Chant de Salon (réserve)

Que longtemps les eaux de la Provence
Rejouissent les citadins!
Que le pain persiste en abondance
Avec de l'huile, avec du vin!

Que le sel maintienne son saveur!
Que les gens retrouvent leur bonheur!

Que l'aumône donne de la chance
Sur Terre - et joie sans fin!

Est-ce parce que je suis petit-bourgeois
Que je n'aime pas les patrons?
Est-ce parce que je suis petit-bourgeois
Que j'aie été en prison?
Est-ce parce que je suis petit-bourgeois
Que j'aie tiré sur un flic?
Est-ce parce que je suis petit-bourgeois
Que j'aie très peu de fric?*
Alors c'est le monde à l'envers!

Est-ce parce que l'on est petit-bourgeois
Que l'on tue ses enfants?
Est-ce parce que l'on est petit-bourgeois
Le malheur des adolescents?
Est-ce parce que l'on est petit-bourgeois
Qu'ils veulent pas de mariage?
Est-ce parce que l'on est petit-bourgeois
Qu'ils vivent de stage en stage?
Alors c'est le monde à l'envers!

* Ça a un peu changé depuis.

La société est non-violente,
Pourtant elle tue!
De façon rusée, peu directe et lente:
Mensonges hors vue!
Insultes flatteurs, erreurs qui augmentent
Par suite est perdue
La vue des choses qu'avait l'enfant
En tant qu'innocent et que peu gagnant!

L'amour est perdu, humainement vu
Et l'adolescent s'assimile à l'enfant
Au lieu d'être pêre et d'avoir cru
Que sa petite-amie est fidèle autant
Que lui-même l'est que c'est pas vq
D'autre chose qu'on vit à l'instant
Et qu'attendre avant d'être tendre* est la pente
Sur laquelle cherra la fidelité bien que lente
Dans la société, toujours non-violente
Où la femme est pas mûre
D'être mêre avant de remplir les trente
Où certaines attendent d'être sûre
Et tâchent après, trop tard, trente-cinq ou quarante
Et perdent en vie, enfants en allure
Les ados, les adultes, des fils et des filles
Dont le nombre, peu grand, les maintient pas en vie.
Hans Lundahl

*Tendre - juste dans le lit? ... ce n'est pas de ça dont je parle, mais des tendres époux et pères. D'ailleurs je crois que ça donnerait plus de tendresse dans le lit aussi.

Le propriétaire Communiste parle:

"Je paie l'impôt pour que tu sois esclave
Du foyer, de sa Fraternité:
Quand-à l'aumône, je la donne pas aux libres
Comment alors tu oses demander?"

Recueilli et orné par Hans Lundahl

Peut-être pas juste orné, mais parodié, quand à l'homme lui-même, mais il semble y avoir une tendence communiste comme: "si je paie pour toi, je décide pour toi: et je décide que c'est collectivement chez les bénévoles qui s'occupent des gens comme toi, pas autrement." Je l'ai présumé chez ce propriétaire, bien que je ne lui ai pas parlé moi-même mais à travers un gentil locataire qui n'avait, quand à lui, pas cette idée.

A la prochaine grande ville, par contre, c'est palpable et pas juste noté par moi. Il y a une attitude de "Nous, les imposables ensemble, payons pour vous les s d f ensemble. Alors nous décidons ensemble ce que vous subissez ensemble. Vie privée, ça n'existe qu'en tant qu'octroyée par nous ensemble. Vie privée, c'est un revenu gagné normalement sans vie privée au travail. En plus, nous, en tant que payant pour vous, nous décidons ensemble ce que vous pouvez faire comme travail, même si notre décision pour les non-embauchables est: Réinsertion Par Travail (non rémunéré en argent et logé sans vie privée). Nous avons abandonné notre vie privée des femmes à la maison, nous avons abandonné notre vie privée comme propriétaires non endettés des entreprises, nous avons abandonné notre vie privée comme décidant nous mêmes comment éléver nos enfants, alors, vous perderez votre vie privée aussi, chômeurs!" Le problème avec la bourgeoisie, c'est qu'elle est trop socialiste.

Sor Eusebia, exorcista de España
Fue la hija de un mendicador*
En una hora se hizo su retrato
Bien que manco fuese su pintor.**
Hans Lundahl

*El padre de Sor Eusebia trabajaba cada vez que hubo trabajo, però cuando no, mendicaba. La jovenìsima Eusebia le acompanhaba con orgullo. En el monasterio dos o tres veces venciò al demonio. Profetiò tambien el martyrio de la madre abadisa y los persecuciones por los Rojos. Durmiò en el Senhor antes de la guerra de 1936 - 39. En su beatificacion o canonizacion, un pintador ciego(?)**, que pintaba con sus pies hizo su retrato, però el milagro fue que lo hizo en una hora, no pudiendo finir antes de acabar el retrato.

**Es a decir: me recordé como fuese ciego y quizás que pintaba también con sus pies peró fue solo lo secundo que confirmé en el sitio. Habia escrito: "bien que ciego fuese el pintador".

Sur un air improvisé dont la seconde moitié rappelle celle de La Truite:

Je ne dis pas
Que l'âme soit gelée,
Qui'm refusa
Tisane ce matin

Ni l'autre dame
Qui un peu timide
Vérifia
Que j'avais quitté le jardin

Une appela
Son mari pour l'entrée
De sa maison
Defendre du chemin
(/:que j'avais pris:/)

/:Mais après ça
Foncée la liquide
(café, mais oui!)
Qui rechauffa
Alors mes doigts enfin!:/
Hans Lundahl

Enfrente la leyenda negra

Herbert Eugene Bolton (1870-1953), historiador estadounidense.: "Se debe admitir que el éxito de España permanece como una fuerza que hizo posible la preservación de los indios, en oposición a su destrucción que fue tan característica de la frontera angloamericana."

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It's a Prime

Three men were sitting around a table in prison. All of them had killed. The theme of their talk was, what had they killed for.

Tom admitted "I was too besotted with a girl, I couldn't take it when she left me, so, after harrassing her a year, when she tried to defend herself, I killed her."

Dick said, "My own story is somewhat different. It's even slightly original:

"I am a fairly lawabiding man, otherwise. Just not very well educated. One day, I was sitting on a bench, and on the bench opposite, I saw a man looking a bit like a hoodlum in his trench coat.

"He was writing, writing, and then writing again, in his notebook. I was starting to get a bit curious, and thought, perhaps he was planning some crime or something.

"Suddenly he sprang up, and he shouted, full of glee 'It's a crime, it's a crime!' - there I had the proof.

"He was going to kill or extort someone, I thought I'd like to play the hero, so, I said 'I take you under a citizen's arrest' and when he refused, we started to wrestle, and I killed him.

"When the policemen came in, I explained the situation. Quietly one constable took up the notebook.

"'Are you sure,' he said, 'that he didn't shout «It's a prime, it's a prime!» instead?' - and he looked very intently at me.

"'But that doesn't mean anything, does it?' I retorted.

"But the policeman told me: 'oh yes, it does, it means, «It's a prime number.»'

"He showed me the notebook, last written page, and the crossed out numbers 673 and 677 on top, crossed out with one stroke. Below that, there were lots of funny calculations all starting with 455603 on top. Here, I'll show you one."

4	5	5	6	0	3
	1	7	6	0	3
_______________
4	3	8

"Apparently, the guy had taken a multiple of 607, under 455603, and it ended in 603, and then he only needed to take care of the remainder below the first three integers, and as 438 is smaller than 607, it's not a multiple of 607."

Harry asked "wait, how is 17603 a multiple of 607?"

Dick obliged with another calculation:

	6	0	7	0
		6	0	7
_______________
	5	4	6	3
1	2	1	4
_______________
1	7	6	0	3

"You see, by deducting 1 times from 10 times, he got nine times the prime factor. And as 5463 ends in 63, the thing he needed was a 4 added below the six, so, he took 1214, the double, and removed it one step to the left. 17603 is therefore 29*607."

Harry asked "and what was the point of all this?"

"There wasn't one," said Dick, "unless you think of it in terms of solving a pointless problem. The policeman showed me how the two numbers 673 and 677 miltiplied to 455621, and it seems 455603 was the highest prime number below that, it was definitely not either 673 or 677 away from the product of these, so they couldn't be counted either. It seems, the guy had been crossing out all prime factors, starting with 2, 3, 5, 7, 11 and 13, and after crossing out these last two had come to his conclusion after testing 661.

"I killed a man because I didn't understand his hobby."

And Harry said, "My friends, I see why you are here, I see why some others don't like you, but, frankly, you are a real treat." When they stared at him in unbelief, he added "well, at least compared to my victim!"

Tom asked "whom did you kill?"

Harry answered "I killed a shrink, he was taking away liberties from me for reasons about as stupidly thought through as Dick's here, and he was harrassing me that way about as relentlessly as you did to your ex-girl-friend. You are both better people than my victim."

Whether we believe Harry or not, I think the story has come to a conclusion. The moral for mathematicians would be, if you ever shout out you have proven a number a "prime" - please shout "it's a prime number!" so no one thinks you shout "it's a crime!"

Whether the story has a moral for shrinks, I don't know, but it has one for people who send shrinks onto someone. Please don't push people to kill.

Ann's Wake

As mentioned, Julian and Dick had left their sister, Georgina her cousin, and the rest of the crew their friend to attend on the receiving end of their handie talkie calls. She had taken a nap in the afternoon before they left her, and got her first cup of strong tea when they said goodbye.

She was cosily seated in a sofa with lots of tea and Hershey's Mr. Goodbar, and a lot of knitting to do while waiting.

The receiver was an amateur radio station, not a handie talkie, and it was connected to an Ampex tape recorder (reel to reel, this was before cassette recorders!). In case she needed proof, she could just activate the recorder to the sound from the radio station.

From time to time, she interrupted her knitting when they called.

A little before midnight, she heard the call "three into house, over" from Julian.

A minute or two later, this came:

"Georgina calling Ann, do you hear me, over?"

"Ann calling Georgina, I hear you. Over."

"Put on the tape recorder, and hear when we get caught, when you have sufficient proof, call the police, over."

She put on the tape recorder. "Tape recorder running, over."

Sounds went somewhat amuck for a few seconds, Georgina later explained that she had scotched a pin over the push button that activated the handie talkie.

Then sounds changed, voices a bit far away became audible.

Then Georgina shouted "brutes!"

Voices of angry men came nearer (along with noises of steps) ... "what are you doing here?"

"Birdwatching."

"Likely story, your friend tried to get in using a rope on an arrow ..."

Scuffle went on, Georgina said "let me go!"

And a blasé voice answered "I don't think so, here we go!"

Noices of steps on the ground shifted to feet on gravel ...

"Let her go!" This time George White spoke up, people ran to him and caught him ...

"So, you kind of betrayed your friend?" ... (sound of a punch) "We don't like traitors ... we may use them, we don't like them."

Nobby's Daring

The two outside - George and Georgina - received Nobby and Charlie who had been posing as trying to "shoot a rope into the castle" Errol Flynn version of Robin Hood. Nobby was glad to see them, but the others told him they needed to get caught to do a diversion for the ones getting in. George and Georgina stand back.

When Nobby and Charlie are caught - it doesn't take too long, the two groups of five meet before the front porch.

The ten men stand menacing around Nobby and Charlie.

"What do you think you are doing?"

Charlie and Nobby didn't answer.

"We have some more men inside if someone else is trying to be funny."

A rustle which was very weak gave Charlie and Nobby some hope, they were "trying to be funny" ... but Nobby kicked a stone on the ground to hide that rustle, and the men did not notice. They were very well built.

Keeping their attention could prove to be painful. Even so ... Nobby kicked a stone again.

"Hey, stop that - we pay the people who rake the gravel path, don't destroy their work!"

He knew this would hurt, but he disobeyed.

"OK, you are asking for it ..."

The man punched a hard fist with a long windup into his stomach.

He heard Georgina shout "brutes!" and thought "no ..."

Soon Georgina Kirrin and George White were caught too.

Nobby was waiting still held in the arms of two men.

"So, you kind of betrayed your friend?"

Nobby didn't answer. He got a punch into his face with the notice:

"We don't like traitors ... we may use them, we don't like them."

He glimpsed over to Georgina who smiled very furtively, but triumphantly. Police were coming.

The Archers Do Their Work.

Over the fence, then onto the house, there were twenty feet or so to the path of the arrow. Charlie carefully laid down the strong but slender rope in large swathes over the ground, tied it to an arrow, shot at a wooden panelling part of the roof where it met the house.

The arrow stuck into it with a big thud. He started to draw the rope towards himself, though careful not to pull too strongly, just so as to slowly make it appear he was trying to climb the fence with the rope - when he arrived below the fence, a window opened, and a man, somewhat angry, took the arrow, pulled it out of the wood, and shouted to him:

"Ha, this only works in movies."

Charlie turned around and tried to escape.

The angry man turns inside the window and tells his fellows:

"See him running? No? See the rope? The arrow came from there ... see if he's still around"

About five men get out from the window, climbing down on the security ladder, and they use the rope, doubled, to climb up over the fence one after another and down on the other side. They then follow the rope to catch Charlie ...

Meanwhile, Nobby also shoots, at the other side of the house, where the front porch is, thirty feet, and about the same thing happens. He's detected, five men are told to get out, they do so through the front porch and chase Nobby.

Cova, es decir cueva

En Covadonga, rezaron a la Vírgen Purísima antes de la famosa batalla.

En Cova de Iría, la Vírgen apareció a los niños de Fátima.

Y en Belén, "dio a luz a su hijo primogénito, le envolvió en pañales y le acostó en un pesebre, porque no tenían sitio en el alojamiento."*

En qué lugar? En Loreto hay una partida que parece como una casa, peró la partida quedante en Belén es una .... cueva.

No es por nada que la Vírgen eligió Cova da Iría por la revelacióen en Fátima./HGL

* Lucas, 2 - Bíblia Católica Online
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