Every name has some explanation. So does the name of this blog. It has something to do with floodlit gantries, sparkling champagne, blue overalls and mutinous mice. The rest is up to you. As for me, my sole/soul task will be to try to smell out the meaning of my life in these pages. Which is just another way of saying that this is yet another fruitless exercise.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
The Castafiore Emerald
The Castafiore Emerald. An adventure where nothing really happens, and where myriad people toil and huff and puff, all the while being silently mocked by la gazza ladra. Where, under a moonlight night, a band of gypsies gather round the fire, lost in music and the celebration of life. The Genius of Herge.
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