Caught, between Cassandra and Pangloss,
We know not what
To think. So drink
To the great Pangloss.
But, in our empty glass,
We find the Trojan lass.
Caught, between Cassandra and Pangloss,
We know not what
To think. So drink
To the great Pangloss.
But, in our empty glass,
We find the Trojan lass.
I think anyone with any sense feels a bit like Cassandra at the moment as we watch world events unfold beyond our control.
You are, I think right Ingrid. Best wishes. Kevin