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Micheletb

Inscrit depuis le 12 février 2009
I’ve done my best, I know it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though It all went wrong
I'll stand right here before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Tigre à dents de sabre (2006)
Tigre à dents de sabre (2006)

On ne comprend absolument rien à la civilisation moderne si l’on n’admet pas d’abord qu’elle est une conspiration universelle contre toute espèce de vie intérieure. Bernanos.

Beau travail !Modifier

  Bravo pour votre impressionnant travail sur les vitraux de Chartres, magnifiquement mis en page et très détaillé. De la part d'un ancien Chartrain, aujourd'hui Strasbourgeois (ce qui explique l'illustration ci-contre).
Laurent Jerry (discuter) 10 novembre 2016 à 17:56 (CET)
Bonsoir, Laurent Jerry, et merci. J'ai fait une razzia photographique sur Chartres le 1/10, et j'imagine qu'il estpossible de créer une page pour chaque vitrail de la série inférieure (ceux du haut sont plus des affiches que des histoires). À la petite semaine... Cordialement, Michelet-密是力 (discuter) 10 novembre 2016 à 18:43 (CET)

Indépendance ?Modifier

"There is no such a thing in America as an independent press, unless it is out in country towns. You are all slaves. You know it, and I know it. There is not one of you who dares to express an honest opinion. If you expressed it, you would know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid $150 for keeping honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for doing similar things. If I should allow honest opinions to be printed in one issue of my paper, I would be like Othello before twenty-four hours: my occupation would be gone. The man who would be so foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the street hunting for another job. The business of a New York journalist is to distort the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to villify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread, or for what is about the same — his salary. You know this, and I know it; and what foolery to be toasting an "Independent Press"! We are the tools and vassals of rich men behind the scenes. We are jumping-jacks. They pull the string and we dance. Our time, our talents, our lives, our possibilities, are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes."