Conservative, n.: a statesman who is enarmored of existing evils, as distinguished from the Liberal who wishes to replace them with others.
(Ambrose Bierce)
Gittel, his secretary, today was wearing one of these skirts that ended a hand’s width above the knees. They had become fashionable lately, sweeping over from Russia. Nyebolshiye they were called, the short ones, invented by a thrusting lady in Yekaterinburg, the centre of Russian fashion creativity. – But on Gittel the thing looked kind of tarty. Genem, the woman was… thirty-something, well preserved, yes, yet no nimble girl anymore. However, he would be damned to tell her.
And then the colour… and the shoes… But it was futile to argue against fashion. One had to live with it. – Okay, so the Russians had voted. The new government would be led by the Neo-Liberals. It promised a certain calming of the international situation. Not that the Neo-Liberals inevitably were peaceniks; the old Kadéty of Pavel Milyukov’s time had been avid imperialists and annexationists. However, after the Rodinyadniki had failed miserably with their Greater Russia policy, Prosinyuk certainly was bound to try something else – like growth and prosperity.
That might coincide with a new course in Germany. Although… this Miss Hitler held a super-slight majority only; she might be overthrown at any time. Strauß had not quit; he was lying in ambush ready to leap and regain power. Well, it didn’t really matter, both were economic-liberals – and not at all prone to unbridled foreign adventures. In fact, the Germans had won the realm they wanted; there was no incentive to go for more. It were the Russian politicians who were periodically pressing for revision, dreaming of regaining the old empire of before the Great War.
It looked as if a period of peace might lie ahead. Well, that wasn’t a bad thing, was it?
(Ambrose Bierce)
Gittel, his secretary, today was wearing one of these skirts that ended a hand’s width above the knees. They had become fashionable lately, sweeping over from Russia. Nyebolshiye they were called, the short ones, invented by a thrusting lady in Yekaterinburg, the centre of Russian fashion creativity. – But on Gittel the thing looked kind of tarty. Genem, the woman was… thirty-something, well preserved, yes, yet no nimble girl anymore. However, he would be damned to tell her.
And then the colour… and the shoes… But it was futile to argue against fashion. One had to live with it. – Okay, so the Russians had voted. The new government would be led by the Neo-Liberals. It promised a certain calming of the international situation. Not that the Neo-Liberals inevitably were peaceniks; the old Kadéty of Pavel Milyukov’s time had been avid imperialists and annexationists. However, after the Rodinyadniki had failed miserably with their Greater Russia policy, Prosinyuk certainly was bound to try something else – like growth and prosperity.
That might coincide with a new course in Germany. Although… this Miss Hitler held a super-slight majority only; she might be overthrown at any time. Strauß had not quit; he was lying in ambush ready to leap and regain power. Well, it didn’t really matter, both were economic-liberals – and not at all prone to unbridled foreign adventures. In fact, the Germans had won the realm they wanted; there was no incentive to go for more. It were the Russian politicians who were periodically pressing for revision, dreaming of regaining the old empire of before the Great War.
It looked as if a period of peace might lie ahead. Well, that wasn’t a bad thing, was it?
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