Who is the enemy of our happiness?

The Emperor of the French, just in case anyone had forgotten. I suppose there’s a frying pan-fire unionist argument to be made against secession, and who better to put it than a Frenchman: Well, one of the participants was a Frenchman. Here’s another load of Bellocs of which I’m also rather fond:

Translation, a secular Pentecost

The other day some kind person passed me the memoirs of the influential moderate republican writer and politician Carlos Esplá Rizo, Mi Vida Hecha Cenizas [Diarios 1920-1965], who sees his life turned to ashes by Spain’s political failure after WWI and by his long exile following the Civil War. In 1950 someone fixes him up…