La cuisine des révoltés du Bounty (Là-Bas) (French Edition)

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This wandering Jew, son of the Enlightenment, inherited from his Jewish tradition the invitation to listen in order to interpret. Convinced of the universal importance of his discovery, he was able to open it up to history, and beyond the crises of European culture, to the human itself, to Homo sapiens understood as Homo religiosus.

Beyond Sigmund Freud, the man, this intrinsically religious and political anchoring in cultural memory constitutes the very structure of the psychoanalytical position and speech, both with and through the techniques Freud bequeathed. My efforts in the human sciences inscribes itself in this lineage, consciously or unconsciously, when I attempt to introduce Freudian interpretation into the theoretical models of today, to open them up to the confrontation with the unconscious and vice versa.

Yet, this concern to perfect psychoanalytic tools, to make them more relevant in the face of the "new maladies of the soul" 4, tense traumatic situations, "borderline" conditions, and other "unbindings," also carries with it the danger of becoming overly involved in highly technical metapsychologies and thus cut off from current social and anthropological mutations. Psychoanalysis as Discovery or Rediscovery Psychoanalysis is a constant reinvention—attentive to its foundations and history—on condition that it is continuously re-embodied in the subjectivity of the analyst, herself evolving in the counter-transferential relation with her patient: It's a passion that is open both to self-analysis and to the time of history into which the timelessness of the unconscious erupts.

The psychic life is always situated in time. In this sense, the question of culture, past, present, and to come, is consubstantial with psychic life, understood not as a "device" but as a life whose finite nature is embedded in history. My personal trajectory through its challenges, traumas, pleasures, failures, rewards, etc.

In my familial constellation, my mother was very present, while at the same time leaving ample room for my father. Modest, warm, she was a Darwinian scientist by training. Everything was in place for psychic bisexuality to develop. There was another historical event, as random as it was fortunate: Alphabet Day, celebrated on May 24 in Bulgaria, which the brothers Cyril and Methodius invented twelve centuries ago. The cultural and educational milieus went on parade. Everyone sported a letter. I incarnated words, names, sentences.

I loved this ritual, linked to history, to culture, which celebrated a kind of transfusion of the person into writing. Confronting his current debasement, I emphasise in my lectures and writings that going into analysis is an internal experience enabling a person to situate herself in openness. I explain to those I supervise that in the transmission of the analytical act, we are not working in the margins but on the tangent between our knowledge and the vagaries of history.

The technical framework of analysis is tangential to historical movement. At the same time, it is indispensable to open the ear up to what the analysand experiences in the here and now. Our work is not to meet the social demand but to hear the social malaise.

If she is fine-tuned in her accompaniment of the patient, she is able to detect new symptoms and generate new concepts. Yes, research does exist in psychoanalysis though it is not sufficiently understood: Squeezed by accelerated time and hyperconnection, the interior life becomes suspended in a stressed and stressful daily existence, dominated by media images which encapsulate and threaten to destroy all inner experience.

How do we deal with this constant incitement to partake in the Spectacle, exhibitionism, narcissism, social media, selfies? This widely shared behaviour is a major social phenomenon that begs to be analysed. In what ways is it both toxic and liberating, in contact with the violence of trauma and desire? A Life in Time psychoanalysts must face. We have to maintain both poles firmly—new techniques and a double anchoring in both subjectivity and culture.

Translation is the European language. As a professor directing the theses of foreign students and as a psychoanalyst working with patients whose mother tongue is not French, I have been observing a psychic renaissance expressed in polylingualism and the act of translating.

Given that both analyst and analysand are socio-historical agents, interpreting the unconscious of the analysand, that is, what he says unawares, constitutes a translation. One bets on the translatability of traumas and thus on their trajectory, their working-through. Bringing this knowledge of the psyche to light on the social and cultural stage is not easy.

It falls to each of us to make use of the rigorous tools of our respective fields, to confront the social crises identity, the need to believe, populism, fundamentalism and the new social agents adolescents, different sexual orientations and reproductive modalities. It's a question not so much of an engagement as a co-presence, providing a neighbouring framework of the cure and its socio-historical environment.

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One begins with the relevant interpretation in the framework, then its transmission, understood as a translation-interpretation of historical change, addressed to the social body in movement. Three Anthropological Changes Never has humanity known an anthropological mutation as radical and widespread as the one we are experiencing today. Technology moves forward with dizzying speed.

Communication has never been so global, extraordinary in its diversity and heterogeneity. It becomes suspended in melancholy or in borderline conditions, and also in drug addiction and jihadism. It's a time of sacrifice, a maniacal narcissistic exaltation which literally explodes both the traumatisers and the traumatised. But it's also a suspension of jouissance, lived out as the drive-based avidity experienced by the consumers that we are.

We can equally consider this suspension in a more abstract, mathematical way, given that cosmologists claim time doesn't exist in interstellar space, in the multiverse and other dark matter. With the plots organized in this way, nothing was easier than to put them into execution by the means suited to that end. The oracles of Nobles always enjoy great credibility with the people. The only other thing done was to add an air of mystery to them in order to make them travel faster. In order to preserve a certain gravity, in becoming leaders of factions the philosophers gave themselves multitudes of little students whom they initiated into the secrets of the sect and whom they established as so many emissaries and perpetrators of secret iniquities.

And using them to spread the blackness they invented and themselves pretended to want to hide, they thereby expanded their cruel influence into all ranks without exception even for the highest. You have said that virtue unites men only with very' fragile bonds, whereas the chains of crime arc impossible to break.

The experience of this can be felt in the story of J. Everything that was attached to him by the esteem and benevolence that his rectitude and the sweetness of his company must inspire naturally, dissipated forever at the first test or remained only in order to betray him. But the accomplices of our Gentlemen will never dare either to unmask them, whatever happens, for fear of being unmasked themselves, or to detach themselves from them, for fear of their revenge, being too well informed of what they know how to do to see it happen.

Remaining thus united by fear to a greater degree than good men are united by love, they form an indissoluble body from which each member can no longer be separated. Il leur raconta ses songes. Je vais rappeler aujourd'hui le souvenir de ma faute. J'ai eu un songe. Ce n'est pas moi! Dans mon songe, voici, je me tenais sur le bord du fleuve. Trouverions-nous un homme comme celui-ci, ayant en lui l'esprit de Dieu?

Allez vers Joseph, et faites ce qu'il vous dira. And behold, seven ears of grain, plump and good, were growing on one stalk. And Pharaoh awoke, and behold, it was a dream. Pharaoh told them his dreams, but there was none who could interpret them to Pharaoh. When we told him, he interpreted our dreams to us, giving an interpretation to each man according to his dream.

I was restored to my office, and the baker was hanged. I have heard it said of you that when you hear a dream you can interpret it. And I told it to the magicians, but there was no one who could explain it to me. The famine will consume the land, 31 and the plenty will be unknown in the land by reason of the famine that will follow, for it will be very severe.

Only as regards the throne will I be greater than you. And they called out before him, "Bow the knee! And he gave him in marriage Asenath, the daughter of Potiphera priest of On. So Joseph went out over the land of Egypt. And Joseph went out from the presence of Pharaoh and went through all the land of Egypt. He put in every city the food from the fields around it. Asenath, the daughter of Potiphera priest of On, bore them to him. There was famine in all lands, but in all the land of Egypt there was bread. Pharaoh said to all the Egyptians, "Go to Joseph.

ENGLISH The first man, who, after enclosing a piece of ground, took it into his head to say, "This is mine," and found people simple enough to believe him, was the true founder of civil society. How many crimes, how many wars, how many murders, how many misfortunes and horrors, would that man have saved the human species, who pulling up the stakes or filling up the ditches should have cried to his fellows: Be sure not to listen to this imposter; you are lost, if you forget that the fruits of the earth belong equally to us all, and the earth itself to nobody! But it is highly probable that things were now come to such a pass, that they could not continue much longer in the same way; for as this idea of property depends on several prior ideas which could only spring up gradually one after another, it was not formed all at once in the human mind: Let us therefore take up things a little higher, and collect into one point of view, and in their most natural order, this slow succession of events and mental improvements.

Sera-ce sur le caprice de chaque particulier? Il y a sans doute des lois naturelles, mais cette belle raison corrompue a tout corrompu. Nihil amplius nostrum est, quod nostrum dicimus artis est. Ex senatus-consultis et plebiscitis crimina exercentur Il. Ut olim vitiis sic nunc legibus laboramus.

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Rien suivant la seule raison n'est juste de soi, tout branle avec le temps. Rien n'est si fautif que ces lois qui redressent les fautes. Elle est loi et rien davantage. Shall it be on the caprice of each individual? Shall it be on justice? Man is ignorant of it. The glory of true equity would have brought all nations under subjection, and legislators would not have taken as their model the fancies and caprice of Persians and Germans instead of this unchanging justice.

We would have seen it set up in all the States on earth and in all times; whereas we see neither justice nor injustice which does not change its nature with change in climate. Three degrees of latitude reverse all jurisprudence; a meridian decides the truth. Fundamental laws change after a few years of possession; right has its epochs; the entry of Saturn into the Lion marks to us the origin of such and such a crime. A strange justice that is bounded by a river! Truth on this side of the Pyrenees, error on the other side. Men admit that justice does not consist in these customs, but that it resides in natural laws, common to every country.

They would certainly maintain it obstinately, if reckless chance which has distributed human laws had encountered even one which was universal; but the farce is that the caprice of men has so many vagaries that there is no such law. Theft, incest, infanticide, parricide, have all had a place among virtuous actions.

Can anything be more ridiculous than that a man should have the right to kill me because he lives on the other side of the water, and because his ruler has a quarrel with mine, though I have none with him? Doubtless there are natural laws; but good reason once corrupted has corrupted all. Nihil amplius nostrum est; quod nostrum dicimus, artis est.

Nothing, according to reason alone, is just itself; all changes with time. Custom creates the whole of equity, for the simple reason that it is accepted. It is the mystical foundation of its authority; whoever carries it back to first principles destroys it. Nothing is so faulty as those laws which correct faults. He who obeys them because they are just obeys a justice which is imaginary and not the essence of law; it is quite self-contained, it is law and nothing more. He who will examine its motive will find it so feeble and so trifling that, if he be not accustomed to contemplate the wonders of human imagination, he will marvel that one century has gained for it so much pomp and reverence.

The art of opposition and of revolution is to unsettle established customs, sounding them even to their source, to point out their want of authority and justice. We must, it is said, get back to the natural and fundamental laws of the State, which an unjust custom has abolished. It is a ame certain to re sult in the loss of all; nothing will be just on the balance. Yet people readily lend their ear to such arguments. They shake off the yoke as soon as they recognise it; and the great profit by their ruin and by that of these curious investigators of accepted customs.

But from a contrary mistake men sometimes think they can justly do everything which is not without an example. That is why the wisest of legislators said that it was necessary to deceive men for their own good; and another, a good politician, Cum veritatem qua liberetur ignoret, expedquod fallatur. We must not see the fact of usurpation; law was once introduced without reason, and has become reasonable. We must make it regarded as authoritative, eternal, and conceal its origin, if we do not wish that it should soon come to an end. On ne peut vous souffrir.

Parlez de loin, si vous voulez. Allow me to say two words. Only listen to him: I give it up in despair. He has drunk so much, that there is no staying near him ; and the scent of the wine which he exhales comes up even to us.

Sir father-in-law, I implore you. I pray you, Madam. I tell you, there is no bearing you. For pity's sake, let me. Speak if you will, but at a distance. Very well, then, I will speak at a distance. I swear to you that I have not stirred out of the house, and that it was she who went out. Did I not tell you so? You see how likely that is. Ne suis- je pas moy mesmesen coulpe? Sage et divin refrein, qui fouete la plusuniverselle et commune erreur des hommes.

Nonseulement les reproches que nous faisons les uns auxautres, mais nos raisons au ssi et nos arguments esmatieres controverses sont ordinerement contournablesvers nous, et nous enferrons de nos armes. Stercus cuique suum bene olet. Noz yeux ne voient rien en derriere. Let us always have this saying of Plato in our mouths: Am I not myself in fault? Not only the reproaches that we throw in the face of one another, but our reasons also, our arguments and controversies, are reboundable upon us, and we wound ourselves with our own weapons: II was ingeniously and home-said by him, who was the inventor of this sentence: J'ai eu encore un songe!

Que signifie ce songe que tu as eu? Viens, je veux t'envoyer vers eux. Il le questionna, en disant: Ils sont partis d'ici; car je les ai entendus dire: Voici le faiseur de songes qui arrive. L'enfant n'y est plus! C'est la tunique de mon fils! Et il pleurait son fils. Joseph, being seventeen years old, was pasturing the flock with his brothers. He was a boy with the sons of Bilhah and Zilpah, his father's wives.

And Joseph brought a bad report of them to their father. And he made him a robe of many colors. And behold, your sheaves gathered around it and bowed down to my sheaf. Or are you indeed to rule over us? Behold, the sun, the moon, and eleven stars were bowing down to me. Shall I and your mother and your brothers indeed come to bow ourselves to the ground before you?

Come, I will send you to them. And the man asked him, "What are you seeking? Then we will say that a fierce animal has devoured him, and we will see what will become of his dreams. The pit was empty; there was no water in it. And looking up they saw a caravan of Ishmaelites coming from Gilead, with their camels bearing gum, balm, and myrrh, on their way to carry it down to Egypt. And they drew Joseph up and lifted him out of the pit, and sold him to the Ishmaelites for twenty shekels of silver. They took Joseph to Egypt. A fierce animal has devoured him.

Joseph is without doubt torn to pieces. Preferred devouring cheese to catching mice. Tire un marron, puis deux, et puis trois en A servant came, the rogues soon fled, escroque. And Rodilard not quite content, 'tis said. Et cependant 5 Bertrand les croque. Chez ces auteurs, le singe se sert de force de la patte du chat pour retirer les marrons du feu. Chez La Fontaine, le singe use de persuasion: Couton, classiques Garnier, fables, p. You let yourselves be deprived before your own eyes of the best part of your revenues; your fields are plundered, your homes robbed, your family heirlooms taken away.

You live in such a way that you cannot claim a single thing as your own; and it would seem that you consider yourselves lucky to be loaned your property, your families, and your very lives. All this havoc, this misfortune, this ruin, descends upon you not from alien foes, but from the one enemy whom you yourselves render as powerful as he is, for whom you go bravely to war, for whose greatness you do not refuse to offer your own bodies unto death. He who thus domineers over you has only two eyes, only two hands, only one body, no more than is possessed by the least man among the infinite numbers dwelling in your cities; he has indeed nothing more than the power that you confer upon him to destroy you.

Where has he acquired enough eyes to spy upon you, if you do not provide them yourselves? How can he have so many arms to beat you with, if he does not borrow them from you? The feet that trample down your cities, where does he get them if they are not your own? How does he have any power over you except through you? How would he dare assail you if he had no cooperation from you?

What could he do to you if you yourselves did not connive with the thief who plunders you, if you were not accomplices of the murderer who kills you, if you were not traitors to yourselves? From all these indignities, such as the very beasts of the field would not endure, you can deliver yourselves if you try, not by taking action, but merely by willing to be free. Resolve to serve no more, and you are at once freed. I do not ask that you place hands upon the tyrant to topple him over, but simply that you support him no longer; then you will behold him, like a great Colossus whose pedestal has been pulled away, fall of his own weight and break into pieces?

Tu aurais beau en jurer, je ne te croirais point. Je ne sais rien de plus sobre que le ventre. Toute grande maison est remplie de serviteurs insolents. Virron fait bien de te traiter comme il te traite. No archway or lesser Half of a mat somewhere? Are insults for dinner worth it? Are you as famished as that? In the first place, understand that being invited to dinner Will be treated as payment in full for all your past service.

What more could you want? And what a dinner! The patron meanwhile sips old wine, bottled when Consuls Wore their hair long, and gets stewed on a vintage trodden During the Social Wars, yet denies his dyspeptic friend a drop. Virro, the patron, himself, drinks from capacious goblets, tiled With amber, encrusted with beryl. Virro, like many another, transfers from his fingers to the cups Gemstones that might have decorated the front of the scabbard Of Aeneas, that youth who Dido loved more than jealous Iarbas.

The flower of Asia serve the patron, bought for a higher price Than all the wealth of those warrior kings Tullus and Ancus Or, to be brief, all the trinkets of the richest rulers of Rome. When will he get to you? When will the server of hot and cold water answer your plea? The greatest houses are always full of arrogant slaves. Behold another, grumbling as he offers you scarcely Breakable bread, lumps of solid crust already mouldy, That exercise your molars, while thwarting your bite. While that reserved for the patron is soft snowy-white Kneaded from finest flour. Remember to stay your hand; The baking-tray must be granted respect; if you show Presumption notwithstanding, a slave orders you to stop: The patron dips his seafood in Venafran olive oil, but the Sallow cabbage they offer to poor you stinks of the lamp.

That mullet the patron eats comes from Corsica or from The cliffs below Taormina, since our waters are already Quite fished-out, totally exhausted by raging gluttony; The market-makers so continually raking the shallows With their nets, that the fry are never allowed to mature. No one expects those gifts any more Seneca used to send To his humble friends, that good Piso or Cotta Maximus Would dispense, for the honour of giving was once prized More highly than the symbols and titles of public office: All we ask is that you treat us courteously.

Do that and be As lavish with yourself as others, stingy with your friends.

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Why should Virro accept a cup tainted by your lips, to drink Your health? A barren wife will render you a nearer and sweeter friend. Lowly friends are served dubious fungi, while the master Eats mushrooms, though of the type Claudius ate before The kind his wife served, after which he ate nothing more. No, He does it to grieve you; for what comedy, what mime Is better than a groaning stomach? Oh, he understands it all, He who treats you like this. Laisse-moi aller vers toi. Que me donneras-tu pour venir vers moi?

Je t'enverrai un chevreau de mon troupeau. Quel gage te donnerai-je? Il les lui donna. Puis il alla vers elle; et elle devint enceinte de lui. Mais il ne la trouva point. Qu'elle garde ce qu'elle a! Et il ne la connut plus. Celui-ci sort le premier. Alors la sage-femme dit: He took her and went in to her, 3 and she conceived and bore a son, and he called his name Er. Judah was in Chezib when she bore him. So whenever he went in to his brother's wife he would waste the semen on the ground, so as not to give offspring to his brother. So Tamar went and remained in her father's house. When Judah was comforted, he went up to Timnah to his sheepshearers, he and his friend Hirah the Adullamite.

For she saw that Shelah was grown up, and she had not been given to him in marriage. She said, "What will you give me, that you may come in to me? Also, the men of the place said, 'No cult prostitute has been here. You see, I sent this young goat, and you did not find her. Moreover, she is pregnant by immorality. And she said, "What a breach you have made for yourself! Pourquoi avez-vous mauvais visage aujourd'hui? Nous avons eu un songe, et il n'y a personne pour l'expliquer.

Racontez-moi donc votre songe. Dans mon songe, voici, il y avait un cep devant moi. Je pris les raisins, je les pressai dans la coupe de Pharaon, et je mis la coupe dans la main de Pharaon. Les trois sarments sont trois jours. Les trois corbeilles sont trois jours. They continued for some time in custody. Please tell them to me.

As soon as it budded, its blossoms shot forth, and the clusters ripened into grapes. And the birds will eat the flesh from you. A quoi bon cette perte? Que voulez-vous me donner, et je vous le livrerai? Celui qui a mis avec moi la main dans le plat, c'est celui qui me livrera. Prenez, mangez, ceci est mon corps. Quand tu serais pour tous une occasion de chute, tu ne le seras jamais pour moi. Quand il me faudrait mourir avec toi, je ne te renierai pas. Toutefois, non pas ce que je veux, mais ce que tu veux.

Vous n'avez donc pu veiller une heure avec moi! Vous dormez maintenant, et vous vous reposez! Celui que je baiserai, c'est lui; saisissez-le. Et il le baisa. Mon ami, ce que tu es venu faire, fais-le. Enfin, il en vint deux, qui dirent: Et le souverain sacrificateur, prenant la parole, lui dit: Je t'adjure, par le Dieu vivant, de nous dire si tu es le Christ, le Fils de Dieu. Que vous en semble? Une servante s'approcha de lui, et dit: Je ne sais ce que tu veux dire. Je ne connais pas cet homme.

Avant que le coq chante, tu me renieras trois fois. For she has done a beautiful thing to me.

I will keep the Passover at your house with my disciples. It would have been better for that man if he had not been born. For it is written, 'I will strike the shepherd, and the sheep of the flock will be scattered. And he said to Peter, "So, could you not watch with me one hour?

The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. See, the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. For all who take the sword will perish by the sword. Day after day I sat in the temple teaching, and you did not seize me. At last two came forward 61 and said, "This man said, 'I am able to destroy the temple of God, and to rebuild it in three days.

What is it that these men testify against you? And the high priest said to him, "I adjure you by the living God, tell us if you are the Christ, the Son of God. But I tell you, from now on you will see the Son of Man seated at the right hand of Power and coming on the clouds of heaven. What further witnesses do we need? You have now heard his blasphemy. And some slapped him, 68 saying, "Prophesy to us, you Christ!

Who is it that struck you? And a servant girl came up to him and said, "You also were with Jesus the Galilean. Ainsi, il y eut un soir, et il y eut un matin: Et cela fut ainsi. Que les eaux qui sont au-dessous du ciel se rassemblent en un seul lieu, et que le sec paraisse. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.

And God separated the light from the darkness. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day. And it was so. And there was evening and there was morning, the second day. And God saw that it was good. And let them be for signs and for seasons, and for days and years, 15 and let them be lights in the expanse of the heavens to give light upon the earth. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth. And God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over every living thing that moves on the earth.

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You shall have them for food. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day. Sem, Cham et Japhet. And they took as their wives any they chose. These were the mighty men who were of old, the men of renown. Noah was a righteous man, blameless in his generation. Noah walked with God. Behold, I will destroy them with the earth. Make rooms in the ark, and cover it inside and out with pitch. Make it with lower, second, and third decks.

Everything that is on the earth shall die. They shall be male and female. It shall serve as food for you and for them.

La plus connue est celle d'Euripide, Alceste, qui nous est parvenue en entier. When Apollo was sentenced to a year of servitude to a mortal as punishment for killing Delphyne, or as later tradition has it, the Cyclops, the god chose Admetus' home and became his herdsman. Apollo in recompense for Admetus' treatment—the Hellenistic poet Callimachus of Alexandria makes him Apollo's eromenos—made all the cows bear twins while he served as his cowherd.

Apollo also helped Admetus win the hand of Alcestis, the daughter of Pelias, king of Iolcus. Alcestis had so many suitors that Pelias set an apparently impossible task to the suitors—to win the hand of Alcestis, they must yoke a boar and a lion to a chariot.

Apollo harnessed the yoke with the animals and Admetus drove the chariot to Pelias, and thus married Alcestis. Admetus, however, neglected to sacrifice to Artemis, Apollo's sister. The offended goddess filled the bridal chamber with snakes and again, Apollo came to Admetus' aid.

Apollo advised Admetus to sacrifice to Artemis, and the goddess removed the snakes. According to Aeschylus Apollo made the Fates drunk, and the Fates agreed to reprieve Admetus if he could find someone to die in his place. Admetus initially believed that one of his aged parents would happily take their son's place of death. When they were unwilling, Alcestis instead died for Admetus. The scene of death is described in Euripides' play Alcestis, where Thanatos, the god of death, takes Alcestis to the Underworld.

As Alcestis descends, Admetus discovers that he actually does not want to live: No pain will ever touch her now, and she has ended life's many troubles with glory. But I, who have escaped my fate and ought not to be alive, shall now live out my life in sorrow.

Heracles was greatly impressed by Admetus's kind treatment of him as a guest, and when told of Admetus' situation, he entered Alcestis' tomb. He repaid the honor Admetus had done to him by wrestling with Thanatos until the god agreed to release Alcestis, then led her back into the mortal world. The most famous of Admetus's children was Eumelus, who led a contingent from Pherae to fight in the Trojan War. He also had a daughter Perimele.

I'm sorry, sir, that I've come to distress you; But certain dangers may soon oppress you. A friend, whose love for me is deep and true And who knows how much I care about you, Has had enough courage to violate The secrecy of affairs of state And has just now sent me word that you might Be well-advised to take sudden flight. The villain who has been imposing on you Has gone to the Prince to accuse you too, And put into his hands, like a blade of hate, The vital papers of a traitor of State, Which he says that you've kept in secrecy Despite the duties of aristocracy.

I don't know the details of the alleged crime, But a warrant against you has been signed, And he himself is assigned to assist Those who will soon come to make the arrest. En quoi faites-vous consister la vertu, toi et ton ami? Then begin again, and answer me, What, according to you and your friend Gorgias, is the definition of virtue? O Socrates, I used to be told, before I knew you, that you were always doubting yourself and making others doubt; and now you are casting your spells over me, and I am simply getting bewitched and enchanted, and am at my wits' end.

And if I may venture to make a jest upon you, you seem to me both in your appearance and in your power over others to be very like the flat torpedo fish, who torpifies those who come near him and touch him, as you have now torpified me, I think. For my soul and my tongue are really torpid, and I do not know how to answer you; and though I have been delivered of an infinite variety of speeches about virtue before now, and to many persons-and very good ones they were, as I thought-at this moment I cannot even say what virtue is. And I think that. May Heaven forever in its great bounty Grant you good health both in soul and body, And bless your days as much as he desires Who is the humblest of those your love inspires!

I'm much obliged for your pious wishes, but please, Let us be seated and put ourselves at ease. Have you quite recovered from your illness? Elmire [sitting as well].

Yes, my headache quickly lost its sharpness. My prayers haven't enough value to buy Such grace from the Heavenly One on High, But most of my recent prayers have in essence Been mainly focused on your convalescence. Your concern for me is somewhat disquieting. I dearly cherish your precious well-being, And to restore it I would have given my own. Such Christian charity is overblown, But I am much obliged for all your care. I try to do as much for you as I dare. Ces visites, ces bals, ces conversations, Sont, du malin esprit, toutes inventions. Such idle tales form a silly song.

In your home, my dear, I've been silenced too long Because, like a crap-shooter with the die, Madame won't give up her turn; but now my Chance has come. I applaud my son's great wisdom In opening his home to this holy person Who's been heaven-sent to meet your needs In turning from evil to God's holy deeds. For your soul's salvation, please pay attention: These visits, these balls, these conversations Are flawless signs of Satanic possession.

In them you never hear the holy Credo-- Just songs, chatter, gossip, malice, and innuendo. Often the neighbors get stabbed to the heart By vicious lies from the third or fourth part. So good people suffer real anxiety From the sad confusion spread at your party. A slew of slanders are spread along the way And, as a doctor told me the other day, This is truly the Tower of Babylon Because everyone babbles on and on; And, to tell a story that now comes to mind.

Now look at him and how he laughs! They are just your kind! I'll say no more. But I don't intend to darken your door For a long, long time. You've fallen from grace. Don't stand staring into space! I'll slap your silly face. Go on, you slut, go on. The first day your wife had a bad fever And a headache that just wouldn't leave her.

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