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| Christopher and Isabella At times your caution recalls Queen Isabella, who treated the dreams of a bold adventurer as a calculated risk. Bidding him farewell from a high balcony, she hocked her jewels but kept her cool. Or perhaps I am reminded of the braves who hid along the eastern shore, sullen and suspicious, fingering their impotent spears, watching white men from the cloud-kissed canoe shove the pole of a flag into the earth mother. But what I would like to see is your ecstatic face atop the flagship's tallest mast as the last familiar bit of coast drops below the horizon, and you rocking, rocking rocking as the ship's keel cleaves the virgin surf. There is no greater pleasure. 6/22/04 DCB |