After three years of negotiations, no agreement on Brexit has been found. Vincent Hervouet predicts that it is "in the last fifteen minutes of the last hour of the last day that everyone will resign themselves to reasonable compromise", because "this is how the Union works"
No white smoke in Brussels. We were hoping for an agreement this morning on Brexit. In vain.
Remember, the divorce was to take place on March 29 and the naïve specified at 11 pm GMT, last carat. Then on April 12, promised sworn. Then on October 31 ... After we celebrate All Saints' Day and even the British will be forgiven. To hold this last meeting, the experts negotiated all night, the lawyers had to put the agreement in shape today, and the European Council to adopt it tomorrow. Abracadabra, still missed!
We get up and the British are always on the doorstep, hat in hand. Nothing is signed, everything remains to be done. It's been three years that it lasts, they can not stand any more and neither do we. There is no happy divorce except on TV.
But there are still two weeks left!
And it is snatching, in the last quarter of an hour of the last hour of the last day that everyone will resign themselves to the reasonable compromise. This is how the Union works. That's why Boris Johnson has sworn he'd rather break into a ditch than claim a new reprieve. Bojo, the disheveled madcap who rejected the plan that Michel Barnier said it could not be amended by a comma, such as the Koran, the friend of the abominable Trump that Europe despises, the faction that returned the deputies in the fields, when he had no right, who would have lied to the queen and ended up locked in the Tower of London, Bojo is clever.
He will be able to shave his head or make himself an Iroquois ridge, he will go down in history, with his head held high.