The Council of State will have taken its time.
And choose its moment.
To render his judgment.
To slay the dragon.
Good Friday.
It is a coincidence but it is symbolic.
The statue of Saint Michael must be unbolted.
No one would dare to unbolt the Council of State.
For the statue, things are simpler.
The Provost of Paradise had nothing to do there.
Make way for scooters.
The patron saint of paratroopers has lost the battle against the sacrosanct "rule of law", which weighs fly eggs in scales of cobwebs, while the city collapses.
The metaphorical range of this apologue gives a weak signal - one more, on the shipwreck of our affections.
It is the defeat of simple souls, the defeat of the little people, attached to their statue,
It is the assisted suicide of a nation with tottering, loose load-bearing walls, where…
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