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?“
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‘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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