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Felix. Felix and his saliromania. I said Felix was off limits. He says, ‘Everybody does it, why not share it?’
I decide I’ll compromise. Maybe there is another way to do Felix, but first let’s get Adolphe put to bed. Is that the right saying? Tanny, you are going to gape when I turn you into a unicorn called Adolphe. Shame we have had to settle for a goat. A goat called Adolphe.
The traffic is solid. Time for a bit more research. I have to be able to impress Tanny at the critical moment. Out comes my phone. Transpires that the unicorn myths refer to a beast with one horn, which only a virgin can tame. (I don’t want to tame Tanny in any way, so my bits being tarnished with previous use shouldn’t be a problem). I read on:
Subsequently, some writers translated this into an allegory for Christ's relationship with the Virgin Mary.
Pardon me? Christ had a relationship with his mother? I search the text for eluci
Clive La PenseeHow much more fun can they extract from Beardsley's remarkable piece. More to come and some other interludes, too.
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