There are certain ways of acting which we freely adopt in order to assume a position which would be more socially accepted, usually those that belong to those class of people that speak in an audible and lucid English tongue and that only associate with those they consider their "equals", in other words, they wouldn't naturally ever be seen with people they deemed without so much as referring to it "inferior", and those that they would purposely avoid so as to never have to deal with them. Also, talking behind that persons back to other people suggesting they should never meet with them either, never wishing for them to get involved into "superior" mens social standings, and in some way this slander that they freely accepted as true, would place an insurmountable burden on them.
I wouldn't naturally condone my daughter speaking to these people either, whom instead would find French people she could talk to, those who "understood" what she meant, those who could "relate" to her situation. Some people will purposely ignore the standards of social conversation, and these are the people I naturally ignore and who never receive my attention since I'm much kind & obliging whilst they are unruly and act in a way I don't condone. My friends usually will be kind to me and I never will not want to stay with them, so even when they don't come over for awhile I will still think them charming.
The last friend I had only lasted 2 days before I got rid of him for other more "friendly" people, people that I could associate with without any apparent signs of outward hostility preventing me from continuing the social intercourse provided, and provided with an open hand which seemed to correspond to replicating a more "enhanced" social experience, that is, something which provided you with the thought you were being cared for, and to wit, which was always open for anyone to use since the service had been given to provide humanity with a sort of miracle. Though everything we associated with the master painter was solid gold, and nothing he did was ever looked at as being wrong, since everything he ever did always was perfect, and noone ever said anything about him being "defected" or anything. Since everyone appreciated his social connections they always would be trying to contact him, or trying to contact his brother to contact him, or even sometimes seeing him before he was about to lecture a class of students and stop him to ask him opinion on the world.
Though he would never speak openly about the world, and would wish for them to get somewhere where they could speak to it without anyone knowing of that conversation happening, so it was a conversation which only existed in his mind, and after it he would cut up and divide fragments which still lingered on in his mind after the conversation had ceased, and he would minutely chop them up into separate sections to identify what it "meant", or if it had a "point".
He spoke to his wife about the dress she had recently purchased, whom bought it after he had already bought her one the week before, and who said the people in the shop insisted that she pick this one out, they went to it and pointed it out as if distinguishing it as something better than standards, since its elegance was readily apparent to anyone, and anyone who said otherwise was speaking treason. Though a customer earlier had come in and asked for that specific dress and tried to get it before she did, but having found a different store to buy it in didn't need it afterall. Her cousin saw me when I first purchased the dress last May, and I saw her with a friend that I knew went on these little "adventures", and saw "precious" things together.
They always went out together but would leave behind there old friends, the ones whom no longer played an important role in her life and had thus abandoned in favor for more charming ones, the charming friends she would invite to her parties she held in a week, the same friends that would decide to ignore the presence of anyone else wanting to be with them, since they didn't feel them worthy to be with such a smart lady. A lady who had a biting wit and corrosive manner of penetrating you to your core, or in some ways to ominously predict things which affected you in some way, and if you hadn't felt the sensation after the words were imparted you didn't get it, or the joke hadn't sunk in, you hadn't seen it as it came to you, but you recognized that this inner reflection of losing ahold of that thing wasn't so bad.
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