| Monday, January 16, 2006 |
 | I was disappointed to find that Tomasi di Lampedusa's The Leopard featured not one actual leopard. Once it became clear that the narrative had bedded down in a leopard-free evironment, I figured that the next logical step would be that the prince who has il gattopardo as an emblem and whose huge, manly physique is often admiringly noted, would equip himself with the finest gadgetry of the late 19th Century, like in that totally rocking flick LXG, dress in a tight-fitting yellow and black body suit and fight crime as the mysterious Leopard. Even at the end, I yet hoped that perhaps he might be reincarnated as a real live cocking leopard, but to no avail.
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Snort
I've had that on my bookshelf for... fff, eight? nine? years. I have never read it.
I now feel even less inclined to get round to it. Sigh.
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