Can You Keep a Secret?

by Sophie Kinsella

“… joined a book group, but I just couldn’t get through Great Expectations. So I just skimmed the back and pretended I’d read it.…”

“It says since the days of Cleopatra, the proportions of beauty have been the same, and there’s a way to work out how beautiful you are, scientifically.

https://plasticsurgerycal.com/the-ideal-face-and-profile-heres-what-mathematics-says-about-beauty-2/ Golden Ratio Spanning all the way back to ancient Greece, the Golden Ratio considers the proportion of 1:1.618 as appealing — whether it’s in art or the human body. The closer your face comes to this ratio, the more beautiful you are. How is this applied in cosmetic surgery? Here are some examples: The distance from the top of your nose to the center of your lips should be 1.618 times the distance from the center of your lips to your chin. The distance from your hairline to your upper eyelid should be 1.618 times the length of the top of your upper eyebrow to your lower eyelid. Your lower lip should have slightly more volume than your upper lip, so the ideal ratio of your upper lip to your lower lip should be 1:1.6.

golden proportion of beauty?”

The golden ratio formula If we measure the length and width of the face and then divide the length by the width, the ideal result – as defined by the Golden Ratio – is roughly 1.62. This number is known as Phi, after the Greek sculptor Phidias, who used this proportion in his work

Artemis glows smugly. “Yes, Mr. Harper?” she says. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says.

helping Jemima into the tightest black suede dress I’ve ever seen.

Reminds me of the episode of Lucy in the tight dress. She could not sit or bend in it. But she looked good!

Oh, this is ridiculous. People having affairs must have sex at the office all the time.

The ones that have private offices with doors.

“Marry Connor?” says Jack, as though this were the funniest joke he’s ever heard. “Yes! Why not? He’s tall, and he’s handsome, and he’s kind, and he’s very …

Olive Oyl singing “He’s Large” about Bluto while getting ready to marry him. https://youtu.be/UH8gavm7op4?si=vtbzGckiT667WDdY

“You know, Paul, all you had to do was treat me with a little respect—”

Why “a little respect”? Just say “respect”.

“What’s the truth got to do with anything?”

You go in and someone gives you a tray, and you collect your lunch and then eat it, sitting at all these tables.

A soup kitchen?