I write this on Valentine’s Day, having run into the King of Greece early this morning in the local bank asking a teller where he could buy a Valentine card for his queen. (He received a blank stare for his trouble.) After 47 years of marriage, it’s nice to know that even kings bring Valentine cards to their queens.
Personally, I’m not a big card man. Love letters, yes, Valentine cards a no-no, romantic emails only when dead drunk. The purpose of a love letter is obviously to seduce. If seduction has taken place already, then it means the seducer wants more of the good stuff. I know, I know, it sounds awfully cynical, but I’ve been around for much too long to fall for all the rest. They say that seduction, unlike a marriage proposal, can never occur between equals. This is why I’ve been having so much trouble with my long-time fiancée.
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