The Christmas card factory. End of the production line.
Above my gmail window, there appears an icon signifying emoticons. Click it, and you have a whole library of these little symbols. At first, I resolve to neglect them. I have no time for ready-made slogans and jokes such as you see on cards and sometimes on to the rear window of cars. I would rather put a sentiment in my own words than use, second hand, someone else's wit and ingenuity. But I find myself making an exception for these, little sweeties. And, I have to admit that I have already popped one or two of them into emails.
While reading the massive French novel Les Thibault, by the novel prize winning Roger Martin du Gard, I come across a passage, where a professor of literature shows Antoine Thibault, one of the central characters, a missive from his brother, who has gone missing. The missive consists of a poem by Walt Whitman. "My English is not up to this," says Antoine. So the professor translates the poem off the cuff. Suddenly I have to look for my copy of Whitman's poems. And I realize that, by such hap hazard procedures, has my reading progressed throughout my life. This is no plan and very little purpose, except that of self-indulgence and satisfying my curiosity. So I recently I began to read Montaigne only because Flaubert, whose letters I was reading at the time, praised him constantly. And now I am reading the journals of the Goncourt brothers because they knew and constantly gossiped about Zola, another novelist with whom I had been absorbed. And now back to Whitman, the first of the beat poets, I always thought, though he wouldn't have known it.
Beautiful cards! How did you make them? This is the first year in a long time that I did not make my own cards.
Fairly simple this year. I use the Paintshop Pro 8 program, which allows you to format a photograph in the required dimensions on to a page. This year I get two cards to an A4 page. I do the same with the print, which has to go on to the reverse. I always have problems getting the print in the right place on the card which has to be folded. Following the example set by the French Revolution, I use the guillotine finaly to trim the cards,
I'm going to have to stop reading your blog. You're giving away the plot of Les Thibault and I am 600 pages adrift,
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