So, back to Horace, Liberovici's aesthetic indifference touches his nerves. However he does not have the character of Don Quixote, he doesn't like confrontation, he prefers to gloss over. And looking at the Liberovici's scowl asking if the statue of the Unknown Policeman is strictly figurative he decides to nod vague and to divert on other topics.
“Ehm, yes, figurative, more or less...
So, excuse me, why did you summon me?”
“We have urgent need of your services. Who knows, perhaps for the last time.”
The phrase is arcane, it can't fall on deaf ears.
“In what way, inspector?”
Liberovici gets up and starts walking with precise step from side to side of the room, exposing Horace to a stiff neck to follow him from sitting. After the third change …show more content…
three years, I would say. I suppose I’ve made about thirty sketches.”
“Thirty-two, to be exact. And, tell me, do you know how many criminals we have captured thanks to your sketches?”
Horace believes to guess the meaning of that speech, and has a bad feeling.
“Ah! I would be telling you a lie...”, he smiles with feigned amiability.
“Then don't tell me it. I’ll tell you: the answer is zero. Nobody. Understood?”
“I don't believe this is the main problem...”
“And what’s the problem? Mr Ferendeles, you’ve got to stop with those abstract drawings!”, the detective says pointing the finger.
"Damn, now he starts his indictment", he realizes in a inner landslide. Those speeches happen every couple of months and they generally coincide with the signs of major investigations. According the ritual Horace deploys sandbags around his trench. Tries to lift a finger, but now the inspector has took the running start, as if the initial bustle had given him the charge.
“Well, I think...”
“Mr Ferendeles, enough already! Maybe Picasso is your role model, but I can't accept anymore sketches with three eyes and two noses. Okay?”
“But, the freedom of expression...?”
“Don’t break my balls with your freedom! We have to capture criminals, not exhibit in art galleries! We’re paying you for
“Ehm, yes, figurative, more or less...
So, excuse me, why did you summon me?”
“We have urgent need of your services. Who knows, perhaps for the last time.”
The phrase is arcane, it can't fall on deaf ears.
“In what way, inspector?”
Liberovici gets up and starts walking with precise step from side to side of the room, exposing Horace to a stiff neck to follow him from sitting. After the third change …show more content…
three years, I would say. I suppose I’ve made about thirty sketches.”
“Thirty-two, to be exact. And, tell me, do you know how many criminals we have captured thanks to your sketches?”
Horace believes to guess the meaning of that speech, and has a bad feeling.
“Ah! I would be telling you a lie...”, he smiles with feigned amiability.
“Then don't tell me it. I’ll tell you: the answer is zero. Nobody. Understood?”
“I don't believe this is the main problem...”
“And what’s the problem? Mr Ferendeles, you’ve got to stop with those abstract drawings!”, the detective says pointing the finger.
"Damn, now he starts his indictment", he realizes in a inner landslide. Those speeches happen every couple of months and they generally coincide with the signs of major investigations. According the ritual Horace deploys sandbags around his trench. Tries to lift a finger, but now the inspector has took the running start, as if the initial bustle had given him the charge.
“Well, I think...”
“Mr Ferendeles, enough already! Maybe Picasso is your role model, but I can't accept anymore sketches with three eyes and two noses. Okay?”
“But, the freedom of expression...?”
“Don’t break my balls with your freedom! We have to capture criminals, not exhibit in art galleries! We’re paying you for