Sometimes, I think I would have been one of the Great Men of history, had I not been born a woman. Alas, it wasn't to be. I find myself bored, here at this vapid party, overcome with a sense of ennui. I'm looking for someone to chat with. Someone interesting. Don't mind if I flirt a little, darling. I don't mean anything by it, after all. I'm a married woman, you see. Though, as far as my husband Vincent is concerned, I might as well be a widow. But let's not talk about him anymore.