Symposia has no idea why the Royal family continues to interest her, well, maybe because it is so impossibly dix-huitieme and exotic beyond comprehension. We read Paul Burrell's touching butlerian recounting of his devotion to this odd bunch; his book so much less damaging than Jephson's hilarious, sarcastic tale of Diana and the A-Team covering the globe.
Lucia's Symposium
Lucia casts a wary eye on cultural infelicities, and dissents from all orthodoxies.
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