Lanvin wants to sell her cleverness.

"I just didn't want to be clever anymore."

"Huh?"

"I was tired of being sarcastic and witty all the time."

"All the time?"

"Well, as a defense mechanism."

"Why?"

"I did it to stay off myself. I was clever to avoid the cold loneliness."

"It's not that serious."

"It is."

"You are taking all the fun out of things."

"I never said that I didn't still have fun. I just don't have it at my own expense."

"What?"

"I don't have it as a way of avoiding what's going on with me."

"You need it."

"I do still need it."

"What do you mean then?"

"I need it for you. I don't need it for me as much anymore. I hate kidding myself with cleverness. I need it to coddle you. If you still need it. If you still need to feel at ease."

"You will rock me to sleep in it?"

"Only if you desire, I'm not a soapbox preacher, plus I won't hang around people like that as I use to. I will spend most of my time around those that don't need this devise as much."

"Speaks to me of arrogance."

"It's not. If anything it is like staying at home with yourself, no defenses up, taking in what is ugly about yourself--what is salvageable. Sifting through what works."

"What the hell does this serve. What does it bring?"

"Finally a sort of commitment."

"What?"

"A commitment. Without your biting sarcasm you begin to participate. You begin to commit to experiences, if only to understand this new person behind the newly dropped projecting."

"My sarcasm doesn't bite."

"I spent so much time firing back quick responses on any subject a person brings up, like a machine gun game of hot potato. I can't be introspective on just who I am in front of someone. We can never discuss this layer after layer of thought we are encased in that makes us stare in solitude 80 percent of the day. The things that are uncomfortable. The things that are biting us. I want to sell my cleverness so I can be at home in myself and explore."

"It is still just your wish."

"What?"

"It is just your buisness."

"You saying this just so I don't infect your so called good time?"

"Yeah. It can kill a party."

"No worries. It is just an option for the uncomfortable. Those who are acrimonious, contemptuous, there is still tons of real estate left. You who need your wit, your cleverness can continue to fill your face with it. I do this for me and a few people who just need to feel themselves. Those that are tired of their results. Tired and worn out with their experiences. Those that need to treat this life a little more tactile without lacerating themselves."

"I like my cleverness."

"I know. But it is something I have already mastered. I'm now ok with bewilderment."