Boy oh boy oh boy. Have just read most savage review. Both the subject of the review and the reviewer bear some semblance to me. Both women. My god. Am I empty of admiration or full of disgust – for either? Disgust I guess. Names do not matter since they won’t mean anything to my last 1.5 remaining American readers; and my one loyal follower of English descent will only shake his head at such folly; India ticking to its own beat.
Can’t say I particularly like the reviewed. Have “known” her for years. Feel ambiguous about her. As I do about the feisty reviewer. Though do bow before the latter. She is good. No doubt about it.
There are people you do not wish to meet in a dark alley after midnight (the reviewer being one of them). That’s why it’s most important to carry your key in a strategically important position. I will tell you more next time you attend class I hold in self defense: Be prepared at all times. Paranoia is vital in this context.The gift of the gab usually more important than the power of muscle. I have proven this several times in my life. However a key - and I can’t emphasise this enough – is even more vital for survival, particularly when you have laryngitis and CAN’T talk even if apple of your eye’s life depended on it. Keys also assume importance when you have to break back into your own abode with your landlord swinging it across the Pacific.
I have a truly magnificent dead old key in my possession. Why I keep it – considering that I am a straight descendent of the De Clutteurs I do not know. It serves no purpose other than that I like the look of it and wonder where the bloody door is it might unlock.
Have you noticed the role keys play in fairy tales? Next time you read the 1001 nights, Brothers Grimm and/or Christian Andersen watch out. You might need it [the key that is].