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Literary extract o' the day

Thursday, March 18, 2010
Among other titles, I am reading Prescott's 'Conquest of Mexico' (1848), and felt that this less than delicate extract merited a narrower audience:

Those familiar with the modern Mexicans will find it difficult to conceive that the nation should ever have been capable of devising the enlightened polity which we have been considering. But they should remember that in the Mexicans of our day they see only a conquered race; as different from their ancestors as are the modern Egyptians from those who built, I will not say, the tasteless pyramids, but the temples and palaces whose magnificent wrecks strew the borders of the Nile, at Luxor and Karnac. The difference is not so great as between the ancient Greek, and his degenerate descendant, lounging among the master- pieces of art which he has scarcely taste enough to admire, speaking the language of those still more imperishable monuments of literature which he has hardly capacity to comprehend. Yet he breathes the same atmosphere, is warmed by the same sun, nourished by the same scenes, as those who fell at Marathon and won the trophies of Olympic Pisa. The same blood flows in his veins that flowed in theirs. But ages of tyranny have passed over him ;
he belongs to a conquered race.

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Anecdote o' the day

Friday, July 10, 2009
From the chapter on Lepanto in 'Why the West has Won':

'Sailors, marines and rowers all wore scented scarves - purportedly the origin of the Mediterranean male's propensity to use strong perfumes -to mask the stench and prevent vomiting'.

So now you know...

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Anecdote o' the day

Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The Goodwin bashing season has re-opened, led by Lords O'Neill and Myners:

"Lord O'Neill of Clackmannan: My Lords, will my noble friend confirm that the notes that are issued by the Royal Bank of Scotland and bear the signature of Sir Fred Goodwin are worth £20 or £5, as they say, and that any of us who find ourselves in Scotland with such notes will be able to use them to the full extent of their value?

Lord Myners: My Lords, I thank my noble friend for the question. Sir Fred Goodwin is no longer signing banknotes—they are now signed, in the case of the Royal Bank of Scotland, by Mr Stephen Hester. As an aside, I have been advised that in the Royal Bank of Scotland’s headquarters in Gogarburn, Sir Fred Goodwin employed somebody whose sole job was to ensure that banknotes dispensed from the automatic telling machines in that building bore his signature and his signature alone.


I will be regaling all and sundry with that one, on the basis that if Goodwin did not suffer Ozymandias syndrome to quite such a degree, it is still a terrifically amusing falsehood.

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Fancy a night on the town with Bill Clinton?

Thursday, April 16, 2009
The most fun you could have with or without sending your clothes to the dry cleaners afterwards, I imagine. Probably not a good idea for a woman though.

Anyway, always supposing one could get around American electoral donations law, the prospect is out there:

"Continuing to prove she's savvy as well as smart, Hillary Clinton is using the American Idol finale as a draw to help pay off her debts from her presidential campaign. Anyone who makes an online contribution will be entered into a contest to win two tickets to the show's last episode in Los Angeles.

Not an Idol fanatic? You can also enter to win a day with President Clinton and a fun-filled weekend in New York. The price tag on these two potential prizes is actually dirt cheap! The lowest contribution is only five dollars".

I cannot find a reference to having wheeled out this anecdote before, and even if I have, it bears repeating:

Back in '96 when Bob Dole was running for the Big One, his spin boys and gals put it about that Bill's diet should be a cause for concern, and Carville (?) replied, "Who do you want ordering the pizza? Let's face it, Dole's strictly a boiled chicken kinda guy". From memory, and I cannot lay hands on the reference. Found a variant here, but there's no boiled chicken reference.

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Anecdote o' the day

Sunday, February 22, 2009
From Matthew Parris's 'Read My Lips', a collection of political howlers and so forth:

"In 1948, a Washington DC radio station contacted ambassadors in the capital asking what they would like for Christmas:

French Ambassador - Peace throughout the world
Soviet Ambassador - Freedom for all people enslaved by imperialism
Our man in DC, Sir Oliver Franks - Well, it's very kind of you to ask. I'd quite like a box of crystallised fruit".

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Anecdote o' the day

Tuesday, February 17, 2009
From Ha'aretz:

"[in 1951] As [Israel] tries to come to grips with foreign names, a dispute arises over whether the name of the Roman statesman and orator Cicero should be pronounced Kikero or Sisero. Menachem Begin quotes "Sisero" in an address to the Knesset, to which Speaker Yosef Sprinzak responds: "Mr. Begin, we say 'Kikero.'" Begin retorts: "Thank you very much, Mr. Sprinkak."

Many more fine Knesset related tales there, as there is a list of 33 of them, but I like that one best, and decided after a few days' mulling that I would post it.

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Lèse majesté at the Royal Mail

Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Admittedly a number of years ago, but flicking through a New Statesman pamphlet called 'This England' which contains curious news clippings I found this and felt it would be selfish not to renew its audience:

"As a great admirer of the Royal Family, I was disgusted to see ,that two of the animals in the special Post Office issue of stamps showing rare breeds of cattle had their hindquarters to the Queen's face. Surely face to face would have been more dignified". (Letter in Daily Express)

Here are what I believe are the offending cows, from June '84:





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Non-fiction sentence of the year

Monday, April 21, 2008
This, from James Palmer's 'The Bloody White Baron', his take on Ungern-Sternberg. The section at issue is dealing with some of the lesser known elements of Buddhist practice:

"Even the enlightened gods had their dark sides...Even more terrible was Palden Llamo, one of the divine protectors of Buddhism but also a devouring mother who sacrificed her own children. She rode upon a lake of entrails and blood, clutching a cup made from the skull of a child born from incest, her thunderbolt staff ready to smash the unbelievers and her teeth gnawing on a corpse. Her horse's saddle was made from the flayed skin of her own child, who had become an enemy of the faith, and snakes wound through her hair. Like many gods, she bore a crown of five skulls and a necklace of severed heads. Her ostensible purpose was to defend Buddhism against its enemies, and in particular to guard the Dalai Lama, but she must have terrified many true believers as well. The Tibetans considered Queen Victoria to be one of her incarnations".

A worthy winner, I think, and puts me in mind of the Sarah Bernhardt as Cleopatra anecdote:

""After watching Sarah as Cleopatra, lasciviously entwined in her lover's arms, an elderly dowager was heard to say:' How unlike, how very unlike the home life of our own dear queen'."


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Random anecdote o' the day

Monday, February 04, 2008
Having rediscovered a really rather good second hand bookshop the other day, I have availed myself of 'Stranger than the Bullet - an unconventional history of the vote', and will be doling out snippets from it whenever the mood takes me:


"The shockingly silly photo opportunities continued unabated in 2001…First, there was the mistake only narrowly stopped from turning into a disaster when William Hague spoke outside an aircraft museum in Essex [Doubtless Duxford. C]. A smart aide noticed that he was speaking in front of a World War Two Luftwaffe plane. Only the strategic movement of a few supporters and their placards made sure that he did not appear in the next day's papers against a backdrop of swastikas".


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