To continue with the story, one of the greatest romances (some swear that it is the greatest and sweetest and most magnificent) in the kingdom of Zlog has almost come to nought.
You might blame it on the hurricane Sandy, now downgraded to a tropical storm but this ofcourse is not the reason.
You might also say that pure love does not sell (although Titanic was a block buster but that again was in another era or epoch) but this too is not the reason.
Let us put forward the facts as Zlogspeare put it forward...Glug is only a poor water boy (Even though promoted twice) and Kismet is but a flower girl, pretty as she is.
In a case of mistaken identity Glug thinks of Kismet as royalty and Kismet vice versa. Zlogspeare in a severe case of writer's block ruminates on connecting the two lovers. How and when should they be unified? If unified should they be killed off?
There are only seven stories in the world - the rest are variations. Or are there ony five? Once we say something we are forced to defend it.
Meanwhile, in another age and strange place, the great election of 2012 has already been forgotten even before it has happened. How did this happen? Hurricane Sandy?
The great orator Obama is now at a complete loss of words, the words blown away by the power of the wind and the spitting rain. His competitor waits for the director of programs for idiot boxes to be brave enough to cover some thing else.
But Zlogspeare, the universalist and naturalist might also have paused. For never should a wise man piss into the wind, especially during the fury of a hurricane.
You might blame it on the hurricane Sandy, now downgraded to a tropical storm but this ofcourse is not the reason.
You might also say that pure love does not sell (although Titanic was a block buster but that again was in another era or epoch) but this too is not the reason.
Let us put forward the facts as Zlogspeare put it forward...Glug is only a poor water boy (Even though promoted twice) and Kismet is but a flower girl, pretty as she is.
In a case of mistaken identity Glug thinks of Kismet as royalty and Kismet vice versa. Zlogspeare in a severe case of writer's block ruminates on connecting the two lovers. How and when should they be unified? If unified should they be killed off?
There are only seven stories in the world - the rest are variations. Or are there ony five? Once we say something we are forced to defend it.
Meanwhile, in another age and strange place, the great election of 2012 has already been forgotten even before it has happened. How did this happen? Hurricane Sandy?
The great orator Obama is now at a complete loss of words, the words blown away by the power of the wind and the spitting rain. His competitor waits for the director of programs for idiot boxes to be brave enough to cover some thing else.
But Zlogspeare, the universalist and naturalist might also have paused. For never should a wise man piss into the wind, especially during the fury of a hurricane.
