reliable in either character analysis or predictive work, insofar as a complete horoscope is concerned.
Obviously, I think highly of the book. Obviously, so did its Leonine author, Omarr. What did he name this helpful guide? My World of Astrology. What else? Only a Leo could choose such an all-encompassing title, insinuating the author's royal and exclusive right of ownership of the oldest science known to Earthlings, the mother of astronomy, medicine, mathematics, and religion. Leo cannot conceive of anything over which he does not rule.
I realize I may be inviting a counterattack from Sydney, the Lion, via opening myself to a charge that the Aries ego is revealed in the title of my first book, Linda Goodman's Sun Signs - not to mention the title of the book you're reading - as was the Leo ego in his title, My World of Astrology. But I have a defense, you see. My title only infers personal ownership of the Sun Signs, not of the entire field of astrology, surely a more modest claim than Leo Omarr's… which should demonstrate that a Ram's ego-trip doesn't rocket as high as a Lion's! I can hear the Big Cat roaring in outraged dignity all the way from Beverley Hills. He's going to appear on TV and demand equal time, just wait and see. Seriously, Sydney is truly a lovable Lion, and absolutely the only astrologer I would bet on in a battle of wits with all those bigoted, astrology-hating scientists and astronomers. Sydney has proven his splendid Leonine ability for dramatic debate in such intellectual confrontation more than once, via radio, television, and lectures, brilliantly defending astrology and always winning a stunning victory. That's the whole trouble with Leos. However much you may resent their cockiness, they usually more than deserve the respectful homage they expect and demand.
I had a definite purpose for giving this illustration of Leonine vanity. It's a warning to all Leos who are considering a close relationship with one another, and who will, therefore, soon be unavoidably competing for star status on the stage of family living rooms, or love nests. With both of them it will be MY world of - (whatever). Unless they can find a way to compromise and share the throne, calling their mutual endeavours OUR world of - (whatever), someone may have to call out the guards. The two pronouns my and our have distinctly different meanings, and that difference may well be the deciding factor of the success or failure of any joint effort between two Lions whether business, friendship, or love.
Leo Napoleon Bonaparte was as typical a Big Cat as ever stalked the political jungle on the planet Earth, a born monarch of all he surveyed, his arrogance and royal dignity clearly exhibited in oils by every painter who tried to capture his majestic mien on canvas. Like many Leos, he surrounded himself with 'yes-men,' who constantly bolstered his image of himself and reaffirmed his own opinion that he could do no wrong, make no mistakes - which weakness of pride, of course, led him to his inevitable Waterloo. There was never the slightest doubt who controlled either Josephine or France, until he overestimated his power, as all Leos are inclined to do at one time or another.
Flamboyant and dramatic in a deceptively quiet and poised, controlled, feline manner (like many a Shy Pussycat, nevertheless proud Leo you may know), Napoleon personified his Sun Sign with each act and gesture. I have been privileged to examine a collection of valuable ancient and historical treasures at the home of my friend and editor, Dr. Charles Muses, one of these being a fabulous set of four books on the subject of Egyptian culture, which Bonaparte regally commanded to be printed after his conquest of Egypt. They reflect the Leo charisma of magnificent largesse perfectly. Bound luxuriously and extravagantly in the orange-red colour of the Sun, each book measures approximately three feet in width and four and a half feet in height, hardly the kind of volumes you'd want to pick up at Walden's or B. Dalton's on your lunch break and tote home on the subway in the rush hour. They probably weren't Parisian best sellers, but they were surely GRAND and HUGE and properly IMPRESSIVE.
There's no denying that most Lions and Lionesses are in many ways