tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post5681832291480547425..comments2023-10-21T11:46:32.529+01:00Comments on Madame Arcati: A Baroque love letter ...Madame Arcatihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04823823014493798116noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-31743049938718900682007-02-24T23:15:00.000+00:002007-02-24T23:15:00.000+00:00>Tabernak, that's me exactly ! As for Susan Hill, ...<< Duralex is the always drunk and horny horned satyr. >><BR/><BR/>Tabernak, that's me exactly ! As for Susan Hill, with all the respect I owe her, I'd rather see her as a British version of the Thanksgiving turkey. :-)))Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-1002455416121864512007-02-24T18:25:00.000+00:002007-02-24T18:25:00.000+00:00Prince(ss?) Prospero surely ...Prince(ss?) Prospero surely ...Madame Arcatihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04823823014493798116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-88355441586389211972007-02-24T15:24:00.000+00:002007-02-24T15:24:00.000+00:00Hey, man, you forgot me ! I want to be the Fiddler...Hey, man, you forgot me ! I want to be the Fiddler on the roof !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-67118082263189267102007-02-24T14:02:00.000+00:002007-02-24T14:02:00.000+00:00Yes! I'm a hidden minor god, the arbiter of elegan...Yes! I'm a hidden minor god, the arbiter of elegances of this fancy dress ball. Susan Hill is the naive Alice in Wonderland, Ms Baroque is the touching eighth wife of the Bluebeard, and Duralex is the always drunk and horny horned satyr. Madame Arcati, of course, thinks she's the terrifying Mask of the Red Death. But actually the one who pushes the pawns is a blind chess player.<BR/><BR/>Let the party go on!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-54491614659493316712007-02-24T09:39:00.000+00:002007-02-24T09:39:00.000+00:00I'm the cunning cyber-Ulysses astride on a Horse o...I'm the cunning cyber-Ulysses astride on a Horse of Troy. Just call me Nobody !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-44727006359725156662007-02-23T20:01:00.000+00:002007-02-23T20:01:00.000+00:00Really, Mme A, that is just too swell of you.Anony...Really, Mme A, that is just too swell of you.<BR/><BR/>Anonymous, you know, I think of you as a sort of supra-natural force - like a wind that blows always around the blogosphere: whever I see one of these type of comments it is you, Anonymous, who are making it. You seem able to whoosh everywhere at once, seeing into everyone's little human foibles and pronouncing on them with a detachment that truly marks you out as an über-being.<BR/><BR/>I just feel sorry for you, dear Anonymous, that the price of your all-seeing greatness is that you can't have a name... unlike me. Mme Arcati, of course, is another of the great über-beings, though of a different sort.Ms Baroquehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01836227454899083962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30643113.post-82644859821223479542007-02-23T15:54:00.000+00:002007-02-23T15:54:00.000+00:00Leave em alone, ya big bully!Leave em alone, ya big bully!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com