9/14/2007

Photo du Café de Flore, Paris le 26 juillet, 2007


Exceptionellement le café de Flore était fermé pour travaux entre le 26 juillet et le 16 aout. Le Café de Flore est ouvert maintenant en Septembre et comme discussion sur Cafés de le Mediterranée, j'ai ajouté cet article en anglais du New York Times du 12 Septembre sur le jus de chausettes qui est le café américain. C'est interessant de voir que les afficionados du café américain ne sont pas allés au Yemen.
To Burundi and Beyond for Coffee’s Holy Grail


By PETER MEEHAN
Published: September 12, 2007
DUANE SORENSON had planned to fly to Yemen, rattle up dirt roads in dusty four-by-fours and dart through the Arabian sky in prop planes as he toured the country searching for open-minded coffee growers. Mr. Sorenson, who is the owner of Stumptown Coffee Roasters in Portland, Ore., intended to offer the farmers more money than anyone ever had before in return for a promise to improve their crops.

But a mix-up with his passport left him stuck in Washington. Disappointed but undeterred, he boarded a plane for Guatemala City instead. When he arrived, he ate tortillas, beans and tilapia with the owner of Finca El Injerto in the western Huehuetenango department, one of the most celebrated coffee farms in Central America.
It was a roundabout way to go for a meal. But Mr. Sorenson and a few like-minded coffee hunters around the country will go almost anywhere, do almost anything and pay almost any price in pursuit of the perfect cup of coffee. For people at Stumptown and friendly competitors like Intelligentsia Coffee Roasters and Tea Traders of Chicago and Counter Culture Coffee of Durham, N.C., long trips to remote farms for meetings without immediate payoffs are necessary steps in a much bigger goal: reinventing the coffee business.
“These people have an almost unbelievable ability to source exquisite, unique coffees,” Mark Prince, senior editor at the coffee appreciation Web site coffeegeek.com, wrote in an e-mail.
Connie Blumhardt, publisher of the coffee magazine Roast, concurs: “They are certainly the leaders right now. Some smaller roasters just worship them, like they’re these coffee megagods.”
“Direct trade” is the most popular name of the style of business practiced by these coffee companies, known as roasters. It means, most simply, that the roasters buy their beans directly from the farms and cooperatives that grow them, not from brokers.
The term was popularized by Geoff Watts, director of coffee and green coffee buyer for Intelligentsia. (Mr. Sorenson’s air miles last week paled beside those of Mr. Watts, who flew to Burundi with another coffee roaster to consult with groups who want to revive that country’s once-great coffee tradition.)
Direct trade — which also means intensive communication between the buyer and the grower — stands in stark contrast to the old (but still prevalent) model, in which international conglomerates buy coffee by the steamer ship, through brokers, for the lowest price the commodity market will bear.
It also represents, at least for many in the specialty coffee world, an improvement on labels like Fair Trade, bird-friendly or organic. Such labels relate to how the coffee is grown and may persuade consumers to pay a little extra for their beans, but offer no assurance about flavor or quality. Direct-trade coffee companies, on the other hand, see ecologically sound agriculture and prices above even the Fair Trade premium both as sound business practices and as a route to better-tasting coffee.
By spending months every year visiting farms, these roasters seek to offer coffee that is produced as well as it can be, bought responsibly and roasted carefully. They aim, simply, to sell the best coffee possible.
“It’s an exploration of coffee’s flavor, really” is how George Howell explains his mission. Mr. Howell, who runs George Howell Coffee Company, a roaster based in Acton, Mass., has had a hand in practically every lurch forward in the quality coffee scene since he started out in the business in 1974. “We’re finding flavors we’ve never ever tasted before, different fruit and floral flavors from really pristine, clean coffees. These are flavors that have been lost or diluted in the old methods of blending coffee down to an average product.”
In many ways, the direct-trade roasters are building on the foundation laid by companies like Peet’s and, later, Starbucks, which went outside the commodity system to find superior coffee. But, Ms. Blumhardt said, those companies are too big to comb over every bean in every sack the way some direct-trade companies do. Starbucks bought more than 300 million pounds of coffee last year; Intelligentsia, the biggest of this group, bought 2 million pounds.

Published: September 12, 2007
(Page 2 of 3)


Sometimes roasters find coffee farms through serendipity. Peter Giuliano, co-owner and director of coffee for Counter Culture Coffee, spoke with palpable excitement about stumbling upon a Central American farm planted with geishas, a plant known to yield especially high quality beans. (This year, Esmeralda Especial, a Panamanian coffee produced exclusively from geisha beans, earned the highest price ever paid in a coffee auction.)
More often, roasters connect with growers through tasting competitions. The most prestigious of these are the annual Cup of Excellence competitions, now organized in eight coffee-growing countries by a United States-based nonprofit group, an event Mr. Prince of Coffeegeek calls “Coffee’s Olympics.” These blind-tasting competitions take as long as 10 days, after which the organizers auction the coffees online to bidders around the world, who compete fiercely for the beans.
Mr. Sorenson recently spent more than $100,000 for a batch of coffee beans that took top honors at this year’s Nicaraguan Cup of Excellence competition. The coffee, from Las Golondrinas, Marcio Benjamín Peralta Paguaga’s farm in Nicaragua, sold for $47.06 a pound, just shy of $40 more than the winner earned last year. But for Mr. Sorenson, who said the unusual “mango, peach, cantaloupe and jasmine flower” flavors made it the finest Nicaraguan coffee he had ever tasted, it was worth it.
Counter Culture started buying from Finca Mauritania, Aída Batlle’s farm on the slopes of the Santa Ana volcano in El Salvador, after the farm’s coffee won attention at the 2003 Cup of Excellence in El Salvador. After working with Ms. Batlle for a few years, visiting the farm regularly and sampling beans produced under a range of conditions, Mr. Giuliano has asked her to pick the coffee berries when “half the fruit is at a burgundy red ripeness and the rest when it’s bright red,” a mix that Mr. Giuliano says yields just the right sweetness in a finished cup. (Counter Culture supplies the house blends for two of New York City’s most highly regarded cafes, Café Grumpy and Ninth Street Espresso.)
One of the most effective methods of encouraging change turns out to be as simple as sharing a few cups of coffee with the people who grow it. Obvious as it seems, this was far from common practice until about 10 years ago.
Mr. Watts said that cupping (coffee lingo for the formal, multistep tasting process used to evaluate quality) can help growers understand what a buyer is looking for. “There has to be a real financial incentive for every incremental improvement in quality, but it can’t be mysterious,” he said. “It has to be objective. The grower has to have every reason to believe that his investment in his farm is an investment in himself, not just him doing what some crazy American wants him to. And when they have the same evaluative skills that we do, they can taste their coffees and know what they could be worth.”
Direct trade relationships typically mean that the roaster guarantees to pay well more than the going Fair Trade price for coffees that meet an agreed-upon standard based on a cupping scale. If the coffees score above that standard, growers earn even more.
Cuppings also help roasters select the best of the already very good coffees they will offer their customers. On his most recent visit to Finca El Puente, a coffee farm in the mountainous southwestern corner of Honduras, Mr. Giuliano tasted his way through 68 tiny batches of coffee. The beans were separated by the section of the farm on which they were grown, the way a winery might segregate grapes by vineyard, and by when they were picked.
The cupping gave the Caballero family, which owns Finca El Puente, a look into the qualities Mr. Giuliano values in a finished cup so they can trace those qualities back to a particular patch of land, or a type of coffee shrub, or a degree of ripeness at picking time. For his part, Mr. Giuliano got the chance to pick the best lots for this year’s El Puente blend. Any batch that was particularly exceptional he would pay more for, roast separately and sell at a premium as a “micro-lot.”
Published: September 12, 2007
(Page 3 of 3)


Mr. Howell recently cupped through a selection of beans with Alejandro Cadena from Virmax, a quality-minded Colombian exporter. Mr. Cadena had brought beans sorted by size to explore the effect of bean size on a finished cup. Mr. Howell has found that smaller beans from Brazil have brighter acidity than larger beans. But bean size had no discernible effect on Mr. Cadena’s Colombian coffees, a finding Mr. Howell attributed to the mixed varieties of coffee plants used by the tiny farms Virmax represents.
Cupping is also a way of pinpointing where in the production or importing chain even the most extraordinary coffees can be damaged. At a recent cupping at his headquarters in Acton, Mr. Howell demonstrated some of the dangers. Coffee that had spent too long in a jute bag, for instance, was contrasted with some that was stored in plastic.
Sometimes simple conversation ends up making an impact on the finished coffee and on the people who grow it. On a trip to Rwanda in 2006, Mr. Sorenson asked one of the farmers in the Koakaka Koperative y’Abanhinzi Ya Kawa Ya Karaba — a cooperative that supplies him with the Rwandan beans he sells as “Karaba” — what Stumptown could do to help him improve his coffees.
“He — his name is Innocent — said a bike would help him with transportation of ripe cherry to the mills,” Mr. Sorenson said, using the term for the fruit that contains the coffee bean. “Which would improve the coffee’s quality, since coffee needs to be milled within hours of picking.” Coffee berries that sit in the sun can ferment, yielding off flavors that can taint a batch of beans.
After returning from the trip, Mr. Sorenson started a nonprofit group called Bikes to Rwanda. This April, 400 bikes specially engineered for carrying heavy loads of coffee over hilly Rwandan terrain were delivered to the cooperative just in time for the harvest.
Though altruism played a part in that effort, Mr. Sorenson said he sees paying high prices for beans and treating his growers as partners as the only way to get the quality he wants. “It’s not charity,” he said. “Our producers invest back into their workers, coffee shrubs, equipment and land. We know this is happening because of all the time we spend with them throughout the year, on their farms and in their homes.”
But it’s not a point he feels the need to argue stridently, because the proof — for anyone to taste — is in the cup.

6/25/2007

Fishawi, Jeddah


Harat Al-Madhloum, The Quarter of "the Unfortunate" one of the most beautiful quarters for old houses with balconies in Jeddah. It is quite near our coffee shop, Fishawi. Two afternoons ago there was an accidental fire in one of those old houses with the beautiful wooden window-balconies and people jumped to escape from the smoke.
Headline in The Arab News:
Woman Jumps Off Burning Building

Samir Al-Saadi, Arab News
JEDDAH, 24 June 2007 — A Somali woman died yesterday afternoon after jumping off the top of a blazing four-story building in the Harrat Al-Madhloum area of downtown Jeddah.

6/24/2007

McNamara Ground Ops Lunchroom Coffee Machine




Foreign and domestic news

U.S. warplanes bomb palm fields in Baghdad June 17 as a Humvee blocks the highway. The next day, 10,000 U.S. troops launched a major offensive in nearby Baquba.

All accounts of gallantry, pleasure, and entertainment, shall be under the article of
Café Flore, Paris; poetry, under that of Fishawi, Jeddah or Cairo; learning under the title of the Shati Tea-and-Falafel-shop, Gaza; foreign and domestic news, you will have from
McNamara Ground Ops Lunchroom, Detroit; and what else I shall on any other subject offer, shall be dated from my own apartment.

Les avions Air France commencent a partir plein d'etudiants americains allant en Europe pour leurs tournés. Ils devraient aller a Atlanta pour le "US Social Forum" du 27 juin au 1ier juillet.

How we were duped by the Bush_Olmert press conference! With Olmert's tears about the split between Hamas and Fatah, and his interest in "renewing the aid"--something I'm sure, just as Abbas is sure, he will never do--WE WERE DUPED INTO OVERLOOKING THE LARGEST TROOP ATTACK IN IRAQ SINCE THE 2003 INVASION.


Agence France Press photo of Troops in Baquba which I found on Al-Jazeera English on line.

6/19/2007

" 'Jailhouse Rock' " Coffee Shop, Ashkelon Prison courtyard at your limited exercise times

" 'Jailhouse Rock' coffee shop," Ashkelon Prison courtyard at your limited exercise times

For years after being literally entrapped by a pretty Mosad agent in Rome, Mordekhai Vanunu was in a private cell in Ashkelon prison, the first holding prison for Palestinian kid stone-throwers who are then taken to prisons, like Ramla prison, from which they are lost to the world. Unlike Vanunu, the Israeli whistle blower, who blew the whistle on Israel's nuclear program, the Palestinian prisoners at Ashkelon are allowed occasional exercise time in the courtyard.

So the courtyard is our coffee shop today, the second day after Hamas kicked out the Palestine Authority from Gaza.

We were not really surprised that the US consul in Jerusalem was ready to make a statement even before Condoleeza Rice or the President, because the US Consul in Jerusalem has been "aiding" Gaza with CIA-aid-and-advice-to-the-PA(this seems to be the only aid the US ever gave--military aid--strange as it seems) to help with "security" for Israel since at least 1996, when Israel began the provocations at the Haram al-Sharif in order to be able to intervene brutally against the young palestinian kids, the stone throwers, who were giving Israel a bad image, and thus were "causing the situation to deteriorate" as the Israeli foreign ministry would put it.

Hamas' kicking out of the Palestine Authority from Gaza was the end result of a kind of mini civil war that began when Israel, the US, and the European Union cut off all commercial and charitable bank-liquidity-flow to Gaza and the West Bank. This was more than "a cut-off of aid." It was a kind of "economic blocade" of the type Roosevelt used against Japan at the beginning of World War II, but, in this case against a peaceful civilian population without an army or air force that could strike back. Hamas struck back as well as they could, with occasional bombs launched against the computer chip manufacturing plants north of Gaza, and Israel spent lots of jet fuel, normal Humvee-and-Caterpillar fuel, and bombs to protect its share of Intel Duo chip production,which is so cherished in the computer world now, in the industrial zones north of Gaza--Siderot, I think we came to hear its name in the news.

So, how can we explain what happened? Here in the prisons, we try to educate ourselves as best we can. Like the farmers in the Prussian prisons, all we have is the Holy Quran--the way the German farmers of young Marx's time, had only the Holy Bible.

Like Kautsky said of the New Testament, the prophet, Jesus,seems to have led a kind of anti-imperialist struggle(see Kautsky, Foundations of Christianity). The equivalent reading of the Holy Quran, I will leave to the reader. If you have defended any Palestinians in prisons in the US or Israel, for example Farouk Abdul Muhti, who died shortly after being brutalized in Pennsylvania prisons for being a radio talk show pro-Palestinian New Yorker--you will know what stories of the Prophet Mohammad and his followers are similar to Jesus' fight against the Roman occupiers of Palestine described by Kautsky.

So, we are here in Ashkelon, home of Ibn Hajar al-Ashkalani, the famous Islamic scholar of the 9th century, who, paradoxically, is called Ibn Hajar, son of the stone!! Even then, the great method of civil disobedience that symbolized the first intifada, was presaged in the mere name of Ibn Hajar, in a sense.

We are trying to discuss what causes the civil wars, like the little tiff between Hamas and Fatah?
Imperialism? Imperialism, which, in the twentiety century "opened an epoch of recurring crises, of imperialist wars, of civil wars, of wars for colonial domination, of struggles for national liberation, and of proletarian revolutions."

6/16/2007

Shati' Tea and Falafal Shop, Gaza



[This picture of the main intersection in Downtown Gaza city was taken by a New York Times photographer and published in the June 20, 2007 New York Times on line. The Mediterranean sea can be seen in the background. To get to Shati' Tea and Falafal Shop, go straight down toward the sea and turn right on Khaled ibn Al-Walid street or at the fairgrounds where the international book fairs are held in the park on the sea front.]

This is definately the best falafel in the world. I wonder if Taghrid, who files from Gaza to the New York Times knows about it.
C'est le meilleur falafel du monde dans ce café près de la mer à Gaza, et pres du marché ou les hommes achetent des poivrons très piquantes pour ne pas sentir la peine que leur font Israel depuis 1948 quand les Palestiniens etaient chassé de leur terres au nord, et les Anglais les recevaient en petits bateaux pour les rendre d'Ashkelon à Gaza.

Nous avons, aujourd'hui le resultat du refus d'Israel, les Etats Unis, et meme les banques arabes(par peur des Etats Unis) de laisser passer de l'argent commercial dans les territoires occupes depuis l'election du president Haniyeh.

Tout ces paroles de l'influence de l'Iran sur Hamas est la paranoia des propagandistes israeliens. Comment l'Iran pourrait envoyer du materiel militaire a Gaza? Personne ne peux sortir ni entrer!! Et le Hisbolla du Liban, va voyager a travers la Jordanie pour entrer en "tunnels" par le Sinai et le sud de Gaza? C'est tres peu probable, a mon avis.

6/14/2007

Fishawi, Jeddah

Science, or 'ilm, which gives us the English word Alumni/ae

Unfortunately I listened to NPR(National Public Radio)'s "Fresh Air"(it should be called "Smog") interviewing a British photographer for the New York Times in Iraq talking about the US torturing people to find out houses where bombs had been made that killed US soldiers, and then an interview with a Professor at Boston University about Lebanon. I looked up this professor because he was so wrong on Lebanon and found that he has endorsed the MESA(Middle East Studies Association) letter writing campaign to free some Iranian Americans academics being held in Iran prisons.

I think that will be enough NPR and MESA to last me a good 5 years. Then I went to Juan Cole's Blog and found that he just cut and pasted some goverment translations of jihadist websites, because he is "interested in religions," as he says on his web site, I guess. That will be enough Juan Cole to last me a good 5 years, too. And, of course Arianna Huffington or whoever her tweedle dumb rival on the "right" may be, are totally out of the question, and always will be.

The US seems to be totally
locked
into the outlook of the Democratic and Republican parties, the twin parties of war.
The US
media just sees everything in the light of this war on terrorism and in the interests
of the
war on terrorism.

There are no jihadists anywhere in the Middle East. We are just people living our
lives.
There are no "madrassas" teaching people to be jihadists or
"wahabists" There are just
schools, like anywhere else!!! Muslims are just like Christians...they go to mosque, pray, make the pilgrimage, but
they
are just ordinary people.

And while I'm on the topic of Madrassas, maybe indeed the very crusades were against
scholarship. Yes, people have forgotton that Averroes was too much for the Bishop of
Paris and St. Thomas Acquinas. Arabic numerals were too much for the popes. The
beginning of learning, which the Arabs brought to Bologna, Sorbonne, Oxford was so
popular and free-thinking(Aristotle, Dialectics, Materialism) that the feudal church
had to
put a stop to it. So they organized the crusades, to drive back Europe to the pre-
Avicennian ages. The crusades backfired, though, because the christian soldiers
found a
land where christians and jews were tolerated, and learning was tolerated, too. The soldeirs came back with a
renewed thirst for LEARNING. AT WHICH POINT FERDINAND AND ISABELLA STARTED THE
SPANISH INQUISITION TO STOP THAT. And America is the brainchild of Ferdinand and
Isabella, as we all learn in kindergarden--and don't learn much else after that.
We're lucky
if we get to the pilgrims in sixth grade.

So, in other words, yes, the Americans are against madrassas--they are against
schools
just as the pope and the crusades were. They don't want people to go deep into
Aristotle,
Dialectics, or anything deep, because that might lead to more people being literate
and
politically literate. The war on terrorism is plain and clear cut: it is against
the people of
Iran having electricity in the remote villages so that they can read and learn at
night. it is
against the people of Iraq being able to defend themselves against Israeli attacks on
their
efforts to produce electricity to the extent that the US is going in to set up a
police state
like downtown Chicago, LA, or Detroit, in Iraq. It is against Saudi Arabia doing
anything on the world political arena
but sell oil to Japan through Exxon Mobil(All this talk in the US about
"independance from
Saudi Arabia" is "talk under censorship" as I see it, because none of
the gas in the US
comes from Saudi Arabia. I have seen the way the Israelis treat educators. The
Americans
are no different. They hate to see other people getting any education, unless it be
an
education that will regurgitate the Americana of NPR(National Public Radio) and MESA(Middle East Studies Association).

Sorry for the rant
13Jun2007 27 Jumadi Awal 1428 last day of school

4/06/2006

Fishawi, Jeddah

I took the bus down to Al Balad today. The Arab News has an opinion piece today by Abeer Mishkhas entitled, "It is High Time We Thought of a Plan to Save Jeddah's Old Buildings."
Sami Nawar, the man in charge of the historic district. She says he refuses outright to knock down old houses. I think that is rather good. But she thinks there should be a plan to merge the new with the modern.

At any rate that is what is happening. It just needs to be appreciated.

Another article in the same Arab News today talks about the Prince Sultan bin Salman, sec-gen of Supreme Council for Tourism's Awards: Architectural heritage projects, urban heritage research, and conservation fo urban heritage projects. The King Abdul
Aziz historical Center in Riyadh was given the first award, Dr. Abdul Aziz Al-Kaky, the second for his study of Madina, and the Village of Rujal Amaa, near the Souda Park, near Abha the third. Fatimah Abu Ghass--a leading craftswoman in plaster carving did the interior of the Museum in Rujal Amaa.

4/05/2006

Shati' Tea and Falafal Shop, Gaza

Syrian poet and playwrite, Muhammad Al-Marghout died yesterday. He was a contemporary of Duraid Al-Lahham the creator of the Famous "Ghawwar" on TV.

I found this on a web, by Bassem Franjiyeh:


The Syrian poet Muhammad al-Maghout (b.1930) speaks about the Arab man as a victim oppressed by a frightening reality. While most contemporary poets voice protest, al-Maghout voices resignation. Not only does al-Maghout express the sentiment of defeat, but also the despair born from a total defeat in a defeated land:

You have defeated me!
But in all this beaten land
I can find no proper hill
On which to hang my banner of surrender!

The terror voiced in the poetry of al-Maghout and Qasim Haddad hardness back to the visionary words of Tawfiq Sayihd (d.1971), written more than three decades ago. When the poet was still alive, his words were dismissed by critics as being irrelevant to the spirit of the times. Now, however, long after his death, his words have become extremely relevant:

My summer is emptiness
My winter is horror
And my life is a train passing between them whistling!

For Sayihd, poetry is what sustained him in an absurd and frightening world. In the words of Mounah Khouri, it allowed him to "endure the tragedy of more than one paradise lost." Thus, when his words dried up, he did not find the strength to keep living, and he "found in death his trustworthy savior." 22

http://www.qhaddad.com/english/bassam.htm April 6, 2006

Shati' Falafel and Tea Shop, Gaza

The Syrian writer Abd Al-Salam Al-Ojaily, 1918-2006 died yesterday, April 5. He was born in Raqqa.

1/20/2006


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Café de Flore, Paris, le 17 janvier, 2006



(sur une plaque de la ville de Paris à coté du café). . .
Histoire de Paris
Café de Flore

Fondé à la fin du Second Empire, son entrée se situe alors rue St. Benoit, elle s'orne d'une statue de la déesse qui donne son nom au café, avant de disparaitre dans les travaux du bd St Germain. Les premiers habitués sont Huysmans et Rémy de Gourmont. Charles Maurras y crée son mouvement en pleine affaire Dreyfus et y rédigea les premières numéros de l' " Action française. " C'est ici qu'Apollinaire, venu en voisin, présente Philippe Soupault à André Breton, avec cette consigne : " Vous deviendrez amis ". De nombreux écrivains et peintres, des hommes politiques, Trotsky et Chou en Lai, le fréquentent durant l'entre-deux guerres. Pendant les années 30, Jacques Prévert et ses amis du groupe Octobre y établissent brièvement leur quartier général. En 1930, son entré passe à l�angle de la rue St-Benoit ce du bd St Germain et il prend l'aspect Art Déco conservé au rez-de-chaussée, tandis qu'en 1950 P. Pinard conne au premier étage un certain style britannique ; Durant la guerre, Jean-Paul Sartre et Simone de Beauvoir prennent l'habitude de venir travailler près du gros poèle qu'a fait installer Paul Boubal, patron du café depuis 1939. Apres la guerre, il devient le café des " existentialistes. "
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1/16/2006

Cafe T'sais quoi, Bruxelles

Victor Hugo a ecrit a propos de l'hotel de ville "c'est un bijou comparable a la fleche de Chartres, une eblousante fantasie de poete tombe de la tete d'un architecte
Victor Hugo
Place des Barricades 4, Bruxelles

1/01/2006

Café de Flore, Paris (@Richard Steele, The Spectator January 1 1712)

I was wrong in introducing my last post that the issue of the Spectator on December 31, 1711 was the last issue of the Spectator. I thought, when I saw the beginning of a January 1 text that it was a letter that Steele had put in his article, as he sometimes did. I was going to post that letter tonight, but I see it is a whole article.
Since, on a quick reading it talks of gallantry and ladies, it is fitting to be in the discussion at Café de Flore, Paris.

Il fait froid à Paris maintenant.

No. 263. Tuesday, January 1, 1712. Steele.



Gratulor quod eum quem necesse erat diligere, qualiscunque esset,
talem habemus ut libenter quoque diligamus.

Trebonius apud Tull.



_Mr_, SPECTATOR,

I am the happy Father of a very towardly Son, in whom I do not only
see my Life, but also my Manner of Life, renewed. It would be
extremely beneficial to Society, if you would frequently resume
Subjects which serve to bind these sort of Relations faster, and
endear the Ties of Blood with those of Good-will, Protection,
Observance, Indulgence, and Veneration. I would, methinks, have this
done after an uncommon Method, and do not think any one, who is not
capable of writing a good Play, fit to undertake a Work wherein there
will necessarily occur so many secret Instincts, and Biasses of human
Nature which would pass unobserved by common Eyes. I thank Heaven I
have no outrageous Offence against my own excellent Parents to answer
for; but when I am now and then alone, and look back upon my past
Life, from my earliest Infancy to this Time, there are many Faults
which I committed that did not appear to me, even till I my self
became a Father. I had not till then a Notion of the Earnings of
Heart, which a Man has when he sees his Child do a laudable Thing, or
the sudden Damp which seizes him when he fears he will act something
unworthy. It is not to be imagined, what a Remorse touched me for a
long Train of childish Negligencies of my Mother, when I saw my Wife
the other Day look out of the Window, and turn as pale as Ashes upon
seeing my younger Boy sliding upon the Ice. These slight Intimations
will give you to understand, that there are numberless little Crimes
which Children take no notice of while they are doing, which upon
Reflection, when they shall themselves become Fathers, they will look
upon with the utmost Sorrow and Contrition, that they did not regard,
before those whom they offended were to be no more seen. How many
thousand Things do I remember, which would have highly pleased my
Father, and I omitted for no other Reason, but that I thought what he
proposed the Effect of Humour and old Age, which I am now convinced
had Reason and good Sense in it. I cannot now go into the Parlour to
him, and make his Heart glad with an Account of a Matter which was of
no Consequence, but that I told it, and acted in it. The good Man and
Woman are long since in their Graves, who used to sit and plot the
Welfare of us their Children, while, perhaps, we were sometimes
laughing at the old Folks at another End of the House. The Truth of it
is, were we merely to follow Nature in these great Duties of Life,
tho we have a strong Instinct towards the performing of them, we
should be on both Sides very deficient. Age is so unwelcome to the
Generality of Mankind, and Growth towards Manhood so desirable to all,
that Resignation to Decay is too difficult a Task in the Father; and
Deference, amidst the Impulse of gay Desires, appears unreasonable to
the Son. There are so few who can grow old with a good Grace, and yet
fewer who can come slow enough into the World, that a Father, were he
to be actuated by his Desires, and a Son, were he to consult himself
only, could neither of them behave himself as he ought to the other.
But when Reason interposes against Instinct, where it would carry
either out of the Interests of the other, there arises that happiest
Intercourse of good Offices between those dearest Relations of human
Life. The Father, according to the Opportunities which are offered to
him, is throwing down Blessings on the Son, and the Son endeavouring
to appear the worthy Offspring of such a Father. It is after this
manner that _Camillus_ and his firstborn dwell together. _Camillus_
enjoys a pleasing and indolent old Age, in which Passion is subdued,
and Reason exalted. He waits the Day of his Dissolution with a
Resignation mixed with Delight, and the Son fears the Accession of his
Fathers Fortune with Diffidence, lest he should not enjoy or become
it as well as his Predecessor. Add to this, that the Father knows he
leaves a Friend to the Children of his Friends, an easie Landlord to
his Tenants, and an agreeable Companion to his Acquaintance. He
believes his Sons Behaviour will make him frequently remembered, but
never wanted. This Commerce is so well cemented, that without the Pomp
of saying, _Son, be a Friend to such a one when I am gone; Camillus_
knows, being in his Favour, is Direction enough to the grateful Youth
who is to succeed him, without the Admonition of his mentioning it.
These Gentlemen are honoured in all their Neighbourhood, and the same
Effect which the Court has on the Manner of a Kingdom, their
Characters have on all who live within the Influence of them.

My Son and I are not of Fortune to communicate our good Actions or
Intentions to so many as these Gentlemen do; but I will be bold to
say, my Son has, by the Applause and Approbation which his Behaviour
towards me has gained him, occasioned that many an old Man, besides my
self, has rejoiced. Other Mens Children follow the Example of mine,
and I have the inexpressible Happiness of overhearing our Neighbours,
as we ride by, point to their Children, and say, with a Voice of Joy,
There they go.

You cannot, _Mr_. SPECTATOR, pass your time better than insinuating
the Delights which these Relations well regarded bestow upon each
other. Ordinary Passions are no longer such, but mutual Love gives an
Importance to the most indifferent things, and a Merit to Actions the
most insignificant. When we look round the World, and observe the many
Misunderstandings which are created by the Malice and Insinuation of
the meanest Servants between People thus related, how necessary will
it appear that it were inculcated that Men would be upon their Guard
to support a Constancy of Affection, and that grounded upon the
Principles of Reason, not the Impulses of Instinct.

It is from the common Prejudices which Men receive from their Parents,
that Hatreds are kept alive from one Generation to another; and when
Men act by Instinct, Hatreds will descend when good Offices are
forgotten. For the Degeneracy of human Life is such, that our Anger is
more easily transferred to our Children than our Love. Love always
gives something to the Object it delights in, and Anger spoils the
Person against whom it is moved of something laudable in him. From
this Degeneracy therefore, and a sort of Self-Love, we are more prone
to take up the Ill-will of our Parents, than to follow them in their
Friendships.

One would think there should need no more to make Men keep up this
sort of Relation with the utmost Sanctity, than to examine their own
Hearts. If every Father remembered his own Thoughts and Inclinations
when he was a Son, and every Son remembered what he expected from his
Father, when he himself was in a State of Dependance, this one
Reflection would preserve Men from being dissolute or rigid in these
several Capacities. The Power and Subjection between them, when
broken, make them more emphatically Tyrants and Rebels against each
other, with greater Cruelty of Heart, than the Disruption of States
and Empires can possibly produce. I shall end this Application to you
with two Letters which passed between a Mother and Son very lately,
and are as follows.


_Dear_ FRANK,

If the Pleasures, which I have the Grief to hear you pursue in Town,
do not take up all your Time, do not deny your Mother so much of it,
as to read seriously this Letter. You said before Mr. _Letacre_,
that an old Woman might live very well in the Country upon half my
Jointure, and that your Father was a fond Fool to give me a
Rent-Charge of Eight hundred a Year to the Prejudice of his Son.
What _Letacre_ said to you upon that Occasion, you ought to have
born with more Decency, as he was your Fathers well-beloved
Servant, than to have called him _Country-put_. In the first place,
_Frank_, I must tell you, I will have my Rent duly paid, for I will
make up to your Sisters for the Partiality I was guilty of, in
making your Father do so much as he has done for you. I may, it
seems, live upon half my Jointure! I lived upon much less, _Frank_,
when I carried you from Place to Place in these Arms, and could
neither eat, dress, or mind any thing for feeding and tending you a
weakly Child, and shedding Tears when the Convulsions you were then
troubled with returned upon you. By my Care you outgrew them, to
throw away the Vigour of your Youth in the Arms of Harlots, and deny
your Mother what is not yours to detain. Both your Sisters are
crying to see the Passion which I smother; but if you please to go
on thus like a Gentleman of the Town, and forget all Regards to your
self and Family, I shall immediately enter upon your Estate for the
Arrear due to me, and without one Tear more contemn you for
forgetting the Fondness of your Mother, as much as you have the
Example of your Father. O _Frank_, do I live to omit writing myself,
_Your Affectionate Mother_, A.T.


_MADAM_,
I will come down to-morrow and pay the Money on my Knees. Pray write
so no more. I will take care you never shall, for I will be for ever
hereafter, _Your most dutiful Son_, F.T.

I will bring down new Heads for my Sisters. Pray let all be
forgotten.


T.

Café de Flore, Paris (@Richard Steele, The Spectator January 1 1712)

I was wrong in introducing my last post that the issue of the Spectator on December 31, 1711 was the last issue of the Spectator. I thought, when I saw the beginning of a January 1 text that it was a letter that Steele had put in his article, as he sometimes did. I was going to post that letter tonight, but I see it is a whole article.
Since, on a quick reading it talks of gallantry and ladies, it is fitting to be in the discussion at Cafe de Flore, Paris.

Il fait froid à Paris maintenant.

No. 263. Tuesday, January 1, 1712. Steele.



Gratulor quod eum quem necesse erat diligere, qualiscunque esset,
talem habemus ut libenter quoque diligamus.

Trebonius apud Tull.



_Mr_, SPECTATOR,

I am the happy Father of a very towardly Son, in whom I do not only
see my Life, but also my Manner of Life, renewed. It would be
extremely beneficial to Society, if you would frequently resume
Subjects which serve to bind these sort of Relations faster, and
endear the Ties of Blood with those of Good-will, Protection,
Observance, Indulgence, and Veneration. I would, methinks, have this
done after an uncommon Method, and do not think any one, who is not
capable of writing a good Play, fit to undertake a Work wherein there
will necessarily occur so many secret Instincts, and Biasses of human
Nature which would pass unobserved by common Eyes. I thank Heaven I
have no outrageous Offence against my own excellent Parents to answer
for; but when I am now and then alone, and look back upon my past
Life, from my earliest Infancy to this Time, there are many Faults
which I committed that did not appear to me, even till I my self
became a Father. I had not till then a Notion of the Earnings of
Heart, which a Man has when he sees his Child do a laudable Thing, or
the sudden Damp which seizes him when he fears he will act something
unworthy. It is not to be imagined, what a Remorse touched me for a
long Train of childish Negligencies of my Mother, when I saw my Wife
the other Day look out of the Window, and turn as pale as Ashes upon
seeing my younger Boy sliding upon the Ice. These slight Intimations
will give you to understand, that there are numberless little Crimes
which Children take no notice of while they are doing, which upon
Reflection, when they shall themselves become Fathers, they will look
upon with the utmost Sorrow and Contrition, that they did not regard,
before those whom they offended were to be no more seen. How many
thousand Things do I remember, which would have highly pleased my
Father, and I omitted for no other Reason, but that I thought what he
proposed the Effect of Humour and old Age, which I am now convinced
had Reason and good Sense in it. I cannot now go into the Parlour to
him, and make his Heart glad with an Account of a Matter which was of
no Consequence, but that I told it, and acted in it. The good Man and
Woman are long since in their Graves, who used to sit and plot the
Welfare of us their Children, while, perhaps, we were sometimes
laughing at the old Folks at another End of the House. The Truth of it
is, were we merely to follow Nature in these great Duties of Life,
tho we have a strong Instinct towards the performing of them, we
should be on both Sides very deficient. Age is so unwelcome to the
Generality of Mankind, and Growth towards Manhood so desirable to all,
that Resignation to Decay is too difficult a Task in the Father; and
Deference, amidst the Impulse of gay Desires, appears unreasonable to
the Son. There are so few who can grow old with a good Grace, and yet
fewer who can come slow enough into the World, that a Father, were he
to be actuated by his Desires, and a Son, were he to consult himself
only, could neither of them behave himself as he ought to the other.
But when Reason interposes against Instinct, where it would carry
either out of the Interests of the other, there arises that happiest
Intercourse of good Offices between those dearest Relations of human
Life. The Father, according to the Opportunities which are offered to
him, is throwing down Blessings on the Son, and the Son endeavouring
to appear the worthy Offspring of such a Father. It is after this
manner that _Camillus_ and his firstborn dwell together. _Camillus_
enjoys a pleasing and indolent old Age, in which Passion is subdued,
and Reason exalted. He waits the Day of his Dissolution with a
Resignation mixed with Delight, and the Son fears the Accession of his
Fathers Fortune with Diffidence, lest he should not enjoy or become
it as well as his Predecessor. Add to this, that the Father knows he
leaves a Friend to the Children of his Friends, an easie Landlord to
his Tenants, and an agreeable Companion to his Acquaintance. He
believes his Sons Behaviour will make him frequently remembered, but
never wanted. This Commerce is so well cemented, that without the Pomp
of saying, _Son, be a Friend to such a one when I am gone; Camillus_
knows, being in his Favour, is Direction enough to the grateful Youth
who is to succeed him, without the Admonition of his mentioning it.
These Gentlemen are honoured in all their Neighbourhood, and the same
Effect which the Court has on the Manner of a Kingdom, their
Characters have on all who live within the Influence of them.

My Son and I are not of Fortune to communicate our good Actions or
Intentions to so many as these Gentlemen do; but I will be bold to
say, my Son has, by the Applause and Approbation which his Behaviour
towards me has gained him, occasioned that many an old Man, besides my
self, has rejoiced. Other Mens Children follow the Example of mine,
and I have the inexpressible Happiness of overhearing our Neighbours,
as we ride by, point to their Children, and say, with a Voice of Joy,
There they go.

You cannot, _Mr_. SPECTATOR, pass your time better than insinuating
the Delights which these Relations well regarded bestow upon each
other. Ordinary Passions are no longer such, but mutual Love gives an
Importance to the most indifferent things, and a Merit to Actions the
most insignificant. When we look round the World, and observe the many
Misunderstandings which are created by the Malice and Insinuation of
the meanest Servants between People thus related, how necessary will
it appear that it were inculcated that Men would be upon their Guard
to support a Constancy of Affection, and that grounded upon the
Principles of Reason, not the Impulses of Instinct.

It is from the common Prejudices which Men receive from their Parents,
that Hatreds are kept alive from one Generation to another; and when
Men act by Instinct, Hatreds will descend when good Offices are
forgotten. For the Degeneracy of human Life is such, that our Anger is
more easily transferred to our Children than our Love. Love always
gives something to the Object it delights in, and Anger spoils the
Person against whom it is moved of something laudable in him. From
this Degeneracy therefore, and a sort of Self-Love, we are more prone
to take up the Ill-will of our Parents, than to follow them in their
Friendships.

One would think there should need no more to make Men keep up this
sort of Relation with the utmost Sanctity, than to examine their own
Hearts. If every Father remembered his own Thoughts and Inclinations
when he was a Son, and every Son remembered what he expected from his
Father, when he himself was in a State of Dependance, this one
Reflection would preserve Men from being dissolute or rigid in these
several Capacities. The Power and Subjection between them, when
broken, make them more emphatically Tyrants and Rebels against each
other, with greater Cruelty of Heart, than the Disruption of States
and Empires can possibly produce. I shall end this Application to you
with two Letters which passed between a Mother and Son very lately,
and are as follows.


_Dear_ FRANK,

If the Pleasures, which I have the Grief to hear you pursue in Town,
do not take up all your Time, do not deny your Mother so much of it,
as to read seriously this Letter. You said before Mr. _Letacre_,
that an old Woman might live very well in the Country upon half my
Jointure, and that your Father was a fond Fool to give me a
Rent-Charge of Eight hundred a Year to the Prejudice of his Son.
What _Letacre_ said to you upon that Occasion, you ought to have
born with more Decency, as he was your Fathers well-beloved
Servant, than to have called him _Country-put_. In the first place,
_Frank_, I must tell you, I will have my Rent duly paid, for I will
make up to your Sisters for the Partiality I was guilty of, in
making your Father do so much as he has done for you. I may, it
seems, live upon half my Jointure! I lived upon much less, _Frank_,
when I carried you from Place to Place in these Arms, and could
neither eat, dress, or mind any thing for feeding and tending you a
weakly Child, and shedding Tears when the Convulsions you were then
troubled with returned upon you. By my Care you outgrew them, to
throw away the Vigour of your Youth in the Arms of Harlots, and deny
your Mother what is not yours to detain. Both your Sisters are
crying to see the Passion which I smother; but if you please to go
on thus like a Gentleman of the Town, and forget all Regards to your
self and Family, I shall immediately enter upon your Estate for the
Arrear due to me, and without one Tear more contemn you for
forgetting the Fondness of your Mother, as much as you have the
Example of your Father. O _Frank_, do I live to omit writing myself,
_Your Affectionate Mother_, A.T.


_MADAM_,
I will come down to-morrow and pay the Money on my Knees. Pray write
so no more. I will take care you never shall, for I will be for ever
hereafter, _Your most dutiful Son_, F.T.

I will bring down new Heads for my Sisters. Pray let all be
forgotten.


T.

Café de Flore, Paris (@Richard Steele, The Spectator January 1 1712)

I was wrong in introducing my last post that the issue of the Spectator on December 31, 1711 was the last issue of the Spectator. I thought, when I saw the beginning of a January 1 text that it was a letter that Steele had put in his article, as he sometimes did. I was going to post that letter tonight, but I see it is a whole article.
Since, on a quick reading it talks of gallantry and ladies, it is fitting to be in the discussion at Cafe de Flore, Paris.

Il fait froid à Paris maintenant.

No. 263. Tuesday, January 1, 1712. Steele.



Gratulor quod eum quem necesse erat diligere, qualiscunque esset,
talem habemus ut libenter quoque diligamus.

Trebonius apud Tull.



_Mr_, SPECTATOR,

I am the happy Father of a very towardly Son, in whom I do not only
see my Life, but also my Manner of Life, renewed. It would be
extremely beneficial to Society, if you would frequently resume
Subjects which serve to bind these sort of Relations faster, and
endear the Ties of Blood with those of Good-will, Protection,
Observance, Indulgence, and Veneration. I would, methinks, have this
done after an uncommon Method, and do not think any one, who is not
capable of writing a good Play, fit to undertake a Work wherein there
will necessarily occur so many secret Instincts, and Biasses of human
Nature which would pass unobserved by common Eyes. I thank Heaven I
have no outrageous Offence against my own excellent Parents to answer
for; but when I am now and then alone, and look back upon my past
Life, from my earliest Infancy to this Time, there are many Faults
which I committed that did not appear to me, even till I my self
became a Father. I had not till then a Notion of the Earnings of
Heart, which a Man has when he sees his Child do a laudable Thing, or
the sudden Damp which seizes him when he fears he will act something
unworthy. It is not to be imagined, what a Remorse touched me for a
long Train of childish Negligencies of my Mother, when I saw my Wife
the other Day look out of the Window, and turn as pale as Ashes upon
seeing my younger Boy sliding upon the Ice. These slight Intimations
will give you to understand, that there are numberless little Crimes
which Children take no notice of while they are doing, which upon
Reflection, when they shall themselves become Fathers, they will look
upon with the utmost Sorrow and Contrition, that they did not regard,
before those whom they offended were to be no more seen. How many
thousand Things do I remember, which would have highly pleased my
Father, and I omitted for no other Reason, but that I thought what he
proposed the Effect of Humour and old Age, which I am now convinced
had Reason and good Sense in it. I cannot now go into the Parlour to
him, and make his Heart glad with an Account of a Matter which was of
no Consequence, but that I told it, and acted in it. The good Man and
Woman are long since in their Graves, who used to sit and plot the
Welfare of us their Children, while, perhaps, we were sometimes
laughing at the old Folks at another End of the House. The Truth of it
is, were we merely to follow Nature in these great Duties of Life,
tho we have a strong Instinct towards the performing of them, we
should be on both Sides very deficient. Age is so unwelcome to the
Generality of Mankind, and Growth towards Manhood so desirable to all,
that Resignation to Decay is too difficult a Task in the Father; and
Deference, amidst the Impulse of gay Desires, appears unreasonable to
the Son. There are so few who can grow old with a good Grace, and yet
fewer who can come slow enough into the World, that a Father, were he
to be actuated by his Desires, and a Son, were he to consult himself
only, could neither of them behave himself as he ought to the other.
But when Reason interposes against Instinct, where it would carry
either out of the Interests of the other, there arises that happiest
Intercourse of good Offices between those dearest Relations of human
Life. The Father, according to the Opportunities which are offered to
him, is throwing down Blessings on the Son, and the Son endeavouring
to appear the worthy Offspring of such a Father. It is after this
manner that _Camillus_ and his firstborn dwell together. _Camillus_
enjoys a pleasing and indolent old Age, in which Passion is subdued,
and Reason exalted. He waits the Day of his Dissolution with a
Resignation mixed with Delight, and the Son fears the Accession of his
Fathers Fortune with Diffidence, lest he should not enjoy or become
it as well as his Predecessor. Add to this, that the Father knows he
leaves a Friend to the Children of his Friends, an easie Landlord to
his Tenants, and an agreeable Companion to his Acquaintance. He
believes his Sons Behaviour will make him frequently remembered, but
never wanted. This Commerce is so well cemented, that without the Pomp
of saying, _Son, be a Friend to such a one when I am gone; Camillus_
knows, being in his Favour, is Direction enough to the grateful Youth
who is to succeed him, without the Admonition of his mentioning it.
These Gentlemen are honoured in all their Neighbourhood, and the same
Effect which the Court has on the Manner of a Kingdom, their
Characters have on all who live within the Influence of them.

My Son and I are not of Fortune to communicate our good Actions or
Intentions to so many as these Gentlemen do; but I will be bold to
say, my Son has, by the Applause and Approbation which his Behaviour
towards me has gained him, occasioned that many an old Man, besides my
self, has rejoiced. Other Mens Children follow the Example of mine,
and I have the inexpressible Happiness of overhearing our Neighbours,
as we ride by, point to their Children, and say, with a Voice of Joy,
There they go.

You cannot, _Mr_. SPECTATOR, pass your time better than insinuating
the Delights which these Relations well regarded bestow upon each
other. Ordinary Passions are no longer such, but mutual Love gives an
Importance to the most indifferent things, and a Merit to Actions the
most insignificant. When we look round the World, and observe the many
Misunderstandings which are created by the Malice and Insinuation of
the meanest Servants between People thus related, how necessary will
it appear that it were inculcated that Men would be upon their Guard
to support a Constancy of Affection, and that grounded upon the
Principles of Reason, not the Impulses of Instinct.

It is from the common Prejudices which Men receive from their Parents,
that Hatreds are kept alive from one Generation to another; and when
Men act by Instinct, Hatreds will descend when good Offices are
forgotten. For the Degeneracy of human Life is such, that our Anger is
more easily transferred to our Children than our Love. Love always
gives something to the Object it delights in, and Anger spoils the
Person against whom it is moved of something laudable in him. From
this Degeneracy therefore, and a sort of Self-Love, we are more prone
to take up the Ill-will of our Parents, than to follow them in their
Friendships.

One would think there should need no more to make Men keep up this
sort of Relation with the utmost Sanctity, than to examine their own
Hearts. If every Father remembered his own Thoughts and Inclinations
when he was a Son, and every Son remembered what he expected from his
Father, when he himself was in a State of Dependance, this one
Reflection would preserve Men from being dissolute or rigid in these
several Capacities. The Power and Subjection between them, when
broken, make them more emphatically Tyrants and Rebels against each
other, with greater Cruelty of Heart, than the Disruption of States
and Empires can possibly produce. I shall end this Application to you
with two Letters which passed between a Mother and Son very lately,
and are as follows.


_Dear_ FRANK,

If the Pleasures, which I have the Grief to hear you pursue in Town,
do not take up all your Time, do not deny your Mother so much of it,
as to read seriously this Letter. You said before Mr. _Letacre_,
that an old Woman might live very well in the Country upon half my
Jointure, and that your Father was a fond Fool to give me a
Rent-Charge of Eight hundred a Year to the Prejudice of his Son.
What _Letacre_ said to you upon that Occasion, you ought to have
born with more Decency, as he was your Fathers well-beloved
Servant, than to have called him _Country-put_. In the first place,
_Frank_, I must tell you, I will have my Rent duly paid, for I will
make up to your Sisters for the Partiality I was guilty of, in
making your Father do so much as he has done for you. I may, it
seems, live upon half my Jointure! I lived upon much less, _Frank_,
when I carried you from Place to Place in these Arms, and could
neither eat, dress, or mind any thing for feeding and tending you a
weakly Child, and shedding Tears when the Convulsions you were then
troubled with returned upon you. By my Care you outgrew them, to
throw away the Vigour of your Youth in the Arms of Harlots, and deny
your Mother what is not yours to detain. Both your Sisters are
crying to see the Passion which I smother; but if you please to go
on thus like a Gentleman of the Town, and forget all Regards to your
self and Family, I shall immediately enter upon your Estate for the
Arrear due to me, and without one Tear more contemn you for
forgetting the Fondness of your Mother, as much as you have the
Example of your Father. O _Frank_, do I live to omit writing myself,
_Your Affectionate Mother_, A.T.


_MADAM_,
I will come down to-morrow and pay the Money on my Knees. Pray write
so no more. I will take care you never shall, for I will be for ever
hereafter, _Your most dutiful Son_, F.T.

I will bring down new Heads for my Sisters. Pray let all be
forgotten.


T.