Osbert Sitwell – Helsingborg and the Swedes

(16.Nov.2019) Today is Saturday, and it’s wet out there! And gloomy and almost dark, although it’s only mid afternoon.

Thus quite suitable to my mood today.

Early in the a.m. in the night between last Tuesday and Wednesday (Nov.13.) I had this vision.

I saw a man busying himself with (trying to) break into a safe deposit box in a bank.

He was standing outside the outer door of steel bars and endeavouring to open the safe deposit box with very long and large screwdrivers.

He was a rather youngish, small mand in a light brown or greyish trench coat.

Exposition: Obviously ‘the mob’ has again taken offense from one of my recent blog posts. Especially, perhaps, the rather fitting characteristic of ‘the mob’ as not really human but more like robots, and without any moral holds whatsoever.

And perhaps ‘particularly especial’ the additional and, I fear, perfectly apt and proper characteristic of the mob as being essentially MORAL ANTIMATTER among earthlings. (link 1)

Moral Antimatter that you have to evade at all costs lest you all are completely destroyed (link 2).

The safe deposit box in question, that someone is perhaps planning or even looking forward to breaking into, no doubt is a box in my old bank in Helsingborg, Sweden (link 3, danish).

Even if the banks obviously try their very best, no lock or box is or can be one hundred percent safe from breaking into; either by brute force or (more likely) by the sly and devious ways of hacking and faking of passports etc. (note 1 and 2, below).

As the saying goes – ‘what you cannot hold in your hands, you don’t own’.

The international mob most likely has almost unlimited technical and financial ressources and also conceiveably have their stooges in every imagineable large firm or organisation?

Thus I decided Wednesday morning to visit the bank in Helsingborg that same day to ‘check up on security’.

This may perhaps have been fortunate, as the customer base and access systems seemed just then in the process of being reviewed and/or upgraded.

Fortunately, with the assistance of the banks very helpful staff – and the local govt. tax dept.s (Skatteverket’s) equally helpful staff – things were soon on track again, I believe.

Incidentally – even if I’m only one eighth a Swede by heritage, in some respects I often feel almost half swedish. Curiously this is an impression seemingly shared by many Swedes I’ve met.

One case in point (among many) – when I approached the boarding gate to the ferries on the swedish side the swedish gentleman checking tickets greeted me profusely, almost like an old friend; that is – until he heard I wasn’t swedish as he had surmised by my looks, but danish, which made him attenuate his friendly ways markedly.

The Swedes living in the region bordering on the Greater Copenhagen metropolitan area can spot a danish ‘big-city-slicker’ in any crowd with absolutely unerring certainty. Most likely from the Danes’ – relatively to the pastoral Swedes’ – somewhat untidy or slipshod bearing? Hence it always tended to visibly chock them when realizing they just met an exception.

But the mutual respect between Swedes and Danes in the border region around the Oresund isn’t that great. Ofcourse one has to understand that the archetypical city-slickers of the Copenhagen side meet some of the most pastoral people in all of (at least southern) Sweden, being situated abt. 400 miles south west of the swedish capital.

But this background of mine is perhaps why I always had a feeling of being in a city and country of great strength and vigour when walking the streets of Helsingborg.

Perhaps the many Danes (and others) critical of modern Sweden are not really able to ‘tune in’ on this powerful dynamism in the swedish people and lands?

Then in the early a.m. in the night before yesterday (Friday 15th) I had a very sad, vivid dream of being present at the funeral of an old friend.

I really felt bad about it all, perhaps because in my age there is inevitably growing longer between friends.

But now back to base once more. Today is the penultimate day of the ongoing dutch book sale in the HeiligGeist Church community house in central Copenhagen. The price today is 10 Kr ($1,50), tomorrow it will be 5 Kr.

I found three books today, of which two are for gifts. The third is this

1. RAT WEEK – An Essay on the Abdication. By Osbert SITWELL. With an introduction by John Pearson. London, M.Joseph, 1986, 79 p. Hardcover, with dustcover.

The abdication in question is that of King Edward 8. when he had found the love of his life – a pretty american society lady.

Here is a sample quote from the introduction by one John Pearson, who has written a ‘composite biography’ of the Sitwells (p.14):

‘One of Osbert Sitwell’s more unexpected qualities was the amount of passion which he kept bottled up within that infinitely courteous, somewhat bland, ex-Guards officer’s exterior.

‘With all his self-restraint and breeding, he had become a sort of human pressure-cooker. Like many self-proclaimed pacifists, he was extraordinarily aggressive and always ready for a fight. (Somewhat typically, he ascribed this to the inherited influence of his Norman forebears). And like many over-sensitive souls, he could be quite savage when touched upon the raw.

‘Indeed, his feuds and literary vendettas had reached a high creative level in the past, and still form part of the socio-artistic history of the twenties.

‘Apart from his long war of attrition with the Georgian poets and the ‘accursed Philistine’, the roll-call of his incidental enemies is most impressive, ranging from Churchill, Beaverbrook and Edward Marsh to Aldous Huxley, D.H.Lawrence and his two prize enemies, Noel Coward and Wyndham Lewis.

‘No ridicule and no vituperation had been too bad to hurl at them and now, with this Royal crisis, Osbert reacted much as he had at the height of some literary feud.

‘It was all extraordinarily emotional. The prospect of his King’s infatuation with this cool adventuress from Baltimore seems to have genuinely enraged him. At the same time he was suffering appallingly from gout: ‘devils with prongs’, as he described this sad affliction to a friend.

‘His literary muse was fickle, his private life was worrying. Then at the beginning of December came the news of the Abdication, and everything erupted as it often did with Osbert Sitwell.

‘As a young man he had learned to assuage his temper by hurling dinner-plates at his doorstep. Now in a burst of anger he retired to bed and wrote a poem which was the equivalent of breaking dinner-plates in verse. He called the poem, ‘Rat Week’.’

Here’s a sample quote from Osbert’s text, talking about the Queen:

‘The truth, and nothing but the truth, is that in any station of life the Duchess of York, now Queen Elizabeth, would have been a remarkable and fascinating woman.

‘Her tact and her charm – she possessed more of this quality than anyone I have ever met – induced the feeling that she could not put a foot wrong, that she would always instinctively and with grace find the right thing to do at the right moment.

‘In addition, she is kind, wise, witty, good – above all, good – full of humour, comprehension, and heart; and a compassionate understanding of men and women, which, always valuable and rare, is never more needed than at a court.

‘Further, as if these gifts she brought were not enough, her appearance and her voice, musical and appealing, are totally captivating, and she is highly appreciative of the arts and literature.

‘On many occasions I was amazed at the number of modern books which, I observed from talking to her, she had found time to read in her so crowded existence as Queen: consequently, when at a press conference in Hollywood in January 1951, I was asked whether it was true, as had sometimes been stated, that I advised Queen Elizabeth on what to read, I was able truthfully to reply that, if anything, it was the other way round, and that the Queen, a singularly well-read lady, advised me….

‘But I am writing of earlier days, of how she looked, and of her charm and personality. No photograph ever did justice to her grace and beauty, which depended on colouring, on expression and inner light.

‘And they could not render, of course, the peculiarly emotional quality of her voice – which made her few broadcasts speeches so memorable – or the natural beauty of her walk and carriage.

‘Just as in a crowd waiting to greet her, every single man in it was convinced that he was the one person she had looked at, whose cheering she had acknowledged, so Her Majesty’s entrance into a room, in palace, private house or city hall, at once imparted a notable liveliness to her gathering and heightened its temperature: to every occasion she added sympathy or laughter, and made it interesting or amusing’.


But it’s getting late and quite dark, and I would like to be on my way homebound.

Thanks for joining, and be safe!

Note 1.
Remember that all your personal ID-data is now stored digitally and thus a cake walk to procure and fake for the globally operating mob (with their practically unlimited ressources!).

Note 2. (update 23.Nov.)
In this case it has turned out there may conceiveably also have been the aspect of an ‘inside rogue job’?

Because on Nov.20. I found a (postal) letter from the bank hiding in my letter box. The letter informed me, that if I didn’t provide certain informations to the bank no later than (next day) the 21st of Nov. my account would be cancelled.

Most likely I’ve missed this letter that was lurking among advertising mail (even if I cannot know for sure, as the letter is undated!).

But perhaps it was this potentially dire predicament that roused the warning dream-vision in the morning of Nov.13.? You might for instance imagine (a rogue) someone in or outside the bank gleefully looking forward to emptying my safe deposit box – whence his thoughts getting through to me by telephaty?

Because – if I had been unresponsive to letter(s) and also not showing up in person, then the bank may conceiveably – and in conformity with normal proceedures? – have felt justified to break open and empty my safe deposit box and auction off its contents?

Just for the record: As explained above the bank’s staff was very, very helpful in resolving the situation when I applied in person on Nov.13.

Lesson: Don’t be careless with your letter-boxes!

Link 1.

Your Galactic Police

Link 2.
Louis Sancho and the CERN/LHC

Link 3.
Helsingborg’ske shenanigans? (updated)


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Your Galactic Police

(9.Nov.2019) Today is Saturday and it’s definitely a bit grey and hapless out there.

But at the friendly folks from the Nordisk Antikvariat booksellers, now keeping station in the HeiligGeist Church House, there is almost always sunshine inside – not least because they are set to soon begin the final week of their ongoing dutch antikvarian book sale.

The price today is 20 Kr ($3) per item. After a cursory glance through the well stocked tables I decided to not buy anything today. But three days ago, when the price was 25 Kr ($3.75) I found a handful, among which:

1. TABLEAU HISTORIQUE ET CRITIQUE DE LA POESIE FRANCAISE ET DU THEATRE FRANCAIS AU XVIe SIECLE. Par SAINTE-BEUVE. Edition revue et tres augmentee. Paris, Charpentier, (no year but perhaps about 1890), 499 p., hardcover.

This neat little book is bound unpretentiously, even spartan, in plain, grey cloth.

The text is a tad too tightly printed in the nearly 500 pages; but it’s nice enough done and seems tolerably readable.

From perusing the web it seems to transpire that there are also one or more 2-volume editions extant, which plan ofcourse should make for a more easy to read typeface.

I already own more than a few works of le redoutable M. Sainte-Beuve (1804-69); but I did not until now own this particular title and don’t think I’ve ever seen it.

Perhaps I won’t be perusing it a lot, at least in the near future, on account of the subject matter; or rather the time period, the 1500s.

The – or one of the? – previous owner(s) has had a few blank pages inserted by the bookbinder; a few with lengthy notes, that I’ve some difficulty reading, however.

For some, perhaps not obvious, reason the hand reminds me of Mr. Paul Rubow, the much admired erstwhile professor of literature at Copenhagen University; but his name is not inscribed in the front of the book as was otherwise normally his wont (I believe).

Here’s a couple of sample quotes from the chapter ‘De L’Esprit De Malice Au Bon Vieux Temps’ (p. 452 & 454, as ususal I have to omit the ‘diacritics’ as I’m writing Braille on my laptop):

(Off hand it’s a bit difficult for me to get a clear grip of this (as every so often somewhat rambling?) text of M. Sainte-Beuve. Perhaps mostly on account of the curious fact, that the word ‘malice’ in french apparently has two almost directly opposite meanings: a) playful or teasing wanton and b) evil?).

(p.542) ‘On a remarque des longtemps cette gaiete particuliere aux pays catholiques; ce sont des enfants qui sur le giron de leur mere lui font toutes sortes de niches et prennent leurs aises. Le catholicisme chez lui permet bien des choses, quand on ne l’attaque pas de front.

‘N’avez-vous jamais remarque dans la foule, un jour de fete, ces bons grands chevaux de gardes municipaux entre les jambes desquels se pressent les passants, filles et garcons, et qui ne mettent le sabot sur personne? Tels sont les bons chevaux de garde du pape en pays catholiques.

‘Chez nous, la gallicanisme compliqua un peu: il permit d’etre plus logique, il empecha aussi de l’etre trop. La gaiete se trempa davantage d’un certain bon sens pratique, sans toutefois passer outre.

‘Il y eut toujours la paroisse et le cure. Entre deux Paques pourtant, l’espace etait long, la marge etait large, et le malin, sans avoir l’air d’y songer; s’accordait bien des choses.’

(p.454) ‘Malgre tout, meme depuis Erasme, meme durant Montaigne, meme a travers Bayle, quelque chose de cet esprit d’autrefois, mi-parti de malice et de soumission sincere, s’est conserve chez quelques individus de marque, la malice dominant, il est vrai, mais la soumission aussi retrouvant son jour.

‘Parmi nos poetes, jusque parmi les plus emancipes, la race se suit tres-distincte. Je laisse bien vite Rabelais de cote; c’est un trop gros morceau pour que je m’en incommode. Mais Passerat, mais Regnier, qui pourtant on passe par lui, retrouvent des conversions sinceres (j’insiste sur le mot), de vraies larmes.

‘Le bon Gringoire, auteur de railleuses sotties et le type de ce vieuz genre, finit pieusement et merite d’etre enterre a Notre-Dame. La Fontaine, Piron lui-meme, sont de grands exemples. Chez tous ces hommes, qu’y avait-il eu a leurs plus vifs moments et a leurs heures les plus buissonnieres?

‘Ecoutons Grosley encore nous parlant d’un de ses amis, le joyeux abbe Courtois: ‘Il m’admettoit, dit-il, a partager ses plaisirs, dont la gaiete, qui lui etoit commune avec toutes les belles ames, faisoit le fond et mormoit l’assaisonnement’.

‘Voila bien le vrai fonds antique de nos peres, fonds de gaiete sans malignite et sans fiel, ou bien gaiete aiguisee de malice, mais sans rien d’ambitieux, d’orgueilleux et de subversif. Ces derniers points nous reviennent en propre et a tous les vrais modernes.’

2. VICTOR HUGO – APRÈS 1852. L’Exil, Les Dernieres Annees et la Mort du Poéte. Par Edmond BIRÉ. 2.ed. Paris, 1894, 394 p. hardcover.

I’ve found nothing about the author Biré; and I hardly need to present Mr. Hugo (1802-85), the esoteric, cabalist author?

Here’s a sample quote from page 191:

‘Victor Hugo ne pouvait plus ecrire un livre sans insulter la Restauration. Son nouveau roman a pour objet de peindre les amours d’un matelot guernesiais, sa lutte contre les forces et les coleres de l’Ocean.

‘Il semble bien que Louis XVIII et Charles X n’ont rien a y voir. Victor Hugo ne l’entend pas ainsi. Il se dechaine contre les princes qui l’ont pensionne, contre le gouvernement qu’il a chante. Il ecrit ces lignes etranges:

‘Ces temps etaient une epoque de fuites…Pendant les sept ou huit premieres annees apres la rentree des Bourbons, la panique fut partout, dans la finance, dans l’industrie, dans le commerce…Il y avait un sauve-qui-peut dans la politique…On fayait… la tour de Taurias d’Avignon, silhouette lugubrement debout dans l’histoire, qu’a marquee la Reaction, et ou l’on distingue encore aujourd’hui cette main sanglante’.

‘A la tour de Trouilhas (et non Taurias) se rattachent en effect de sanglants souvenirs, ceux du massacre organise a Avignon, les 16 et 17 octobre 1791, par les chefs du parti revolutionnaire, Jourdan Coupe-tetes, Mainvielle et Duprat, dignes precurseurs des egorgeurs de Septembre.

‘M. Louis Blanc, que Victor Hugo appelle quelque part l’austere historien, reconte en ces termes ce terrible episode, au tome VI de son Histoire de la Revolution…’

3. HISTOIRE DE LA VIE ET DES OUVRAGES DE P. CORNEILLE. Par M. J. TASCHEREAU. Paris, Jannet, Bibliotheque Elzevirienne, 1855. 2.ed. 440 p. Bound in orig. cloth.

This neat, small volume is slightly shabby outside, but inside almost like new. It’s beautifully printed on what appears to me to be hand made paper. It’s a pleasure just to browse the book!

I can’t say I’m particularly interested in the theatre in general and the life and works of M. Corneille in particular. What made me buy the book newertheless, is perhaps mostly the curious and interesting fact, that the author, M. Taschereau, has graciously provided 170 pages of notes to the preceding 266 pages of principal text.

And to top that there are almost always several additional (shorter) notes at the bottom of each page – and I’m a sucker for notes! (- or eclaircissements as sometimes said by the French).

A cursory glance seems to reveal, that there’s a plentitude of historical facts and interesting remarks hiding in these 170 pages.

Jules Antoine Taschereau was a french politician and writer (1801-74). He started out as a journalist, then became a politician and was rewarded for (apparently) being a turncoat with ultimately becoming director of the National Library.

He wrote the life of Boufflers, Moliere and Corneille. His main work was ‘Revue Retrospectives’ (20. vols. of unpublished documents and memoirs 1833-37) and a new collection in 1848, solely concerned with the history of secret societies.

Pierre Corneille (1606-84) lived more or less concurrently with Louis XIII (1601-43). And, by the way, with ‘our own’ Josias Rantzau (1609-50), at this time one of less than a handful Maréchals de France not born French.

Incidentally Josias Rantzau is perhaps the most likely biological father of the Sun King – Louis XIV? By the machinations of Cardinal Richelieu, if we’re to believe rumours in their days. Here’s what I wrote in an earlier post (link 1):

‘As an aside here is a curious item of gossip about the Sun-King. The rumor was that a Danish officer, Josias Rantzau, born 1609 and who made it to Maréchal de France, might reasonably be regarded as the father of Louis XIV.

The Danish genealogist Tycho de Hoffman, who wrote in the 18th century, relates from a german book issued in the 1600’s, that Richelieu arranged for Rantzau to be close, even intimate with the queen, Anna of Austria.

She was said to be much, perhaps fatally, enchanted by Rantzau who was then by many regarded as the most handsome officer and chevalier of his time.’

But now back to basics.

I’ve not had a chance to visit Dorrit yet. As reported in an earlier post (link 2) Dorrit was (supposed to be) operated in Herlev Hospital abt. ten days ago. Of course I should and would have visited her one or more times in the meantime.

But last Wednesday (Nov.6.) I had this warning vision early in the A.M.:

– I saw an aircraft high in the (nightly?) sky. I couldn’t see any particular details due to the distance and darkness.

– Then I saw an aircraft – size somewhat like the venerable DC-3 – flying very low (abt. 10 feet above ground) between two house gabels, like if flying through the courtyard of a country house (link 3). I was observing from one of the wings of the house.

– Then I saw two (or three?) ‘Navy-Seal’ types waiting for me in a large, multi-storied house; from which I eventually tried to escape. (However one of the men wore a helmet like they were formerly worn by paratroopers, hence the men were perhaps most likely supposed to be ‘Delta-Force’ types?)

– I then woke up.

Exposition: I guess the mob has decided to once more bring in a few specialists in ‘The Simple Art of Murder’ – or kidnapping?

The high altitude of the aircraft might perhaps indicate the plane came from afar, i.e. Overseas (american or mediterranean?).

The subsequent low-altitude flight might indicate an unloading of personnel? But it also tend to remind one of the attack on the Pentagon on 9.11.

That attack was ostensibly carried out with a large, commercial aircraft flying abt. 10 feet above ground in its approach before hitting the building. Which according to expert pilots would however have been quite impossible. Obviously a missile was in fact employed (google it!).

But this analogy seems to imply a supreme importance of the mission, as seen in my vision? The Pentagon attack was reportedly intended to destroy evidence of a few trillion(!) taxpayer dollars seemingly evaporated from the Pentagon budgets, and of which an investigation had recently been instigated by SOD Donald Rumsfeld and just then ongoing in the premises and by the personnel hit by the missile.

In my case it’s perhaps mostly to destroy evidence of this (link 4) or perhaps this (link 7)?

But obviously I didn’t feel it would be wise to visit the ‘desolate’ Herlev Hospital just now, and I’ve once again had to try and be philosophical about it all: No one told Dorrit and myself beforehand when we would meet abt. twenty years ago; and conversely no one will necessarily tell us beforehand when we may have to part ways.

Incidentally it’s exactly this kind of predicament that have made me to – reluctantly – decide not to have family of my own (and why I never ‘lived or slept’ with Dorrit). In our time of ubiquitous video- and it-surveillance you simply cannot have family of your own if you want to stand up to the mob!

The mob, incidentally, consists of entities not entirely human; they are in fact more like robots, and COMPLETELY without moral holds. (link 5). You may perhaps most appropriately describe them as MORAL ANTIMATTER?

Moral Antimatter that you have to evade at all costs lest you all are completely destroyed!

Because just like antimatter in the physical universe destroys matter when they meet, moral antimatter will inevitably destroy all moral things they meet.


Moreover – in all probability you may safely assume, that any entity that’s more or less viciously attacking morality – i.e. morally sound people, ideas, institutions, cultures – with a very high degree of certainty are mob or mob-related (if not simply blatantly insane). Sort of defining the mob, perhaps.

The mob would simply not want or accept members or associates that don’t profess and fully adhere to complete immorality.

Also there can be no doubt that the ‘destroyers of worlds’ – including the destroyers and disruptors of sane and sound human entities and institutions – at the very least are mob inspired; and who sooner or later will grow – perhaps more or less arcane – links to the mob.

Incidentally, compare what top theoretical scientist LOUIS SANCHO’s remarked about certain of his colleagues (while talking about CERN’s Large Hadron Collider – link 6):

“Don’t you get it? It is all a moral question!! They know they can kill the planet, they don’t care”.

In fact earthlings may already now be able to destroy Earth and the Sun with its planetary system. And perhaps even kick the sun right out of the Milky Way Galaxy? (note 1).

But back to base again:

Today (Okt.9.2019), early in the A.M. I had this vision:

– I saw a quite small and very odd aircraft in a rather low altitude in the air. It was brownish with a curious, irregular shape and was rotating in the air.

– Then I saw (the same?) strange aircraft land on the platform of our roof. It now seemed quite large, at least for the platform.

– I saw the craft was made up of straw, and was just large (or small) enough to fit almost precisely on the platform, where it was put down quite elegantly. It appeared to be formed somewhat like an (inner) shoe sole made of straw.

– My associates planned to inspect the craft, but I declined as I feared I would be kidnapped.

– I then woke up.

Exposition: I guess the mob in question has by now figured I’m wise to the Herlev Hospital mission. Whence plan B has been invoked. Plan B seems to be roughly like this:

An ultra-light aircraft or para-glider is to be tasked with landing on the large roof-platform of our appartment house, bringing in a hit-team.

From the platform the hit-team is to access my flat in one way or another and either assassinate or (preferably) kidnap me.

The access may happen either

1) from the landing platform through the top (5th store) flat (the platform-door may well be unlocked?) and out into the stairway and to my front door. But as I have installed a high quality lock – supposed to be unbreakeable (or rather unpickable – it can ofcourse easily be broken by brute force) – perhaps option 2 is more likely?

2) into the appartment directly above mine; from there the hit-team would enter my appartment by climbing through windows – a piece of cake for any elite, mob-controlled ‘Delta-Force’ types.

They wouldn’t have to break the window glass in the flat above mine, and could after a successful mission easily exchange any broken window in my flat with the corresponding window in the identical flat above.

The flat above mine would ofcourse not be investigated by any rogue SecretPolice; on the contrary, every effort could perhaps be undertaken so as to make my eventual disappearence look like I had just peacefully gone away on my own?

Frankly all of this is an option I’ve considered years ago; I’m afraid it always seemed a teeny-weeny little-bit strange to me, that our small appartment house partout had to have this giant roof platform erected. The only one in our block, as far as I know.

Ofcourse I’ve also considered my options; we’ll have to see how things pan out.

Incidentally – why an shoe-sole shaped airplane made up of straw?

Perhaps the straw-made vehicle indicates both its origin as well as the date of its mission and its target?

Firstly: The Americans have a history of employing straw or reeds for ships, i.e. travelling vehicles.

Secondly: Perhaps the straw material also indicate possible date options for a mission?

When might a hit preferably be attempted?

– Perhaps on the 13.Nov. – the birthday of my maternal grandfather? He was a small farmer all his life, and of old peasants and most rustic people used straw-made soles in their clogs.

– Or on 20.Nov. – the birthday of my paternal grandfather who was a shoemaker?

– Or on the 3.Dec. – the birthday of my father – the son of a shoemaker?

– Or perhaps in week 52, Christmas week. In that week many of the flats in our house will be desolate on account of their mostly young residents being with their family for Christmas. Also it’s an old custom to decorate houses and gardens with things made from straw at Chrismas.

Thirdly: The strange shoe-sole shaped craft made by straw may indicate the target: Someone contempteously regarded as ‘a peasant with straw in his clogs’?


But once more it’s getting dark and I want to get home before long.

Thanks for joining – and be careful!

Note 1.
One might be tempted to muse a bit about our cosmic (Galactic) nightbours, perhaps somewhat like this: They have obviously been watching and gathering intelligence on us for decades (especially since Hiroschima and Nagasaki, see the historian Richard M. Dolan’s three recent, massive and well researched volumes on the matter) and one should hardly be surprised in the least if it’s very soon decided it’s time to bring in a ‘Galactic Police Task Force’?

Earthlings have now become a dangeours liability for their neighbours, and one should obviously not expect the same suave, hands-off attitude from a Task Force as reportedly almost always experienced from the observers and intelligence gathering units?

Link 1.
Jydske Lov, Josias Rantzau, Juvenal’s Satirer, Blicher og Søren Holm, H.C.Andersen og Niels Hancke.

Link 2.
Lykketoft – Bjerregaard – Pind

Link 3.
The Country House

Link 4.

Link 5.
The Robots’ Cash Ban

Photography, Your Brain and Napoleon

Link 6.
Louis Sancho and the CERN/LHC

Link 7.
Swedbank – Lunar Lander Crash – NotreDame – Die Gnosis


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Danish Agriculture and Police

(30.10.2019) Today is Wednesday and it’s Johannes’ 93rd birthday!

‘Johannes’ if the stepfather of my old friend O.L., who incidentally is one of the two or three most gifted photographers I’ve ever befriended.

Johannes has been a farmer all his adult life; energetic and hardworking until about 10 years ago.

Also he is, I think, the most generally likeable man I’ve ever known. He’s fair and broadminded, friendly and intelligent and ALWAYS courteus and positive, even though he was always very busy.

But I was reminded of the farmers lot in modern Denmark while strolling and enjoying today’s bright weather here in downtown Copenhagen. I happened to pass by a large, grey building near Parliament and noticed a particularly large surveillance camera lens in the door frame; ‘it’s so large it almost seem to strut out into your face while passing by’.

Wondering what kind of establishment needed that much security I looked for a nameplate, thinking it might possibly be a branch of the Rotschild bank or something like that.

However it turned out to be merely one of the many government departments that’s located right in the vicinity of Parliament.

The sign read: MILJØ OG FØDEVAREMINISTERIET. (Ministry of Environment and Food).

In the olden days (until abt. a couple of decades ago?) they called it LANDBRUGSMINISTERIET (Ministry of Agriculture).

But the word Agriculture (Landbrug) has now almost become an expletive in our small nation, of old renowned or even famous for the quality of its agricultural products.

One suspects that the name ‘Miljø og Fødevareministeriet’ was choosen as a compromise instead of what was possibly really wished for – f.i. MILJØSVIN OG FØDEVARE-MAD-SPISE-NED-I-MAVEN-MINISTERIET? (sorry – I’m just kidding, and cannot possibly translate it into English).

By the way – I believe Denmark is probably the only nation in the world – and correct me if I’m wrong, please – where national TV can feature an almost perpetual series named THE PEASANTS ASS (Bonderøven)?

But then again, isn’t Denmark – and especially Government-Denmark – now morally degenerate almost beyond recognition?

Today I’m carrying a couple of newspapers in my bag. Lets cast a quick look at a few headlines.

Firstly from today’s issue of B.T.metro (- a large, free sub-tabloid circulated in metropolitan Copenhagen).

The front page is dominated by a photo from the horrible wild-fires in California.

The actual conflagration in Cal. appears to be almost beyond comprehension. Thousend of houses burnt and hundreds of thousands Californians displaced. And many millions more without power for days or weeks. The nearest comparision is perhaps to the bombings in Syria?

But many US-americans have been really down on their luck, recently. Think of the hundreds of thousands homless. Think of the wast floods in the MidWest, that have devastated millions of acres of prime agricultural land.

I believe they have inundated an area at least corresponding to a small european state, like for instance all of Denmark.

You have to feel sorry for all the innocent victims, in the US as well as in Syria.

On page 12 there is a piece about banks turning up their fees.

It’s a long story, ofcourse, but the gist of the matter is irresponsible ‘money-printing’ by irresponsible central banks. Even the main stream press and main stream politics are beginning to catch on (see the following few recent sample quotes from newssites).

Only – yesterdays ‘money-printing’ is now called ‘Quantitative Easing’ or ‘Financialization’ – and perhaps other fancy fake names as well?

Thus money are basically for free for the elite (and especially the elite banks), making the savings of the middle class almost – and certainly increasingly – worthless.

Hence in quite short order the monied elite will own everything, bought by their fake, ‘counterfeit’ money – supplied basically for free to the tune of trillions! But only to the the elite – ofcourse.

(The ‘average, middle class man’ may believe he has part in the loot, by being able to borrow millions ‘for nothing’ to buy a house. But this is merely a trap; when interest are manipulated higher (and central banks do nothing but ‘manipulate’!)- then house owners are sunk: If interest is doubled the ‘cash-price’ of your house is basically halved).

In Copenhagen we have recently heard about one of these elite american investors, buying properties in Copenhagen City at a frantic speed with their ‘fake’ dollars-almost-for-free.

Like I’ve remarked a few months ago – perhaps Danish land and property will soon be more attractive to own as an investment for the billionaires than property on Manhattan? (hint: The climate in Denmark seems to become (relatively) increasingly attractive).

*Oprør blandt Frankfurts grå jakkesæt: Eurochef sammenlignes med blodsugende vampyr

*Bloddryppende. Drabelig. Skræmmende. Formanden for Den Europæiske Centralbank (ECB), Mario Draghi, er en vampyr, en grev Draghila, der suger de tyske borgeres bankkonti tør for penge.
Så malende var beskrivelsen i den tyske avis Bild

*What is financialization? This:
Profit margin growth without labor productivity growth, driven by artificially low price of money. Corporate mgmt and uber-rich cash in … 99.9% can suck it.
And yes, this is why the world is burning.

*Central Bank Hints At A “Big Reset” And Reveals A Possible Solution.
It’s not every day you hear a major financial institution hint at the possibility of the entire economic system collapsing…

*The Last 10 Years Have Been “An Unparalled Transfer Of Wealth To The Managerial Class”.
…the Adam Neumann story is repeated in a non-infuriating and non-obvious way every day in every S&P 500 company. And it’s been going on for a DECADE…

*Rates Tumbling Everywhere, Except Credit Cards Where They’ve Never Been Higher!
The growth of consumer borrowing is not excessive, but what is excessive is how much it costs consumers to borrow.

*Why do banks continue to be so pressed for liquidity, even though the Fed has made it quite clear its balance sheet will expand to accommodate all reserve needs?
Fed’s Fourth Bill POMO Is Most Oversubscribed Yet Amid Liquidity Scramble

Now to yesterdays issue of B.T.metro:

The front page has a headline saying: ‘Minister will stop bonus-party at the Police’. On page 4-5 you learn more about the matter.

It seems there has been raised a public uproar about payout of a small yearly bonus to a few top policemen.

I’m not sure I’m able to really comprehend what all the fuss is about. But it seems there has been established a custom of paying out small yearly bonuses to most of the nations 14 regional police directors.

Generally the bonus is in the region of 10,000 dollars; but the director of police in Western Sealand just gets abt. 5,000 dollars.

Thus we’re not talking about bonus and/or other benefits to the tune of hundred of millions like the directors of for instance NET’s – that as far as I know has come about by asset-stripping formerly public assets?

Now the question is: How in the world can these – almost ridiculously small – bonus amounts cause almost a national hetz in the mainstream media?

Apart from the fact, that ‘hetz-instincts’ were always running deep in the general public, the answer may be that there is perhaps a more or less tangible cause.

Namely the fact, that the public has been increasingly exasperated by service levels from law enforcement. Often amounting to no service at all.

Police are reportedly rarely showing up if you are burglarized or mugged, not to speak of lesser offences.

But why is that? Is this really by fault of the police?

Hardly! Police are not planning and creating the economic and moral framework for their duties. The politicians are.

First and formost you have to blame your politicians for the lacking law enforcement!

Still it probably won’t happen that police will get noticeably more money. They will get whipped publicly – like it’s happening now – but they will not get meaningfully more money.

And why is that, you may ask?

It’s like this (you may learn the modus operandi, eventually – although perhaps not before it’s too late?) – but alas, here we go again.

The global supreme master-puppetering master-robots tell our governments liason officer (the dark-master-puppet-robot) what’s to do about police.

The dark-master-puppet tells our P.M. what the global master-robot has imparted unto him about what to do.

The P.M. then tells the reigning M.o.J. what to do and what to tell the police and the public.

And the M.o.J. gives everyone a song and a dance as ordered.

Because, mind you: The global mission may be Disruption and even Chaos? Police – and hospitals! – have perhaps most likely not been starved just to save money? They may have been and will possibly forthwith be starved WITH THE OBJECT OF CREATING DISRUPTION AND CHAOS – thus enabling elite predators to ultimately and terminally rob everyone else blind?

Remember the former cabinets ‘Disruption Task Force’ and ‘Burn everything down every seven years’? And cabinets these days are basically clones of each other, aren’t they?


But it’s getting late , and I would like to get home before dark (as I’ve just drawn out a few hundred dollars for emergency money).

Thanks for joining, and be safe!

Disruption and Wispy Trails (Upd.)

War On Iran – General Election – Kill The Canary – The Flea Market – Freud – Niels Lyhne



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Face Detection in Copenhagen

(28.Okt.2019) Today is Monday – the last in Oktober – and it’s a bit chilly outside.

Actually I ought to have been visiting Dorrit in the hospital because she had an operation last week. But on account of several warnings I’ve had to think twice before going.

The Herlev hospital has large structural repair works going on presently, which has resulted in several more or less hidden nooks and crannies in the access ways. And the main entrance to this giant 25 storey hospital is now two small glass sliding doors in a particular dark and shabby corner of a small, shabby courtyard (with a large pool of dirty water directly in front of the doors, to boot!).

I visited Dorrit a week ago in the weekend and couldn’t help noticing that large parts of this giant hospital seem almost desolate in weekends.

Hence approaching the hospital could be dangerous for myself at any time, but in weekends it might possibly be well nigh suicidal?

So, sadly Dorrit has to wait until things might possibly calm down a little. It may or may not be a consolation that I’m supposed to know when – i.e. the year and week – Dorrit is scheduled to pass on, as I’ve seen it in a nightly vision.

In the meantime, lets take a look at a couple of recent tweets.

Oh – but by the way. After 38,000 tweets the friendly folks at Twitter (rogue elements?) has seen fit to lock me out from my account. I believe they fancy I’ve linked to a rather uncouth account of the demeanour of one seemingly wery well connected power-puppet troll of the reigning global power-puppeteering master-robots? (note 1, below)

But ofcourse! My bad! – We certainly wouldn’t want to hurt the feelings of ANY trolling puppet – be they large or small, sane or insane, good or evil, would we?

So the following ‘tweets’ are not in fact real tweets, but rather only ‘dormant tweets’. An asterix * indicates these P.T.’s and an arrow > my comments.

* Berlingske mener: Danmark skal ikke
kopiere Kinas overvågning og kontrol

* Københavns Politi vil gerne bruge ansigtsgenkendelse, og dermed står vi med et svært valg mellem bedre politiefterforskning på den ene side og frihed og privatliv på den anden. Fra et borgerligt-liberalt perspektiv må det sidste veje tungest.

* »Hvis man har rent mel i posen, har man ikke noget imod, at politiet hurtigere kan fange en terrorist,« sagde Skaarup og afviste dermed enhver tanke om, at almindelige lovlydige borgere kan have lyst til at leve deres liv i fred uden hele tiden at blive kigget over skulderen.

* Ansigtsgenkendelse er utvivlsomt et meget effektivt redskab, hvilket den store globale interesse vidner om. Men læg mærke til, hvem der er allermest interesseret og har rykket hurtigst i forhold til implementeringen: Det er de autoritære regimer.
Der er god grund til at sige nej tak.

> The story is that the Copenhagen police wants FaceDetection cameras all ower Copenhagen. And the above extracts link to an admirable op-ed by this most honourable woman – the brave, clever and honest Amalie Lyhne – at the large Copenhagen daily Berlingske Tidende. (note 2, below)

Firstly: The Copenhagen police don’t go public with a wish like that all on its own!

The modus operandi now is and henceforth will probably always be: The government’s strong-arm robot-puppet-man tells the P.M. what the global power-puppeteering master-robots has imparted unto him about what they want from her.

The P.M. then tells the M.o.J. what is expected from him.

The M.o.J. then tells the Cph. Police what to go public with.

Is this really that difficult to grasp? I beg to assure you there’s ‘Keine Hexerei – Nur Behändigkeit’!

Secondly: – you have the political spokesman of the until recently largest center-right party D.F. blabbering out with almost childish thoughts – or pehaps lack of thoughts? – on the matter: FaceDetection basically a good thing for the police.

For the POLICE STATE – yes!

Small wonder that he and his party was humiliated – halved – in the most recent election: Their leaders are obviously almost clueless? Hardly evil people – just perhaps quite clueless.

Incidentally here is yet another instance where you clearly see the dangers of having young political leaders at the wheel. Because if someone had told my parents at some point in the 1950’s that the Government henceforth would photograph and film everyone everyhwere they were and moved and at all time – then my parents (and their generation) would instantly have understood, that it was now GANGSTERS THAT WERE RUNNING GOVERNMENT.

But if you have no recollection or otherwise a genuine knowledge of the thinking and feeling in the 1950’s you might perhaps not understand this – just like today.

But here’s the lowdown:

If FaceDetection is generally established in (any) democratic (western) country – THEN THIS COUNTRY CANNOT POSSIBLY BE DEMOCRATIC ANYMORE!

And why is that, you may ask: Because then all critical journalism and other serious critique of government and police and secret services and secret police will in quite short order be COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE!

And again, why is that you ask: Because any and all real critical journalists and other serious critics can and will be harassed – possibly, or even inevitably, harassed to death!

But when any serious critique of government and all its angencies is either prohibited by law or otherwise impossible (for instance by badly harassing or even ‘disappearing’ all intelligent critics), then THERE IS NO DEMOCRACY!

And as another op-ed asked recently: Do you dare to trust that your government will always be benign?

Of course, you dare not! Because the crux of the matter is, that the weak link in any democracy is exactly this: That the general public and the man in the street are basically unable to (always or ever?) spot the two-faced, fourflushing shyster – or even traitor – flimflamming them with sweet words and snake oil – or to talk turky: damned lies. Incidentally precisely the kind of people that always MOST BADLY want access to ultimate (government) power.

It shouldn’t be necessary to remind our intelligent parliamentarians of how, exactly, Mr. Hitler reached power, I take it?

But today is also the 6th day of the ongoing dutch book sale in the HeiligGeist Church Community House in downtown Copenhagen. The price is 45 Kr (abt. $6), and I bought one book:

1. MENNESKER OG OPLEVELSER. By F. Hendriksen. Ny Rev. Udg., København 1932. Hardcover. Slightly shabby outside, but fine inside. 448p, ill.

This is the second edition of these valuable memoirs. The first ed. came in 1910, but of which only 110 were printed.

In the preceeding days I bought a handfull of old french books, among which:

2. MEMOIRES ANECDOTIQUES SUR L’INTERIEUR DU PALAIS ET SUR QUELQUES EVENEMENTS DE L’EMPIRE DEPUIS 1805 JUSQU’AU 1er MAI 1814 POUR SERVIR A L’HISTOIRE DE NAPOLEON. Par L.F.I. de BAUSSET, Ancien Prefet Du Palais Imperial. Leipsic, 1828, Teubner. Vol. 1 & 2 bound in One Volume. (Vol. 3 & 4 missing). 304 & 248 pages. Hardcover, slightly shabby outside, fine inside.

Memoires anecdotiques are ofcourse basically much more interesting than more or less official (solely) political histories. Whence I’m looking forward to perusing at least part of it more closely.

Here are a couple of sample quotes (page 204-5):

‘Ici finit le role politique de Charles IV (of Spain, * Naples 1748). Ce prince etait d’une taille elevee, d’un port noble et assure: la parfaite harmonie de son visage annoncait la bonte et le calme habituel de son ame: en le voyant on etait certain d’avance que ses moeurs avaient ete toujours pures.

‘C’etait un roi-bourgeois et sans caractere politique. Ses seules passions furent l’amitie pour Godoi et un asservissement sans mesure aux volontes de la reine. Je crois meme que son amitie pour ce favori l’emportait sur tout autre sentiment. Il lui sacrifia tout sans regret et sans hesiter.

‘Il avait mis la vie privee sur le trone, et il ne perdit aucune jouissance en resignant la monarchie d’une partie des deux mondes, pour entrer dans cette vie privee. Il s’y trouva naturellement place dans un etat approprie a ses gouts simples et faciles. Et lorsque sa sante, alteree par des acces frequens de goutte ou par l’age, ne lui permit plus de se livrer aux delassemens de la chasse, il sut remplacer ce plaisir par celui de la musique, et en rendant heureux le petit nombre de sujets fideles qui s’etaient voues a sa personne.

‘Non-seulement il aimait a entendre les artistes distingues qu’il s’etait attaches, mais il executait lui-meme sur le violon quelques morceaux de symphonie, tant bien que mal.

‘C’etait toutefois un amateur d’un genre nouveau. J’ai ouï raconter a l’un de mes amis qui connaissait beaucoup M. Boucher, son premier violon, que tres-souvent Charles IV commencait seul un morceau d’ensemble, et que, sur l’observation de cet artiste celebre, il lui repondait gravement, qu’il n’etait par fait pour l’attendre!!!’

‘La reine Marie-Louise, sa femme (* Parme 1751), etait petite; a l’epoque ou j’eus l’honneur de la voir, il etait difficile de juger si elle avait ete jolie. Ses yeux etaient vifs et ardens; qu’elle avait du caractere et de l’esprit, et sa physionomie prononcee annoncait une preoccupation d’habitude, qui semblait la rendre indifferente aux devoirs de son rang, quand ils se trouvaient en opposition avec son idee dominante.

‘Cette espece de monomanie fut, dit-on, l’affaire de toute sa vie: l’on disait que la causerie intime en tete-a-tete etait plus de son gout que cette vie toute en dehors que l’on appelle cercle de cour. Il ne faudrait pas supposer cependant qu’elle fut indifferente aux soins de la toilette.

‘Ce gout conservateur ou reparateur faisait une partie essentielle de cette concentration de toutes ses facultes. Elle faisait venir de Paris tous les objects les plus a la mode. Cet hommage rendu au gout et aux modes francaises me rapelle une anecdote qui m’a ete racontee par plusieurs grands seigneurs espagnols.’

However, this anecdote about ‘La duchesse D…, jeune, belle, spirituelle, et veuve immensement riche…’ is too longwinded to recount here, I’m afraid.

But it’s now getting dark, and I want to get home before the rain starts. Thanks again for joining, and be safe!

Note 1.
Ofcourse this is possibly or even most likely just a pretext and guise for the real reason: That said power-puppeteering master-robots – that are now running our World? – want me shut down, – and badly? (link 1)

I can’t help thinking of Ms. Naomi Klein, that was maliciously harassed like this some years ago (according to her own reporting, then). Ms. Klein being Yewish ‘they’ couldn’t wery well just kill her, whence they took recourse to plan B, i.e. the underhanded and nefarious ways of malevolent harassment seen here.

The analogy: Their endeavour to outright kill or kidnap me have thus far proven somewhat elusive, perhaps. Whence their recourse to the nefarious ways of sundry malicious harassment?

(Incidentally, on 31.Okt. I discovered ‘they’ had once more abused my Visa-card; this time they’ve stolen 955 DKr (abt. $150), whence I’ve had to cancel my Visa-card once more. I’ve now decided to do without a Visa-card altogether, until the matter has been thoroughly investigated. Obviously I shouldn’t try to hold my breath, because after last month’s incident the bank (DANSKE BANK) flatly refuced to investigate! (link 4).

And by the way – ofcourse you’ll remonstrate that I myself am certainly not in the NaomiKlein-leage? Mayby and maybe not. N.K. was and is a world renovned critic, in her heydays perhaps known by almost every adult newspaper reader all over the world? While I’m basically only known by the global power elite. But then again: Perhaps you should heed the prophesy? (link 5).)

Note 2.
(Update 29.Okt.) Only today I saw yesterdays op-ed by Mr. Mads Kastrup in the large Copenhagen tabloid EKSTRABLADET.
Obviously mr. Kastrup is – no less than Ms. Lyhne – a totally honourable, fearless, intelligent and honest critical journalist. Certainly like Ms. Lyhne at the apex of danish critical journalism today.

Here are a few sample quotes from his post (marked with an asterix, while my comments have an arrow).

* Mads Kastrup 28.10.2019
Vi ender alle som fredløse.
DET ER SVÆRT at skabe et frit samfund. Men det er nemt at ødelægge det.

> The word OUTLAWED (fredløs) seems perhaps quite pertinent? If everyone are to be watched, bad-eyed, surveyed and followed in any way imaginable – in short: recklessly harassed – basically without any genuine reason at all – then we’re all in fact OUTLAWED.

For myself that has more or less been the state of affairs for several years now: No matter what happens to me I would have no recourse to – not to speak of protection by – the law! Whether I am burglarized, water-inundated in my flat, arsoned, mugged, kidnapped, killed or maimed in hospital (or anywhere else) – no matter what, the police would never, ever lift a finger to assist me – except ofcourse perfunctorily? (link 3)

I guess that just about defines the state of being FREDLØS (outlawed). And mind you: my ONLY two crimes is: that I have dared to protest against abuse from superiors (in the then Ministry of Transportation (link 2, danish)) and that I have dared to criticzise subsequent abuse by the SecretService/SecretPolice and their friends. (Note 1)

But ofcourse, anyone can see that these are capital crimes?

That is – in a police state they are!

* ‘Danmarks nye regeringsparti, der med sin seneste ’sikkerhedspakke’ med 300 yderligere overvågningskameraer er trådt i karakter som noget nær den hidtil mest totalitært tænkende regering, vi har haft.’

> See the above and my earlier posts
Lykketoft – Bjerregaard – Pind
The Putsch and the Hit-Squad (upd.)

* DET VIL VÆRE ’en kæmpe fordel’ for det københavnske politi, hvis de får mulighed for at benytte ansigtsgenkendelse til at overvåge borgerne, lyder meldingen fra Københavns Politis chefpolitiinspektør, Jørgen Bergen Skov, i et interview med Berlingske.

* Helt sikkert. Og det vil være en endnu større fordel, hvis alle borgere får indopereret chips i nakken og dermed kan overvåges og registreres døgnet rundt.

> Of course it’s difficult to precisely know if this police officer (chief-inspector) is just an order abiding civil servant, or perhaps blatantly clueless or even blatantly evil?

* For nu ved vi fra Jørgen Betjent, hvad de 300 kameraer egentlig skal bruges til: Ansigtsgenkendelse ligesom i Kina, som vi alle ved er et retsstatsligt forbillede.

> I fear the honourable Mr. Kastrup has perchance not fully grasped the real meaning of the much quoted ‘300 extra cameras’?

The 300 extra cameras are not meant to merely supplement the already existing 1,5 million fixed surveillance cameras in all of Denmark.

On the contrary, they are supposed to be available to police to pinpoint surveillance on something or someone in particular. For instance if some rogue police agents (in the ordinary police, secret service or secret police) would like to know something about the associates, correspondents, whistleblowers and other sources of the honourables mr. Kastrup or ms. Lyhne and/or their family – then said agents would just put up a few cameras outside the homes of these journalists, at their favourite restaurants, at their lovers residence, at their family homes and so on and so fort.


* ETHVERT KONTROLLERENDE tiltag finder sted med henvisning til terrorbekæmpelse eller beskyttelse af borgerne som sådan
Hermed spiller man imidlertid terroristernes spil. Terror angriber indirekte demokratiet ved, at frygten for den dikterer ufrihed for alle. Den ernærer sig ikke af den tilslutning, den kan opnå, men af den frygt, den kan sprede.

> Very true. Whence you have to ask yourself if there is perhaps a certain degree of truth to the sometines propounded view, that various secret services are in fact behind most terrorism? With no terrorism there would be little need for the worlds secret services! Might eventually imply that half of Denmarks 1000 SecretService/SecretPolice agents could ultimately become redundant and/or be pounding the pavement?

* VELKOMMEN TIL til familieovervågning. Og velkommen til samfundet, hvor den udøvende magt har udvidet retsprincippet om, at politi og myndigheder skal have ’begrundet mistanke’ til nu også at omfatte ubegrundet mistanke.

* Det er dertil bemærkelsesværdigt, at mens vore politikere frejdigt erklærer visse folk fredløse i overvågningssamfundet, påberåber de sig ret til selv at gå fri.
DEN SENESTE offentlighedslov har ikke ligefrem kastet lys ind i magtens korridorer ej heller oplyst forvaltningen af Danmark.
Her skal for guds skyld ikke registreres eller kontrolleres noget.

* Og hvad gør et samfund, der har sat al mulig overvågning i værk og alligevel rammes af et terrorangreb, vil jeg gerne spørge.
ER DET SÅ IKKE HER, som indledningsvist antydet, man ved lov indopererer chips i nakken på alle?

* Det er jo det sikreste. At alle til enhver tid i alle sammenhænge er under systemets overvågning, kontrol og registrering.
Det vil, med chefpolitiinspektørens ord, være ’en kæmpe fordel’.

* ’Ingen frihed, uden tryghed,’ som daværende vicestatsminister Bendt Bendtsen sagde, da nye antiterrorlove skulle indføres efter 11. september 2001. Bendt, der også var betjent, kom i vanlig stil til at vende det hele på hovedet.
Det er selvsagt omvendt: Ingen tryghed uden frihed.

> Kudos to ms. Lyhne and mr. Kastrup for their brave and bright posts!

Link 1.
The Robots’ Cash Ban

Link 2.
Nullermand eller regimekritiker?

Link 3.
Småting og bagateller (3)

Link 4.
September Colours

Link 5.
Swedbank – Lunar Lander Crash – NotreDame – Die Gnosis

Note 1.
(Update 30.Okt.) In a vision I had early in the a.m. today, I saw one of my former chief’s (though not whom exactly) in the Ministry of Transportation mocking me slightly for pretending to be absolutely innocent in our 13-year fight for justice.

But ofcourse not; in a fight that long there will be committed wrongs on both sides. Still – in the interest of justice you should take the trouble to study the first few pages of the first letters/docs of the case; at least if you want to comment; but always glad to communicate, ofcourse!

A CD with all letters will be gladly supplied on application to any legitimate party (use comments facility, please).


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Lykketoft – Bjerregaard – Pind

Today is Wednesday and it’s quite nice out there.

In today’s café there’s a copy of the danish national daily JyllandsPosten available. Hence let’s take a quick look at a few of the headlines.

On page 4 there’s an article about our M.o.J. wanting to court marshall IS-warriers through a tribunal somewhere in the Middle East.

I don’t know enough of the technical details to comment on the feasibility, really. But every time court marshalling war crimes/criminals comes up you usually miss half the culprits.

For instance, in Nuremberg, only the party that started the war was court marshalled (as far as I know?); although there were certainly many horrible war crimes perpetrated on behalf of the victorious parties?

So what about the agressors in Syria? Aren’t the foreign countries that bombed the Syrian nation and people in unprovoked wars of agression not undeniably war criminals – by almost any standard?

Ofcourse you may say – ‘we’re the (militarily) strong part and we give s**t about righteousness in justice’. You may say this ofcourse, but like for Nuremberg the truth will get out eventually and karma may ultimately hit you like a boomerang.

Just for the record: The demeanour of our new M.o.J. reminds me a great deal about that of his mother, whom I knew from high school.

Perhaps tending a tad towards the grey and anonymous, but no doubt a very likable and entirely honourable person.

Only it’s probably VERY difficult to be an inspired govt. minister under the aegis of our new P.M. and her power-micro-managing close entourage: No room for any ministers personal mark on their department, perchance?

On page 12 there’s something about US-president Mr. Trump. But I don’t follow US national politics close enough to be able to comment sensibly on Mr. Trump’s apparent predicaments. Only I would like to warn against most danish commenters, that are usually far too superficial.

On page 18 a slightly confused ‘someone’ reviews three recent books with the memoirs of as many retired (danish) top politicians: Mogens Lykketoft, Ritt Bjerregaard and Soren Pind.

They have all three been VERY prominent politicians in their heydays. All have been ministers more than once, although none of them made it to PrimeMinister.

Why is that, you may sensibly ask, as most all of them obviously had the wherewithall to qualify?

The answers are, like most often, probably complex; but perhaps they all were and are just a tad to decent to make it to the very top? Perhaps they were not willing to sell out enough of their principles and betray nation and people?

Not that being a traitor is an imperative quality to qualify for PrimeMinister! But in most cases it helps and it probably always makes things happen more smoothly?

Speaking of P.M.’s: Last night i read about our new P.M. having decided to establish way more camera surveillance on public places. I believe she used the expression ‘increase massively’?

Obviously our new PrimeMinister’s apparant propensity for secrecy – as opposed to openness in government – and for surveillance is somewhat disappointing to many observers (and voters?).

This conundrum must have occupied my mind a good deal just before turning in; because during the night I dreamt about our P.M. and her friends for what seemed several hours.

Some of the dreams were apparently visions of a clairvoyant nature, whence I’ill use this chance to comment on some of them.

But firstly a few generalities. Obviously our new PrimeMinister is young, and pretty, and attractive. Anyone can see that, at least if you go for the brainy, slightly boyish type of women.

You may say, you don’t think she is boyish? But then imagine her with an eton crop. Right? – You see it now, I suppose?

Also she is clever! You may safely assume she has long ago been fingered as a political whizz-kid by the TPTB. But why?

Because otherwise she would never have been featured prominently on The Drudge Report even before having won the last election (link 1). I certainly would be very surprised if she isn’t to be seen on the Bilderberg participants list in quite short order.

She is that clever, and also hard as nails.

But what did I see in my nightly visions?

Firstly and unsurprisingly that she is attractive and slightly boyish.

Secondly that she has a propensity for secrecy and aloofness. ‘We’ wanted to visit her on her job; but we had to access her through a tower where most of the ladders were removed – so as to make access difficult – if not impossible.

The spacious tower room was completely clad in oriental rugs and plush: has she one or more oriental roots, perchance? If so, this might perhaps help to explain why she was ‘choosen’ by Mr. Drudge?

One of her friends was driving a giant, brutally powerful motor cycle.

Was this perhaps her right hand spin doctor? If so he may be regarded as immensely dynamic, but also, perhaps, as being on a somewhat frail footing?

Might fit the bill perfectly if this gentleman, as I suspect, is heavily left-brained dominated. Left-brainers, like aspergers and autists, are basically almost never on a particular firm footing in their personal life.

They basically perceive and live their whole life in two dimensions. Whence they have no deep roots anywhere – except perhaps in disruption and chaos: ‘Burn everything down every seven years’. (link 2)

Next Saturday is my old friend Dorrit’s 88th birthday! Ofcourse I should have been there and take tea and chocolate with her. But, but – sad to relate I’m still occasionally harassed by police agents.

The thing is that Dorrit’s care home is situated on the edge of Greater Copenhagen in a somewhat isolated place. And as I talked to Dorrit a couple of weeks ago, and it was quite apparant that she would like me to soon visit her – then the SecretService and/or their friends would have another great opportunity to prepare a hit, down to the last and least details.

Whence a trip is simply too dangerous to risk. It’s a pity really, as it’s quite impossible to explain my predicament to the elderly.

Within the last fortnight I’ve spottet at least two agents (and possibly four) harassing me, but for once they didn’t look like Mossad? They mostly looked like danish SecretService/SecretPolice agents to me, although ofcourse always hard to tell.

Their mission may, perhaps, most likely have been to try and get close enough to once more swipe-copy my new Visa-card? (compare what I wrote here – link 3).

(For some reason I had given up carrying my Visa card in a Faraday-cage some time ago, and this carelessness may perhaps have caused the abuse of my card, as detailed. Ofcourse I’m now using my Faraday-cage again.)

But it’s getting late and regrettably I have to take leave from our attractive young P.M. for today.

Be seeing you in my dreams?

Link 1.
The Putsch and the Hit-Squad (upd.)

Link 2.
Disruption and Wispy Trails (Upd.)

Link 3.
September Colours


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No Eton Cut

Today is Wednesday and it’s quite nice out there.

Next Saturday is my old friend Dorrit’s 88th birthday! Ofcourse I should have been there and take tea and chocolate with her. But, but – I’m still occasionally harassed by SecretService/SecretPolice agents.

Læs resten

September Colours

Today is Saturday, and it’s the 14th of September.

September is my favourite month, although for reasons perhaps not entirely obvious? For one thing my mother died quite young on September 30th (1953).

So perhaps I’m just an autumn sort of guy – or a fall-guy, if you’ill excuse the pun? For instance I cannot wear clothes in ‘spring-colors’ – always make me look ridiculous.

I need and love the autumn colors brown, wine red and orange or perhaps better still, dark grey and steel grey shades.

I love the clear, lunimous nordic sunlight of a fine September day, like this Saturday. Also makes a great day for photography with one of my large, old cameras, except for today is a bit windy.

The wind mostly is a problem, ofcourse, if you plan to make macro photographs of trees, plants or flowers; or if you have to use a tripod. Like when I’m using one of my large old plate cameras – my favourite photographic tool.

I missed today’s opportunity to take som photographs, on account I slept late. Hence I didn’t manage to make my photo shoulder-bag ready for action. But, then, let’s talk old cameras for a change.

Today I saw a couple of old Kodak cameras swimming around in one of the odds-and-ends boxes, usually residing in front of well known photografica.dotcom camera store, here in downtown Copenhagen.

The frindly store assistants accepted my modest offers for the two cameras, so here we are. The premier buy is the

1. Kodak Retinette 35mm folding camera from the late 1930’s or perhaps very early 1940’s.

I believe it may well be the most basic camera in the Retinette camera family, that again is the junior line of the larger Retina-family.

The ‘junior’ epithet pertains to the technical features; like lens quality, shutter speeds, range-finder or not and light-meter or not.

This particular model of the Retinette lineage is, as told, perhaps the most basic of the line. It has a three element Kodak Anastigmat lens of 5cm focus and a relative aperture of f:4,5, and the lens appears to be uncoated.

The shutter is a simple 3-speed Prontor-type shutter, with speeds from 25 – to 125.

But everything is outwardly in great condition, and it has a fitted ever-ready-case in nice condition to boot.

So why did I only have to pay 50 Kr (7.50 Dollars) for this pretty camera?

The thing is everyone, including myself, honestly thought the shutter was totally defective, or even incomplete. And only a careful, half-hour inspection revealed that the modus-operandi is just quite unusual and counterintuitive.

But now everything seems to be working ok, and I look forward to clean it out, including the inside surfaces of the lens. Also to check, and if necessary recalibrate the distance scale with a ground glass over the film gate.

A three-element lens may often be quite satisfactory for most amateur photography, both for colour prints and black-and-white negatives.

2. The second Kodak is the much more advanced Retina IIa. This particular model is from the 1950’s and sports a fast, high-quality Rodenstock Heligon-lens of 50mm focus. It’s largest aperture is f:2,0 and it’s coated.

But the general cosmetic as well as mechanical condition of this specimen is very nearly horribel. Neither the shutter nor the rangefinder is working at all, and everything looks worn and shabby.

The interesting thing is, that the front of of this collapsible camera – like almost always for Retina and Retinette camera – is still rock steady. Hence I accepted the modest prise of 25 Kr (4 Dollars), and hope I may eventually manage to restitute it to a working condition.

Yesterday, ofcourse, was Friday the 13th! On that particular day I visited the other large and well-established camera store here in central Copenhagen: Foto/C in Holbergsgade, situated just behind the Royal Theatre.

So, just around noon I had the audacity to visit said camera store; nothing unusual here, to be sure, I’ve been a faithful guest – and too often also customer – of theirs for some twenty years, I’m afraid.

The first thing I saw when entering the store, was a most unsightly spectacle: One of the camera assistants had just finished the sale of a Speed Graphic 2×3 camera (to an old friend of mine), and for a pittance.

Well, you may ask, why is it this spectacle was so ghastly, not to say shocking?

The thing is I’ve been collecting old plate cameras for well nigh half a century. But I don’t remember to have ever seen a 2×3 Speed Graphic for sale here in Copenhagen.

The Speed Graphic is quite another camera than the (Century) Graphic 2×3. Generally a much higher-quality camera, much more elaborate and usable than the plain Graphic (or Century Graphic) 2×3.

While I congratulated my friend to his lucky find, I’m afraid I was unable to hide my distress. Nay, I know I could not hide being disappointed: I’m simply unable to hide from my features anything approaching anger, if triggered. (Note 1)

Now everyone will surely reproach me for perhaps getting angry over a friend making an interesting buy in my presence? But I have to plead non-guilty, because it’s not as simple as being about just envy and jealousy.

The thing is I’ve tried time and again for abt. two decades to communicate to the friendly store manager this special interest of mine – the old plate cameras.

I know he has always had a habit of reserving interesting items for the collectors he know: like of Leica, Nikon, Olympus, Voigtlander and movie cameras – and probably others. These collectors thus get a chance to inspect the items before the general public.

But I’ve also long suspected, that a ‘collector’ (and, to be fair, I’m not a ‘genuine collector’, but a so called ‘user-collector’) of something as obtuse and unglamorous as old plate-cameras didn’t really register in his mind.

At least it’s not the first event of this kind; in fact I’ve repeatedly watched friendly photo-freaks buy old plate cameras in my presence from said store-manager. And as I know the buyer(s) I’m able to state quite certainly, that he/they had no particular interest in this kind of cameras. Just like today.

So if you’re an old plate-camera-buff, you’re seemingly more or less under everyones radar. In fact that has obviously been the case for myself for decades; that is, until this happened:

About a decade ago I had taken stock of my collection and made a CD with a rather complete listing. I intended to consult a lawyer in consequense of the constant danger of being assassinated by Mossad and their friends.

Not to ask advise how to protect myself from being assassinated, ofcourse. But to ask advice in respect to insurance and the execution of my eventual estate.

I visited the office of a downtown lawyer, but found her out of town. But it was agreed with the office manager that I could return to discuss the matter later.

However I decided to inform the law office about what I wanted to discuss, before showing up personally once more. Hence I sent them a letter and – quite foolishly, perhaps – attached a CD with the listing of my collection.

I never got a reply from the law office; and the letter and the CD obviously evaporated into thin air.

But by inference and conjecture it’s perhaps not too difficult to figure what basically happened?

Because only days later I was contacted by one of the zar’s of the danish photohistorical community; ‘he had learned I was an expert on historical large format cameras and if I would please give a talk in one of the photo historical communities’.

And shortly after that a new store opened that ostensibly specialized in large format cameras (incidentally the then principal owner had no interest in- and basically knew nothing about classic large format cameras!); furthermore it seems there was an extended family relationship between the two gentlemen and Mossad?

The reason for ‘talk and store’ may perhaps be assumed to most likely be, that a) these gentlemen wanted by all means to prevent myself for opening a like shop (they had realized, perhaps, that I had both the stock and the expertise?) and b) if I was in short order to be assissanated by Mossad, my flat and collection would be robbed within hours, to perhaps then be sold locally?

You think this sounds rather outlandish? But I can assure you, it is hardly! But ofcourse you have to know something of the extent of my collection of old plate cameras – it’s quite extensive!

Now back to my friend and his ‘new’ Speed Graphic. When we happen to meet at the Foto/C store, or elsewhere, we usually arrange to take a cup of coffe in a nearby café.

Which we also did yesterday; we agreed to meet in one of the Magazin du Nord’s café’s a short walk from the store. Only I had to visit my bank firstly (on account of the Visa-card sham I suffered a few days ago – link 1).

Hence it was only about 3/4 of an hour later I met my friend in one of the top floor Café’s in Magazin du Nord. I then had a chance to inspect the Speed Graphic and show my friend how to operate it. He is an avid collector of old movie cameras, by the way.

Now you have to know, that the Foto/C store without doubt has been bugged by Mossad and/or their friends (I’ve written about this already in one or more former posts)(Note 2). But it nevertheless surprised me somewhat, that they seem to have managed to put a hit-team in place on the top floor of Magazin d.N. only shortly after I arrived.

That is, about one hour after we made our appointment in the store. But being Friday there could perhaps be expected to be one or more Mossad-teams on stand-by in the city?

After having talked with my friend in the café for about 15 mins(?), I noticed a gentleman sitting alone at a table less than 10 feet from us.

Even if the café is somwhat dim he was wearing dark glasses of the type going around almost to his ears – like bodyguards of Mossad and their friends like to wear them? He was having nothing, but looking fixedly at his smartphone, and seemed very careful nok to look my way. He had Mossad/CIA written all over him.

A few minutes later he was joined by a middle aged man, that could have been taken directly out of an italian mafia film? The sun-glass guy then disappeared. The mafia-man likewise had nothing.

(For obvious ‘hit-team-reasons’, perhaps: a) the area we occupied in the café was hidden from direct oversight by the staff; hence the agents didn’t want to be registered with the staff when making orders? b) the agents didn’t want to leave DNA on their cups and/or plates? c) dito for fingerprints?).

Shortly after that I and my friend parted. I wanted to visit the rest room, directly adjacent to the café; but I soon thought the better of it.

Because abt. 8 feet in front of the door to the rest room another middle aged man in a black/red sporting outfit was standing, looking fixedly on the door.

When I began approaching him/the door and was about 6 feet away, he began mowing slowly toward the door; eventually he slowly opened the door, while looking searchingly inside. But he still didn’t enter the rest room.

I got the impression he wanted me to overtake him. Would I then have got a cut or prick, or blow in the ear (with poison) in passing him? Or perhaps when inside or in one of the stalls?

But I got cold feet long before that, and left the building in quite short order.

Whether this set-up was planned as a genuine assassination attempt or mostly as an offence to make me angry, or perhaps both, of that I know nought.

Note 1.
I learned already in my younger years, that when angry I may get an almost forbidding expression in my face. This does not mean, however, that I cannot control my anger; that I can to a very high degree. Only I cannot control the forbidding facade, when on rare occasions my anger is suddenly triggered.

This rare, forbidding look, by the way, happens to have controlled my livelyhood to a large degree and quite arbitrarily.

Especially one event stands out for it’s fatefulness: When employed in the Ministry of Communication in the early 1980’s we got a new minister; that minister – quite likable as a person, by the way – at some point wanted to greet everyone employed in our department (General Directorate of Post- & Telegraph) of his ministry.

But (one of) my superiors had already learned to fear my ‘general cleverness’ (sorry, but it’s on record) and, being quite clever himself, had probably made preparations to try and stop me. So on my way to the minister’s reception I was openly insulted by said superior.

This was as completely unexpected as unmistakeable, so that I was simply unable to instantly control my face expression; and I’m quite sure I must have looked forbidding with anger, when the minister came to greet me.

Sadly, but perhaps also understandably, the minister took offense – being a bit paranoid himself, perhaps? And it’s from this fateful occurrence that Mossad’s zeal to assassinate myself originates. Silly indeed?

(Update Monday, 16.Sept.) This morning I had a clairvoyant dream vision like this:

I saw a young man wanting to leave (for somewhere) in his car, and he was readying his car for the trip. Someone feared he would drive (West?) against the direction of traffic, and tried to stop him; but didn’t make it.

He therefore drove off, although seemingly in fact to the East? But he was soon meet by opposing traffic. And, lo and behold, the opposing traffic consisted of giant tanks with giant cannons.

Consequently the young man and his car was destroyed below the tanks; I saw one particularly large tank destroy the car completely.

It’s cannon was so large it almost swiped us down from the balcony I occupied together with others. I asked: ‘Is it Russian?’ – and then woke up.

>Exposition: As I felt the tanks and landscape in some ways looked Russian, but was still in doubt, probably both tanks and landscape were Ukrainian?

Presumeably Mossad and their friends are VERY unhappy with my latest half dozen blog posts? Nay, they are probably as unhappy with myself as have become with Mossad and their friends?

And perhaps the Mossads are right now planning to marshall the Ukranian mafia (often called the Kosher Nostra?) and said to be perhaps the most powerful and reckless at least in all of Europe?

Note 2.
I’m afraid I’ve been a bit feckless in believing the store to be bugged. That’s ofcourse completely unnecessary. You only have to listen in on the store managers iphone, probably carried at all time.

Link 1.


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(Copenhagen, 9.Sept.2019) Hello! – Today is Monday, and it’s wet out there. From the cafè where I’m writing this I have a view of the Copenhagen City Hall Plaza, and it seems there’s a demonstration going on; lots of red banners and a few hundred people taking part, and everyone getting a bit wet.

Incidentally, there’s not necessarily much going on in our small capital – Copenhagen always appeared to me to be in many ways an almost dead city.

I’m talking of soul and spirit, ofcourse, and only in so far as we’re concerned with movies and theatre- and TV-plays, i.e. when the spoken word is involved.

The shallowness of the Copenhagen vernacular as it’s spoken in the movies and in TV- and theatre plays – ‘die Bühnensprache’ – is for me still rather startling, even after all these years; after all I’ve been living in the Greater Copenhagen area for more than forty years.

Ofcourse it’s not so with the graphic arts and with the music and opera scene. I believe Copenhagen is as admirable with respect to these arts as most everywhere else.

But you just have to watch a few danish movies to know what I mean – embarrassingly devoid of any traces of soul and spirit. (Generally speaking, no rule without exceptions, ofcourse).

Except if you reckon pathetic shallowness and/or Satanism and all sorts of allied perversities as your soul and spirit?

Personally I believe most of the missing soul may have gone up the chimney when Copenhagen had it’s natural roots from the easternmost part of (what was then also) Denmark brutally and permanently cut after the disastrous wars with Sweden in the mid seventeenth Century and later.

Now, the historians (or some of them at least) tell us there always was sort of an ethnic boundary down through the GreatBelt between the western part – Funen and especially Jutland – and the eastern provinces – Seeland and Skania. Which means that Copenhagen never got adequate compensation for the important but now lost Skania part of its soul and vitality.

You might perhaps compare this Great Belt boundary to the boundary between England and Scotland?

Incidentally you can just now ‘enjoy’ the spectacle of this discord between West- and East-Denmark. I’m thinking of the fight for power in the recently toppled ruling political party, Venstre.

Obviously the western – mostly Jutish? – fraction don’t really function in concordance with the eastern part, made up mostly of – more or less soulless? – ‘big city slickers’.

The former PM’s ‘city slickers’ want to reacquire government, no matter how and ‘no questions asked’.

Whereas many westeners still want to adhere to certain principles, be it within or without government.

Here we have to remind ourselves, ofcourse, of what morals and principles is really about: Morality means respect and responsibility for our common Cosmic heritage! That is, you have to try and always keep the big picture in mind so as to avoid getting bogged down in trifles and hankypanky.

But the danish Westeners are apparently more and more squeezed by their own ‘city slickers’, that perhaps increasingly acquire the soulless qualities of the New-World-Order globalists, that controlled the former govt. totally?

But luckily there are still a few living spots to visit for a musing book lover, and yesterday was the last day of the recent dutch book sale in the HeiligGeist Church Community House, a brisk 10 min. walk from here.

The final price was 5 Kr ($0,75), and I managed to make my escape with only one bagful of books. Here are a few of them.

1. PHYSIOLOGIE DE LA CRITIQUE. By Albert THIBAUDET. Paris, 1930, Editions de la Nouvelle Revue Critique. 213 p., paperback, original edition.

It seems the 6 essays in this trim volume were originally written before 1922; but only published in bookform in 1930.

My danish Gyldendals Litteraturleksikon tells this a.o.:

A.T., 1874-1936, critic, pupil of Bergson and his introspective point of view, somewhere between Lemaitre’s impressionism and Taine & Brunetiere’s positivism.

First success came with ‘La Poesie de Stephane Mallarme’, 1912. In 1936 posthum. was published his Histoire de la Litterature Francaise de 1789 a nos jours.

He is described as inciting and precise, both scientific and subjective.

From my Oxfort Companion to French Litterature:

A.T. – one of the foremost lit. critics of the first half of the 20th century. Became prominent with his book on Mallarme.

Later was professor of French literature in Geneva. His uncompleted History of French Litterature (above) groups authors by generation (1789, 1820, 1850, 1885, 1914-18) rather than in the usual epochs and literary affiliations. Other works for the most part essays and reviews, mostly for Nouvelle Revue Francaise.

Quite by chance we open the book on page 102, whence we can read (sorry, no diacritics – I’m writing Braille on a danish keyboard):

‘Cette critique des maitres, elle n’est pas une imagination de classificateur, une fausse fenetre que nous supposions pour faire pendant a la critique professionelle.

‘Elle existe au XIX’e siecle parallelement a l’autre. La chaine critique Chateaubriand, Hugo, Lamartine, Gautier, Baudelaire, Barbey d’Aurevilly, peut se comparer a la chaine de La Harpe, Villemain, Sainte-Beuve, Taine, Brunetiere, Lemaitre, Faguet.

‘Chateaubriand a baptise cette critique. Il l’appelle la critique des beautes. Mais on peut en discerner l’origine dans ce pre-romantisme que sont l’oeuvre et la conversation de Diderot. Sainte-Beuve l’a dit:

‘Avant Diderot, la critique en France avait ete exacte, copieuse et fine avec Bayle, elegante et exquise avec Fenelon, honnete et utile aved Rollin. Mais nulle part elle n’avait ete vivre, feconde, penetrante, et, si je puis dire, elle n’avait pas trouve son ame.

‘Ce fut Diderot qui, le premier, la lui donna… C’est bien a lui que revient l’honneur d’avoir introduit le premier chez nous la critique feconde des beautes, qu’il substitua a celle des defauts.’

>I think this is a very nice buy for seventyfive cents, and frankly I hope to live long enough to get around to scrutinize mr. Thibaudet more closely.

But life is fragile, lot’s of small cogs, levers and wheels have to work more or less flawlessly together to make it happen. I have – often enough, I believe – told about all the fancy kinds of malicious harassment that the DeepState has found pertinent to apply to myself throughout a couple of decades.

But yesterday they tried out a new one – that is, new for me. Someone (with an obviously ficticious name?) drew a small amount (110 Kr or abt. $15) from my Visa-card account.

Now, who might that be?

a) I ONLY pay by card on the internet in dealing with TWO businesses. They are no doubt both honest businesses. But ofcourse they may have Sayanim employed, able to tap their it-system for data.

b) But CIA/Mossad/PET taps (keylogs) everything I write on my keyboard, at least when writing at home; that’s why I try to write every blog post in a city café or burger bar. Having someone ‘hanging over my shoulder’ when writing cramps my style just a tad too much. Of course these shady agencies know ALL passwords I’ve ever used when at home!

c) An inside job? My bank, the old LANDMANDSBANKEN, may now in reality have been taken over by WallStreet. Some readers will perhaps suspect, like myself, that DANSKE BANK has been scuppered by the international money mafia, that has been cleaning hundreds of billions through the (then) Estonia branch. Very likely a malicious, concerted attack on Denmark and our leading bank by the internationally operating money mafia: think WallStreet – LondonCity – TelAviv – Moscow.

But the bank now seems to have been offered a cease-fire: The price? Accept a WallStreet-controlled banker as General Director (CEO)?

Perhaps we can already now follow the general drift of this kind of take over: All newly hired leading directors, operating directly under the new CEO, has, it seems, names perhaps implying an extended family relationship with the new CEO as well as WallStreet?

Of course these gentlemen cannot be expected to be friendly toward myself. Perhaps it’s no big deal to have one of this banks possibly many Sayanim create a bit of mayhem in my accounts? (Note 1)

But to our next seventyfivecents-book:

2. LA POSSESSION DU MONDE. By George DUHAMEL. Paris, 1924, Mercure De France. Paperback, 270 p. The cover quite shabby, but inside nice and the pages are not yet cut open.

The Oxford Companion says this (a.o.):

Georges Duhamel, 1884-1966, poet and essayist etc. He was an army surgeon during the first WW.

Published poetry from abt. 1907 and published books about his life as army surgeon in 1917/18, written with much compassion for the sufferings.

After 1920 his career was mainly literary, wrote mostly novels. Published books of literary critique in 1912, 13 and 25. Essays on various aspects of modern life, among which LA POSSESSION DU MONDE, that came in 1919.

Four vols. of reminiscences (Lumieres Sur Ma Vie, 1950). Finally came nature studies, poetry, plays, and in 1930 Scenes de la vie Future (danish ‘Red Dig, Europe’ (1931)), a warning against the overly mechanized society.

But it’s a bit ackward to shoose a specimen to quote, as the pages is not cut open, and I don’t have a penknife handy.
Hence here’s another quote purely choosen by chance (p.54, from the essay RICHESSE ET PAUVRETE):

‘Toutes les philosophies ont fait entendre magnifiquement ces verites immortelles. Que peut-on ajouter aux paroles de Marc-Aurele, d’Epictete, du Christ, en ce qui touche la vanite de ces richesses que la societe admet comme seules valables?

‘Mais les poetes nous ont dit: ‘N’abandonnez pas le monde, car il regorge de joies pures et vraiment divines qui seront perdues si vous ne les moissonnez pas!’

‘La voie qu’il nous serait doux de suivre croise parfois celle des chretiens, parfois celle des stoiques. Nous nous arreterons parfois au jardin des oliviers, parfois au seuil de cette petite maison sans porte et sans meubles ou vivait le maitre d’Arrien.

‘Notre chemin nous conduira plus souvent encore a travers les solitudes agrestes, ou au chevet d’un homme terrasse, ou dans la souriante demeure d’un humble ami, ou encore dans l’ombre melodieuse que peuplent a jamais les ames de Beethoven ou de Jean-Sebastien Bach.

‘Nous ne nous obstinerons pas, envers et contre la masse de hommes trompes, a posseder le connu, alors que l’inconnu reste sans maitre. Nous nous detacherons de la posssion brutale pour mieux rever a la possession intime.

‘Non, nous ne pouvons plus renoncer a notre royaume, alors qu’il nous reclame et chante, pour nous, hosanna!’

>Seems nice enough; but if I get around to reading more of La Possission du Monde it will probably be mostly to enjoy Mr. Duhamel’s very pleasing mastery of the french language: Clear and unpretentious.

3. L’ALITTÉRATURE CONTEMPORAINE. By Claude MAURIAC. Paris, 1958, Éditions Albin Michel, 259p. Paperback. Original edition. Cover slightly shabby, but inside very good.

Off hand I know nothing about M. Mauriac, and I have nothing in my dictionnaries, I’m afraid.

Here’s what the publisher says on the back cover:

‘Ou en sont les ecrivains dans leurs tentatives d’apprehension et de recreation du reel?

‘Qu’a-t-on cherche et decouvert de nouveau dans les lettres depuis Mallarme et Proust?

‘Le nouvel essai de Claude Mauriac fait le point des manifestations les plus avancees, les plus audacieuses, les plus neuves de la litterature d’avant-garde.

‘La litterature?

‘A ce mot trop souvent avili, Claude Mauriac en a prefere un autre qu’il a cree en usant de l’a privatif grec: l’alitterature.

‘L’alliterature, c’est la litterature en son point extreme de rigueur: pole jamais atteint en direction duquel les auteurs se sont toujours diriges.

‘Claude Mauriac a borne ses intentions a l’alitterature contemporaine qu’il etudie chez certains de ses representants les plus significatifs.

‘Ces auteurs enigmatiques et difficiles, dont on parle si souvent sans tres bien savoir qui ils sont et ce qu’ils font, les voici examines a la suite de leur predecesseur Kafka: Antonin Artaud, Georges Bataille, Samuel Beckett, Henri Michaux, Michel Leiris, Alain Robbe-Grillet, Nathalie Sarraute, d’autres encore.

‘L’alitterature contemporaine est un livre indispensable a la connaissance de la litterature contemporaine.’

>Here also the first paragraphs of the authors introduction:

‘Les expressions: ‘C’est de la litterature’, ou: ‘Le reste est litterature’ montrent a quel degre de complaisance est trop souvent tombe l’art d’ecrire. Tout en utilisant les procedes de leur epoque et en suivant peu ou prou les modes, les meilleurs auteurs ont toujours cherche a transmettre l’inexprimable par les moyens de la litterature mais, dans la mesure du possible, sans litterature.

‘D’ou le mot alitterature que j’ai forme a l’exemple d’amoralisme. L’a privatif, au lieu d’indiquer un manque designe toutefois ici une qualite, litterature, contrairement a moral, ayant dans cette acception un sens defavorable.

‘L’alitterature (c’est-a-dire la litterature delivree des facilites qui ont donne a ce mot un sens pejorativ) est un pole jamais atteint, mais c’est dans sa direction qui vont depuis qu’il y a des hommes et qui ecrivent les auteurs honnetes. Aussi l’histoire de la litterature et celle de l’alitterature sont-elles paralleles.’

>Finally, here’s a small sample quote from page 31:

‘Kafka fut le premier a signaler sa parente avec Kierkegaard: ‘J’ai recu aujourd’hui le LIVRE DU JUGE de Kiergegaard. Comme je le pressentais, son cas est tres semblable au mien en depit de differences essentielles, it est situe pour le moins du meme cote du monde. Il me confirme comme un ami…’ (21 aout 1913).

‘Il revient le 27 aout 1916 sur cette fraternite et l’inutilite des comparaisons insensees qu’il a coutume de faire entre Kierkegaard et lui. (Il y ajoute Flaubert et Franz Grillparzer). Nous devons surtout retenir cette indication sur les etres situes du meme cote du monde.

‘La encore, la surtout, le physique ouvre sur le metaphysique. Toute une race d’ecrivains de Kleist a Dostoiewsky vivent sur cet autre versant. Kafka fait penser a un auteur contemporain qui est bien de son espece, celle des endormis (mais il s’agit de l’autre sommeil), des reveurs eveilles, des David (combattant quel Goliath?): Julien Green.

‘Le sentiment d’etrangete a soi-meme et au monde (ce sont tous les deux des etrangers sur la terre); la toute particuliere importance donnee aux songes et la tendance a les juger d’une verite plus grande que la pretendue realite exterieure, bien d’autres trait encore rapprochent ces deux hommes.

‘Mangue il est vrai chez Kafka, tout au moins dans sa forme sensible, cette initiation au surnaturel qui caracterise Julien Green. Mais il a neanmoins ecrit: ‘Je vis en ce monde comme si j’etais absolument sur d’une deuxieme vie…’ (21 fevrier 1911).

‘Et ceci encore (qui pourrait etre de Green): ‘Comme j’aimerais expliquer le sentiment de bonheur qui m’habite de temps a autre, maintenant, par exemple…’ (16 decembre 1910).

>What made me buy the book, though, was mostly that GEORGES SIMENON appears among the 17 authors treated.

In my late teens and early tweens I read stacks of Simenon’s crime novels in french. It was probably mostly to hone my french rather than by an irresistable attraction to the plots, I think. Frankly I thought his books rather boring, and I certainly am not planning to read them again.

But reading twenty pages of critique of Simenon, the author, and his books – that I look forward to, and hope I may get the leisure.

4. BILAN LITTÉRAIRE DU XXe SIÈCLE. By R.-M. ALBÉRÈS. 1956, Aubier, Editions Montaigne. 272 p. Paperback, original edition.

Like for M. Mauriac I have no informations about this author, M. Albérès. The book seems to be another literary history of 20.century french poetry and fiction.

There’s a wast table of content on the last pages, too much to copy here. I have to contend with giving a very small sample quote from chaptre III, part 2.: ORIGINES ESOTERIQUES DE LA POESIE MODERNE. On page 145 you can read:

‘Le debut du XXe siecle opposait la critique dogmatique de Sarcey a la critique universitaire de Lanson, la critique systematique de Brunetiere a la critique impressionniste de Jules Lamaitre.

‘Ces divergences ont perdu leur sens. La critique savante a repris sa place d’element fondamental mais qui ne saurait se suffire a lui-meme. Le dogmatisme du gout a cede au sens de la relativite et a la modestie, tandis que l’impressionnisme se donne pour ce qu’il est: la reaction d’une sensibilite, dans un article de journal(?).

‘Pourtant M. Robert Kemp ou M. Marcel Thiebaut unissent avec charme des gouts personnels tres fins et des principes. Quant aux systemes, sauf chez les sartriens ou les marxistes, ils ont totalement disparu: il ne peut etre question que de methodes.’

Note 1.

It turned out, that my sixth sense didn’t let me down this time, either – what I’ve experienced is most likely (read: almost certainly) a malicious attack by Mossad and/or their friends?

But their attack on my Visa-card account was much more insidious and malevolent than I had expected off-hand.

After having detected the abuse of my card the same day as the money was drawn on my net-bank (10.Sept.), I immediately went to the bank, that (suavely, but coldly – I’m only a very, very small customer of the kind they dearly wish, would you please go to blazes?) helped me with blocking the card and making a complaint.

They informed me, that I would be told in 5 days at the latest, if the bank would accept ‘liabelity’ (i.e. reimburse the lost 110 Kr ($15)). Furthermore that I would get a new Visa-card in abt. 7 days.

The next day I read the email with their decision: that they ‘could see’ that my chip had been used in the transaction, whence they couldn’t reimburse me.

a) But they could ofcourse not ‘see’, that the chip on my card had been used in the transaction; because it has NOT been used. I’ve been in possession of my card at all times, have never, ever let it out of my possession.

What they perhaps could ‘see’ was, that it off hand appeared that my chip had been used. That’s another thing entirely, especially if you’re a fraud-department in a large bank.

b) I don’t believe this case is or can be the very first time this major bank experiences a case of expert hacking of an account to FAKE a Visa-card transaction in such a way as to make it appear the card-chip has been used.

If this is the case, it’s certainly a historical occurence; it may be, ofcourse, but I don’t off hand believe this possible.

And if it’s not the very first time it occurs, then I believe the bank should have informed me of this possibility?

c) Generally you and everyone else have to prepare yourself for it-fraud of this kind. The evil underworld – perhaps personified most conspiciously by Mossad and/or their friends? – have UNLIMITED rescources with respect to money, personnel, know-how and malevolence.

It’s a matter of course they can fix this kind of attack with no problem at all!

If the DeepState ultimately prevails with their evil plan to ban cash, then you and me and everybody else will be at the total mercy of the Mob! You will have no chance to protect yourself from their attacs!

Eventually I may have to abandon using a Visa-card (or any other card) entirely. This is, for now, barely possible for myself as I live frugally and almost always are able to pay with cash or bank transfer. For most people and families, however, it would probably be a catastrophe?

d) Hypothetically you cannot, perhaps, exclude the possibility that DANSKE BANK in some way – knowingly or unknowingly – may be conniving with and/or aiding and abetting the perpetrators?

Because one has to remember, that it should certainly be in the interest of the bank to save reimbursment payments, especially in cases implying pint size customers like myself? (Link 1)

Link 1.

No Eton Cut


Crossposted on www.gamleboeger.dk and

Swedbank – Lunar Lander Crash – NotreDame – Die Gnosis

(6.Sept./Orig. published 8.April.2019) Today is Monday and a very nice Spring day, albeit a bit on the chilly side.

The friendly folks at the Photograficadotcom camera store a short walk from the café in downtown Copenhagen where I’m writing this, today had a seemingly real nice Voigtlander Perkeo camera swimming around in the odds-and-ends box.

The Perkeo is a classic ‘square’ folding camera from the fifties. The film size is 120 roll film giving negatives 6 x 6 cm (2-1/2″ square). This particular model has the budget 3-element lens named Vaskar in a prontor 5-speed shutter.

The cosmetic condition is extremely good and everything seems to be in good working order. I look forward to put it through its paces.

However I have to admit I don’t have the best experience with the Vasker lens type. About 35 years ago I owned a likewise quite beautifully preserved folder, i.e. the Perkeo’s big brother in the 6 x 9 cm size and also with the Vaskar lens.

But no matter what devices I invented and how clever they were administered it was to no avail – I never ever managed to get a single sharp picture.

But old lenses, and especially the simpler types, may be prone to relatively large variations from specimen to specimen when put to task in practical photography and I hope today’s find will surprise me positively – please. The investment was just around 15 dollars.

Today I’ve brought three more ’75-cents-books’ from the December close-out sale in the Vangsgaard store in the CoalMarket to run through my micro-micro-review robot.

But firstly lets cast a quick glance at a few recent tweets (may not yet be tweeted). As usual the asterix * indicates the tweet, and a chevron > my comments.

* Kirstjen Michele Nielsen was born on May 14, 1972, in Colorado Springs, Colorado, to Phyllis Michele Nielsen and James McHenry Nielsen, both United States Army physicians. Nielsen’s father is of Danish ancestry while her mother is of Italian descent (Wikipedia)

> Mrs. Nielsen was until April.7 Secretary of Homeland Security for somewhat more than one year. Off hand I would guess she may well be the highest ranking US-government person from (partly) Danish stock, as her paternal grandfather seems to have been Danish.

I don’t count Jeff Bezos of Amazon lore in this connection, as he’s a private business man. But I seem to remember he had either grandparents or great-grandparents in Denmark?

But does the US-President or rather his backers really hate the Danish? They don’t like mr. Bezos and they certainly don’t like mrs. Nielsen. Also it appears his backers definitely don’t seem to like our Queen, based on their quite uncouth demeanor toward her recently?

Incidentally it could perhaps appear generally to be somewhat perilous just now to be a top leader and of female Danish stock at the same time? (The following isn’t from a tweet, though, but a headline from one of the Danish newspapers):

* ‘SWEDBANK FYRER DANSK TOPCHEF’. (Swedbank fires their Danish General Director)

> Swedbank is among the three largest Swedish banks. It was consolidated by uniting two large saving-banks, ‘Sparbanken’ and another whose name elopes me at present.

From these two countrywide saving-banks thus – a trifle mysteriously perhaps – ermerged a very large business bank, one of whose recent CEO’s reportedly had a close (business?) relationship to certain WallStreet billionaire investor-tycoons.

But on account of certain CEO-problems there was a clean out in the board and a Danish woman was appointed as general director (CEO) a few years ago (Link 2).

Several large Nordic banks seem to have recently been targeted by shady money men wanting to launder billions of dollars. And the boards of the banks in question seem to have been quite clueless and unsuspecting of the wast, shady money flows?

Perhaps you can’t blame the gentlemen and -women of these boards; after all, who wouldn’t become a bit conceited and unsuspecting of the hard laws of the Universe if you regularly and legally could create money – to the tune of billions or trillions – out of thin air?

If there has in fact been a concerted attack (link 1) on Nordic banks from the wast shadowy world of shady billionaires – read WallStreat-London-TelAviv-Moscow – who claim they are ‘doing gods work’ and hence of course are operating completely above and outside the law of ordinary Earthlings, – then the planning and coordinating cabal will most likely never be exposed, much less apprehended?

But why is that? Simply because its the same shady money men and their billions that on a Global scale run most governments – including the Nordics – by way of certain contrievances, among which psychic terror by the Illuminati-Cabal (Link 7) and the Global allotment of retirement jobs – the so-called fat-cat-jobs: Can anyone spell to NASO and Save-The-Quids, by the way – seems to elude myself right now?

Hence it stands to reason that no real investigation will ever be instigated, much less actually carried through.

Also one can’t help wonder if we’re perhaps in fact dealing with more or less the same networking of shady money men and billionaires that in recent years have fraudulently drained the Danish national tax dept. of tens of billions?

I’m not sure I’ill long for Mrs. Bonnesen a lot, however. I was living in Helsingborg, Sweden for a decade until about 30 years ago, and still maintain a small account with the Swedbank branch there; I have even – somewhat foolishly, perhaps – maintained my safe deposit box account with the branch, located abt. 30 miles from where I now live. (link 2).

But a few months ago I got letter from the management, that box rent would immediately be raised from abt. SKR 850 to SKR 1800 (ca. $200) per annum! That’s a raise of about 112% – and that’s a lot…

(Isn’t it in fact a raise so considerable that you perhaps ought to suspect a cabal? I mean, could it be, that the (NWO-puppet?) Swedish Government would be particularly happy if I would please come storming into a border-check set-up?).(Link 8)(Note 1)

* UK’s Home Office said it’s also seeking to tackle the spread of ‘fake news’ and interference in elections.
In short: wholesale government censorship under the guise of cracking down on the private sector.

> It seems the UK now goes nuclear for censorship. The tell tale is the mention in passing of ‘fake news’. Because ‘fake news’ is entirely undefined, and thus can and will be applied to almost ANY written message – except ofcourse their own or ‘friendly’ governments official propaganda releases, so eagerly gobbled up by the mainstream press?

* Trump’s Neocons See Erdogan As Their Ticket To A Region-Wide MidEast War
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-04-07/trumps-neocons-see-erdogan-their-ticket-region-wide-mideast-war (Link 3)

> This is almost a given if we look back on a couple of Globally very important developments from a few months ago.

Please compare my blog post from last December 28. (whence I repeat the highlights concerning the recent G.20 conference):

*In early a.m. of Wednesday Nov.28.2018 I had a clairvoyant vision of the US-President donning his new, green Chinese generals uniform. The Uniform was however in Russian Style. Thats why I tweeted that same wednesday that Xi and US are going to embrace in #G20 and split up #Russia:

*(28.Nov.2018) In early a.m. there were rumours in the ether that US & Xi are going to embrace at G20. The split: US to have Europe to Urals, Xi to have Siberia to Urals and IL gets MiddleEast?

>The above two tweets seem to have made quite an impact. You can follow a bit of the resulting panic reaction here:

*Trump Cancels G-20 Meeting With Putin

*One Snub Too Many: Kremlin Sours On Trump As “Patience Coming To An End”
“We can do ‘give and take’ but not ‘give and give’.”

(Please see the full thread below – Note 2)

My guess is it has come as a real nasty surprise for both Mr. Putin and Mr. Erdogan, that their partners in both East and West were connieving to cut them out of the global NWO cabal?

I mean, realistically you have to surmise they are both NWO (New World Order) men and accordingly almost certainly hadn’t expected to be not only cut out of the cabal – but even set up to be robbed blind?

If China and the US/IL split up Russia in ‘Chinese-Siberia’ and ‘US/IL-European-Russia’ (a là Ukraine) where would Mr. Putin and his lieutenants be in that equation?

And when IL is to have the Greater Middle-East – where would that leave Mr. Erdogan and his generals?

Furthermore my guess is that Mr. Putin and Mr. Erdogan are perhaps both a tad too honest for the NWO-cabal and consequently perhaps had expected a certain level of honesty from their partners-in-cabal?

* “I Am An Assassination Risk”: Julian Assange And Ecuador’s Attorney General Face Off In Leaked Transcript.
“It’s not a joke. It is a serious business.”

> But certainly! If you’re not an assassination risk – you’re a fraud. (Which I don’t imply, you are!)

* Top Bond Strategist At World’s Largest Asset Manager Says ECB Should Buy Stocks Next.
“That would basically signal to me that, again, we are at the end of the world rather than things are getting better.”

> Exactly what does it mean when Central Banks buy stocks?

Simply, that the chosen few – the multi-millionaire and billionaire stock-holders – will tolerate no risk of loss of their own! The money-printing Central Banks have to relieve these ‘investors’ (read ‘billionaire-gamblers’) of their worthless stocks in their overly indebted, asset-stripped companies.

And every time the central banks print a few billions the value of YOUR savings and YOUR salary are shrinking correspondingly: The new (in reality counterfeit!) money STEAL their value from YOU – that must necessarily be so, as the money-printers do not create real values concurrently with printing.

Incidentally housing, any type of housing, become priced absolutely out of reach for your children and grandchildren.

* On 8.April.2019 in early a.m. had clairvoyant vision of half a dozen (or more) ‘devils’ with flames emanating from or above their heads seated around table in a dark coven- or cavern like room: Hell on fire?

> Looks like the Emperor of the Underworld and his entourage of Black-Magicians are perhaps ‘inflamed with fury’? (Link 4)

Hopefully they won’t unload their fury on Aangirfan for her/them gracefully having admitted my blog to the April issue of their much admired list of critical blogs http://aanirfan.blogspot.com/2014/04/links.html

Like they did a few months ago, and possibly on account of a comment of mine on the Aanirfan blog relating to the CERN Large Hadron Collider

Louis Sancho and the CERN/LHC

Or on entirely innocents:

* On 6.April.2019 in early a.m. had clairvoyant vision of my niece and nephew both having their (public service/government) jobs closely examined.

> It’s almost as important – or even more so – for the masters of the underworld to hit a targets family or friends. Why is that? Partly because it’s the apex of evil to hit the entirely innocent! (Link 5). And Evil is the supreme objective of our deranged Global leaders. Remember – THEIR supreme leaders are in fact Robots! (Link 6)

Furthermore ‘human Robots’ feel inferior to humans. Except torturing and killing the innocent make them feel superior to humans; humans have empathy and cannot torture or kill the innocent.

*(10.April.2019) This morning had an intriguing (perhaps clairvoyant?) dream:

I and ‘associates’ were about to leave a room or shelter after a (nuclear) war, or perhaps after a space voyage?. We were anxious to learn if we could see the sky when outside. We could, but it was murky and sombre all around.

A few ‘entities’, i.e. human-like figures were roaming the wildernes outside; they had a certain type of hat, that I recognized as being just like my own except for a small color pattern. They seemed neither aggressive nor friendly. Were they aliens? Were they robots?

One of the women wanted to fraternize with these entities, because ‘that’s what she was supposed to’, but was warned to stay away by a leader, that asked everyone to go inside again.

> If this strange dream has any bearing whatsoever upon the Israeli Lunar landing module that catastrophically crashed on the moon the next day – of that I have basically no idea (see below, though).

But that the equally catastrophical terrorist shooting in SriLanka ten days after the crash has just that – well about that I have just a faint idea, I’m afraid?

But now let’s consider the above intriguing dream somewhat closer with respect to a hypothetical bearing on the Lunar crash.

Dreams are most always many faceted with respect to content and meaning – somewhat like a holograph: A slight change of point of view may give additional information. Here’s an interpretation from a slightly changed perspective:

a) My mind was with other minds in a confined space.

b) We (i.e. all these minds) were set to leave the room, and were anxious if it would go well.

c) Once outside we met, or feared to meet, entities that in reality deterred us from staying outside.

d) These entities looked much like myself.

Here’s one stab at cracking the code:

Ad a) and b) – Some important minds in mission control in IL may have had myself in mind also, while watching the Lunar lander descend; if they hadn’t had me in their (perhaps subconscious) minds, I could not have been there telepathically.

Ad c) and d) – Some entities that the minds in mission control perceived to be much like myself were feared to could possibly prevent the lander (the minds behind the lander) from fulfilling the mission and explore the ‘new world’.

> This tentative decoding attempt necessarily presupposes 1) that aliens were feared by mission control to plan to make – and in fact eventually made the Lunar lander crash and 2) that (someone in) IL mission control consider myself to be (more or less) ‘an alien’; or at least, perhaps, as communicating with aliens?

But how on earth is that mindset possible?

Firstly – there is (or was) something about an ancient prophesy with respect to King David, Jutland and IL; I’ve alluded to this once before (Link 9, scroll way down). I don’t know whence this prophesy originates, and I’ve only learnt about it by telepathy.

Secondly – I’ve repeatedly designated humans as ‘earthlings’. Just attempting to obtain the birds eye perspective, I’m afraid, but may look suspicious to some people?

Thirdly – Once I had – and have in fact reported about – a dream vision, that to some inquisitive minds just might imply a telepathic message from (real) aliens? (Link 10, scroll down).

> By the way one has to remember that the IL Lunar lander crash was the second catastrophe in recent IL space program. The first was the giant ‘communication’ satellite that crashed more than one year ago. Hence the IL space program direction may naturally have become somewhat paranoid?

Sadly both the terrorism in SriLanka on 21.April as well as the destruction of NotreDame in Paris on 15.April tend to support the above tentative interpretation. That is if the two terror attacks should be interpreted as revenge terrorism?

Why is that? Simply because all three events – the Lunar lander crash, the SriLanka terrorism and the torching of NotreDame – are connected by my person, albeit very, very indirectly. Here’s how.

In another blog post (Link 11, Danish) I’ve established beyond resonable doubt that I have one or more Danish seventeen-century kings among my ancestry. Perhaps – just possibly – as many as half a dozen ancestry lines to the Danish Royal house, which would make it a somewhat special case.

Obviously I have no idea if the Danish Royal House are aware of this. They may be, ofcourse, and if so it’s a given that the international SecretService community will know. That’s because the telephones (and perhaps the rooms) of the Royals are certainly tapped or bugged by rouge CIA/Mossad fractions (note 3).

Should the Royals ever have taken a certain interest in my person as a blogger, it would be tantamount to painting themselves as a target for revenge by said rouge agents.

Now, the hit in SriLanka targeted the (reportedly) very best friends of our Crown Prince; three of the friendly family’s four children were killed.

The torching of NotreDame in Paris occured on the day before our Queens birthday; as close as you could reasonable get – if the birthday itself had been choosen, it would have been too obvious!

The Prince Consort (now deceased) of the Queen was french, of course.

But now my micro-micro-review robot will present three more 75-cents-books for you; however these will probably be the last from the December close-out:

1. THE BOOK OF INSULTS – ANCIENT & MODERN. (An amiable history of insult, invective, imprecation & incivility (Literary, political & historical) hurled through the ages & compiled as a public service) by NANCY MCPHEE. 1978, Paddington Press Ltd., A Jonathan-James Book, NewYork & London, 160 p. softcover.

Surely one of the most entertaining books I’ve come across for some time. There are four chapters:

I. I’ll tickle your catastrophe! (An introduction to the wonderful world of bombast, invective and ab use in all its forms, on every subject under the sun).

II. I would the gods had made thee more poetical (Writers, critics and sardonic onlookers use all their verbal skills as they indulte in literary feud and character assassination).

III. The land God gave to Cain. (An unpatriotic trip around the world as one country and city after another is vilified by its own citizens and outraged foreigners).

IV. Of the badness of the government (Everyone has always agreed that the government is bad and the politicians are rotten – including the politicians themselves).

There is also an index of authors, sources and subjects.

Here are a few samples from part II (that takes up 45 pages).

a) ‘A thorn in the side of the complacent for more than half a century was the Irish-born playwright and critic-at-large, Bernhard Shaw. Shaw’s views on just about everything set Establishment teeth on edge.

‘Many of Shaw’s own plays received a (equally) nasty welcome:

‘Superabundance of foulness … wholly immoral and degenerate … you cannot have a clean pig stye’
‘Smells to high heaven. It is a dramatized stench.’

(from Newspaper reviews of Shaw’s Mrs.Warren’s Profession, 1905)

b) ‘This was a form of rough justice, for Shaw himself did not hesitate to criticize other writers. He was (also) fastidious about the smallest details of how his own work was presented:

‘A more horrible offense against Art than what you have put … on the cover of the Essays, has never been perpetrated even in Newcastle. I reject your handbill with disdain, with rage, with contumelious epithets….

‘Of the hellish ugliness of the block of letterpress headed ‘What the Press says’, I cannot trust myself to write, lest I be betrayed into intemperance of language … Some time ago you mentioned somethings about changing the cover … This is to give you formal notice that if you do anything of the sort … I will have your heart’s blood’.

(Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Letter to his publisher).

c) ‘Shaw’s self-satisfaction and self-appointed status as a gadfly invoked the wrath of a wide assortment of detractors:

‘An Irish smut-dealer’ (Anthony Comstock, 1844-1915).

‘An idiot child screaming in a hospital’ (H.G.Wells, 1866-1946).

‘George Bernard Shaw, most poisonous of all the poisonous haters of England; despiser, distorter and denier of the plain truths whereby men live; topsyturvey perverter of all human relationships; menace to ordered social thought and ordered social life; irresponsible braggart, blaring self-trumpeter; idol of opaque intellectuals and thwarted females; calculus of contrariwise; fliplpertygibbet pope of chaos; portent and epitome of this generation’s moral and spiritual disorder’. (Henry Arthur Jones, 1851-1929).

d) ‘Gosse was particularly outraged by the publication of James Joyce’s monumental Ulysses. As far as he could understand it, he disapproved of it. So did almost everyone else – including, surprisingly, D.H.Lawrence, who found the work immoral:

‘The last part of it is the dirtiest, most indecent, most obscene thing ever written. Yes it is, Frieda … it is filthy.’

‘My God, what a clumsy olla putrida James Joyce is! Nothing but old fags and cabbage-stumps of quotations from the Bible and the rest, stewed in the juice of deliberate, journalistic dirty-mindedness.’ (D.H.Lawrence, 1885-1930).

‘But Lawrence’s characteristic attitude was one of rage against all the dolts who would not appreciate him:

‘Curse the blasted, jelly-boned swines, the slime, the belly-wriggling invertebrates, the miserably sodding rotters, the flaming sods, the snivelling dribbling, dithering, palsied, pulseless lot that make up England today.

‘They’ve got white of egg in their veins, and their spunk is that watery it’s a marvel they can breed. They can nothing but frog-spawn – the gibberers! God, how I hate them!

e) ‘Leading the field as a one-man demolition squad was the cantankerous Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881), who, afflicted by cronic dyspepsia, suffered fools not gladly and his fellow writers hardly at all:

‘Charles Lamb I sincerely believe to be in some considerable degree insane. A more pitiful, rickety, gasping, staggering, stammering Tomfool I do not know’.

‘Gladstone appears to me one of the contemptiblest men I ever looked on. A poor Ritualist; almost spectral kind of phantasm of a man … (On William Ewart Gladstone)

‘I have no patience whatever with these gorilla damnifications of humanity’ (Thomas Carlyle on Charles Darwin).

Regrettably, I have to stop with these few samples so as not to risk being accused of plagiarism. Quite a buy for 75 cents – one might almost think no other burghers in our small capital understands English?

2. DIE GNOSIS. Von Hans Leisegang. Leipzig, Kröners Taschenausgabe, 1924, 404 p., org. cloth.

There are 12 chapters; here is a small sampling from chapter 12 – ‘Pistis Sophia’ (‘Glaube, Weisheit’) (page 350ff):

‘Pistis Sophia ist der Titel eines gnostischen Werkes in koptischer Sprache, das gegen Ende des 18. Jahrhunderts von einem Engländer Dr. Askew in Aegypten gefunden und 1851 von dem deutschen Professor Petermann zom ersten Male herausgegeben wurde. Es ist das einzige gnostische Buch, das uns vollstaendig erhalten ist…..

‘Der das Ganze zusammenhaltende Gedankengang ist folgender: Jesus erzaehlt im zwoelften Jahre nach seiner Auferstehung seinen auf dem Oelberg versammelten Juengern die Reise durch die Welten der Aeonen (ewige Geistwesen) und Archonten (Beherrscher des Kosmos), deren Macht er gebrochen hat.

‘Bei seinem Aufstieg begegnete ihm die Pistis Sophia, deren Schicksale ausfuehrlich geschildert werden. Sie hatte einst im dreizehnten Aeon (Ewigkeit?) ihren Wohnsitz und blickte auf zu dem Licht in der Hoehe, vom Verlangen nach der oberen Lichtwelt erfasst.

‘Dadurch zog sie sich den Hass der Archonten der zwoelf Aeonen zu. Unter ihnen wird man die den zwoelf Tierkreiszeichen entsprechenden Beherrscher des Fixsternhimmels zu verstehen haben. Zwischen ihm und dem Lichtreich, im Orte der Mitte, ausserhalb der durch den Sternenhimmel begrenzten Welt, wohnt die Sophia.

‘Durch ein Irrlicht wird sie in die Welt hinabgelockt und in die Materie verstrickt. In ihrer Verzweiflung schickt sie dreizehn Bussgebete an das Licht in der Hoehe und bittet um Erloesung von den Nachstellungen (persecutions) ihrer Feinde.

‘Als das neunte Bussgebet erklungen war, wurde Jesus auf Befehl des ersten Mysteriums in die chaotische Welt hinabgesandt. Er laesst die Pistis Sophia aus dem Chaos in einen der Welt entrueckten Ort versetzen.

‘Eine Reihe von Hymnen schickt Pistis Sophia als Dank fuer ihre Rettung aus der Not zu Gott empor. Zuletzt steigt Jesus auf und fuhrt die Pistis Sophia in ihren frueheren Wohnort, den dreizehnten Aeon, zurueck.

‘An den ihnen Erschienenen aber richten die Juenger und Maria weitere Fragen ueber die Beschaffenheit der oberen Welt, die art der Wirkung der verschiedenen Mysterien des Lichtes, die man kennen muss, um in die einzelnen Raeume des Himmels eintreten zu koennen; sie fragen nach den sittlichen Forderungen, die an den Mysten gestellt werden, nach der durch die Mysterien zu erlangenden Suendenvergebung und den Strafen, die in den aeussersten Oertern der Finsternis gebuesst werden muessen. Auf alles erhalten sie die ausfuehrlichste Belehrung.

‘Man ersieht aus diesen Fragen, was fuer den Gnostiker wichtig und wesentlich war. Es geht um das Heil der Menschenseele. Soll sie dieser Welt entrinnen koennen, so muss sie Gnosis besitzen.

‘Gnosis (Wissen, Erkenntnis) aber ist hier nichts anderes als Magie: Kenntnis der okkulten Wirkungen der Mysterien, Kenntnis der magischen Mittel, durch welsche die einzelnen Raeume des Himmels der aufstrebenden Seele erschlossen und die Kraefte der Archonten gebannt werden. Hierzu aber muss sie selbst rein sein, sie muss sich – und das wieder auf magische Weise – die Suendenvergebung sichern.’

> The above extract is less than 2 pages of the 40 pages of the whole chapter 12.

There is also an index and a helpful list of ‘gnostic words’.

It’s an outwardly very unasuming little book, printed on the poor paper quality typical of the 1920s in then economically destroyed Germany.

But seemingly the author is a true scholar, clearly able and willing to enlighten the reader. Hans Leisegang (1890-1951) was professor of philosophy at the universities of Leipzig, Jena and – after the war – in Berlin.

3. A FRONT SEAT AT THE OPERA. By George R. Marek. NewYork, 1948, Allen, Towne & Heath. 307 p., full cloth.

There are five parts:

I: A Few Glances at Opera in General.
II: Operas in Particular.
III: Some Composers.
IV: Opera in America.
V: The Public, Performers, and Performances.

From part I, p.27 – The Forgotten Man of Opera:

‘Can you tell me offhand who wrote the libretto for La Traviata or La Bohème or Rigoletto?

‘Of all creative occupations, that of the libretto writer seems to be least grateful. Anyone who has ever tried to write words to be sung knows what a devilishly difficult job that is.

‘What Mozart said still holds true – that is, that in opera the text has to be the obedient daughter of the music.

‘But for all the obedience, ingenuity and work that have gone into opera librettos, most of the writers (there are exceptions) have not only earned no fame, but are solidly wrapped in such obscurity as used to be proverbial of the vice president of the United States. Most people who go to the opera do not even understand the words they wrote – let alone remember their names.’

> An interesting issue. When listening to Opera on my radio I’ve often been starkly irritated by having to suffer being dragged through endless accounts of the silly stories that make up most operas. For me the music and melodies were always of preeminent importance.

Note 1.
‘I’ill call myself a conspiration theorist if you call yourself a coincidence theorist’. (John Judge)

Note 2.
Please compare my blog post from last December 28. (whence I repeat the highlights concerning the recent G.20 conference):

*In early a.m. of Wednesday Nov.28.2018 had vision of US-President donning his new, green Chinese generals uniform. The Uniform was however in Russian Style. Thats why I tweeted that same wednesday that Xi and US are going to embrace in #G20 and split up #Russia.

*(28.Nov.2018) In early a.m. there were rumours in the ether that US & Xi are going to embrace at G20. The split: US to have Europe to Urals, Xi to have Siberia to Urals and IL gets MiddleEast?

>The above two tweets seem to have made quite an impact. You can follow a bit of the resulting panic reaction here:

*Trump Cancels G-20 Meeting With Putin

*One Snub Too Many: Kremlin Sours On Trump As “Patience Coming To An End”
“We can do ‘give and take’ but not ‘give and give’.”

*Trump told Erdogan in the Dec. 14 call, “OK, it’s all yours. We are done.”
Turkey Says US Agreed To Vacate Syrian Kurdish Enclave As Ground Attack Imminent

*(The Race to Obfuscate: Meng Wanzhou The Red Herring?)
What does NOT make sense is that the arrest happened on Saturday and markets did not find out about it until Wednesday night.
This is where what had to be a massive conspiracy of silence begins to raise some interesting questions.

*And then? Come G20, ‘nothing’. Trump stalks the edges of G20 looking tense and defensive. He was no alpha-male, dominating these events. He looked crocked. It was all a bit of a dud, really

*The Presidents of two pre-eminent military and nuclear powers, who sit astride major geo-political faultlines, and who need to talk, circled each other, closed-faced, and without stretching out hands – they could not find even, the subterfuge for sitting together.

*Jatras concludes, more in sorrow than in anger, “it would be only a small exaggeration to say that with respect to foreign and security policy, Trump is now a mere figurehead of the permanent state. Even if Trump and Putin do happen to meet again, what can the latter expect the former to say that would make any difference?”.

>Also the former insider, gen. Wesley Clark, is obviously confused. He would be, ofcourse, because he haven’t had a chance to read my blog (unlike a few other top players), hence he simply don’t know the lay out:

*Ex-NATO Commander Wesley Clark To CNN: Did Erdogan Blackmail Trump?
“Was there a payoff or something? What was it? Why would a guy make a decision like this?”

> And almost as insanely as tellingly, the US is now again preparing new sanctions on Russia – while concurrently doing everything to negotiate a trade deal with China. Sadly, on this issue nothing of real importance has changed materially since December 28th!

Note 3.
But haven’t the Danish SecretService informed and warned the Royals about being tapped and bugged? No, ofcourse not. Almost all national secret services are NOT feeling any allegiance to their nation or head of state – whatsoever.

They feel allegiance to the international secret service community. Period. The I.S.S. – a pestering sore of foulnes! (Link 12)

Link 1.

Disruption and Wispy Trails (Upd.)

Link 2.
Sverige, Oh Sverige.

Helsingborg’ske shenanigans? (updated)

Link 3.

Link 4.


Link 5.

The Nice Crowd

Link 6.
The Robots’ Cash Ban

Link 7.


Link 8.

Le Marechal Soult – and other fatalities

Link 9.


Link 10.
Disruption and Wispy Trails (Upd.)

Link 11.
Bogsamlere Uden Bøger (rev.)

Link 12.
Madame de Staël – Proust – Russia’s Rockets – CIA’s Hit Teams (upd.)


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The Summer Cabin – Charles Lamb – Johanne Louise Heiberg – Rudolf Schmidt – Proust

Today is Tuesday, and it’s nice out there! This Sunday, i.e. day before yesterday, I had the great pleasure being invited by my old friend J.A. to join him in an outing to his summer cabin a few miles west of Greater Copenhagen.

His cabin is on a plot of land taking up more than one acre, and the house is brand new with all reasonable amenities.

We breezed out there in his sleek BMW and stayed for about five hours.

There is a small lake on the parcel, and most of the plot is surrounded by old, real tall treas. You might perhaps regard it as a very large voliere, sort of? Except there was absolutely no birds; nil! Which frankly surprised me somewhat.

However there were lots of frogs and some insects, although perhaps mostly wasps? But it again begs the question – why no birds?

After 2-3 hours of mowing the giant lawn and all, we had one or two hours of leisure.

J.A. – like most of my old friends – is an avid and gifted amateur photographer, whence it pleased us both to inspect my ‘new’ Canon 20D digital SLR, that i had just bought that Saturday for a very reasonable 75 Kr ($10), without the lens (Note 1).

The flea-market seller insisted it was working all right. But after having charged the battery at home it turned out it didn’t; although after having manipulated the wheels and buttons and controls it slowly came to life again, and is now working fine. Probably a case of a bit of dirt and other coatings on electrical contacts.

The day was a great opportunity to get lots of real fresh air down into your lungs; also I got a chance to drive a tractor mower and push another, smaller specimen of that particular race.

I missed the birds, however, and I learned I should probably never buy a summer cabin for myself. Because I’m afraid I’ll much rather sit in my dusty and cramped living room reading books than on a tractor mowing lawns?

That same night I had a lot of quite muddled and disorderly dreams, which surprised me slightly. I mean, after having absorbed all this fresh, oxygon rich air, you would expect your spirits to have become more sound and healthy than the other way around?

One short dream stood out, however. I dreamt I was helping J.A. pulling up weeds around the hut. But the weeds were trying to pull me down into the ground with them, instead.

This strange dream has made me wondering if the sinister party that torched J.A.’s old cabin half a dozen years ago (Link 1) might perhaps have cast a hex on the place – just for good measure? Also I noted that J.A. seemingly didn’t enjoy staying inside the cabin at all.

At any rate I’m not sure I should accept another invitation to visit this cabin, even from friendly and always helpful J.A.

Yesterday the books in the Dutch book sale in the HeiligGeist Church Community House are 25 Kr each ($4). I bought a handfull, among which:

1. THE MEMOIRS OF ERNEST A. FORSSGREN – PROUST’S SWEDISH VALET. Edited and annotated by William C. Carter. Yale University press – NewHaven & London, 2006. 164 p., illustrated, hardcover & dustcover. In condition like new.

From the dustcover:

‘The memoirs of Ernest Forssgren (1894-1970), the young Swede who served as Marcel Proust’s last valet, provide new insights into Proust’s life and death.

‘Previously, Forssgren’s memoir has been published only in excerpts, in French, with serious omissions and alterations.

‘To have this memoir and the ancillary materials made available is important for Porust scholarship, and of considerable interest for a general public endlessly fascinated by Proust.

‘It should also attract those interested in American immigrant history and sociology, and those who enjoy variations of the ‘upstairs-downstairs’ theme.’

Here’s a specimen quote from page 84/85. Sorry, it’s not from his Paris days with M.Proust, but from his arrival in NewYork in April 1915:

‘It was the day after landing in NewYork and time to look for a job. I had been told the best place to get work in private service was the Seeley employment agency on West 52nd Street.

‘I had the same luck there as I had when I first arrived in Paris. I was sent to interview a Mrs. V. who lived in a mansion only a few blocks away.

‘She belonged to NewYork’s top 400. By a strange coincidence she knew Prince Orloff and had been entertained in his palace in Paris.

‘She was pleased with my very excellent European references, but remarked how badly I spoke English; so she switched to French which was as bad as my English, as far as the accent was concerned.

‘If I was satisfied to take the position at $50 per month and ‘all found’, I could start the next day, to which I agreed.

‘She rang for her butler, an Englishman, of course, and told me I was to address him by his surname J. according to English custom. I had been engaged and would he please show me my duties.

‘He was the typical English gentleman’s gentleman of impressive appearance. He was my height and yet was able to look down on me, which he did by the simple expedient of tilting his head backwards and looking down his nose.

‘The effect awed me to the point I wanted to address him ‘your majesty’ or at least your highness, but to call him plain J., I couldn’t think of it, at least I couldn’t settle for any less than Mr. J., rules or no.

‘He told me of my duties and finished by saying: ‘You speak English very badlai’, for which compliment I thanked him, but he did not catch on – what englishman could? ‘You must improve quicklai as you will be required to answer the telephoun and receive guests.’

‘He introduced me to the footman who had ushered me into the presence of the lady of the house, a pleasant appearing young man, a Scotsman, and I felt we would get along well.

‘He showed me my room which was very nice, and gave me some pointers about the rules of the house and told me I had to address the butler and ladies’ maid by their last names.

‘He showed me the help’s dining room which also served as the help’s sitting room. He introduced me to the ladies’ maid who was having a cup of tea. He had warned me I had to be especially respectful to her.

‘It seems she had been the personal maid of the ‘Duchess of Uppermost’, of London and Kent. She was frightfully upperty. I was thinking that something of the Duchess must have rubbed off on to her, a more duchessy lady I had never seen.

‘How could I call her just plain H.? I decided as for the butler and the ladies’ maid, it would have to be Mr. J. and Miss H. A more ducal pair I never saw.

‘They had their own little dining room, the three of them, Mr. j., Miss H., and Mademoiselle. They could not be expected to eat with the common servants. They were waited on by the kitchen maid the same way as the employers were waited on by the butler and footmen.’

2. THE ESSAYS OF ELIA and the LAST ESSAYS OF ELIA. & MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS & SKETCHES. (2 Vols.) By Charles Lamb. With an introduction by Robert Lynd and notes by William Macdonald. Illustrated with photogravures and drawings. London, 1929, J.M.Dent and sons. Hardcover, full cloth. The cloth bindings just a tad shabby, but inside both volumes almost like new.

Here are a few highlights from my ‘Readers Encyclopedia’:

Charles Lamb (1775-1834), Eng. essayist of the romantic period. His essays known for their humor, whimsy and faint overtones of pathos.

He was also a perceptive critic and wrote in a vivacious, ideosyncratic style.

Much loved for his personal sweetness and good humor.

Being a stammer he couldn’t qualify for a University position and worked as an accountant for the East India Co.

Here’s a specimen from vol. 2 (above), p.160 – the sketch ‘Charles Lamb’s Autobiography’:

‘Charles Lamb, born in the Inner Temple, 10th February, 1775; educated in Christ’s Hospital; afterwards a clerk in the Accountant’s Office, East India House; pensioned off from that service 1925, after thirty-three years’ service; is now a gentleman at large, can remember few specialities in his life worth noting, except that he once caught a swallow flying.

‘Below the middle stature; cast of face slightly Jewish, with no Judaic tinge in his complexional religion; stammers abominably, and is therefore more apt to discharge his occasional conversation in a quaint aphorism, or a poor quibble, than in set and edifying speeches; has consequently been libelled as a person always aiming at wit, which, as he told a dull fellow that charged him with it, is at least as good as aiming at dulness: a small eater, but not ((small)) drinker; confesses a partiality for the production of the Juniper-Berry; was a fierce smoker of tobacco, but may be resembled to a volcano burnt out, emitting only now and then a casual puff.

‘Has been guilty of obtruding upon the public a tale, in prose, called Rosamund Gray; a Dramatic sketch, named John Woodvil; a Farewell Ode to Tobacco, with sundry other Poems, and light prose matter, collected in Two slight crown Octavos, and pompously christened his Works, tho’ in fact they were his Recreations; and his true works may be found on the shelves of Leadenhall Street, filling some hundred folios.

‘He is also the true Elia, whose Essays are extant in a little volume, published a year or two since; and rather better known from that name without a meaning, than from anything he has done, or can hope to do, in his own.

‘He also was the first to draw the Public attention to the old English Dramatists, in a work called ‘Specimens of English Dramatic Writers who lived about the Time of Shakspeare’, published about fifteen years since. In short, all his merits and demerits to set forth would take to the end of Mr. Upcott’s book, and then not be told truly….’
(Charles Lamb, 10th Aprilo, 1827)

Finally yet another 75 cent book from the previous sale in the HeiligGeist Church House, this summer.

3. HAANDTEGNINGER. Af Rudolf Schmidt. 1881, København, 431 p. Bound in plain half-cloth.

For me it’s not the 11 novels in this small volume that’s interesting. It’s the authors incription on the titel page: ‘Til Fru J.L.Heiberg’.

And although hardly anyone nowadays has ever read or just heard of the author, Rudolf Schmidt (1836-99) many, or even most Danes will still know Mrs. Johanne Louise Heiberg (1812-90) by her name and profession – the famous actress. Here are a few highlights from her biografy in my Dansk Biografisk Haandleksikon (from the Danish):

Born i Copenhagen in a home of small means, that suffered much during the English bombardment of Copenhagen a few years before she was born.

Her father was reportedly rather weak, whence her vigorous mother took over; she even held open an inn during the summer season in the amusement park on Dyrehavs Bakkerne North of Copenhagen.

Not yet 11 years of age Johanne performed for the first time on the National Theatre in Copenhagen in 1823, and the following year as solo dancer.

In 1829 she was appointed Royal Actress at the Royal Theatre in Copenhagen and especially in the 1840s and 1850s she became the driving spirit of the Danish National scene.

Only certain women figures by Holberg and in particular Oehlenschläger’s Nordic lasses she did not master, reportedly.

From 1867 she jobbed as instructor but from 1874 she retired altogether from the scene, after having served it with an excellence as nobody before her.

She also was a giftet writer, particularly her letters and memoirs are noteworthy.

Among her less admirable qualities was her difficulty accepting anyones right to be hinting her not being the greatest. Nevertheless she was regarded as one of the greatest Danish women through the ages.

In 1831 She married the equally famous Danish author Johan Ludvig Heiberg (1791-1860).

I wonder how many books from her personal library are still extant?

Here a few highlights from Dansk Biografisk Haandleksikon’s biography of Rudolf Schmidt:

Born in Copenhagen as the son of a poor cobbler family. He was supported by friendly mentors, f.i. the redoubtable literary critic from the newspaper ‘Fædrelandet’, Clemens Petersen.

In the academic battles of the 1860s about the relation betw. faith and knowledge, idea and reality he advocated the philosophy of Rasmus Nielsen against theology (Scharling) and freethinkers (G.Brandes) in a suite of spirited and cleverly written articles.

He was one of the editors of the journal ‘For Idé og Virkelighed´(1869-73) and he here wrote another suite of valuable pieces.

He also wrote poems, stories and plays. While travelling in Europe in 1880 he began writing novels, the first volume of which was HAANDTEGNINGER (above).

As translator he introduced Walt Whitman into Denmark. Finally he wrote valuable articles of literary critique.

He appeared concurrently with Georg Brandes but ended up in bitter opposition to this great Danish critic, who eventually overshadowed him.

I’ve tried reading a couple of the novels in HANDTEGNINGER, and no doubt Mr. Schmidt had a supreme command of the Danish language. But I have to once more admit that fiction is simply not my cup of tea, whence I see no reason giving my opinion of one of more of the novels.

Note 1.
The Canon Eos 20D was introduced in 2004 as a medium priced option. Costing almost $2000 (in Denmark) it sported still useful 8MP but only a 1,8″ display (that’s almost useless in bright light outdoors). It’s a rather heavy camera but like all Canon digital cameras I’ve ever tried or heard of – old or new – it makes beautiful colours.

Link 1.
Småting og bagateller (2)


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