I don’t normally mention much about politics but could not resist after our dear leader (Cameron) came back from Europe last night, clutching his piece of paper……..
It made me think of a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: here is the section that seemed to sum up his machinations.
The Masque Of Pandora.
Who was it fled from here? I saw a shape
Flitting among the trees.
It was Pandora.
O Epimetheus! Is it then in vain
That I have warned thee? Let me now implore.
Thou harbourest in thy house a dangerous guest.
Whom the Gods love they honour with such guests.
Whom the Gods would destroy they first make mad.
Shall I refuse the gifts they send to me?
Reject all gifts that come from higher powers.