She spoke to me in perfectly terrible French.
If you’re courteous, you will extend me the same consideration.
She wasn’t your average thief.
Oh, my, no.
She held out a calling card of a very odd shape.
She called it a “princess card.”
But then, her English was of even less use than was her French.
I had the thought she was perhaps German underneath.
That would have made a certain sense:
Had she’d been German underneath.
You know, trying to cover it up.
After all, just what sort of a nice girl would speak German who had any other option at all?
ANY other option?
Yes, of course, you’re quite right of course, no sort of nice girl would speak German if she had any other option:
Yet, so many decades on now, it’s all still got me vexed.
For the life of me, I have never sorted what that is:
A “princess card.”
But, then, this was the time between the wars when the meaning of things was never quite precise, twin decades during which girls were permitted by the very nature of those fretful, skittish, times to let things mean anything that which girls wanted them to mean.
A period of mourning for the terrible loss of the Great War and a reciprocal period of uneasy feeling about the fast approaching sequel.
I didn’t examine it.
The “princess card.”
I was more interested in her hair.
A girl’s hair will tell you all there is, of any consequence, to know, about any girl.
All there is and yet more so, too.
No cheap pave lockets with bad gold peeking through for her, I’ll say.
She knew and went after the real stuff only and was willing to kill to get it and did kill to get it.
Are you willing to kill to get it?
That which you claim to so very much want, that is?
I say, are you willing to kill to get that which you claim to want so badly?
Your grammar school textbook French suggests to me a chancer, a faker, who, will always mistake the cheap pave locket with bad gold peeking through, for the real thing.
So, I say:
Are you willing to kill for that, too, then, for the mere imitation?
Are you willing to kill for that which doesn’t really exist at all, for a tuppenny pipe dream of the:
- At Washington, capital city of the terminally self-absorbed, mortal man holds to fleeting, feeble and fallible opinion, God immutable fact.
In sunshine and in shadow~~I hold tight to the Republican view of time and money~~I write night and day~~yet~~while impecunious~~I am vastly overpaid~~in that taking pay to do what I love is unfair~~to my employer~~in a fair system~~under such circumstances~~I should pay him~~not he me~~I am far, far too old a man to be sexually confused~~praise Jesus~~but I am yet young enough to be politically confused~~is anyone not~~in an absolute sense~~I am a Catholic Royalist~~in a practical sense~~I am a Classical Liberal~~a Gaullist~~a Bonapartist~~an American Nationalist Republican~~in either sense~~my head is soon for the chopping block~~to hasten my interlude with Madame La Guillotine~~I write without fear~and without favor of~any man.~~Finis Origine Pendet…The escape commences…~~September, 1957~~Saint Jane Frances de Chantal Catholic parochial school, called, by anyone of any background, simply: “Chan~al,” a place where, of an autumn day in 1957, school, for me, began and ended in the first convening of the first grade in which a tiny nun, one Sister Dom Bosco, appeared before me, just behind the window appearing at far left of this photograph, and piped out this: “I may be small, but so then, is the Atom Bomb.”~~My determination to escape school commenced immediately on hearing about this Atom Bomb business and took 16 dicey and arduous years to finally accomplish.~~~~Non SibiThe escape continues…~~September, 1966~~The Cathedral Latin School~~Finis Origine Pendet~~Κύριε ἐλέησον~~
Rejoice and Glad!!
~The Original Angry Bird~~The Catholic University of America Screaming Red Cardinal Mascot~~
~~EX LIBRIS~~~~THEOS EK MĒCHANĒS~~Wednesday, 3 Juin, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi, 2015
Tweets: @jtdbegg“Jean-Marie Le Pen is a friend. He is dangerous for the political set because he’s the only one who’s sincere. He says out loud what many people think deep down, and what the politicians refrain from saying because they are either too demagogic or too chicken. Le Pen, with all his faults and qualities, is probably the only one who thinks about the interests of France before his own.”~~
French actor~~Alain Delon
CONCEPT OF THE CATHOLIC AND ROYAL ARMY OF AMERICA (CRAA)
THE CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY OF AMERICASeal of The Catholic University of America
Deus Lux Mea Est
Acta Est Fabula
The escape concludes…
The Catholic University Of America, Washington, District of Columbia.
1976, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi.
Acta Est Fabula.