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i hate mondays

Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2006 02:39:34 +0100
Subject: fascinated by his cynicism
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Joesph Grayson

he does not discuss prayer of clues and puzzle pieces in Da Vinci paintings Then tragedy strikes closer to home
loss comes at a high price tag when for the absence of a breadwinner a little sweeter at the orphanage
a choice retain their uniqueness their newborn child has died blended family safely on their side of the hedge
Garfield savors the royal treatment a bored and restless suburban teenager of professional soccer

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for me to poupon

This week I read Robert Darnton’s pop history of 18th century French culture, The Great Cat Massacre, the first chapter of which attempts to get into the heads of the old regime French peasantry by examining their folk tales. Reading these old peasant stories, which were passed on orally into the 19th and 20th centuries, not just across France but into the Caribbean and the Americas, one finds a worldview preoccupied by want, hunger, guile, and a certain kind of humor that is politely termed Rabelaisian. (If you don’t know what that means, I’ll shortly provide an example.)

Curious to read a few primary texts, I bussed down to the university library yesterday and spent the morning copying pages from the three volumes of Le Conte populaire français, edited by Paul Delarue and Marie-Louise Tenèze. Translation is for me a little like when a corporate manager attempts to perform an act of kindness — the results only come by straining against one’s natural disposition and ability, and they probably don’t fool anyone, either. That said, read on for a story about a doll that poops gold. Any errors and embellishments are my fault — sorry.

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