Stranger in a strange land
Peking gently threatens Britain 🇨🇳🇬🇧 北京温和地威胁英国
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After centuries of exclusion, for the first time an authentically inclusive, diverse, and open application process has been introduced for the rôle of chancellor of the university. The aim is to attract the very best applicants from the widest possible range of backgrounds and expertise: the legal profession, tour-guiding, animal appreciation, music, the armed forces, environmentalism, gym management, linguistics, zentangle practice, voluntary work, politics, anthropology, swimming, homemaking, art, philanthropy, DEI activism, physics, wealth management, Indian classical vocalism, information technology, schizophrenia, zumba instruction, ethics, women's studies, hiking, LGBTQIA+ advocacy, mentoring, tribalism, Indian sub-continental education, business, urban planning. There is also a wish to draw candidates from a wider range of regions, with a particular focus on the Indian sub-continent, especially the Punjab.
1. The skin of our teeth
2. The great thaw
3. Romance and reality
4. Man: the measure of all things
5. The hero as artist
6. Protest and communication
7. Grandeur and obedience
8. The light of experience
9. The pursuit of happiness
10. The smile of reason
11. The worship of nature
12. The fallacies of hope
13. Heroic materialism
Stan Getz: tenor saxophone
Kenny Barron: piano
Eddie Del Barrio, Frank Zottoli: synthesiser
Alex Blake: bass
Terri Lyne Carrington: drums
Sucker-punch somebody on a sidewalk.
Car-jack an old lady at a red light.
Pull a gun on the owner of a liquor store.
You think it's cool. Well, act the fool if you like.
Cuss out a cop. Spit in his face.
Stomp on the flag and light it up.
Yeah, you think you're tough.
Well, try that in a small town.
See how far you make it down the road.
Round here, we take care of our own.
You cross that line — it won't take long
for you to find out. (I recommend you don't.)
Try that in a small town.
Got a gun that my grand-dad gave me.
They say one day they're gonna round up.
Well, that shit might fly in the city. Good luck.
Try that in a small town.
See how far you make it down the road.
Round here, we take care of our own.
You cross that line, it won't take long
for you to find out. (I recommend you don't.)
Try that in a small town
full of good old boys, raised up right.
If you're looking for a fight,
try that in a small town.
Try that in a small town.
Try that in a small town.
See how far you make it down the road.
Round here, we take care of our own.
You cross that line, it won't take long
for you to find out. (I recommend you don't.)
Try that in a small town.
Squad! Camp it... up!
Oooh, get her. Whoops!
I've got your number, ducky.
You couldn't afford me, dear. Two, three.
I'll scratch your eyes out.
Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear,
we all know where you've been,
you military fairy. Two, three.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Ah, whoops!
Don't look now, girls,
the major's just minced in,
with that dolly colour sergeant. Two, three.
Oooh!
(Monty Python 1972)
Everyone in the Army, no matter what their sexual orientation or gender identity, has the right to be treated fairly with dignity and respect. Lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender soldiers serve throughout the Army's corps and regiments, doing their bit for their country, what's left of it. LGBT+ personnel have the same terms and conditions as everyone else; this includes parental benefits and pension arrangements for same-sex spouses or civil partners. The Army welcomes transgender personnel. If you have completed transition you will be treated as an individual of your affirmed gender.
Squad! Camp it... up!
Oooh, get her. Whoops!
I've got your number, ducky.
You couldn't afford me, dear. Two, three.
I'll scratch your eyes out.
Don't come the brigadier bit with us, dear,
we all know where you've been,
you military fairy. Two, three.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Ah, whoops! Don't look now, girls,
the major's just minced in,
with that dolly colour sergeant. Two, three.
Oooh!
(Monty Python 1974)
Everyone in the Army, no matter what their sexual orientation or gender identity, has the right to be treated fairly with dignity and respect. Lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender soldiers serve throughout the Army's corps and regiments, doing their bit for their country, what's left of it. LGBT+ personnel have the same terms and conditions as everyone else; this includes parental benefits and pension arrangements for same-sex spouses or civil partners. The Army welcomes transgender personnel. If you have completed transition you will be treated as an individual of your affirmed gender.
Sabina Puértolas, Vivica Genaux. Les Talens Lyriques — Christophe Rousset.
Stabat mater dolorósa
juxta Crucem lacrimósa,
dum pendébat Fílius.
Cuius ánimam geméntem,
contristántem et doléntem
pertransívit gládius.
O quam tristis et afflícta
fuit illa benedícta,
mater Unigéniti!
Quae mœrébat et dolébat,
pia Mater, dum vidébat
nati pœnas ínclyti.
Quis est homo qui non fleret,
matrem Christi si vidéret
in tanto supplício?
Quis non posset contristári
Christi Matrem contemplári
doléntem cum Fílio?
Pro peccátis suæ gentis
vidit Jésum in torméntis,
et flagéllis súbditum.
Vidit suum dulcem Natum
moriéndo desolátum,
dum emísit spíritum.
Eja, Mater, fons amóris
me sentíre vim dolóris
fac, ut tecum lúgeam.
Fac, ut árdeat cor meum
in amándo Christum Deum
ut sibi compláceam.
Sancta Mater, istud agas,
crucifíxi fige plagas
cordi meo válide.
Tui Nati vulneráti,
tam dignáti pro me pati,
pœnas mecum dívide.
Fac me tecum pie flere,
crucifíxo condolére,
donec ego víxero.
Juxta Crucem tecum stare,
et me tibi sociáre
in planctu desídero.
Virgo vírginum præclára,
mihi iam non sis amára,
fac me tecum plángere.
Fac ut portem Christi mortem,
passiónis fac consórtem,
et plagas recólere.
Fac me plagis vulnerári,
fac me Cruce inebriári,
et cruóre Fílii.
Flammis ne urar succénsus,
per te, Virgo, sim defénsus
in die iudícii.
Christe, cum sit hinc exire,
da per Matrem me veníre
ad palmam victóriæ.
Quando corpus moriétur,
fac, ut ánimæ donétur
paradísi glória.
Amen.
The sorrowful mother was standing
beside the Cross weeping,
while the Son was hanging.
Whose moaning soul,
depressed and grieving,
the sword has passed through.
O how sad and stricken
was that blessed woman,
mother of the Only-begotten one!
Who was mourning and suffering,
the pious Mother, while she was watching
the punishments of the glorious son.
Who is the person who would not weep,
if he had seen the mother of Christ
in such great suffering?
Who would not be able to be saddened
to behold the Mother of Christ
grieving with the Son?
For the sins of his people
she saw Jesus in torments,
and subjected to lashes.
She saw her sweet Son
dying forsaken,
while he sent forth his spirit.
Come now, O Mother, fountain of love
Make me feel the power of sorrow
that I might mourn with you.
Grant that my heart may burn
in loving Christ the God
that I might please him.
O Holy Mother, may you do that,
fix the wounds of the cross
mightily in my heart.
Of your wounded son,
who so deigned to suffer for me,
Share his penalties with me.
Make me cry dutifully with you,
to suffer with him on the cross,
as long as I shall have lived.
To stand by the Cross with you,
to unite me to you
in weeping this I desire.
O noble Virgin of virgins,
Be not bitter with me now,
Make me mourn with you.
Grant that I might bear the death of Christ,
Make me kindred in the passion,
and contemplate the wounds.
Make me injured by the wounds,
make me drunken by the Cross,
and by the blood of the Son.
Lest I be consumed burned by flames,
through you, O Virgin, may I be defended
on the day of judgement.
O Christ, when it is time to depart hence,
grant me to come through the Mother,
to the palm of victory.
When the body will decay,
grant that it may be bestowed on my soul
the glory of paradise.
Amen.
Praise ye the Lord. I will praise the Lord with my whole heart, in the assembly of the upright, and in the congregation.
The works of the Lord are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.
His work is honourable and glorious: and his righteousness endureth for ever.
He hath made his wonderful works to be remembered: the Lord is gracious and full of compassion.
He hath given meat unto them that fear him: he will ever be mindful of his covenant.
He hath shewed his people the power of his works, that he may give them the heritage of the heathen.
The works of his hands are verity and judgment; all his commandments are sure.
They stand fast for ever and ever, and are done in truth and uprightness.
He sent redemption unto his people: he hath commanded his covenant for ever: holy and reverend is his name.
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.
Patricia Petibon. Andrea Marcon.
Sans frayeur dans ce bois, seule je suis venue.
J’y vois Tircis sans être émue.
Ah! N’ai-je rien à ménager?
Qu’un jeune coeur insensible est à plaindre!
Je ne cherche point le danger,
mais du moins, je voudrais le craindre.
I fearless come into these woods.
There I see Thyrsis, and am not stirred.
Oh, can't I bring anything to bear?
A young heart without feeling is to be lamented.
While I do not seek danger in the least,
I would at least like to fear it.
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
No thing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'
In convertendo Dominus captivitatem Sion, facti sumus sicut consolati.
Tunc repletum est gaudio os nostrum, et lingua nostra exsultatione. Tunc dicent inter gentes: Magnificavit Dominus facere cum eis.
Magnificavit Dominus facere nobiscum; facti sumus lætantes.
Converte, Domine, captivitatem nostram, sicut torrens in austro.
Laudate nomen Deo cum cantico.
Qui seminant in lacrimis, in exsultatione metent.
Euntes ibant et flebant, mittentes semina sua. Venientes autem venient cum exsultatione, portantes manipulos suos.
When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream.
Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, The Lord hath done great things for them.
The Lord hath done great things for us; whereof we are glad.
Turn again our captivity, O Lord, as the streams in the south.
They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.
He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.
His father gave him a box of truisms
Shaped like a coffin, then his father died;
The truisms remained on the mantelpiece
As wooden as the playbox they had been packed in
Or that his father skulked inside.
Then he left home, left the truisms behind him
Still on the mantlepiece, met love, met war,
Sordor, disappointment, defeat, betrayal,
Till through disbeliefs he arrived at a house
He could not remember seeing before.
And he walked straight in; it was where he had come from
And something told him the way to behave.
He raised his hand and blessed his home;
And a tall tree sprouted from his father's grave.
I thought it would last my time –
The sense that, beyond the town,
There would always be fields and farms,
Where the village louts could climb
Such trees as were not cut down;
I knew there’d be false alarms
In the papers about old streets
And split level shopping, but some
Have always been left so far;
And when the old part retreats
As the bleak high-risers come
We can always escape in the car.
Things are tougher than we are, just
As earth will always respond
However we mess it about;
Chuck filth in the sea, if you must:
The tides will be clean beyond.
– But what do I feel now? Doubt?
Or age, simply? The crowd
Is young in the M1 cafe;
Their kids are screaming for more –
More houses, more parking allowed,
More caravan sites, more pay.
On the Business Page, a score
Of spectacled grins approve
Some takeover bid that entails
Five per cent profit (and ten
Per cent more in the estuaries): move
Your works to the unspoilt dales
(Grey area grants)! And when
You try to get near the sea
In summer ...
It seems, just now,
To be happening so very fast;
Despite all the land left free
For the first time I feel somehow
That it isn’t going to last,
That before I snuff it, the whole
Boiling will be bricked in
Except for the tourist parts –
First slum of Europe: a role
It won’t be hard to win,
With a cast of crooks and tarts.
And that will be England gone,
The shadows, the meadows, the lanes,
The guildhalls, the carved choirs.
There’ll be books; it will linger on
In galleries; but all that remains
For us will be concrete and tyres.
Most things are never meant.
This won’t be, most likely; but greeds
And garbage are too thick-strewn
To be swept up now, or invent
Excuses that make them all needs.
I just think it will happen, soon.
Lux æterna luceat eis, Domine:
Cum Sanctis tuis in æternum:
quia pius es.
Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine:
et lux perpetua luceat eis.
May light eternal shine upon them, O Lord,
with Thy Saints for evermore:
for Thou art gracious.
Eternal rest give to them, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon them.
Vulgate:
Beatus vir, qui timet Dominum:
In mandatis eius rolet nimis.
Potens in terra erit semen eius;
Generatio rectorum benedicetur.
Gloria et divitiae in domo eius;
Et justitia eius manet in saeculum saeculi.
Exortum est in tenebris lumen rectis.
Misericors, et miserator et justus.
Jucundus homo qui miseretur et commodat.
Disponet sermones suos in judicio:
Quia in aeternum non commovebitur.
In memoria aeterna erit justus.
Ab auditione mala non timebit.
Paratum cor eius sperare in Domino;
Confirmatum est, cor eius:
Non commovebitur,
Donec despiciat inimicos suos.
Dispersit, dedit pauperibus:
Justitia eius manet in saeculum saeculi,
Cornu eius exaltabitur in gloria.
Peccator videbit, et irascetur;
Dentibus suis fremet et tabescet.
Desiderium peccatorum peribit.
English Bible:
Praise ye the LORD. Blessed is the man that feareth the LORD, that delighteth greatly in his commandments.
His seed shall be mighty upon earth: the generation of the upright shall be blessed.
Wealth and riches shall be in his house: and his righteousness endureth for ever.
Unto the upright there ariseth light in the darkness: he is gracious, and full of compassion, and righteous.
A good man sheweth favour, and lendeth: he will guide his affairs with discretion.
Surely he shall not be moved for ever: the righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance.
He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD.
His heart is established, he shall not be afraid, until he see his desire upon his enemies.
He hath dispersed, he hath given to the poor; his righteousness endureth for ever; his horn shall be exalted with honour.
The wicked shall see it, and be grieved; he shall gnash with his teeth, and melt away: the desire of the wicked shall perish.


