You'll note Imperial Ladies aloft. Regardless, the Corsican Upstart ended his days on an island in the South Atlantic, his vaunted Grande Armée smashed and defeated at Waterloo. So much for Boney.
His beautiful and gorgeous Empress Josephine died in 1814, a year before her philandering, adulterous Emperor was utterly and irrevocably defeated by the Iron Duke. Her last words, allegedly spoken through black and rotting teeth were, "Bonaparte … Elba … the King of Rome."
There is, if you care to draw it, a moral in this tale,
LSP
8 comments:
There's generally a moral in most everything.
Usually: "Don't do that!"
I will never try to take over the world. Who would want it?
I would echo both of the above comments... WAY too much work!
Not the image of Josephine that I was expecting.
I totally agree, Ed.
Speaking of which, do you make it into Detroit much? Haven't been there in a little while, but thinking of renting the top floor of the Caddy :) in the not so distant future. We should meet.
Yes, Kid, but Paisiello's remarkable, eh? Laseur's not so bad either.
Compare, if you have time/inclination pics of Boney's blasphemous coronation in Rome to HRH EII's coronation. There was/is obviously a format. Part of me loves that.
Vanished world of course. Now we have the grandeur of gerontocrats in business suits.
NFO, I have a grievous lack of ambition which, somehow translates into a command role in irregular horse. LL, of course, does the real work as RHSM (Regimental Horse Sergeant Major).
Yes, we are a victorious unit. World domination? Let's start with CONSTANTINOPLE BACK WHERE IT BELONGS.
I know Wild, it's upsetting, I think.
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