Subject: et in Arcadia
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Wed Jan 30 2002 - 13:43:40 GMT
'... when our own Grand Master passes on ...
I guess you could say he already has ...'
And maybe not just metaphorically.
Has anyone else noticed that, quite consistently
in these late photographs, the look of startled horror
has a curiously fixed, leathery quality really much more
like the rictus of a mummy than that of an irritable
pensioner?
Is it conceivable that in the cabin in the woods
an intruder would find only the desiccated remains,
pen in hand, staring unseeeingly at the wall like
Norman's mother? Remains which are, from time
to time, roped into the front seat of the Jeep &
driven out - alla El Cid - for brief public excursions
with the purpose of maintaining sales & keeping alive
the hopes of the followers?
Scottie B.
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