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De Britse schrijfster Charlotte Brontë werd geboren in Thornton op 21 april 1816. Zie ook mijn blog van 21 april 2007 en ook mijn blog van 21 april 2008.xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
Uit: Shirley
Yet even in those days of scarcity there were curates: the precious plant was rare, but it might be found. A certain favoured district in the West Riding of Yorkshire could boast three rods of Aaron blossoming within a circuit of twenty miles. You shall see them, reader. Step into this neat garden-house on the skirts of Whinbury, walk forward into the little parlour--there they are at dinner. Allow me to introduce them to you:--Mr. Donne, curate of Whinbury; Mr. Malone, curate of Briarfield; Mr. Sweeting, curate of Nunnely. These are Mr. Donne's lodgings, being the habitation of one John Gale, a small clothier. Mr. Donne has kindly invited his brethren to regale with him. You and I will join the party, see what is to be seen, and hear what is to be heard. At present, however, they are only eating; and while they eat we will talk aside.
These gentlemen are in the bloom of youth; they possess all the activity of that interesting age--an activity which their moping old vicars would fain turn into the channel of their pastoral duties, often expressing a wish to see it expended in a diligent superintendence of the schools, and in frequent visits to the sick of their respective parishes. But the youthful Levites feel this to be dull work; they prefer lavishing their energies on a course of proceeding, which, though to other eyes it appear more heavy with ennui, more cursed with monotony, than the toil of the weaver at his loom, seems to yield them an unfailing supply of enjoyment and occupation.
Charlotte Brontë (21 april 1816 31 maart 1855)
Portret door Evert A. Duyckinck
De Franse schrijver Patrick Rambaud werd geboren op 21 april 1946 in Parijs. Zie ook mijn blog van 21 april 2007 en ook mijn blog van 21 april 2008.
Uit: Chronique du règne de Nicolas Ier
Le petit marquis de Benamou possédait la science des courbes et parvenait à enjôler. Il fut cependant confiné dans une annexe du Château, face aux appartements privés en réfection, de l'autre côté de la rue. Aussitôt posé, il gonfla ses plumes et bomba son bréchet à la façon des dindonneaux. Il couvrit de médailles et de rubans l'acteur et le réalisateur d'un film tiré de son ouvrage sur le défunt monarque qu'il avait adulé en nécrophage, puis, dans la foulée, dix journalistes convenables aux yeux du Prince puisqu'ils passaient fort bien le cirage et la brosse. Notre petit marquis savait, pour l'éprouver lui-même, que les gens de peu savourent la gloriole sous forme de hochets, autant que les enfants leurs sucreries. Ces cérémonies n'empêchaient pas le petit marquis de progresser dans la goujaterie et le paraître. Il se rendit un jour à l'hôtel Raphaël où il faisait bon se montrer, s'installa de son propre chef à la meilleure table. M. Bertrand, célèbre maître des cocktails, mondialement connu et que saluaient les habitués de l'établissement, osa s'approcher et signifia avec déférence que cette place était réservée depuis le matin à un autre illustre. Quoi? Qu'y avait-il? De quel droit? Notre petit marquis étouffa de colère: ne l'avait-on pas reconnu? Savait-on quel il était? Son rôle influent, sa puissance? Comment osait-on lui demander de changer de fauteuil mou? Comment? Un malotru voulait l'asseoir à la table voisine, qu'il n'avait pas élue? Outrecuidance! Manque de tact! Il lança au visage de M. Bertrand une pleine écuelle de cacahuètes, sortit sur une colère qui résonna dans ces lieux feutrés, menaça de féroces représailles; rentré dans son annexe avec ses gardes du corps qui cachaient leur amusement, il tempêta, cria, se roula sur la moquette et, entre deux hoquets, voua l'insolent barman aux flammes de l'Enfer. »
Patrick Rambaud (Parijs, 21 april 1946)
Onafhankelijk van geboortedagen
De Engelse dichter en vertaler Jamie McKendrick werd geboren in 1955 in Liverpool. Zie ook mijn blog van 21 april 2007 en ook mijn blog van 21 april 2008.
Good Hedges
He wants the holly tree cut down to size,
the holly tree where the birds are sound, and safe
from his cat whose snickering impersonation
of birdsong - more like the din a mincer makes -
fools no-one, and charms nothing out of the trees.
He wants us to tidy up the pyracantha sprouting
its fire-thorns and berry-laden fractals, and clip
the brambles, the lilacs, everything wild.
Next he'll want the hedgehog's spikes filed down,
the moles claws bound up with green twine
already he's replaced his own hair with ginger nylon.
His light he says is being blocked. It's dark
where he is. He has a point so many deaths
in these few houses, it's like something
loosed from the bible. One lucky escape, though:
the bearded roofer, one along, who lost
his footing, high on the scaffolding, and fell,
with his deck of tiles, on his shoulder and skull.
Sometimes tears come to his eyes for no reason
he can think of, but now the sun's out he sits again
on the patio, plucking from his banjo
some Appalachian strand of evergreen bluegrass
then an Irish reel where his fingers scale
a glittering ladder like a waterfall
so even the songbirds hush in the holly tree.
On/Off
The switch stuck through the lampstand's neck
like an arrow shaft of walrus ivory
in a Welsh epic
has lost its feathers and its head.
Peacock feathers and a gold head.
Its Fiat Lux
with a length of flex,
its shift, its crick has made me
blink like a lemur at the lack
of the moon or a star
or a thing between. But it's good
how someone takes off their earrings
with the motion of shelling a pea.
A tiny snap. Like the hasp-click
of a calyx
at the press of a picker's thumb.
A sound like lifting an airtight lid
or a pin dropping in a pyramid.
Then the lobe's set free
and breathes with delight
to shed the slight weight
of the earrings.
Earrings that might be twin filaments,
a pair of ball-bearings
or a hammock-faced moon and a tarnished star.
Jamie McKendrick (Liverpool, 1955)
De Engelse schrijver John Mortimer werd geboren op 21 april 1923 in Londen. Hij studeerde aan de Universiteit van Oxford, Brasenose College. Tijdens de Tweede Wereldoorlog schreef hij scenario's voor draaiboeken voor propagandafilms. In 1948 begon hij te werken als advocaat en ongeveer tegelijkertijd begon hij zijn carrière als schrijver. Hij schreef talrijke romans, korte verhalen, theaterstukken en scenario's. Mortimers bekendste schepping is de figuur van de excentrieke advocaat Horace Rumpole, die in 1975 voor het eerst verscheen in Rumpole of the Bailey. Rumpoles avonturen werden ongeveer gelijktijdig uitgebracht als kort verhaal en als televisieserie, met de Australische acteur Leo McKern in de titelrol. Na McKerns dood in 2002, kwam er een vervolg met Timothy West. Zie ook mijn blog van 17 januari 2009.
Uit: Rumpole and the Brave New World
At my age I'm about as far from childhood as it's possible to be. I'm nearer toppling off the peg than joining in adolescent games, but there was one case which gave me an alarming and, I hope, interesting insight into the world of the youth of today.
It began when one of Hilda's innumerable relatives, her niece Cynthia, a student at Oxford, was taking part in a performance of The Messiah and sent an invitation to Hilda saying that she wished we would both come. Naturally I did my best to have an important legal fixture on the date specified, but work was as plentiful as Manhattan cocktails in the desert. When I told Hilda that my practice was more important than the concert she went down to my chambers and checked up with Henry, my clerk, in the most treacherous manner. I was therefore condemned to the oratorio. So I was to be found on that particular Thursday, not in number one court in the Old Bailey, or even before the Snaresbrook magistrate, but in the vast auditorium which is the Sheldonian theatre in Oxford. It was there, many years ago, that I had taken my degree, kneeling and being bumped on the head with a Bible.
I can remember my days at Keble College as peaceful and untroubled, and I can't say that I was taught anything that would help me to become known throughout the Temple as one of the deadliest cross-examiners in the trade. Instead, the tutors and lecturers wanted to discuss property laws, the more obscure provisions of banking acts and rights of way.
John Mortimer (21 april 1923 16 januari 2009)
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