oh dear, i'm deeply perplexed and need to do some shamefaced backtracking and dithering, etc ... uh oh ! er, perhaps i was a little hasty ... clearly, i know nothing !

http://spiritoftheages.com/Moriae%20Encomium%20(In%20Praise%20of%20Folly)%20-%20illustrated%20by%20Hans%20Holbein.htm

http://classiques.uqac.ca/classiques/erasme/eloge_de_la_folie/erasme_folie_fig.pdf

http://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/btv1b2200121v/f1.item

http://www.hans-holbein.org/

http://www.gutenberg.org/files/30201/30201-h/30201-h.htm

http://www.jimandnancyforest.com/2009/02/27/erasmus/

http://la.wikisource.org/wiki/Moriae_encomium

faint echoes of ancient laughter

I really don’t know, because I’m not a professional scholar, if Montaigne, who was born in 1533, had access to the writings of Erasmus, who died in 1536. 

Erasmus' contempt for the Papacy, despite his lifelong adherence to Roman Catholicism, meant that his writings became suspect of heresies & were supressed for some time.  Yet I can’t help feeling that Erasmus’ ghost inhabits, but doesn’t possess, the mind of Montaigne.  Each had a joyously voracious approach to reading the ancient classics, & each seems to have a delightfully sweet-tempered disregard for the pompous certainties of those same ancient authors.   For the time being, until I know better, I shall choose to regard Michel as the heir of Desiderius, & I’m deeply grateful that he chose to squander much of that inheritance on us.

And as for that minx Sarah Bakewell … revisiting her book, “How To Live, A life of Montaigne in one question & twenty attempts at an answer”, is to re-visit a dear friend whose sweetness of conversation rings in the memory like celestial music echoing among the not too distant stars on a warm summer night … so I’m moving her up, provisionally, to joint-top place in my pantheon of favourite lady writers, alongside of Diana Holman-Hunt, just for the time being.  I shall expect to find them taking tea together on the terrace, just as soon as I get to heaven.

After all, what do I know ?

paul simon chips in with some eloquent support for obama ...

http://90days90reasons.com/14.php

erasmus ... a little light reading ...

i was always rarther fond of the way durer had drawn and engraved erasmus' hands, even though i knew nothing of the man he portrayed

,,, and then, last term, melvyn bragg's epic tutorial saga got around to illuminating the subject in a lively discussion ...

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01bmlsy

... and knowing that holbein had portrayed both erasmus ...

( twice ) ...

... no, thrice !!! ...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erasmus

... and erasmus' friend sir thomas more ...




... and having only just cleared the reading backlog by finishing with peter hennessey's "never again", at long last ...

... it seemed like a very good time to download erasmus' "praise of folly" from project gutenberg ...

... and to start editing it in word, my favourite way of studying closely written and densely printed texts ...



... and so, for the next week or two ... DO NOT DISTURB !!!

dear diary ...

... nearly pensionable ... but only half-way through the big squeeze

more gardening tips ... intercontinental technological transfer picked up at the end of the night shift from my friend rufus who was researching malaysian technology for his family in cameroon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3MCRo9gBk0

http://palmeka.com/products.php

super symmetrical silliness acapella

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=VtItBX1l1VY

vernacular architecture: classics of the southern style at horsted keynes

a public shelter besides conveniences for ladies and gentlemen in the pretty village of horsted keynes

it is hoped that the simple WC sign post at the right of the picture can be replaced using lottery funding

a larger multi-lingual version with pictograms is urgently needed

3BT

before seven, emerging from a road through a very dark wood to the east of withyham, i find a field of golden straw, the stubble and bales raked in early golden sunlight, and on the very last bale and closest to the roadside there sits a big old rough coated buzzard watching for field mice ... but of course he flies away as soon as i back my truck through the gate

as i wait at a t-junction just across the road from a garden centre at jarvis brook, a heron circles down in a thrice diminishing spiral to feast in their pond before they open their gate to the day's first customers

travelling home on the top of a double decker bus along the north side of clapham common, i see a very pale skinned girl in a bikini sprawled in such a deep and inelegant slumber out in the middle of a football pitch that about fifty jet black rooks are marching about the pitch and her in a stark contrast of energy and purpose

my workmate paul ... undaunted by the increasing size of his territory whilst loading up enough work for two ordinary drivers

i recently lent him a dvd of "hue and cry" which he'd never seen, filmed in the streets and bombsites of post-war london where he grew up ... you can't begin to imagine his delight

a certain somebody is blushing too much to speak, having placed two similar plugs in the wrong sockets ... however, thanks to the incredibly patient courtenay at the call centre, we are back on line ... but i'll continue blushing almost as much as this morning's sunrise in crawley

local difficulties

we are trying to change ISP ... from BT, churlish and unhelpful in all previous encounters, to another

net result = cut off from the world with what seems like a dead line

so watch this space with patience ... and skepticism

am breathless with admiration after this hand-crafted clever clever clever birthday card from sheila arrived

won't do "exactly what it says on the tin"

http://www.windmillworld.com/millid/2607.htm