Becalmed

The latest oration of the Great 

Innocent has left sufficient num-

bers of our betters in dark con-

fusion, to warrant an influx of

fresh air. Especially do the mes-

merised seem to have been captiv-

ated by a dark suit, a Yale tie

(and God knows, by what license),

and the poignant sight of a Gold

Star family being split on stage,

as proof positive of a remission

of sins, and auguries of a fol-

lowing wind.

Laurent is the surviving brother

of this sort of Naval officer, in

a disproof of command tactics re-

sulting in his "loss" by friendly

fire. Of course this is routine in

amphibious operations, the "risk"

our Great Innocent's mouthpiece

continuously presses to our ear,

as some hot air of famine for our

sail.

Yes. The State is now an endear-

ing sloop of our Great Innocent's

recreations, so that as a father

denounces any retreat behind the

destruction of his son, a widow

may be solicited to be his guest

at some Wagnerian apotheosis in 

the House of Ryan.

Who knew, who struck the fathoms

for the depths that he would go?