Filling in forms for the pleasure of French bureaucracy makes me feel as though my life blood is running away through the pen. It is a seemingly endless Kafkaesque mission that has to be undertaken on a regular basis if one is going to enjoy the pleasure of living here. Not a high price to pay, except when you are engaged in the mindless task. A friend of mine mentioned to me that he had been asked for a more up to date birth certificate. The only acceptable answer to such a request must be in the affirmative. That was yesterday and today the sun is shining and there is no paper work to fill in; that is until the postman comes at around midday with whatever surprise has been concocted for my benefit.
The red line reminded me of an extraordinary book by H.L.Chace entitled “Ladle Rat Rotten Hut”which was intended to be read out loud.
The book was published in 1940 by Professor Chace who taught Romance languages at Miami University, Ohio. To quote” ..it is said that this exercise was written to show his students how integral intonation is to the meaning of language”. Reading in a simulated American accent is a good start to making sense of this first page of his version of “Little Red Riding Hood”.
Mural: Yonder nor sorghum stenches shut ladle gulls stopper torque wet strainers.