I posit an island, in which three people live: a farmer, a merchant and a banker.
I had been introduced to Take five some time ago.
On that former occassion the gentleman concerned wished to know the sum of two digits of two. During his enquiries he called upon a banker but was left somewhat perplexed by the banker’s response.
Take six shows us the consequences of what the banker tried to explain.
Continue readingThe curious incident of which you have probably never heard
Ils disent que vous savez quand vous êtes arrivé dans la civilisation pour l’eau, puis on vous donne avec votre café. A Vienne, ils servent un verre d’eau avec votre café.
That of course is nothing to do with the following narrative, but it makes an interesting, if not arresting opening. The incident described in the the following notes arose on a bright sunny day in the early summer of 1982°. It is not an original invention.
Continue readingHow oft the silent sound of martins heard
Over the green leaved trees as day departs
Will bring the memory of an annual day.
Did we perhaps embark without a word
Or just imagine the beating of hearts
In the fine room set apart for the fray?
Meeting with others, for a common cause
Inside the one firm now long departed,
Such was the deep tremor of the chords which
Spoke of tax, of people and of purpose
That we all expressed with uplifted head
Hopes far better than simply to enrich.
E’en so now, though our paths are far away,
Each memory rings as if but yesterday.
危险 (Wéixiǎn/In peril)
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杨方 虽小,(它是)凶猛 Yáng fāng suī xiǎo,(tā shì) xiōngměng
la farouche
Another year, another day away from the office
In February’s cold dark dank moonlit morn
See, a fiery Hispanic branch was born
A model of excellence to all who were torn,
Bluebells arose as she embraced the storm,
Exhaling canephoras in the twilight of dawn,
Languidly somnulant upon the velvet lawn.
Not chocolate orange
Continue readingGolden, as the sun rising in the east,
Another day to be filled with festive feast
Year added unto year, it behoveth me to say,
Like Venus in her orb and triumphal array
Enhancing to kith and kindred all
Every service and every loving call.
Did ere such kindness rest?
Were any mother ‘ere so blest?
As thine, and thou, whose blessed memory
Ringeth out o’er years gone by,
Delighting all who in her shadow rest
So that she shall be forever blest.
春江花月夜，张若虚
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In separation the moon understands our longing –
So it was said, but in the days of separation what goes through one’s head?
A Chinese author, 张若虚, expressed it in this way:
Continue readingTogether they watched the moon –
And in the days of confession what must the response be?
A German author, Dehmel, expressed it in this way:
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