The Complexity of Alain Delon's Syntax

We need to rise up and defend Paris from the barbarians so that I can finish my thesis before I stroke out. I have absolutely no inclination to connect to Alain Delon in any fashion whatsoever, but his work as the suave European mediating between colonial outgrowth and native autonomy, or as a French resistance fighter during the studio controlled footage in the postwar years, and Riva's correspondences to Gene Hackman in the aftermath of the Nixon administration is almost enough to drive me crazy, but yes, it is relevant, my brain throbbing like Leonardo's, so, in carpe diem fashion I'll forgive the dead pan line readings of the cast, with the exception of Perrin, who understands Xavier's psychology, for the sake of the trope. On one level the series simply toys with Faulkner's oft  quoted adage, "The past is never the past." But there is more to it, consciously or otherwise. Regardless of national identity and regardless of ethnicity and impairment, time does chase us all. We can cheat it, like Armin Mueller-Stahl, who can be an alluring character actor, appealing to a woman's fulfillment quotient in his well preserved age, but the very rigor he displays as an old man is a reminder of rigor mortis. Delon's Riva is conscious of this as well. The characters that people this world are shades in a new mechanized paramilitary age, which is just as complicit as the Mafia (the Loggia's) might have been with Fascist Europe of yore. Maxime, as the heir to criminal spoils, is correct when he dresses down Riva about the new conglomerate world order. The rackets have shifted gears, with legalese, high interest rates, term insurance, floating mortgages bundled for Korean investors, but the guy in Florida getting foreclosed on can still utilize weapons technology. Unfortunately, the video of Slager doesn't outrage me, but I've stipulated why often enough, and will choose to minimize any abuse host reportings for the interval, and in fact may never bring it up again, but even if the left defangs ineffective policing, it will never entirely unravel the contradictions between individual self-worth and the analytics that go into aggregate life expectancy and the legal worth of any one human body, which varies according to tort, nationality, region, country, profession, caste; I'll concede cowardice, but bad actors abound, including this one.

I received, and accepted, an invitation to The Cafe, and if I make it, in modestly presentable fashion, I will be, literally, an outsider. Perhaps a compassionate male will offer to lift whichever power chair I take over the stoop, assuming I can navigate the interior. I doubt it, but just as with the Rosenbach in 2013, I am engaging in misplaced faith of association as a possible solution in winter's discontent. We'll see what happens.