"Fortunately or unfortunately, people would prefer to remember Dali as a showman than as a Grail Prince."
"As if I could give a good toss," Olivia replied with a frown. "I don't care what people think and if they don't believe me, tough. Dali was the King of Esoterica in the Twentieth Century. You know what else? I'm going to start an Order of Bread just like Dali did - and I'm going to write this all down, in public. For those with ears to hear and eyes to see. The Tarot cards predicted as much last night - it was all there...the Queen of Swords, Justice, the Queen of Cups, a skull..."
"...and Crossbones," Domenico teased. "C'mon, Liv...and the Final Fantasy was..."
"...El Juicio - Judgment. If I'm wrong, then tell me why somebody as famous as Bobby Slant from Pb Airship said: Listen up mate, Salvador Dali didn't paint because he needed the money. Don't you think it a tad strange that of all the painters in the world, Bobby mentioned Dali? How come he didn't say Picasso? Huh?"
"Speaking of rock gods, didn't your San Salvador write an opera?"
"Yes, a 'Cathar' opera...Etre Dieu. Another Testament that's been greatly maligned."
"Well, maybe I can help you out after all. Perhaps we could stage a production of Etre Dieu in English. Would that make you happy?"
"Could we really? Really? That would be fantastic!"
"Let me see the booklet that came with the CDs," Duke offered. "Interesting. So, this opera is in code?"
"It's all about the Trail of the Grail," Olivia replied. "Pure Language of the Birds! Just look at the characters - Anne of Brittany? A true Grail princess if ever there was one. C'mon, Duke, it's so obvious - Dali even talks about Gilles de Rais, who was set-up and burned at the stake after helping Joan of Arc - 22's book, The Expected One, mentions that fact."
"I do like this about Old St. Nick - listen to Dali's part:"
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the divine one is me, I am
quite an exhibitionist,
so in order for me not to go about
unnoticed despite my moustache,
vest, and all other
artefacts that I wear to set me apart,
I take advantage of
Christmas in order to carry around
a small bell, like
the ones Santa Clause, you know,
white beards, etc.
and then if someone doesn't notice me
I ring the bell...and then they turn and ask me
for my autograph. It's the only way; nobody
has ever escaped...
And here's a real story about the time
I had to sign books in Brentano's...I asked that
they bring me a silver sturgeon
replete with caviar...and then I went about
dressed as Santa Claus with a sack, and people
gave me dollars and I signed books
while at the same time eating caviar.
That's something no one has ever done
beg and eat caviar.
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"Bread and fishes!" Miss O exclaimed, laughing. "He was so fabulous! You get it, right? Money is bread and caviar equals fish eggs...I really must go online tonight and get the new Order of Bread ready to rock 'n roll because you know what tomorrow is, right?"
