Ambition
Once upon a time sister dearest would don the red boots and I the musketeer cape – of sorts. I fancied being the brainy one, Aramis, from the iconic books, sans his obsession with Milady, who was too good for him – he said, after he decapitated her. I'm not sure whose head we took here, sister dearest and I, on the distant shore of Denmark – where things are always rotten – said Hamlet, but I think we were probably looking for hag stones. Two decades down the road, we still do that – take heads and look for hag stones – but I think the intensity of our ambition is less, much less.
