Have you ever heard of an Englishman in New York? I have
met a perfectly extraordinary Englishwoman in New York
—a girl, really—named Carrie Pilby, and she was a character
of fiction, nevertheless as real as any of the women in my life
nowadays. Now I have a good excuse not to meet anyone else
until the next cosy film night on the sofa.
hidden pilcrow 
i love the part with the fish!
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Really? I thought the turkey was the real highlight of the story, with its helpless nakedness unceremoniously handed over to someone else once it was clear it was no longer needed—a bold social commentary setting the stage. 😉
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and yet i only care about the fish thing
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You must be a true romantic with a big heart. I envy you. Mine has been trampled on. Maybe that’s why turkey appeals to me more.
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not that. sometimes things get in the way you’re distracted from what truly matters.
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So what truly matters?
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the fish in your life. look around, friend.
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or should i say… seagulls? :))
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No fish is foolish enough to swim into my old, battered aquarium, and the seagulls prefer the freedom of the sky and their collective cries on rocks and rooftops. Oh well, c’est la vie.
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