lassie

How sweet you are...

Thank you for your sundry comments.
I will reply in kind when able: this weekend I have friends over for a - possibly ruinous, probably calamitous (this is my current favourite, and over-used, word), just maybe fatal - pub crawl. If I survive, I will address you tomorrow.

OK, so PCH, my oldest and best, is still abed and the Crawl is a few hours away yet, so here goes:

Dammit, if I had the money I would catch the big silver bird from LGW to RDU and come elope with you tomorrow.

(As may have become clear, I know North Carolina a little. A little: Wilmington, and the I40 as far as RDU. I'll probably be back some day soon - look out!)

Obviously you were always going to be a Pisces. For all my life (at least, for as long as I started paying attention), I have always had the quickest, deepest spontaneous understanding with Pisceans. In her autobiography, Edith Piaf, a Sagittarius like me, and superstitious, said that she always asked her prospective employees, assistants, secretaries their star sign, and if they were Pisces, she'd hire them in an instant.

I know a couple of people who would disagree with you... Maurice Dantec (current focus of my academic work and occupying an unhealthy amount of my mind) argues - leaning, perhaps unfairly, on Nietzsche - that Jesus was far from a humanist, indeed that his painting as such is the greatest deformation and betrayal the Christian Church has committed: for Dantec Jesus is Nietzsche's bermann, he is the promise of the trans-human... Dantec notes that when Jesus turns the other cheek, he proffers the left, with an unmistakeably aristocratic disdain...