El Presidente
El Presidente is lean, long-necked, and plain. What would you say to him, if you could say anything? He would extend an arm, and a smile, and say “hello”, and it would occur to you that the famed intelligence and acumen, the always-on analytical mind, and the legendary charm, these are just the skin, like the skin of an automaton, a thin frame, and beneath the frame is what? Blank, fathomless calm, a cavernous monochrome room, illuminated thinly by a tiny or very distant flame.
“And how is El Presidente today?” fawns a junior exec. El Presidente smiles and says “Never been better”. Which is true, but equally, he’s never been worse.
“Inscrutable” doesn’t even come close.
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Veh good. And a bit scary. Have you seen Pan’s Labyrinth? The psycho fascist captain was a bit like your El Presidente.
Posted on 14-Dec-06 at 2:35 am | PermalinkI think I’d ask El Presidente if he was closed for rennovation.
Posted on 14-Dec-06 at 6:44 am | PermalinkNot seen it pog. On my way into work today I was thinking I should have made El Presidente a nice, genuine, happy-go-lucky sort with fair hair and apple cheeks.
lilo: like when you’re in a modern art gallery and you can’t work out if the room is an installation or simply undergoing repairs.
Posted on 14-Dec-06 at 8:35 am | PermalinkEl Presidente sounds a lot like me. Fathomless calm, that’s me in a nutshell.
Posted on 14-Dec-06 at 9:52 am | Permalink