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October 15, 2015

Let Them Eat . . .



It is rather well known that the origins of many English phrases are completely unknown. Nevertheless, many people would claim, and with some conviction, that the quote “let them eat cake” is attributed to none other than the high priestess of opulence, Marie-Antoinette (1755-93), the Queen consort of Louis XVI. She is supposed to have said this when she was told that the French populace had no bread to eat.


The original French is ‘Qu’ils mangent de la brioche’, i.e. ‘Let them eat brioche’.  The usual interpretation of the phrase is that Marie-Antoinette understood little about the plight of the poor and cared even less.
There are two problems with that interpretation:
1. There’s no evidence of any kind that Marie-Antoinette ever uttered those word or anything like them and
2. The phrase, in as much as it can be shown to be associated with the French nobility, can be interpreted in other ways, for example, it could have either ironic or even a genuine attempt to offer cake to the poor as an alternative to the bread that they couldn’t afford.

As to the origin of the expression, two notable contemporaries of Marie-Antoinette – Louis XVIII and Jean-Jacques Rousseau, attribute the phrase to source other than her. In Louis XVIII’s memoir Relation d’un voyage a Bruxelles et d Coblentz, 1791, he states that the phrase ‘Que ne mangent-ils de la croûte de pâté?’ was used by Marie-Thérèse (1638-83), the wife of Louis XIV. That account was published almost a century after Marie-Thérèse’s death though, so it must be treated with some caution.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s 12-volume autobiographical work Confessions, was written in 1770. In Book 6, which was written around 1767, he recalls:
At length I recollected the thoughtless saying of a great princess, who, on being informed that the country people had no bread, replied, “Then let them eat pastry!”
Marie-Antoinette arrived at Versailles from her native Austria in 1770, two or three years after Rousseau had written the above passage. Whoever the ‘great princess’ was – possibly Marie-Thérèse, it wasn’t Marie-Antoinette.

Her reputation as an indulgent socialite is difficult to shake, but it appears to be unwarranted and is a reminder that history is written by the victors. She was known to have said “It is quite certain that in seeing the people who treat us so well despite their own misfortune, we are more obliged than ever to work hard for their happiness”.





In honor of Elizabeth II a scrumptious Victoria Sponge.  Let us eat cake!



January 15, 2012

snow and ice skating swans





snow-the feel the smell
the texture of the air
the shift in the weather
the first real snowfall
accumulating white
flake by flake
light and airy
a film of white
cell by cell
cleaning the world



“Andromaque, je pense à vous!
Andromache, I think of you as I look down…” 
(Le Cygne À Victor Hugo)
~Charles Baudelaire

October 3, 2010

Der Blog der Niebelungen (Erster Akt, Das Rheingold)


Ahh, opening night.  It was a fine evening, the opening night of the Metropolitan Opera.  I was delighted and grateful for the experience.  Something to remember.

As for the performance, no review is objective.  Every review must at best be a deeply personal set of impressions, no matter how carefully measured.  




To be honest, I am not a fan of opera.  And full versions of the Ring cycle are among my least favorite listening delights no matter how  "posh" and "mod" the production is (sorry Inspector Morse).
Instead, I prefer the late, great Anna Russell and her incomparable explanation of the Ring.  Here in word, and sound.





Hojotoho

September 9, 2010

I “live” in New York/Nuok. Now what?

Ten points of advice from my new family:





Thank you for the wonderful referral Ms. Edna.
My host family is delightful.






1) Walk around your neighborhood until you get tired. Figure out where everything is. Stop in shops. Buy fruit from a sidewalk vendor. Smile at the locals. Do all this without listening to your iPod.






I have found my favorite places already.

2) Treat yourself to a good local dinner that’s not delivery. There’s no shame in eating alone at a restaurant and staring out a window.

Working on that one.

3) Take pictures. You’ll be surprised how fast neighborhoods change, plus you’ll want to remember these days.






Forget this?








4) Do some research and figure out a cool spot you’d like to visit, somewhere you haven’t been before. Make it your homework (more?) to get there, enjoy it, and get back home. This can be scary if you’re not super comfortable on the subway yet, but you can do it. Hopstop.com is a huge help.





Getting lost, never-
NY’s FINEST has already adopted me !










5) When you’re in for the night, relax with old favorites. Re-read a book you love. Watch a favorite movie. Make NYC feel as much like home as possible.

Have you seen my school curriculum?

6) Learn the North, East, West, South orientation on the street you’re standing and then from there recognize the most visible landmark you can remember. You can walk all over with more confidence and when you get out of the subway, you’ll find it easier. And in the subway learn which car to ride that let’s you off the nearest exit that leads closest to your destination - home, school, bar, etc.

So far, so good.

7) Remember: Avenues go north-south, streets go east-west.  Twenty streets = one mile. Five avenues = one mile.

BEST advice, ever.

8) Explore the boroughs; start with Brooklyn and Queens.





Yonkers and Bronx do?




9) Brace yourself for a lot of new experiences and challenges. They’re worth it for all the amazing opportunities you can’t have anywhere else.




Apropos Starbucks, Clive.






10) Keep an open mind. The rest is easy.


Very posh, my life. Nothing difficult I just have to remember to be home before “curfew”.
Otherwise Alexander will call NY’s finest. Hmm.







…signing-off - Anja, drowning in earthly delights.