Two old men agree, pro bono publico, to write a book about the villages where they were born, but they fall out half-way: was the hilltop chapel of Our Lady of Nazareth apportioned to the village of grandad 1 following a territorial distribution, or did it remain part of village 2, minus the Virgin, misappropriated by the village of grandad 1? They agree to disagree, and write the book in two halves, but before publication grandad 2 dies. At the presentation, the widow says a few words, and then grandad 1 stands up and says: You see, I was right all along! Thunder rolls, the clouds part, and the Virgin serves some much-needed drinks.
- Fishy talk
I recently referred to Un deliri de mar, an abysmal novel–it’s about a dreamy descent into the chasms and crevices of
- Locus’ focus
“The whole municipal district of Fuentes de Ebro found itself invaded by a terrible plague of locusts which covered all the
- New Andalusian national virtual reality hymn
Sounder quarters have noted growing interest in other-language versions of the dawnzer lee light song. Something similar is afoot here, where
- Black liberals and white virgins
Here’s an interesting little anecdote to add to my list of fake/bleached virgin stories: Barcellona [sic] has always been celebrated for the
The Venerable Bede said that whoever talks in church talks not with his own voice but with that of the devil
There are probably lots of such anecdotes. I forgot to mention this favourite, from Edward Harrison Barker Wanderings by southern waters, eastern Aquitaine (1893), mentioned in Graham Robb The discovery of France (2007):
Robb notes that Notre Dame de Roquecézière actually faces Saint-Crépin, which definitive placement, according to Louis Fuzier Cultes et pèlerinages de la Sainte Vierge dans le Rouergue (1893), actually followed on her having been knocked off her perch by a lightning strike in 1889.