The Adonis Blue, loveliest of all the blue butterflies and rivalled only, perhaps, by the White Admiral as a thing of delicate wonder in flight, lending its grace to the beauty of the chalk uplands of southern England. This is the butterfly of our joyous childhood excursions to Hod Hill, where, I hope, it will continue to flourish long after the footprints of rapacious men fade from view. LJ
Lyndon’s Flipboard Link
“Hay que tener en cuenta que el derecho europeo está por encima del derecho nacional, por lo que el Tribunal de la UE podría echar por tierra cualquier medida que considere contraria al derecho comunitario.”
Le premier d’une très longue série à avoir été enterré à Westminster, c’est Edouard le Confesseur. C’était en 1066.
— Read on www.radiofrance.fr/franceinter/podcasts/le-vif-de-l-histoire/13h54-le-vif-de-l-histoire-du-jeudi-15-septembre-2022-1245891
Émission faisant partie du programme “Le vif de l’histoire”, diffusée sur France Inter.
La Marche sur Rome ou la prise de pouvoir par les chemises noires en Italie
— Read on www.radiofrance.fr/franceinter/podcasts/le-vif-de-l-histoire/13h54-le-vif-de-l-histoire-du-lundi-26-septembre-2022-4321544
Analyse historique diffusée sur France Inter cent années après cet événement dont les conséquences sont bien connues ou où devraient être.
The best photo I’ve ever taken.
In 1970, Stanford professor Paul Ehrlich published a famous book, The Population Bomb, in which he described a disastrous future for humanity: “The battle to feed all of humanity is over. In the 1970s and 1980s hundreds of millions of people will starve to death.” That prediction turned out to be very wrong, and in this interview Nicholas Eberstadt tells how we are in fact heading toward the opposite problem: not enough people.
— Read on www.hoover.org/research/de-population-bomb
catafalque: a decorated bier on which a coffin rests in state during a funeral
Sad news indeed at the most difficult of times. A remarkable human being, the Queen is a great loss and is already sadly missed. RIP
Geo-fence – Wikipedia
— Read on en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geo-fence
A blend of homesickness, nostalgia and longing, “hiraeth” is a pull on the heart that conveys a distinct feeling of missing something irretrievably lost.
— Read on www.bbc.com/travel/article/20210214-the-welsh-word-you-cant-translate
Read on en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tar-Baby
While the term is new, the concept isn’t. One workplace expert said that there have always been employees who react to burnout by “doing the bare minimum.”
— Read on www.cnbc.com/2022/08/30/is-quiet-quitting-a-good-idea-heres-what-workplace-experts-say.html
At first glance, this looks like the death of selfless vocational commitment to me, not altogether unsurprising in this myopic age of solipsistic folly. LJ
La dernière interview de Mikhaïl Gorbatchev au <i>Figaro</i>: en 1989, «nous avons pris la seule décision acceptable»
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A narrative object record for L’Umana Fragilita (Human Frailty) by Salvator Rosa
— Read on www.fitzmuseum.cam.ac.uk/objects-and-artworks/highlights/PD53-1958
Valladolid – Wikipedia, la enciclopedia libre
— Read on es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valladolid
God’s Judgment on a Wicked Bishop
The summer and autumn had been so wet,
That in winter the corn was growing yet,
‘Twas a piteous sight to see all around
The grain lie rotting on the ground.
Every day the starving poor
Crowded around Bishop Hatto’s door,
For he had a plentiful last-year’s store,
And all the neighbourhood could tell
His granaries were furnish’d well.
At last Bishop Hatto appointed a day
To quiet the poor without delay;
He bade them to his great Barn repair,
And they should have food for the winter there.
Rejoiced such tidings good to hear,
The poor folk flock’d from far and near;
The great barn was full as it could hold
Of women and children, and young and old.
Then when he saw it could hold no more,
Bishop Hatto he made fast the door;
And while for mercy on Christ they call,
He set fire to the Barn and burnt them all.
“I’faith ’tis an excellent bonfire!” quoth he,
“And the country is greatly obliged to me,
For ridding it in these times forlorn
Of Rats that only consume the corn.”
So then to his palace returned he,
And he sat down to supper merrily,
And he slept that night like an innocent man;
But Bishop Hatto never slept again.
In the morning as he enter’d the hall
Where his picture hung against the wall,
A sweat like death all over him came,
For the Rats had eaten it out of the frame.
As he look’d there came a man from his farm—
He had a countenance white with alarm;
“My Lord, I open’d your granaries this morn,
And the Rats had eaten all your corn.”
Another came running presently,
And he was pale as pale could be,
“Fly! my Lord Bishop, fly,” quoth he,
“Ten thousand Rats are coming this way,…
The Lord forgive you for yesterday!”
“I’ll go to my tower on the Rhine,” replied he,
“‘Tis the safest place in Germany;
The walls are high and the shores are steep,
And the stream is strong and the water deep.”
Bishop Hatto fearfully hasten’d away,
And he crost the Rhine without delay,
And reach’d his tower, and barr’d with care
All the windows, doors, and loop-holes there.
He laid him down and closed his eyes;…
But soon a scream made him arise,
He started and saw two eyes of flame
On his pillow from whence the screaming came.
He listen’d and look’d;… it was only the Cat;
And the Bishop he grew more fearful for that,
For she sat screaming, mad with fear
At the Army of Rats that were drawing near.
For they have swum over the river so deep,
And they have climb’d the shores so steep,
And up the Tower their way is bent,
To do the work for which they were sent.
They are not to be told by the dozen or score,
By thousands they come, and by myriads and more,
Such numbers had never been heard of before,
Such a judgment had never been witness’d of yore.
Down on his knees the Bishop fell,
And faster and faster his beads did he tell,
As louder and louder drawing near
The gnawing of their teeth he could hear.
And in at the windows and in at the door,
And through the walls helter-skelter they pour,
And down from the ceiling and up through the floor,
From the right and the left, from behind and before,
From within and without, from above and below,
And all at once to the Bishop they go.
They have whetted their teeth against the stones,
And now they pick the Bishop’s bones:
They gnaw’d the flesh from every limb,
For they were sent to do judgment on him!
Idag kom Säpo, säkerhetspolisen, med sin årsrapport. Säpo säger att Rysslands invasion av Ukraina kommer påverka säkerheten i Sverige. Det finns också …
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“I think we got something then!”
Sveriges statsminister Magdalena Andersson och Finlands statsminister Sanna Marin hade ett möte i helgen. De pratade om Rysslands krig i Ukraina och om …
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