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I was in the midst of a book signing in Athens when I noticed Plato in the line. Not one to tarry, he appeared clearly bemused at the length of the queue. I was not sure if he was irritated or impressed. Given this was my third successful book in so many years, I was perhaps earning his attention. Like me, he is clearly concerned with authenticity, the foundation of true art. Alas, one never knows where it leads. 

My latest book, “Life on an Ice Shelf” received rave reviews in general and some rather frigid stares from the mezzanine level that failed to grasp the power and peace in my message.  Life as the Sanguine Panguin is rarely uninteresting and always evocative. With such intense focus on reality and idealism and the abstract in Athens, “Life on an Ice Shelf” brought needed relief to the masses and some unexpected notoriety to the Sanguine Panguin. 

When he finally arrived at the signing table, I looked at my dear friend Plato and knew what was coming. He had that look and I nervously shuffled my feet and moved my Krill Cocktail to one side with my flipper, which was visibly shaking. With his philosophical air, he looked at me in the eye and said: “SP, you have arrived. And you have brought an ice shelf with you. Your art takes flight in the cool and clear waters of your authentic soul. A soul that I clearly see and that which almost feels concrete.”