La tarántula é(s) un bicho mu malo

2007-12-02T01:19:00.000-08:00

The Benevolent Reader will pardon the chronological disorder in the imminent notices, but to explain the most recent happenings one has to present occurrences of the Past.

A few fortnights ago the Traveller got invited to a society luncheon - a singular occasion to mingle with the aborigines. The hosts - a Musician and an architect provided for an unconstrained and gay atmosphere. The main attraction - apart from the all so interesting chit-chat - turned out to be cutlet singing performed by an incredibly vocally endowed tenor imported from a country that in the good days of the past used to provide for the citrus fruit transports ornamenting Christmas gaiety of my own Remote Nation. The high Cs of La Fille du régiment aria perfectly matched the bloody juiciness of the steaks. Apparently - as the host did not miss the opportunity to explain - this miraculous use of the vocal cords was apparently due to a singularity of the corporal construction of the singer that allowed for the much better support of the marvellous voice.

This turned to be only the 1st of a series of musical entertainments.

The following morrow a vocal soirée was organised and held at the premises belonging to the Pianist's Begetters. The splendours of a perfect Donostiarra masonry work (nothing that Baron Hausmann would be ashamed of a mere 150 years before this charming bit of the Town was built) were filled by aunties of all kinds. The noble matres familias merrily mingled with the cream of the City Queens. How enchanting, how colourful. A scene worth Almodovar and Buñuel. The arias were song, La fille repeated. This time the Tenor instead of the cutlet got a match in person of another performer: a local Soprano. After La tarántula é un bicho mu malo one could only wish for the Dance of Seven Veils... with or without the Tenor.

... Ah Better with, cried the Aunties.

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The Principles

2007-12-02T00:10:00.001-08:00

For a time-being a pestering thought has been visiting the one writing. It has occurred, and with time become more and more obvious that a detailed description of one's adventures and happenings transpired during the travels to the remoted nations of the worlds may be found useful, illustrative & entertaining, and above all paedagogical for all these willing to learn and discover. They may as well have the the auto-educational value, and who knows one day may also bring the enlightenment to the describing and the the described... Let us begin then under the best auspices and imploring benignant intercession of the Arrow-Pricked Holy Martyr and Patron.

Travels to the Remote Nations of the World

La tarántula é(s) un bicho mu malo

The Principles