Following one more inconclusive Eurogroup meeting earlier on yesterday, it remains to be seen for whom really the bell tools. I guess Ernest Hemingway remind us part of the meditation (using Donne’s original spelling) in the book’s epigraph:
No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
Try now to interpret the above with today’s…deliberations…AND the real situation as well as the final, repeat, the final outcome!
*adding the word “really” adds to the suspense… Watch this space!
P.S. For those old readers of the Esquire, 1991, here’s another one a bit paraphrased: “Clad head-to-toe in black, he could be a mourner at a wake, but from his body language one cannot quite make out his precise attitude towards the dear departed”…