And always remember who you are the he old harangue tolled in Igor’s mind as he remembered Thomas Wolf paraphrased by his late aunt as she warned you can’t go back home again, at a time in his younger days when such Heraclitus type foundering did not yet enter his cranium.
Colonialism is resplendent here in this little town with poor little beggar boys for whom the heart nearly extinguishes, yet, can not for resins they do not comprehend.
Cursed are the cruel dictators sitting pretty in the trappings of enchanted cruelty, the democracy came too suddenly, cursed education inconvenienced the renaissance princes of the church who saw it coming, but enshrined in mystical hocus pocus, defended themselves cleverly, which poor m. Antoinette could not. Blessed those huge-a-nots. The results are overcoming Europe in a big way, their guilty conscience not absolved by the Crusades. The last children’s crusade reminiscent to the children thrown to the battle field by a.Hitler, when all the young men were only lines of lament ,whrithes of songs thrown as flowers unto unsung graves.