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Sibylla is a single mother in London with a surplus of brains but a deficit of funds and support. Her son Ludo--the result of a one-night stand with a man Sibylla calls Liberace on account of his mawkish mediocrity--is some kind of insatiable genius; the minute he learns one thing, he gobbles up the next. "I taught him to count past 5 and he counted up to 5,557 over a period of three days before collapsing in sobs because he had not reached the end...I taught him to add 2 to a number...
...different than anything I've ever had before," he says. "It's not a one-night stand, it's something I want for a long time...
...Cattrell plays Samantha Jones, a sexy PR executive who loves to live the high life as much as President Clinton enjoys his cigars. She unabashedly lusts for one-night stands, and, in recent memory, has slept with a munchkin, a guy who pops Viagra for the extra thrust, and a man so large even Samantha feared she would get lockjaw. She cut off her romance with L.A.'s Dildo King--despite his phenomenal size and stamina--because he wanted more than just the sex. It would be safe to call Samantha a slut. On the other hand, she never hesitates...
...pals. Most of the students here have known one another since elementary school, and close friendships often lead to relationships. At parties where couples are present, one is hard pressed to figure out who is with whom. "People are very casual. Mainly we'll go out and do something together, including people who are a couple and people who are just friends," says junior Leslie Chicoineau. As a result, the line between friend and romantic interest often becomes blurred. "There are a lot of people who hook up for a one-night fling and just go back to being friends...
Being endowed with an overactive imagination and penchant towards over-dramatization might have led to an over-glorification of Frisell's one-night stint in Davis Square. But this is an untestable hypothesis. Frisell's music was perhaps the most pure that one could witness. Pure, but not random or delineated by mere aural frequencies; rather, one can be confident that whatever pleasure derived from Frisell's work is not contingent on some distorted desire for the eclectic or youthful psychological echoes. Even through the shadowy progressions of "Blues for Los Angeles," there was no ounce of offense. Frisell never...