09-11-2000, 13:20
Décidement, c'est le congrès des gauches. Des gauchers, pardon. Ne soyez pas choqués: quand la maîtresse me mettait le crayon dans la main droite, je le lançais à l'autre bout de la classe ou j'attendais qu'elle aie le dos tourné pour reprendre mes ba be bi bo bu de la main gauche, la bonne main, cela va de soi.AINULINDALË
The Music of the Ainur
There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Ilúvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring of his thought, and they were with him before aught else was made. And he spoke to them, propounding themes of music; and they sang before him, and he was glad. But for a long while they sang only each alone, or but few together, while the rest hearkened; for each comprehended only that part of the mind of Ilúvatar from which he came, and in the understanding of their brethren they grew but slowly. Yet ever as they listened they came to deeper understanding, and increased in unison and harmony.
And it came to pass that Ilúvatar called together all the Ainur and declared to them a mighty theme, unfolding to them things greater and more wonderful than he had yet revealed; and the glory of its beginning and the splendour of its end amazed the Ainur, so that they bowed to Ilúvatar and were silent.
Then Ilúvatar said to them: ‘Of the theme that I have declared to you, I will now what ye make in harmony together a Great Music. And since I have kindled you with the Flame Imperishable, ye shall now forth your powers in adorning this theme, each with his own thoughts and devices, if he will. But I will sit and hearken, and be glad that through you great beauty has been wakened into song.’
Il existe des plumes pour gauchers. Je n'en ai pas, mais il y a moyen de se casser suffisamment le poignet pour arriver dans le bon angle. L'ennui, c'est qu'il me faut une encre qui sèche vite, sinon ma feuille se remplit vite de belles empreintes digitales que j'appelle "mes enluminures".
The Music of the Ainur
There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Ilúvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring of his thought, and they were with him before aught else was made. And he spoke to them, propounding themes of music; and they sang before him, and he was glad. But for a long while they sang only each alone, or but few together, while the rest hearkened; for each comprehended only that part of the mind of Ilúvatar from which he came, and in the understanding of their brethren they grew but slowly. Yet ever as they listened they came to deeper understanding, and increased in unison and harmony.
And it came to pass that Ilúvatar called together all the Ainur and declared to them a mighty theme, unfolding to them things greater and more wonderful than he had yet revealed; and the glory of its beginning and the splendour of its end amazed the Ainur, so that they bowed to Ilúvatar and were silent.
Then Ilúvatar said to them: ‘Of the theme that I have declared to you, I will now what ye make in harmony together a Great Music. And since I have kindled you with the Flame Imperishable, ye shall now forth your powers in adorning this theme, each with his own thoughts and devices, if he will. But I will sit and hearken, and be glad that through you great beauty has been wakened into song.’
Voilà la première page, mais en fait je pense que le premier paragraphe est suffisamment long pour tenir en une page écrite à la plume, ou alors les deux premiers.
Je vais peut-être m'essayer... peut-être... je ne sais pas. :-)
A+
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