tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369530.post204642645096221637..comments2023-06-29T13:25:30.567+02:00Comments on The Editrix' Roncesvalles: Dulling the MindThe_Editrixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07529769143608862966noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369530.post-69027920799611980522008-10-21T18:22:00.000+02:002008-10-21T18:22:00.000+02:00Thank you for your kind words, Tiberge! My real na...Thank you for your kind words, Tiberge! My real name is widely known and "The Editrix" just a gimmick, although one Lawrence Auster seems to like. I agree about Paris, I have been there with my parents as a child in the Fifties and as a young girl in the mid-Sixties (my father was a Francophile) and although I never felt much of an affinity with the French and their culture, I'd say that the charme of that specific city was hard to beat. I, too, doubt that it is worthwhile to go there now.<BR/><BR/>It makes me sad that Germany doesn't seem to be on the international map and if it is admired, it is almost invariably for the wrong reasons. Germany is a terrifically complex country with a different structure and history than the other Western European countries. The purpose of this blog was at first to inform about this, but I always felt that this wasn't the reason why my readers (at one time I could boast a <I>Technorati</I>-ranking somewhere in the fortythousands) came here, altough I am still marvelling why. So about a year ago, <A HREF="http://editrixblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/future-of-this-blog.html" REL="nofollow">I all but closed down this blog</A> and only the discovery of certain conservative American blogs has <A HREF="http://editrixblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/devisive-topics.html" REL="nofollow">revived my interest in my own one</A>.<BR/><BR/>But back to Germany: My favourite German opera (I do not relate to Wagner, his music just sounds like noise to me) is Beethoven's <I>Fidelio</I>, the opera to end all operas and as well an eternally valid concept of and symbol for humanity. Try to get a recording with the wonderful Christa Ludwig.<BR/><BR/>As for Goethe, you are right. He is too uniquely German to be comprehensible in any other language (I think). Also, I think most non-Germans would be bored by him and his message. Maybe that is the reason, too, why my earlier blogging efforts were largely futile. I guess we are for ever doomed to live in our own little world, admired, and sometimes hated, for the wrong reasons and largely unnoticed otherwise, and it was just hubristic to think that I, of all people might be able to change that.<BR/><BR/>But whatever, I gladly return the compliment that it is nice to "meet" you!The_Editrixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07529769143608862966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369530.post-82115562798292283112008-10-21T10:51:00.000+02:002008-10-21T10:51:00.000+02:00@ editrix,I see they call you Nora. This is my fir...@ editrix,<BR/><BR/>I see they call you Nora. This is my first encounter with your blog and I am duly contrite for not having known about it, especially since I read Lawrence Auster every chance I get. I must have missed your presence there somehow. <BR/><BR/>I intend to post a link to your blog and to this most excellent comment that was triggered by my rather humble essay. I'm delighted Lawrence participated in it and that you found it worthy.<BR/><BR/>And of course I agree with every word you say. I was one of those who fell in love with French and with France. But this was in the early 60's, when the civilization was still unmistakeably French and the country, especially its capital, engulfed the visitor in a kind of protective cloak, a magical cloud that made you want to stay there forever and never return to the real world. This began to change and by the mid-70's the ugly tall buildings, the expressways along the Seine, the neon lights, the hideous American teenage influence began their inexorable destruction. One hoped against hope that the French would resist. I have not been back there since 1975. If I were to go back today, I think I would become very depressed, to say the least.<BR/><BR/>I also regret not knowing German. But I love German opera - my favorites are Ariadne auf Naxos and Die Meistersinger. I have not read Goethe, because I feel that one should know German to read him. Possibly I'm wrong.<BR/><BR/>At any rate, it's been a pleasure to "meet" you.tibergehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17738716899363426734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369530.post-61367857618424869972008-10-20T16:36:00.000+02:002008-10-20T16:36:00.000+02:00Thank you, Terry! I had a good guideline, though.Thank you, Terry! I had a good guideline, though.The_Editrixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07529769143608862966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18369530.post-22729752018928890482008-10-20T15:57:00.000+02:002008-10-20T15:57:00.000+02:00Losing our language because it is dumbed down to a...<I>Losing our language because it is dumbed down to a simplified everyday-version even a moron can understand means to lose the ability to express our thoughts -- and, finally, to HAVE thoughts. And that is what it is, at the end of the day, all about.</I><BR/><BR/>Very well said, Nora. Great post!Terry Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00166609562028309038noreply@blogger.com