letter from cecile sarkozy, former first lady (briefly) of france (translated from french):
mon cher sarko:
how quickly things have changed. in just a few short weeks since our divorce, announced almost immediately upon our separation and coinciding with a big strike back here in old europe, our situation does in fact seem strange and twisted.
when i saw you storm off of the 60 minutes set, i was sure that you were still my little jilted lover, my napoleon bravely putting your best foot forward (and not in your mouth, merci dieu).
you are now miles away, on distant shores, in the warm embrace of another lover. it was i, just a short time ago, who was perusing apartment floor plans with my own significant other, deciding upon the perfect love nest in new york. once you and i had officially split, everyone assumed that it would be me to return to les etats unis ... perhaps a park view, a jog by the reservoir, and lunch somewhere smart and discreet.
i can see now that i have driven you into the arms of another. and although i stake no claim to you, i do find it curious that you have taken solace 'over there'. it is both odd and ironic, and yet i do in fact feel a certain vindication in this measure. you have set out to win the hearts of your brethren across the sea - perhaps you admire their courage, their passion for life, their steadfast if often misguided determination. or maybe it is that you have fallen victim to that middle aged scourge - you have have someone younger ... and her name is america!
my darling, i wish you all the best. i am happy for you, and in your new romance i feel a certain modicum of (long sought) freedom for myself. just as our country once gave your new friend the aptly named (in this case) lady liberty, so i release you fully to the united states, with all my resolve.
vive la liberté -
yours,
cecile
mon cher sarko:
how quickly things have changed. in just a few short weeks since our divorce, announced almost immediately upon our separation and coinciding with a big strike back here in old europe, our situation does in fact seem strange and twisted.
when i saw you storm off of the 60 minutes set, i was sure that you were still my little jilted lover, my napoleon bravely putting your best foot forward (and not in your mouth, merci dieu).
you are now miles away, on distant shores, in the warm embrace of another lover. it was i, just a short time ago, who was perusing apartment floor plans with my own significant other, deciding upon the perfect love nest in new york. once you and i had officially split, everyone assumed that it would be me to return to les etats unis ... perhaps a park view, a jog by the reservoir, and lunch somewhere smart and discreet.
i can see now that i have driven you into the arms of another. and although i stake no claim to you, i do find it curious that you have taken solace 'over there'. it is both odd and ironic, and yet i do in fact feel a certain vindication in this measure. you have set out to win the hearts of your brethren across the sea - perhaps you admire their courage, their passion for life, their steadfast if often misguided determination. or maybe it is that you have fallen victim to that middle aged scourge - you have have someone younger ... and her name is america!
my darling, i wish you all the best. i am happy for you, and in your new romance i feel a certain modicum of (long sought) freedom for myself. just as our country once gave your new friend the aptly named (in this case) lady liberty, so i release you fully to the united states, with all my resolve.
vive la liberté -
yours,
cecile
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