The sole difference between myself and a madman is the fact that I am not mad. -Salvador Dali, painter (11 May 1904-1989)
Hi Katarina! Trust you are well. I leave for Brno Saturday morning at 4:21 am! I am supposed to arrive in Brno at 16:36. Can you tell me if you have reserved the same room in the same hotel I will be staying in once the tour starts, VV Hotel Garni, Mlýnská 8A, 60200 Brno. I am supposed to have WiFi on the train so you should be able to send me a message while I'm en route, if not before. As well, is the hotel within reasonable distance of the train station? Thanks. Look forward to seeing you. Cheers, Patrizzio!
Dearest, Dear Swiss! Just a very quick note to thank all of you for showing such a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful time to The Canadian Freeloader! I apologize for the brevity of this message when there is so much to thank everyone for BUT I'm off to Brno at 4:21 am on Saturday morning and I needs must catch a few hours sleep before Rudi Rudenheimer chauffeurs me to the train station. That being said, I trust you will forgive me for not sending along more pictures, in this messagio, of the fantabulous times we spent together but rest assured I will endeavour to prepare various albums of my remarkable stay in Switzerland, made possible by everyone's unstinting generosity, more than enjoyable companionship and deep, abiding friendship. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for the kindness and humour you showered upon me at every turn of the way. I trust our paths will cross, in the not too, too distant future. Until then, stay well. Take care of each other. Fondestos, Love and Cheers, Patrizzio!
Dear Patrick Thank you for your pictures and good wishes! We enjoi our holiday here in Spain: Lots of good food and terrific wines from the Empordà, Montsant and Priorato count. Nice walks with Iris (sister of Monica/Eveline) along the wild sea coast. Sorry we missed you, see you next time with Corinne and enjoi your further trip! Cheers! Max & Monica
Dear Patrick Thank you for your pictures and good wishes! We enjoi our holiday here in Spain: Lots of good food and terrific wines from the Empordà, Montsant and Priorato count. Nice walks with Iris (sister of Monica/Eveline) along the wild sea coast. Sorry we missed you, see you next time with Corinne and enjoi your further trip! Cheers! Max & Monica
Dear Patrick Thank you for the images. It was a pleasure to meet you in Ittigen and to catch up. We wish you a save journey and look forward to hear from your bicycle adventures. We have just returned home to Bern from Germany yesterday from a holiday with Sabine’s parents, her brother Christoph and his girlfriend Michelle. We had a very good time together. The next family reunion we hope to do in Scandinavian ambiente.
I would be glad if you can forward my email address to your friend in Aarhus. I will be driving up to Copenhagen in the in first or second week of July and Sabine and the kids will follow by plane on the 10th. We have a guest room available in any case! best wishes, Sabine and Simon
Hi Brenda Louise! Trust you are well. Must say that I am enjoying myself, and immensely so! Stay well. Fondestos to you and Wally! Cheers, Patrizzio! Hi Donna Florida and Prickly Pear! Trust you are both well. Quite enjoyed seeing snaps of your Colorado visit. Cheers, Patrizzio! [David Kessler Brent and Krista's new cabin! WOW! — at Boulder, Colorado.]
A World to Win by Sven-Eric Liedman. Verso, Albert Bonniers Förlag 2015 Starting in 1843, Karl Marx spent 15 months in the rich cultural ferment that was Paris. His book, Das Kapital, would be published in 1867 and start the most intense global ideological struggle of the Industrial Age--and beyond:
"Marx came to Paris in late October 1843. Under pressure from the Prussians, French authorities deported him in early February 1845. His stay thus lasted barely fifteen months. But they were fifteen months that meant a revolution in his life.
"The 1830s and 1840s were exceptionally creative decades. Paris was at the focal point for everything new. Social projects blossomed, at least in ideas and dreams. Most of [Henri de] Saint-Simon's many followers were in Paris, Charles Fourier's visions of the future drew people to the city, and it was here that Etienne Caber's plans for a new kingdom of happiness enjoyed success. Pierre Leroux, who helped redefine socialism, was in Paris. And another term, 'communism', was also turning up more and more frequently.' ...
"Paris was not just a melting pot in the field of ideologies. Culture in its narrower meaning was in a vital phase. Its literature was rich and lively. Honore de Balzac was constructing the substantial world of his novels, a singular panorama of contemporary France. Aurore Dudevant, alias George Sand, was also enjoying great success as an author. Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve became the first literary critic in the modern sense.
Franz Liszt Fantasizing at the Piano. The imagined gathering shows seated Alfred de Musset or Alexandre Dumas, père, George Sand, Franz Liszt, Marie d'Agoult; standing Hector Berlioz or Victor Hugo, Niccolò Paganini, Gioachino Rossini; a bust of Beethoven on the Graf grand piano, a portrait of Byron on the wall, a statue of Joan of Arc on the far left.
"Musical life was equally significant. Paris was the city of Hector Berlioz, and the great composers and musicians of the time stayed there for shorter or longer periods: Franz Liszt, Frederic Chopin, Richard Wagner, Felix Mendelssohn, Hector Berlioz, and many others. The scope among painters was no smaller: everything from Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres's paintings of beautiful, well-dressed society ladies to Honore Daumier's incomparably nasty caricatures of the men of power was to be found here.
"On the other hand, France was politically stagnant after the July Revolution of 1830. The king, Louis Philippe, was satisfied with a system in which money reigned supreme. His understanding was shared by the leading politician, Francois Guizot, whose most famous utterance to the French has already been quoted: 'Get rich! Get rich!' But social rifts and dissatisfaction were increasing.
"It was this remarkable environment which greeted Marx and his wife Jenny. Jenny was already pregnant, and on 1 May 1844, their daughter Jenny -- who would come to be called Jennychen -- was born.
"Domestic happiness did not prevent the young husband and father from making himself at home in the simmering new environment. He was not the only German who had taken refuge in Paris. There was an entire German colony that included everyone from poets to craftsmen. In Paris, they could live a freer, richer life than they could in their German homelands.
"One of them was the great author Heinrich Heine. Marx came to know him in December 1843, and he, Jenny, and Heine began a deep friendship. Through Heine, Marx began to frequent one of the real focal points of Parisian life: the salon of Marie d' Agoult, where many musicians, artists, and authors met."
"Marx came to Paris in late October 1843. Under pressure from the Prussians, French authorities deported him in early February 1845. His stay thus lasted barely fifteen months. But they were fifteen months that meant a revolution in his life.
"The 1830s and 1840s were exceptionally creative decades. Paris was at the focal point for everything new. Social projects blossomed, at least in ideas and dreams. Most of [Henri de] Saint-Simon's many followers were in Paris, Charles Fourier's visions of the future drew people to the city, and it was here that Etienne Caber's plans for a new kingdom of happiness enjoyed success. Pierre Leroux, who helped redefine socialism, was in Paris. And another term, 'communism', was also turning up more and more frequently.' ...
"Paris was not just a melting pot in the field of ideologies. Culture in its narrower meaning was in a vital phase. Its literature was rich and lively. Honore de Balzac was constructing the substantial world of his novels, a singular panorama of contemporary France. Aurore Dudevant, alias George Sand, was also enjoying great success as an author. Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve became the first literary critic in the modern sense.
Franz Liszt Fantasizing at the Piano. The imagined gathering shows seated Alfred de Musset or Alexandre Dumas, père, George Sand, Franz Liszt, Marie d'Agoult; standing Hector Berlioz or Victor Hugo, Niccolò Paganini, Gioachino Rossini; a bust of Beethoven on the Graf grand piano, a portrait of Byron on the wall, a statue of Joan of Arc on the far left.
"Musical life was equally significant. Paris was the city of Hector Berlioz, and the great composers and musicians of the time stayed there for shorter or longer periods: Franz Liszt, Frederic Chopin, Richard Wagner, Felix Mendelssohn, Hector Berlioz, and many others. The scope among painters was no smaller: everything from Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres's paintings of beautiful, well-dressed society ladies to Honore Daumier's incomparably nasty caricatures of the men of power was to be found here.
"On the other hand, France was politically stagnant after the July Revolution of 1830. The king, Louis Philippe, was satisfied with a system in which money reigned supreme. His understanding was shared by the leading politician, Francois Guizot, whose most famous utterance to the French has already been quoted: 'Get rich! Get rich!' But social rifts and dissatisfaction were increasing.
"It was this remarkable environment which greeted Marx and his wife Jenny. Jenny was already pregnant, and on 1 May 1844, their daughter Jenny -- who would come to be called Jennychen -- was born.
"Domestic happiness did not prevent the young husband and father from making himself at home in the simmering new environment. He was not the only German who had taken refuge in Paris. There was an entire German colony that included everyone from poets to craftsmen. In Paris, they could live a freer, richer life than they could in their German homelands.
"One of them was the great author Heinrich Heine. Marx came to know him in December 1843, and he, Jenny, and Heine began a deep friendship. Through Heine, Marx began to frequent one of the real focal points of Parisian life: the salon of Marie d' Agoult, where many musicians, artists, and authors met."
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