A TOAST TO THE UNTRUSTWORTHY (A toast delivered at the Spring Dinner of The Adventuresses of Sherlock Holmes in June 2002) |
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(By permission of the author and the publication below) |
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where
the delicious frisson that comes of not knowing what they’re thinking,
where the premonitory sense of being surrounded, where the
lurking fear of machinations in motion just beyond the key of mortal man?
Absent all of this, and I’d merely be eating my dinner among gentle little
lambs — and any rustic shepherd could say the same. |
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who murders children for their insurance money to be reasonably sinister. But what that is sinister could possibly attach to this jeune fille? There is currently an exhibition of Greuze’s drawings at the Frick Collection, and a review in the May, 2002, issue of Town and Country comments that Greuze “is best known for. . . bust-length canvases of misty-eyed young women, their mouths open in moist-lipped erotic reverie. (Imagine Norman Rockwell doing ‘Varga Girls’ for Esquire, and you’ll get the idea.)” It’s just a little unnerving to combine that assessment of Greuze’s paintings with the title of our deceptive Canonical work, which is conventionally and benignly translated as “The Young Girl with the Lamb.” For I am reliably informed that “with the lamb” is properly stated as “avec l’agneau” and that the painting’s title is actually “The |
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Young Girl at the Lamb.” Now, I’m not here to criticize anyone’s lifestyle... but, let’s face it, the lamb doesn’t even have a say in the matter. Really, it’s not a choice; it’s a sheep. You see what I mean about women? |
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