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Christian Sehestedt – Johannes V. Jensen – M. Goldschmidt

(12.Jan.2020) Today is Sunday and it’s a bit drizzly out there. But with 4 deg.C and just a light wind otherwise really quite nice for a midwinter day on 56. deg. northern latitude.

That’s exactly the same words with which I began my last post. And quite appropriate, as the weather today must be very nearly like Friday before last. Perhaps a tad less murky, though.

But it’s been raining almost continously since that Friday; in fact it almost seems we now have a rainy season instead of winther proper in Copenhagen.

Today is also the last day of the dutch book sale at the HeiligGeist Church a short walk from the burger bar where I’m writing this.

It’s the friendly folks from the Forum Antiquariat that have been keeping station in the Church Community House for the last fortnight. Today the price is 10 DKR (which translates to about 1,50 Dollars). Here’s some of what I found.

1. EN STATSMAND OG DIPLOMAT – FRA HOLBERG-TIDEN. By Th. THAULOW. København, 1949, Haase & Søn, 157 p. Hardcover.

This volume, bound in contemporary half-calf, is very nicely kept externally, and internally almost like new. It has a stamp on its back as well as on a flyleaf with the name of the Royal Garrison in Copenhagen – a stamp to be found in several of my books, by the way.

Whence it seems the Ministry of Defence is able and willing to sell the books their various libraries want to get rid of; whereas the Danish State Archives (Rigsarkivet/Statens Arkiver) as well as the Copenhagen City Library can only ‘holocaust’ them!

‘Holocaust’ means ‘to burn (a living entity) to ashes as an offering to the Gods or Idols’ (it’s originally an Old Testament thing, I believe?).

Books are ‘living entities’, and to ashes they were transmuted – 490.000 books worth of ashes! (link 1, below)

Hence you have to infer, I suspect, that the Ministry of Defence is not (yet) populated by traitors and barbarians? Although the DeepState ofcourse is working hard to remedy this anomaly (whence the ‘yet’ in parenthesis).

Some of you may remember that the Danish Defence Intelligence Agency (FET) got a civil director in place of the customary high ranking officer a few years ago?

And why is that so important, you may ask? Simple – You would no doubt be hard put to corrupt our national body of officers sufficiently to fill up the military Intelligence Agency with traitors and rascals working for the DeepState more or less exclusively: an international family of rogue Intelligence Services controlled by the DeepState? – or perhaps even by the Mob?

(Just for the record: I certainly do not imply, that the current leadership of our Military Intelligence Agency are traitors and/or rogues! But I do imply, that this would eventually be the case if the agenda of the DeepState (are they perhaps running Denmark to this very day?) is ultimately allowed bo be fulfilled.)

But back to Mr. Thaulow (1882-1961) and his book. He was an officer of the Danish State Telegraph office and an avid (amateur) historian, with several substantial works to his name.

(Matter of factly I made a note of his main data (as likewise for the other authors mentioned in this post) – but ofcourse I forgot my notes when leaving my flat; you’ll remember, perhaps, that I have to write everything for my blog in burger bars and cafés, as I am and have been closely and malevolently surveilled and spied upon in my flat for many years (acoustic and keylogger surveillance at the very least!). It’s both irritating and dangerous, but ofcourse also a tad flattering: without a shred of doubt it designates you as a (very) important person!)

Mr. Thaulow was married to an offspring of the Sehestedt family from the Ravnholt estate on Funen, whence perhaps his incitement for writing the present book. Here’s the first paragraph of what he says by way of introduction:

‘I Ravnholt Arkiv paa Fyn findes fem dagboeger fra 1696-1702 og 1720-30, et par private brevjournaler og kopiboeger samt en del breve, koncepter og kopier, efterladt af af den kendte statsmand og diplomat, geheimeraad Christian Sehestedt til Nislevgaard og Ravnholt (1666-1740).

‘Disse arkivsager giver mange interessante og for stoerstedelen ret ukendte bidrag ikke blot til en karakteristik af geheimeraaden, men ogsaa til belysning af hans tids personalhistoriske, kulturhistoriske og politiske historie. Det har været hensigten med denne bog at udnytte dette stof til et stykke tidshistorie med ham som den centrale skikkelse.’

2. DANSK-FRANSK ORDBOG. By Andreas Blinkenberg og Poul Høybye. Grundlagt af Margrethe Thiele. 3.ed. 2. vols. København, Arnold Busck, 1975. 1043 + 1015 p. Hardcover.

These two volumes has only very small signs of use and constitutes, I believe, the most recent edition of this massive french and danish dictionary.

And massive it is: The more than 2000 pages are printed very, very tightly on thin, but heavy paper, making the books rather cumbersome. Frankly my guess is this dictionary may have no peer or even match of its kind anywhere in the world; it’s that substantial.

I have for many years owned the previous, one-volume edition (incl. its supplement). But this two-volume edition for 20 Kr (3 dollars) is simply a steal! (A quick check has confirmed that a set like this would normally be priced at around 400 DKR (60 dollars), pre owned).

3. PISANGEN. Myter, Femte Bind. By Johannes V. JENSEN, København, Gyldendal, 1932, 150 p. Hardcover.

An original edition of this work by Jensen, who in 1944 received the Nobel Price for Literature.

For good measure it’s very nicely bound in half-calf. It has the inscription of one ‘Ellen Henriques – 24.April.1932’ on a fly leaf.

PISANG is reportedly the name of a malay plant family, to which the banana belongs.

I would have liked to skim – or perhaps even read – these essays myself; but I fear I may have to present it to a niece of mine.

But imagine: An original edition of one of our internationally renowned authors, and very nicely bound, for just 1,50 dollars!

4. JOHANNES V. JENSEN – 1873 * 20.JANUAR * 1943. København, Gyldendal, 1943. 237 p. Beautifully bound in light-brown calf.

This work was published as a present to Jensen on his 70th birthday. Among the contributors are: Hans Hartvig Seedorff Pedersen, Otto Gelsted, Johs. Brøndum-Nielsen, Hartvig Frisch, Felix Nørgaard, Johs. Brøndsted, Hans Hvass, Knudåge Riisager, Aage Marcus – and lo-and-behold – Alf Henriques with an essay: Mytedigteren.

We remember, that PISANGEN (Myter, above) has been owned by Ellen Henriques; and as there were several other Jensen-books, many beautifully bound, during this sale in the HeiligGeist Church house, it’s perhaps reasonable to ask if these books have come from the Henriques-estate – one way or another?

Alf Henriques (1906-76) was a prominent literary historian; and my hunch about Ellen Henriques turned out to be propitious, as she was his (second) wife.

5. KEJSER FREDERIK 2.s KORSTOG OG KAMPENE MED IBELINERNE. By Filip Af Novara. Oversat af H.Bach. København, Gyldendal, 1946, 146 p. Soft-cover.

I may own this slight volume already? But what caught my eye was a paper slip with a pencil-drawn outline of some of the ancestors of Emperor Frederik 2. – or rather his queen (one of them) – Isabella(2).

The pedigree delineated is like this: Isabella(2) – Johan af Brienne – Marie of Montferrat – Konrad of Montferrat married to Isabella(1) – Amalrik(1) married to Maria Komnena.

The Komnena’s is an interesting family, said to have many modern rulers among its progeny; most Persian rulers, for instance? Reportedly they claim descent from King David.

Many readers will know Anna Komnena and her memoirs from the period aound the first crusade.

6. DANMARKS HISTORIE, By F.C.Dahlmann. Efter den tydske Original ved Major v. Jenssen. 3 vols. 1840,1841,1847. 672, 695, 666 p. Bound in contemporary half-calf.

These three volumes likewise carry the stamp of the Royal Copenhagen Garrison. They are very well preserved, outside as well as inside.

The author, Friedrich Christoph Dahlmann (1785-1860) was born in Wismar/Mecklenburg. But as his mother had roots in Holstein (then part of the Danish Kingdom), he became associated with Denmark.

He was a history professor in Kiel/Holstein and later in Göttingen. His ‘Geschichte v. Dänemark’ (History of Denmark/Danmarks Historie) was considered to be an original and very respectable work. It appears to be complete with above three volumes. It covers the period from our ancient history and until the closing of the middle ages (1523).

It’s incredible to have found this quite uncommon set for 4,50 dollars in all – and in very nice condition, to boot. But due to my missing notes I have to postpone giving sample quotes to another rainy day.

7. VEJEN TIL SWANN. Paa Sporet Af Den Tabte Tid (vol.2). Af Marcel PROUST. Transl. by Chr.Rimestad. København/Oslo 1932, Martins forlag. 317p., nicely bound in contemp. half-calf.

My kid-sister has asked me to keep on the look out for a lacking volume of this work. And although it’s not this vol.2, I thought she would like this very nice specimen of the first danish edition.

As I’ve professed time and again in my blogposts I don’t (now) read fiction; I hardly ever did, by the way, except for the classic american detective novels (link 2). I remember being presented with ‘Ben Hur’, the novel, on my 12th birthday. I was quite surprised and disappointed and frankly haven’t read the book to this day. Only recently I found out who was the hero, the setting and the plot.

From what little I’ve learned about Mr. Proust’s great work I have a distinct feeling it would be a particularly dreary drudge if I ever had to peruse it closely. Especially, perhaps, because it would annoy me greatly to have to surmise and hypothesize who the key figures in his novels might possibly be intended to delineate!

However I have a small volume with his critique of the great literary critic, Sainte Beauve, that I’m looking forward to peruse closely.

8. NORD OG SYD. Et Ugeskrift. Red. og udg. af M. GOLDSCHMIDT. First and second volume, København, Sept. – Dec. 1849. bound together in one volume. 442+148 pages, hardcover.

This volume is reasonably well kept, and (frugally) bound in contemporary half-calf.

I also found volumes 4, 5, 7/8. All likewise bound in contemporary half calf.

Vols 5 and 7/8 are not from the same lot as the previous. Both are somewhat nicer bound, although vol. 7/8 is badly water stained inside. Vol. 5 has a stamp on the title page with the initials and crown of a noble (a baron); no doubt the most prominent of the letters is an R – could it perhaps be the author Palle Rosencranz, a baron? Frankly I’m unable to decode the lot – but perhaps there is also an L before and after the R? (incidentally: M.Goldschmidt’s mother was L.L.Rothschild; she died in 1870. I do not know if she was a Baroness).

Meïr Aron Goldschmidt (1819-87) was one of the leading authors, and perhaps the most gifted journalist, of his time.

He subsequently published several papers/magazines, of which ‘Nord & Syd’ was the third and last. He was a sharp critic and satirist, also wrote about the plight of his fellow jews.

For me his ‘Erindringer og Resultater’ (Memoirs and Results) are perhaps most attractive. But there is surely also much of interest in Nord & Syd, although ofcourse much is now out of date and thus barely comprehensible for the modern reader.

Here’s a few sample quotes from Nord & Syd, vol.7, 1855. Purely by chance I opened on page 189 (G. is talking about one of his critics, DAGBLADET’s editor, Bille):

‘DAGBLADET er deres blad! Det er ret som skabt for Dem og De for Dagbladet.

‘Baade om disse smaaborgere og om disse storborgere og matadorer gjaelder, hvad Custine siger i ‘Romuald’: ‘Saavel i religionen som i politiken seer jeg misundelsens aand paa bunden af alle bevaegelser (revolutioner). Borgerfolkene ere i endnu hoeiere grad end adelen indtagne imod lighedsprincipet – nemlig mod lighed med folk, der i stand ere under dem; men de vove ikke hoeit at tilstaae deres lyst til at blive foretrukne og privilegerede. De ere undselige aristokrater’…

‘For begge er DAGBLADET det fortraeffeligste blad (FAEDRELANDET er af sine gode dage blevet tungt og haemorrhoidalsk, det har nok sindelaget, men et hoeist ujevnt humeur). DAGBLADET tjener begge klassers instincter med en veverhed, der er ligesaa beundringsvaerdig som comisk, f.ex. ved dets evindelige aristokratisk-lakerede feide med transtoevlerne og mester Geert Winther, paa samme tid som det i sand og skjoen bourgeois-vaerdighed tordner mod aristokratiet i de hoeiere samfundsklasser.

‘Og laeg maerke til, hvordan det forstaaer at privilegere sig. Om enhver anden, der angreb ‘Bondevennerne’, vilde det bevise, at han havde reactionaire sympathier; om enhver anden, der angreb godseier-aristokratiet, vilde det bevise, at han havde paadraget sig forpligtelser til Bondevennerne; om enhver anden der anbreb og latterliggjorde Grundtvig, vilde det bevise, at han var unational; anbreb han derimod det latinske sprog, universitetet o.desl., vilde det bevise, at han var en barbar.

‘Men selv kan det voltigere mellem alt dette og ydermere vise de forhadte aristokrater den opmærksomhed at omtale deres fashionable baller, soireer o. desl. – det hoerer til geschaeftet, til at vinde abonnenter, ligesom den franske romanfeuilleton og ligesom aftrykket af den handelsliste, som dets concurrent maa betale med nogle hundrede rigsdaler, og som det har taget gratis….af hoeist politiske grunde.’

(p.191) ‘Som sagt, herr Bille tillader herr Ploug at tale med. Vi andre skulle af den lille tyran underkastes den chinesiske tvang og kun have lov til at stemme absolut ja eller absolut nei, og tyrannen er ikke engang mandig, modig, hoeihjertet, saa at der blev noget respectabelt ved hans comiske arrogance; men han er plebejisk og feig: han lyver om sin fjende….

‘Det vilde vaere urigtigt at paastaae, at DAGBLADET bliver redigeret ganske uden talent, og at det ikke undertiden siger noget rigtigt. Men det er ingen kunst at sige noget rigtigt om en sag, naar man ikke bekymrer sig om at sige alt det rigtige, naar man er ligegyldig for, hvad man fordoelger, hvad man overdriver o.s.v.

‘Det er ogsaa maerkeligt nok, at et blad, der redigeres af unge mennesker, har saa lidt friskhed, medens man ikke kan naegte, at det er meget firskfyragtigt. Den egentlige friskhed hos unge mennesker, der fremtræder i literaturen, skulde bestaae i kjaerlighed til sandhed, begeistring for det retfaerdige, en vis ridderlig upartiskhed. Hos DAGBLADET er alt saadant druknet i den meest hensynslaese partiskhed, som jeg nogensinde har seet, og som ikke vrager noget middel.’

9. BIDRAG TIL FREDERIK 2.s OG ERIK 14.s HISTORIE. Af Frede P Jensen. 1978, København, Den Danske Historiske Forening. 173 p. paperbound.

I have found nothing about the author. Here is the first paragraph of authors preface:

‘Medens litteraturen om Erik 14. er omfattende og mangesidig kan dette ikke siges at være tilfældet for Frederik 2. vedkommende. Den danske konges liv har savnet de dramatiske momenter, der kendetegnede hans svenske fætters og modstanders biografi, og har ikke i samme grad appelleret til historikernes fantasi. Med nogle faa undtagelser er Frederik 2.s historie i dette aarhundrede kun blevet taget op til behandling i oversigtsarbejder.’

A sample quote from p.76:

‘Peder Oxe-biografien er ogsaa gennemsyret af den forestilling, at al vor fortraed var tysk. Naesten intet tysk finder naade for Troels-Lunds oejne. En gennemgang af bogens personkarakteristikker viser at tyskerne staar for det broesige og overmodige, det sleske, det drabelige, hvorimod det danske vaesen karakteriseres ved soliditet og jaevnhed, djaervhed og lune.

‘Ud fra den forudsaetning at Oxes hovedindsats faldt under og efter en langvarig krig med Sverige kunne man have ventet, at den dansk-svenske modsaetning havde faaet nogen plads i fremstillingen. Men der synes ikke for Troels-Lund at have eksisteret nogen reel modsaetning mellem de nordiske lande.

‘Vi laeser ikke i Troels-Lunds bog om Gustav Vasas eller Erik 14’s danskerhad eller deres oensker om at erhverve de oestdanske provinser. Den nordiske syvaarskrig skildres af Troels-Lund som en fejlslagen erobringskrig, anstiftet af en barnagtig og aerelysten tysk fyrste, Frederik 2., der bag sig havde en krigerisk kamarilla af tyske raadgivere og lykkeriddere.

‘I og med at det svenske medansvar for syvaarskrigens udbrud blev ladt uomtalt er det klart, at vi staar over for den holdning, der ogsaa kom til udtryk i ‘De tre nordiske Broedrefolk’: at de nordiske folk alene kunne foere krig mod hinanden, naar tyske anstiftere stod bag.’

Link 1.

The Autodafés and The Secret Courts of Law in Denmark

Link 2.

Hammett’s Plots


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Rosenørn – Niels Bohr and Einstein – Quantum Theory

(3.Jan.2020) Today is Friday and it’s a bit drizzly out there. But with 4 deg.C and just a light wind otherwise really quite nice for a midwinter day on 56. deg. northern latitude.

In the HeiligGeist Church community house, a ten min. walk from the café i’m writing this, there’s a new dutch booksale going on. Today the price is 30 DKR (abt. 4,50 dollars).

While browsing the tables on the first day of the sale, Saturday last, I happened to notice one of my favourite history books:


But as the (outside) condition of the paper-bound book was (and is) quite shabby, and as I already own a specimen, I thought I might take a chance and wait until prices had halved about a week later, i.e. today.

So here we are; it turns out the book is very nicely preserved inside, being certainly unread as no part of the book has yet been cut open.

The principal text of the book is only 112 pages, but followed by abt. 85 pag. with notes and abt 70 pag. of general register. The gen. register covers both vol. 1 (not present here) and this vol. 2.

Both volumes are rather uncommon, except I should say vol. 1 is really quite rare. There are two editions of vol. 1: A slight volume from 1873 (of which I’ve never seen another apart from the one I own) and the twice as voluminous edition from 1887 (of this I think I’ve perhaps only seen one specimen for sale in the last half dozen years).

Especially the 1887 edition is shock full of facts and discussions you are hardly likely to find anywhere else. But as the author was not a professional historian – being a ‘prefect’ in part of Jutland (Randers) – professional danish historians have studiously endeavoured to avoid mentioning his name or work for at least a century. University ‘doctors’ don’t accept laymen to better them! (a fact I’ve learnt myself, the hard way).

I don’t remember to have ever seen him or his work mentioned in any danish historical examination of the period in question – the years leading up to and around 1340, although almost certainly none would have known the period better than this author.

I’ve seen him mentioned in one swedish historical study and ofcourse he may be mentioned in one or more newer (or older) danish works not known by me.

Especially the notes are rich; here’s a – quite arbitrarily found – specimen quote from page 184-5 (skipping the references):

‘Randers enge følger Gudenå øst og vest for byen, men det af fjorden opstemmede vand oversvømmer dem ved højvande, således at jorden ikke kan dyrkes som mark. Der har da dannet sig en først meget senere bebygget grønning langs Guden(åen), ligesom ved Perth langs Tay.

‘Her norden ved Randers Strand afholdtes mødet (mellem Grev Gert og Niels Ebbesen), og er Niels Ebbesen for at komme dertil ventelig gået over Limfjorden mellem Hals og Storvorde, så at han over Refsnæs gennem Hr.Peter Vendelbos og munkenes besiddelser har kunnet nå til bispeborgen ved Østrup.

‘Ligesom Aarhus Capitel her havde et canonicat Aalbæk, saaledes haves udfærdigelser af Aarhus biskop daterede Østrup, f.ex. biskop Svens brev af 10de Juni 1333, hvorved prior Mathæus i Randers bemyndigedes til at skøde gods i Rougsø og Hald herreder til Aarhus capitel.

‘Ruinen af denne gamle bispeborg ligger paa generalstabens kortplan ‘Hadsund Essenbæk’ lige syd for Støvring præstegaard kort neden for Grønhøj (200 fod). Borgen laa saaledes 5 smaa fjerdingvej Øst for Nord for Randers, lige Nord for Albæk Lo ikke langt fra Albæk kirke og tæt ved et højdepunkt, hvorfra man ser Randers.

‘Voldstedet ligger paa Jens Skjødts – den vestligste Gaard i Østrup lige op til gaardens længer. Efter meddelelse af Kammerherre, amtmand Hoppe er enden af voldstedet skaaren igennem ligesom med en grusgrav, og manm saa da i 1894 enden af fundamenterne af en meget betydelig mur, der har gaaet fra Nord til Syd, og hvis grund er af store kampesten 3-4 alen tyk.

‘Forhv. skolelærer i Ramten, Nissen, der gentagnende har undersøgt forholdene, meddeler, at der kun er et urørt parti af borgpladsen tilbage i dennes nordvestlige hjørne 150 alen langt c. 80 alen bredt, bevoxet med store træer og mange buske, formentlig svarende til 1/6 af ruinens oprindelige størrelse.

‘Hele borgpladsen har en længde i nord og syd af omtrent 400 alen og en bredde i øst og vest af omtr. 280 alen. Graven har en skrænt mod borgpladsen af 9-14 fod. Afstanden mellem de to fundne mure er 25 fod, formodentlig husets bredde.

‘Den ældste bygning synes ødelagt ved brand, thi i grunden til det nyere hus, der siges nedbrudt 1551 af lensmand Hans Stygge, ses et betydeligt kulblandet lag med spor af stærk brand.

‘Fra Østrup førte vejen gennem de østre landsbyer og iøvrigt mest i skellet mellem ager og eng ind til Randers og det store Graabrødre Kloster, syd for hvilket mødet sandsynligvis fandt sted.’

Here’s the last paragraph of the principal text (p. 112):

‘Men af Niels Ebbesens Saga og Valdemar Atterdags Historie kunne vi tildels belæres om, at til at bevare sit land kræves et fast sammenhold mellem alle folkets classer, troskab mod kongehuset, et dygtigt diplomati, en til farvandene svarende søstyrke, en tapper og øvet hær samt vel valgte faste punkter, men først og fremmest en urokkelig beslutning ikke at opgive sig selv’.

At least the last sentence is still very true, obviously. Only you have to accept, I’m afraid, that the Danes have now finally ‘given up on themself’: They have accepted to be merely serfs and vassals of foreign nations, – haven’t they?

2. THE QUANTUM STORY – A History in 40 Moments. By Jim BAGGOTT. Oxfort University Press, 2011/13, Paperback, 469 p.

This large volume appears to be new and unread. Here’s what they say on the backcover:

‘A highly original and engaging account of the most important theory in science’.

‘A truly exceptional book’.

‘The history is as complex and involved as the theory itself, and Jim Baggott’s history-through-vignettes approach brings out a wealth of fascinating detail about the personalities, philosophies and rivalries that guided its course.’

‘Baggott navigates successfully between the Sculla of mathematical rigor and the Charybdis of polular nonsense.’

‘It is often utterly counter-intuitive; somethimes downright bizarre. Physicists ponder its meaning while delighting in its ability to account for the world at the smallest scales. It is quantum theory, and this book tells its story.

‘Presented here in 40 episodes spanning from 1900 to the present, it is a story of exhilaration and despair, of spectacular successes, and the profound challenges remaining today. It features a roll call of great physicists, including Planck, Schrödinger, Heisenberg, Bohr, Einstein, Feynmann, Gell-Mann, Weinberg, Bell, Leggett, and Higgs. But centre stage is the physics itself, and the unfolding of the most beautiful and astonishing concepts the scientific world has ever seen’.

As I’m writing this in downtown Copenhagen the following sample quote may perhaps be appropiate (p.109f) (note 1).

‘Although they were not particularly concerned to devote much time to the elaboration of their philosophy, the physicists of the Copenhagen school were nevertheless aware that their interpretation created considerable problems for the understanding of what constitutes knowledge at the quantum level and the methods of its acquisition. Heisenberg in particular made it his business to raise awareness of these issues in his many public addresses on the subject.

‘The Copenhagen interpretation essentially states that in quantum theory we have reached the limit of what we can know. To try to go beyond the limits is pointless: how can we ever hope to know something that is unknowable? The argument is that any attempt to introduce a new concept to describe an underlying independent reality inevitably involves a reworking of familiar classical concepts and a descent into metaphysics.

‘We always return to the idealized concepts that summarize the fullest extent of our knowledge – waves and particles.

‘This interpretation requires that we accept that we can never ‘know’ quantum concepts. They are simply beyond human experience and are therefore metaphysical. A quantum entity is neither a wave nor a particle. Instead we substitute the appropiate classical concept – wave or particle – as and when necessary.

‘Compare the statement cedited to Bohr:

‘There is no quantum world. There is only an abstract quantum physical description. It is wrong to think that the task of physics is to find out how nature is. Physics concerns what we can say about nature.’

The next chapter of the book ‘Quantum Debate’ has on page 121:

‘Bohr wasn’t sure what to make of Einstein’s remarks. ‘I feel myself in a very difficult position because I don’t understand what precisely is the point which Einstein wants to make’, he said. ‘No doubt it is my fault’.

Just a few remarks:

‘- we can never ‘know’ quantum concepts. They are simply beyond human experience and are therefore metaphysical.’

Remark: by ‘know’ the physicist and/or mathematicians understand ‘something you can express accurately in the language of mathematics’. But certainly humans (but not robots) can know many things not to be expressed in or with numbers.

For instance I once told a female friend where and with what kind of company she had been the night before and how the house looked and it’s neighbourhood. She was understandably shocked, and asked: ‘HOW can you know this?’

Yes, how can you? 1) You have knowledge in your genes (instinct and more?). 2)You may have a sixt sense (from your genes or from telepathy?). 3) You may have the gift of clairvoyance (often from telepathy)?

Incidentally it’s an interesting thought that humans may really more or less experience the world – i.e. have their consciousness INSIDE atoms (and other small particles). That is, we may sense the world from within the atoms, ‘observing’ from inside and out?

But the quantum theorists always talk about observing and measuring particles from or on their outside surface. Even if these humans are in a certain, convoluted way experiencing the world from inside ‘atoms’.

Obviously it’s natural for quantum theorists, like it is for example for photographers, to observe and record the surface of things and to learn about the world only from observing its surface.

However this is merely the modus operandi when left brain dominated humans (and robots) investigate their world. (Link 1)

But some esoteric masters (‘metaphysicists’?) have always insisted, I believe, that ‘atoms’ are living entities. Hence should have consciousness and be able to sense their surroundings.

Compare that the quantum theorists tell us, that quantum particles in fact react to just being observed.

Note 1.
One of my mothers fourtythree cousins was working as a post doctorate researcher (in chemistry?) at the Niels Bohr Institute here in Copenhagen. I never met him, and what makes him worthy of mention is mostly the fact that he appears to have been a voracious book consumer. His kid sister has told me he had his small appartment fitted out with book cases like in a public library; that is the book cases were placed at the walls as well as in the middle of the room. (Link 2)

Link 1.

Photography, Your Brain and Napoleon

Link 2.
En minderune


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The Autodafés and The Secret Courts of Law in Denmark

(15.Dec.2019) Today is Sunday and it’s windy out there!

This afternoon my old friend JA called me for a chat. He’s now pensioned from his life-long job as civil servant, worked in the danish state/govt. archives.

In passing he told me the archives, including their public sections, recently (albeit under the previous ‘center-right’ administration) got a new superintendent.

It seems this S.I. was hired even if having no background as a historian – or perhaps precisely because of this?

It furthermore seems one of the first initiatives of this person – or is ‘it’ in fact a robot? – was to discard the complete hand-library of the State Archives (Rigsarkiv).

We are talking about at least 40.000 volumes, many of which would have been old and rare and perhaps well nigh unobtainable today?

Just to put the size in perspective: A large, private book collection, accumulated in a family home, might typically run into one tenth – i.e. perhaps 3-5000 volumes.

5000 volumes in a private home would normally necessitate three average sitting-room-sized rooms plastered with books from floor to ceiling on all four walls except for a window and a door in each rooms!

Hence 40.000 volumes is a lot – and would perhaps translate to at least 40.000.000 DKK (or abt. $6 million) if it was to be founded again?

For instance a large part of the library was beautifully and solidly leather bound by expert craftsmen. Althogether, restablishing a nearly identical library might perhaps more likely run into anywhere between 50.000.000 and 100.000.000 DKK today?

This large, culturally and financially highly valuable library was just put on fire!

No kidding!

And just for good measure the staff was reportedly not allowed to partake in the autodafé, for fear ‘they would try and save a few of the books’.

No kidding!!

So what do we have here? Barbarians? Morons? Haters of everything Danish? Haters of all culture and danish culture in particular? Haters of our danish identity? Haters of danish traditions and our danish nation?

Or perhaps just insane disrupters – including stupid and irresponsible recklesness? The previous govt. erected a so-called ‘Disruption Task Force’, one of whose high profile members publicly trumpeted that ‘we ought to burn everything down every 7 years’ (was never refuted by her president of the board or any govt. minister, including the then PM, I belive)(link 1).

Do we perchance discern a ramification of the increasingly ubiquitous Moral Antimatter (link 2) – because there is scarcely no way this autodafé can be spun as not being highly immoral?

Question upon question. Was this Chief Inspectors employer – the accountable govt. Minister and/or his PM – possibly in fact working for the mob? Did the government perchance specifically order this library burned to ashes, basically to gratify their hypothetical, supreme master’s insidious craving for distruption and destruction of everything culturally valuable in Denmark?

(To name just a few samples of detrimental asset-stripping of our danish cultural identy, property and wealth: The disruption of our nationwide Local Democracy – The Mint (Den Kongelige Mønt) – The Serum Institute (Statens Serum-Institut, an important medical/scientific asset on a giant property situated abt. one km from the downtown Copenhagen City Hall, and sold to a MiddleEastern buyer for a fraction (one fourth?) of its billion-DKK value) – DONG – NETS – the Postal Services (with their many, partly historical trophy properties), and so on and so forth. Someone is working dilligently to dismantle Denmark completely as a nation – aren’t they?)

Incidentally – could the autodafé-responsible minister conceivable have been the first president of said ‘Disruption Task Force’, who eventually became Minister of Research and Science (if memory serves me?)?

This gentleman is, I’m afraid, a slightly unusual person? For instance many danish readers will remember how his arrival to his first (and only?) Royal Banquet was a somewhat painful spectacle.

He managed to arrive when everyone else, including the Prime Minister, had arrived and the staff and the TV-cameras were expecting the Royal hosts.

But up came our disruption-troll, with his bosom bare for good measure! He attemted a joke to the Royal Master of Ceremonies, who ofcourse had to ignore him completely.

Off hand I would expect such a blatant disruption – or perhaps just pitiable lack of situation awareness? – to indicate an obvious degree of left-brain dominance? (link 4)

Anyway – even if it turns out the responsible or irresponsible minister was another person entirely, this is really of little consequense as it won’t bring back the library from the ashes.

By the way – one is reminded about how the Copenhagen Central Library a couple of years ago discarded – in fact likewise put on the fire! – nearly half a million volumes of their books! Question: Who conceived this idea and who ordered the autodafé?

As the saying goes – ‘where they burn books, they’ll soon be burning humans’.

But now on to our next issue – let’s take a quick look at a few recent ‘Tweets’ of mine. As told, after more than 30.000 tweets and abt. 1100 followers the friendly folks at Twitter has shut me out from my account, whence I cannot now and at least until further notice update my twitter account (@gamleboeger). (Take a look at and see for yourself how dangerously uncouth my tweets are).

Hence the following ‘tweets’ are only ‘tweets in spe’. As usual an asterix * denotes the tweet and an arrow > my comment.

* 1. Som alle ved, har overvågningssamfund været de mest frie gennem tiderne.Lad mig nævne i flæng fra nutiden: Nordkorea. Der er helt vildt frit i Nordkorea. Overvågning har gjort, at der faktisk slet ingen kriminalitet er. I hvert fald ikke officielt. Og hvor uendeligt trygt og godt må det ikke være? Eller vi kan gå lidt tilbage i tiden og nævne DDR eller Sovjet. Samfund, der om nogen viste, at ’med overvågning stiger friheden,’ som Hækkerup udtrykker det.

> This is another brilliant op-ed of our incomparable Mr. Mads Kastrup from the Copenhagen tabloid EKSTRABLADET.

* 1.a. Lavpunkt. –
‘Hvis det er rigtigt, så følger det logisk heraf, at med overvågning stiger friheden. ‘
Det må være den utimative hån mod ofrene fra Stasi.

> But aiming at the M.o.J. is ofcourse only half the job; because our M.o.J. is obviously mostly an errand boy for his masters – the two P.M. ‘robots’?

Perhaps these ‘robots’ has a serious program bug, though? Because how come they are talking like it’s anno 1919 and not 2019 if there is no outdated or faulty software?

The early bolshevik masters of surveillance, the CHEKA, was evil incarnate! Nothing to be admired, wished for and copied, for sure. (link 5)

Please note: By December 1917, the Bolsheviks established their instrument of terror, the Cheka (the GPU’s precursor). Lina writes: “Lists of those shot and otherwise executed were published in the Cheka’s weekly newspaper. In this way, it can be proved that 1.7 million people were executed during the period 1918-19. A river of blood flowed through Russia. The Cheka had to employ body counters.” By contrast, under the czars, 467 people were executed between 1826 and 1904.
Jyri Lina:

* 2. Statsministeren er vred, sagde hun ovenpå ugens store politiaktion, der ifølge politiet og PET afværgede et terror-angreb med rod i militant islamisme. Men ligesom adskillige af sine politiker-kolleger delte Mette Frederiksen sin begejstring og taknemmelighed for politiets effektive arbejde med at beskytte os alle sammen mod terroristerne.

* 3. Og trods gule breaking-bjælker og væg-til-væg-dækning af ransagninger, anholdelser, sigtelser, grundlovsforhør og fængslinger i denne uge, så ved vi reelt intet om, hvorfor politiet mener, at de mistænkte er potentielle terrorister.

* 4. Det er mildest talt uklart.
Ikke desto mindre synes det for længst fastslået, at der er tale om terrorister in spe. Og at det kun var takket være en effektiv efterretningstjeneste, at deres grumme planer ikke blev ført ud i livet. For det siger PET jo. Og Statsministeren.

* 5. Dertil forsvandt muligheden for at høre, hvad de sigtede selv forklarer. Samt om sagerne er forbundne og i givet fald hvordan. Og om hvilke metoder, PET og kollegerne i det øvrige politi har brugt i efterforskningen. Eller hvad der i øvrigt ligger i de bunker af rapporter og bevismateriale, politi og PET allerede har produceret i sagen.
Vi aner det ikke.

> Here’s a new super-star on my personal firmament of critical bloggers: Marie Louise Toksvig.

So now we have three: Mads Kastrup (, Amalie Lyhne ( and Marie Louise Toksvig (

I dare say MLT is in no way inferior to the two others. And she takes aim at one of the most pestering sores in all of Denmarks public sector: The secret courts of law.

The former director of the then danish SecretService (PET), the honourable Ole Stig Andersen, in 2005 warned expressly against this as an inevitability if police duties were transferred from police to the SecretService (link 3).

This is because any SecretPolice don’t want to expose their agents – or their dark (Mob controlled?) alien friends? – by giving testimony in an open court of law.

But he might as well have bayed at the moon – no one heeded his wise warnings, as far as I know. But remember – next time someone is rounded up and arrested by the SecretPolice it may easily be a journalist, any journalist, or blogger. Perhaps deemed dangerous by and for the present power brokering, CEKA-admiring ‘robots’?

And you will not get a chance to defend and explain yoursef in front of a judge in an open court of law!

Except until Marie Louise Toksvig spake up? High praise for her brilliant essay.

But remember – we are in fact living in 1919 – aren’t we?

* 6. Will the oligarch and sex mafia assassinate Virginia Roberts?
We know that Virginia Roberts is exposing the oligarchs and telling the world that these people have been caught with their pants down.

Will the oligarch and sex mafia assassinate Virginia Roberts?

> Case in point, re. the above.

* 7. WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange has been BLOCKED from seeing key evidence from US authorities who want to extradite him for ‘leaking sensitive military data’, court hears

> More to the secret courts of law – so eagerly coveted by any mob?

Link 1.

Disruption and Wispy Trails (Upd.)

Link 2.

Your Galactic Police

Whence I quote: ‘They determinedly seek out and destroy any and all vestiges of moral and morality in sound and sane humans, their culture and society’. If you look around you’ll see that’s exactly what’s now happening everywhere.’

Link 3.

Three Honourable Gentlemen, Laerke and Sainte-Beuve

Link 4.
Photography, Your Brain and Napoleon

Link 5.
What Happened? (Upd.)
– whence I quote:

‘On page 12 (of a paper reviewed) is a piece on Leon Trotskij, the bolshevik leader, which apparently was murdered “by Stalin” in Mexico in 1940.

‘One of the captains of the bolshevik revolution of 1917 he was deposed already about 1924 after his protégé Lenin had died. After that all power really was with Dsershinski and his secret police, the Cheka (soon to be called GPU).

‘The Cheka was perhaps the most evil and destructive “vampire squid” ever to roam our earth? It’s raw brutality, greed and recklessness is almost beyond description, much less comprehension.

‘Recently I chanced upon a slim book from 1925 about the Cheka, written by a Swiss journalist working in Russia during these fatefull years (Georg Popoff: Tscheka – Staten i Staten. Copenhagen, Gyldendal, 131 pages).

‘It’s depressing reading almost from page one to the end. But the most worrying thing no doubt is the almost inevitable conclusion that the Cheka is still very much alive – albeit perhaps not so much in Russia as in the west?

‘It’s well nigh impossible to not note that the spirit – the philosophy, strategy and methods – of the Cheka seems to correspond very, very closely to that of the modern western SecretPolice/SecurityServices like CIA/NSA/Mossad et al.

‘But don’t take my word for it, consult a work by an authority yourself. Be prepared for a few shocking insights.’


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)


May be crossposted on and

My twitter account is not now updated on account I’ve been blocked by the friendly folks from Twitter.

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’s 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? (note 1, below)

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.

But 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 with 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 2, below).

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 was slightly worrying for me, that our small appartment house had this giant roof platform erected when the house was refurbished a few years ago.

But ofcourse I’ve had to consider 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.
See for instance: VICTOR HUGO – POÈTE DE SATAN, by Paul ZUMTHOR. Paris, 1946, Robert Laffont, 338p.

Note 2.
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 about 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 entities?

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?

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Småting og bagateller (3)

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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?

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The Putsch and the Hit-Squad (upd.)

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Disruption and Wispy Trails (Upd.)

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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.

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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.

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