"The day artists begin to forgive each others' transgressions, when they lapse into amicable, mutual assent and grant each other easy amnesty will be the day the culture descends into its ultimate twitch of justifiable death."
My dear friend Currado Malaspina, embroiled in an insalubrious romance with a young woman half his age, is cavorting with his new companion this summer in over-priced spas and resorts throughout the State of California. I don't expect to see him but from time to time he drops me a note.
The aforementioned edict arrived the other day in an old fashioned manilla envelope and was part a larger, longer manifesto. I suppose he has time on his hands despite the hefty demands of his lovely callow concubine.
Included as well was this odd cartoon inartfully scrawled on a small sheet of hotel stationary.
Could any of these facts be somehow related?
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