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.
~~Finis Origine Pendet…The escape commences…~~September, 1957~~~~~~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
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.