I had an idea that literature was not remunerative.' You see me sitting at my desk-or at least you can see me if you care to call-with pen and ink, and simple nothingness before me, and if you come again in a few hours you will (in all probability) find a creation!' I am afraid, Salisbury, you haven't a proper idea of the dignity of an artist. 'Though! What a satire upon a noble profession. You seem in pretty comfortable circumstances, though.' I reflected, then, on my want of prospects, and I determined to embark in literature.' Let us have Chianti it may not be very good, but the flasks are simply charming.' Do you know, I have heard people describe olives as nasty! What lamentable Philistinism! I have often thought, Salisbury, that I could write genuine poetry under the influence of olives and red wine. I had a good classical education, and a positive distaste for business of any kind: that was the capital with which I faced the world. 'What did I do? Why, I sat down and reflected. 'What did you do then?' asked Salisbury, disposing of his hat, and settling down in the corner of the seat, with a glance of fond anticipation at the menu. Yes, as I was saying, I became even harder up.' I was wondering as I walked down whether the corner table were taken. But suppose we go in there might be other people who would like to dine-it's a human weakness, Salisbury.' My financial state was described by a friend as "stone broke." I don't approve of slang, mind you, but such was my condition. But the curious thing is that soon after you saw me I became harder up. 'My dear Salisbury, your memory is admirable. I think I remember your telling me that you owed five weeks' rent, and that you had parted with your watch for a comparatively small sum.' You remember I was getting rather hard up when you came to my place at Charlotte Street?' But where have you been, Dyson? I don't think I can have seen you for the last five years?' 'I beg your pardon-wasn't looking where I was going. His eyes were downcast in study of the pavement, and thus it was that as he passed in at the narrow door a man who had come up from the lower end of the street jostled against him. Charles Salisbury was slowly pacing down Rupert Street, drawing nearer to his favourite restaurant by slow degrees. Nicole did, however, deny the accusations again.ONE evening in autumn, when the deformities of London were veiled in faint blue mist, and its vistas and far-reaching streets seemed splendid, Mr. Later at dinner, Nicole brought up the topic and told Chrishell her test came back negative and she had consulted her legal team about her character being defamed by Chrishell but would not immediately be suing her. “They are very severe and damaging accusations… they are 1000 percent false,” she told them. The next day, Nicole told Mary and Chelsea that she had gone for a drugs test and consulted her lawyer. Chrishell also accused Nicole of using drugs previously, such as at Mary’s bachelorette party, which Mary denied and said was “damaging” to say. “I’ve never felt more alone than I do right now,” she told the cameras. Nicole was super shocked at the accusation and walked away from the table crying. “It doesn’t seem like there’s only wine in your class, you’ve been acting a little ‘cracked out’ all night.”
“You’re on drugs, you’re on something,” Chrishell said to Nicole. In episode seven, while the agents are at a dinner party in Palm Springs, Nicole and Chrishell argue at the table.
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