Birthday boy Jean Lorrain turns up at your door dressed as a chauffeur, swaying slightly and reeking of ether. He gestures airily in the direction of a horseless carriage, smooths down his moustache with a buckskin-clad hand and fixes you with a penetrating, kohl-rimmed stare.
And you ask yourself: “how far do I want to go?“
‘Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far’–Cocteau (Very much enjoying your blog–many thanks!)
Thanks Allan!
Is ‘to the Cities of the Plain’ a valid answer?
No GPS required!
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