What the Manolo Is…
Manolo says, it it Tuesday time to see what the Manolo is…
The Manolo cannot help himself, no matter how many times he reads the book, no matter how many times he sees the author’s obvious manipulation of our hearts, the Manolo still cries when Dickens wants him to.
Indeed, he also still laughs when Dickens wants him to. There are few things more funny than the words, “Janet! Donkies!”
The Manolo loves Miss Betsey Trotwood! I completely agree that the donkies are very funny.
It has always been clear that the Manolo is a man of refinement, but now my opinion is confirmed. He likes the books of the Charles Dickens! The Manolo, how much better can his taste be? If he reads the Thomas Hardy and the Mark Twain next, then I will know he is indeed the perfect man.
I believe it was Wilde who said that only a person with a heart of stone could read of the death of Little Nell without bursting out laughing.
First I learned that the Manolo listens to the master, Johnny Cash. Now: Emmylou Harris. This is too wonderful. Shoes. Cash. Harris.
The Manolo is not only an astute observer of fashion and nature. The Manolo also loves Dickens. He loves Davey and Dora and Miss Betsy and the divine Peggoty. He knows Barkis is willin’. I am in raptures.
Indeed, I totally identify with Aunt Betsey; if I had to, I would swot at donkeys invading my hill. And the insolent boys leading them, and the sister of that murdering man riding them.
Ah, The Manolo once again shows exquisite taste. The Emmylou, she has the voice of the angels…