Weak plotting, naff (native) British accents, His Smug Unctuousness cast as the PM, abetted by a panto villainess, cut off the frayed ends of our suspension of disbelief. Jack Bauer, the great malcontent of the early 2000s, the anti-hero of counter-everything, the TV construct that some of us cleaved to as our best friend and rescuer, is diminished, not revived. He knows it, because he is whispering more hoarsely than ever.
Wonderful, incomparable Sarah Lund, I love you, I miss you – don’t come back.
Edward Burne-Jones, The Last Sleep of Arthur in Avalon, c.1881-86
Image source: Wikipedia
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And thank you, Pete, for such a generous and gracious comment – very humbling – just as in your blog, you release a rare good nature into the fretful online world.
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Thanks for visiting my blog. I love the Burne-Jones painting!
You have a stylish and accomplished blog here, very sophisticated, and a pleasure to read.
Best wishes, Pete.
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