"Sorry. I knew Icarus—Icarus was a friend of mine. Eliot Spitzer is no Icarus. Prickarus, maybe."

Snazzy writing, of the Esquire kind. Not sure if it's fair or if it even makes much sense, but one feels stimulated and vaguely smart.

"You know men need lessons, of course."

A completely out-of-context clip for your amusement/puzzlement:



Context to be provided later. Today, I think.

UPDATE: The context. I'm talking about Esquire magazine.