Modern Napoleon by Erik Jensen I thought I figured out the grand strategy, the method behind the man-myth I know. He is a giant trapped in a unassuming body, a God burdened with temporary corporal existence. He conquers golf courses like minor fiefdoms, speaks law like it was just champagne musings. But here’s the thing - today, I noticed the first cracks in the fresco imperial portrait. It was easy enough to miss, like a South Atlantic island on a world map, but for a few moments, gaze. The first splintered brush strokes appear. Imperfection is not a sin, not even a miscalculation by itself, but underneath the first instance, you wonder if there are enough to lose the next battle and ship the man to St. Helena. 07/12/2011 Author's Note: About a former boss of mine. Posted on 07/13/2011 Copyright © 2024 Erik Jensen Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)