It's Götterdämmerung, Jim, but not as we know it
Twilight. The EU Commission can be seen in the background, seated, motionless, at their table in Brussels. In the foreground, Theresa May appears, cheered on by the tribe of the Give-Us-Things. She declares that all is now clear to her, that she knows what she must do.
The great pile of wood assembled by her predecessor stands ready by the Thames, and Theresa May, fearless, bids the Give-Us-Things set light to the pyre. She greets her horse, Article 50, and mounts him with fierce determination. Turning to the people, she speaks briefly of a momentous journey, and then, representing every person in the whole United Kingdom, she rides Article 50 into the flames.
As the Thames breaks its banks, the music swells. The Brussels motif sounds out: "Freude, schöner Götterfunken...", and then fades, drowned by the motif, not of love, but of selfishness and greed. All appears lost. But that motif fades, too, as the Brussels theme returns, stronger than before. The flames rise, engulfing the Hall of the Give-Us-Things, as it crashes to the ground. The river surges over the ruins, and sweeps them away. As the curtain falls, the people look with new hope to Brussels and to each other. The Ode to Joy rings out loud: "Alle Menschen werden Brüder wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt."
Ok, not today, maybe. But coming soon to a country near you.
The great pile of wood assembled by her predecessor stands ready by the Thames, and Theresa May, fearless, bids the Give-Us-Things set light to the pyre. She greets her horse, Article 50, and mounts him with fierce determination. Turning to the people, she speaks briefly of a momentous journey, and then, representing every person in the whole United Kingdom, she rides Article 50 into the flames.
As the Thames breaks its banks, the music swells. The Brussels motif sounds out: "Freude, schöner Götterfunken...", and then fades, drowned by the motif, not of love, but of selfishness and greed. All appears lost. But that motif fades, too, as the Brussels theme returns, stronger than before. The flames rise, engulfing the Hall of the Give-Us-Things, as it crashes to the ground. The river surges over the ruins, and sweeps them away. As the curtain falls, the people look with new hope to Brussels and to each other. The Ode to Joy rings out loud: "Alle Menschen werden Brüder wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt."
Ok, not today, maybe. But coming soon to a country near you.