Another Shrine to Princess Nonenity
How tedious, how tiresome, how utterly frustrating. Why is it that public opinion tends toward celebrating fiction over fact. Why are we so given to idolizing a figure whose true life persona was that of a sadly dysfunctional human being - transforming her in the collective memory into the "Princess of the People". A celebrity beyond celebrity, sent into the stratosphere of the most rare of human beings: a shining example of all that others might aspire to.
This bespeaks popular values. It also reflects the inability of so great a proportion of any population to exercise their cerebellum. There was nothing profound, nor notable in the life of personal angst and public agony Diana Windsor displayed for the world in her desperate need to be noticed, admired and adored. She was a thespian born and she exited the stage of life in a manner worthy of the style of life she so exuberantly made her own.
Now there is a new shrine to mediocrity passing itself off as superior, with the heartfelt complicity of all those great unwashed whose empty lives require an idol to enrapture their spirits and capture their desires.
The jurors selected to sit at the inquest into the untimely - but quite explicable - deaths of Diana, Princess of Wales and her lover Dodi Fayed stood in silent rapture at a Paris underpass in front of Pillar 13 where the driver of their limousine - under the influence of alcohol and driving much too fast for the tricky turn; outracing the paparazzi whom Diana encouraged to pursue her august presence - crashed, consigning his passengers to eternity.
Pillar 13, it was noted, has a large chunk of concrete missing, ostensibly a result of the crash. Other pillars in that same underpass also have missing pieces, but their unhappy histories of other human tragedies are personal affairs of misfortune, not to be confused with this singular instance of a luminous presence on earth extinguished by the tragedy that awaited her in a final summation of a life lived in the fast lane.
They never reached their destination - Mr. Fayed's apartment near the Arc de Triomphe. A result of disregard for safety, arrogance and heedlessness, not that of a Royal intrigue as Fayed pere would have it. This sad charade of justice seeking truth represents yet another page in the public's desire to prolong their mass ululation of grief at their Princess's passing into the pages of history.
Common history, at that.
This bespeaks popular values. It also reflects the inability of so great a proportion of any population to exercise their cerebellum. There was nothing profound, nor notable in the life of personal angst and public agony Diana Windsor displayed for the world in her desperate need to be noticed, admired and adored. She was a thespian born and she exited the stage of life in a manner worthy of the style of life she so exuberantly made her own.
Now there is a new shrine to mediocrity passing itself off as superior, with the heartfelt complicity of all those great unwashed whose empty lives require an idol to enrapture their spirits and capture their desires.
The jurors selected to sit at the inquest into the untimely - but quite explicable - deaths of Diana, Princess of Wales and her lover Dodi Fayed stood in silent rapture at a Paris underpass in front of Pillar 13 where the driver of their limousine - under the influence of alcohol and driving much too fast for the tricky turn; outracing the paparazzi whom Diana encouraged to pursue her august presence - crashed, consigning his passengers to eternity.
Pillar 13, it was noted, has a large chunk of concrete missing, ostensibly a result of the crash. Other pillars in that same underpass also have missing pieces, but their unhappy histories of other human tragedies are personal affairs of misfortune, not to be confused with this singular instance of a luminous presence on earth extinguished by the tragedy that awaited her in a final summation of a life lived in the fast lane.
They never reached their destination - Mr. Fayed's apartment near the Arc de Triomphe. A result of disregard for safety, arrogance and heedlessness, not that of a Royal intrigue as Fayed pere would have it. This sad charade of justice seeking truth represents yet another page in the public's desire to prolong their mass ululation of grief at their Princess's passing into the pages of history.
Common history, at that.
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