jeudi, mars 16, 2006
The third meaning you will find under the heading "diaphanous" would normally be "vague or insubstantial dreams of glory". It was inevitable that Daphne would speak about the Local Council landslide in her Thursday column. Today's article is the typical one which will have Labour supporters wishing that she be burned at the stake like some latter-day Joan of Arc while Nationalist supportes who still do not get it will be rejoicing without reason since they will only interpret the article as another stab at Labour.
I love this paragraph from her article:
"You win a national election when you win a national election. The cat’s in the bag when the cat’s in the bag, and not when it’s running around howling for supper. Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. The higher you climb, the harder you fall. Hubris leads to nemesis. Why did the chicken cross the road? Because he thought he’d already won the election. Shall I go on? Better not. "
She then reaches the conclusion that the blogosphere seems to have concorded upon... she expresses this in a bit more picturesque language but we all get it (geddit?)... No Lorna today but Thank God for Daphne.
"The mistake that the Labour Party makes is in thinking that the change we want is political change. It’s not. It’s cultural. We are as sick of each other as we are of the people who run the country. We have been living in each other’s pockets for far too long. Marriages are breaking down all over the place and people are backbiting each other like there’s no tomorrow because we have become so very nervous, living like 400,000 ferrets tied up in a sack."