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I had to die for this, but finally I would get to hold a dinner party with my choice of the three most interesting people in history. Or I thought I’d get to.
Voltaire says he can’t make it. How is that possible? I know he’s a popular guy, but he’s got literally ALL ETERNITY! He can’t possibly have a conflict, can he? Oh, well. C’est la mort.
At least Napoleon can make it. So, I’ll have one French guy. Ok, he’s really from Corsica but he’s still kinda French. I’m looking forward to meeting him but I’m a little worried that dinner won’t be up to his standards. I mean, truly great French cooking is pretty tough. Oh, forget the French cooking. I’ll pour a lot of wine and hope he doesn’t notice my shortcomings as a chef.
Oscar Wilde is coming, so I’m pretty sure the conversation won’t lag. This thing will be a success. I can feel it!
I’m a little worried about Marcus Aurelius. What if he sits quietly, simply observing and contemplating? I mean, I’ve invited him because I want to know what goes on in his head. But he’s not famous for his scintillating conversation. My solution? More wine.
Well, the introductions have been made and we’re off to a slow but promising start. Napoleon is joyfully scarfing down hors d’oeuvres, and Wilde’s making snarky comments. There’s plenty of wine flowing. And I think I actually caught Aurelius giggling!
Things take a turn for the worse went I go into the kitchen to check on things.
Shit. Wilde is coming on to Napoleon, Aurelius is sobbing, and I’ve burnt the roast. It’s going to be a long eternity.
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