I love opera, bluegrass, burger joints and fictional detectives. Mostly, but not always, in that order. Formerly of Dunedin, formerly of Sydney, now travelling the world with the tenor in my life (Stuart Skelton) and blogging as I go.
What's more tragic - that I spotted the Arabella resemblance, or that I was reading the column in the first place?
(Neither it is honest to reply anonymously to your sister's cry for help, but the response struck me as the kind of thing Zdenka might say, right before calling her sister a coquette and flouncing out of the room.)
Well spotted (even if acuity betrays a certain tragicity) and very funny. It's hardly "honest" to be forging love letters, though, is it?
Posted by: marcellous | Wednesday, December 02, 2009 at 01:25 PM
What's more tragic - that I spotted the Arabella resemblance, or that I was reading the column in the first place?
(Neither it is honest to reply anonymously to your sister's cry for help, but the response struck me as the kind of thing Zdenka might say, right before calling her sister a coquette and flouncing out of the room.)
Posted by: Sarah | Wednesday, December 02, 2009 at 03:19 PM
Ah Sarah, you're very brilliant. Please post this to the mad scene page in its entirety, I can only post the link!
Posted by: Simon | Wednesday, December 02, 2009 at 10:07 PM
Tragic is spotting the resemblance. Everyone has moments on a train or whatever picking up a dog-eared MX. That's probably just desperate.
Posted by: Marcellous | Wednesday, December 02, 2009 at 11:41 PM
In fact I deliberately obtain and read it (the paper, that is, not this column in particular) every evening. Make of that what you will.
Posted by: Sarah | Wednesday, December 02, 2009 at 11:52 PM