A young Hungarian writer, widely travelled on the Continent, seeks to reëvoke the essential spirit of that inter-war Europe, now blown to bits.

Along the way, she said, “That was the first thing I thought about the house, too—that all the dreary paneling down here makes it seem dungeonish. But wait till you see the orange bathroom upstairs and the candy-cane pink bedroom. […]”

Suthep claimed that, on the night of the coup, the King had resisted meeting with the Generals who overthrew Thaksin. In the end, the King gave in to the entreaties of Queen Sirikit, but he publicly signaled her role in the coup by approving the release of a photograph of that audience which showed the King, casually dressed, in profile, while the Queen faced the camera.

Let us admit that the Platonic dialogue is an enigma—something perplexing and to be wondered at. The Platonic dialogue is one big question mark.