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This city council and the city water management really instil confidence in their abilities. They tell us they have to go slow to get the water system up and running again. It seems like they have the taps in one hand and a Bible in the other praying for a positive result. It’s a pretty bad state of affairs when you’re worrying about adjusting the pressure in a main line ever so slightly and praying you don’t hear cables snap and concrete crack. If they have learned anything from this fiasco I would hope it’s that this whole main line, and any others like it, need to be replaced, now. And not cheap out with concrete pipes but with high-pressure, steel ones built to withstand the needs of over a million people’s demands for the next century at least. Council has over a billion dollars in reserve funds. If this isn’t a reason to tap into them, I don’t know what is.
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JOHN HANCOCK
(As long as it’s done properly.)
Bizarre spectacle
I was 16 when I first sat through Luis Bunuel’s 1961 film Viridiana. For someone who grew up Catholic in Quebec, I was naturally shocked, stunned by the scene that parodied The Last Supper. It was devilishly irreverent. Standing in for Jesus and his apostles was a gluttonous band of squatters who overran a country estate where food and liquor were abundant and a lavish banquet possible. The scene didn’t enrage me. Instead it gave me insight into the power of old iconic imagery. Moreover, it moved me to begin to question the authority of the church in the province — it enlarged my intellectual resources. As for the utility of the parody of The Last Supper staged at the Paris Olympics, I am unsure. I will only say that it seemed more like a gratuitous insult.
OREST SLEPOKURA
(Hence the apology from Paris organizers)
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