Page 173 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

'It means that the vain pursuit of an intellectual life is getting in the way of

your true purpose.'

'Which is what?'

'Well, to cook all my meals for me, of course, darling,' he said, beside himself
at his own amusingness again. 'And walk around my flat with no pants on.'

Friday 28 July

8st 12 (must do diet before tomorrow), alcohol units I (v.g.), cigarettes 8,
calories 345.

Mmmm. Daniel was really sweet tonight and spent ages helping me choose my
outfit for the Tarts and Vicars. He kept suggesting different ensembles for me to
try on while he weighed it up. He was quite keen on a dog collar and black T-
shirt with black lace-topped hold-ups as a cross between a tart and a vicar but in

the end, after I'd walked about for quite a while in both of them, he decided the
best one was a black lacy Marks and Spencer body, with stockings and
suspenders, a French maid's-style apron which we'd made out of two hankies and
a piece of ribbon, a bow-tie, and a cotton-wool rabbit's tail. It was really good of
him to give up the time. Sometimes I think he really is quite caring. He seemed
particularly keen on sex tonight as well.

Ooh, I am so looking forward to tomorrow.