Though my Italian should be faultless by now, it is as full of holes as a wheel of Swiss cheese - and of course, my memory is the same. Both of these things come into play in the title of this particular piece of (very brief) writing, for I never write in Italian and I’m not sure if I’ve ‘stolen’ the title accurately - seeing how it comes from a Fellini film - in fact, it might have been his last - and I adored it (the critics, I think, less so).
But really, it’s not of a ship I speak, nor a Fellini film or anything to do with the Italian language really, but rather, the passing of an opportunity to view ‘the royals’ - which I/we did not do though the door was opened for it.
It’s funny how I envision this entire visit of Prince Charles and Camilla in the terms of a Fellini film, in which are depicted, characters from a previous order/era/or epoch, if you will, sailing into oblivion, for their efforts to connect seem quaint, and outdated; living vestiges of an age that has passed its relevance - particularly when considered next to his son, the future king. It’s sad, really.
And yet, like in the film, there is something heartbreakingly, attractive about the fading glamour of the passengers and all that which they represent - a world on the verge of disappearing forever, never to be seen again. And that too is quite sad.
Still, the world revolves, and ever spirals onwards, repeating a course without the exact duplication of each unique revolution - and thus, humanity evolves - and old orders are lost as new configurations of power and prestige manifest themselves - - though capitalism always seems to keep its ship upright…
I suppose the least one can do is crack open a bottle of champagne (better that, than to crack it against a ship’s prow) and toast whatever the future holds in store for us.
(And another addition to the 'blog-promise', fulfilled. Phew!)
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