
Equally good to see Ratzinger's followers parading through Sydney draped in flags and strumming guitars.
Just like 1967 all over.
Now, when was the last time we saw a Kraut in uniform massing the adoring crowds like this?
Being of Italian-Norwegian stock, my German is pretty bad but, for reasons I know not, the following bit of Wagner's Tristan (used by Eliot in his The Waste Land) kept coming to me:
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
Absolutely no idea how these things are connected; I don't think I know any Irish Ki(n)ds.
Memo to self: consult shrink on this one.
Sledge