The email I received showed a gargantuan cargo ship, capable of transporting untold millions of tons of goods from places like China to the USA.
And this monster ship was built in Denmark.
Some still smoldering sense of national pride made me respond to this mail, pointing out that, unlike the Mexican billionaire who is making his fortune on monopoly of telecommunication and who most definitely does not believe in philanthropy, the owner of the company that built this enormous freighter, presented the people of Denmark with a new, state of the arts, opera house.
And then I thought
do people like the one who sent me the email really care ?
Would they not have been more impressed if the gift had been a brand, spanking new sports stadium; a place where one can go and be surrounded by equally testosterone driven fellow fans, eating bad hot-dogs and pop corn and watch grown men so padded and helmeted that they look more like robots on steroids, bang into one another.
People for whom opera, if they ever think about it, would be like a contest between the fat tenor and , most often I am afraid, the equally fat soprano, on who can hold the note the longest in some dreary, plot less production, not to be compared with a good, rousing Broadway musical with lots of hummable tunes and endless lines of good looking gals and guys. ( and a fat one thrown in for comic relief )
So NO;
I don't think I impressed them an awful lot.
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