The news could not really compete with the weirdness of Emanuel Swedenborg or Louis-Claude de Saint-Martin. In fact it was hardly weird at all, if you follow politics much. It is true that Strauss-Kahn is a Socialist and the head of the IMF. It is further true that Socialists preach social equality, and the IMF spends a certain amount of time lecturing the governments of the earth about how they must “tighten their belts” and “live within their means”. Hence one might conceivably ponder the necessity of a “$3000-a-night suite” for the Socialist head of the IMF. (Recall the powerful moral iconography of Matt Damon at the Motel Six in The Rainmaker?) Yet even the hypocrisy quotient seems relatively mild when compared with that of one of our American good ole boy, born again, senatorial philanderers from our very own Family Values Party.
Later this week your bloguiste flies to Spain, there to applaud his spouse as she crosses the finish line at the portal of the Cathedral in Santiago de Compostela, toward which she has been walking, in stages, for roughly a thousand miles. The regular posting schedule will resume in early June. Until then, things are iffy, blogwise.