Certainly, during the life-span of a man, there are endless episodes that deserve to be recounted. However, there will be infinite moments that this report tries to touch upon—echoes of the tale this book is called to narrate. These moments, while deeply affecting the national culture, speak volumes of the people’s spirit, expressing relationships in the public sphere. For this is not just one life, nor merely a sequence of events that merit a coming-of-age book—as though billions, trillions of pages throughout Earth make up the miracle that is the chronicle of the Universe as we know it.
For example, a similarity observed across many countries makes analysts wonder. A binary approach is often mentioned. Coming to the present day, especially concerning the central theme of this account—politics—it is striking how governments world-wide are caught within the schism of hung parliaments. Legislative power, some-how, stands separated from the executive power retained by Mrs President Scarse Scots. That means the two branches of ruling power belong to opposite sides of the political land-scape of this particular nation. Marchioness Antonietta Simon (Laura) Sansonight Bacelle de Morcianne still commands the majority of popular consensus—hence, sheer power. Electoral confusion.
Because each human being is different. Everyone has their own self-perspective. There-fore, there exists an infinite range of shades and facets that influence people’s choices. Consequently, the decision-making—alas, the policy-making—of a nation must be dramatically affected by such a swing. To deepen these observations, the influx of numerous populations has created a melting pot, yet one still strongly rooted in a European identity. A bi-nary, alternative reality.
In a delicate relationship of causes and effects, inter-twined characters appear on stage. With all due respect to the thousand-fold factors that comprise whatever phenomena—mentioned or not within this book—for each physical rule respected, a domino effect is inevitably spawned. Like a butterfly fluttering amongst the glowing flowers in a single corner of a vast field, one element sews its value with another, and together they generate off-springs.
In most recent days, since Mr Dickett was appointed to such a pivotal position within the European government, the legacies of his native commitment could never be foregone. The constant judgment carved through him like a river splitting two shores. Those who slurred his figure after the Sixth of May Tragedy, those who could not grasp the policies breached by Mr Dickett—opponents deluged. His strong sense of belonging to his own cultural roots, even while aligning with the evolving political spectrum, cohabiting still with a majority from the far-right Conservative Party, marked the most solid equilibrium ever witnessed—yet, the very epitome of un-trust-worthiness.
However, he appears to want to mortar bricks with one hand, while taking a hammer to them with the other. The final, greatest achievements of Mr Dickett’s career coincided with the latest developments in his country’s status on the world stage. And this cannot be dis-entangled from the role assumed by a Course man, since August Twenty-Nine-Teen.
Never before had the position of a former leader in national politics become so pivotal in the defining moments of modern times. He shifted the course of continental history, portraying for the first time a dream called the European Union—a charismatic figure poised to shape relationships both within the political sphere and the private, domestic domain.
The epitome of his approach towards individuals lies in fulfilling personal desire—barreling through the fairy-tail that is the telling of this coming-of-age story. Perhaps, a decade—between Twenty-Ou-One and Twenty-Eleven—set the foundation for the most consistent international breath in a globalised perspective. When Mr Dickett was appointed Chair Commissioner for Languages at the European Union in Twenty-Ou-Six, it marked the moment when a provincial lad, emerging from a deluded backdrop, truly made his country’s dream come true.
As though the weight of politics had always been fairly meagre for the average Course country man—dread-fully replenished with expectations—this time the opportunity touched down in the middle of no-where. At the least expected moment, the European Commission surprisingly named Mr Dickett as the new Chairman of the Language Commission. What was left behind was a country falling apart, surviving on the support of its major allies and financial aid—unsustainable in the long term. Self-recognition, long overdue, was finally ready to take off.
Through-out the over-all narrative process—un-ravelling within the Penrose stairs—there is no easily identify-able trend to feel whether the country is plummeting or soaring. Sometimes, the darkest periods precede the dawning of awakening.
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