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Operation Mani pulite "

Every week when I collect my pack to go over and I grab my new Best Friend Forever, I Velleda my marker (which I already had to change once, taking the XL model, which does not fit in my kit, but should last longer, I hope) I solemnly swear that today I leave there with hands nickel.

Markers are a girl's best friends!

What I mean everybody knows the chalk, small airborne particles that will whiten in a jiffy, and everyone has at least one anecdote of the teacher who, forgetting that his hands were covered, hit any point on its anatomy (as a rule, her posterior), leaving the same sudden trace of a magnificent hand quite suggestive and triggering the hilarity every time he turned to go to the board.

The whiteboard marker Velleda was supposed to fix that. Mistake, at least in my case. I do not know how I'm doing, but I always find myself at the end of class in the hands of a minor, a very becoming black, which means that, at this moment, I hesitate even to protect them from cold by burying them in the pockets of my big coat or put on my gorgeous red gloves.

thing I discovered to my second course, when, after a particularly lively session on "So, what would you have written instead of the journalist on that movie?", looking with satisfaction my students leave the room slowly, I rose (I'm still standing course, for those of lower ranks do not get off so easily, but I tend to lean to lean on the desktop) and noticed with some horror, mingled with astonishment that I had left it two magnificent marks black hands, perfectly clear. Turning his gaze to the heads, I could see that they were, indeed, all that was most disgusting. And yet, I did not feel like much writing on the blackboard during these two hours there.

Since then, I'm repeating myself "today mani pulite " loop like a mantra during the three hours before my classes, one second pause when I get hold of marker and hang like a damned the eraser, half past one or two hours later, the result is always the same: yuck.

It must be said that an accident is so fast arrived! You write a word, you forget an "s", a leg in an "m" you pass your sentence in the singular and, by reflex, first write a "-ent" at the end of the verb and wham! without thinking, you use your zolies mimine to clear before grinding. It's quick, easy and it requires a minimum mental effort.

Yeah. Except that little small correction after correction, your paws also become quite nasty if you did not have them washed the week. A bit annoying, besides the quite nasty in question, then sticks everywhere on the desktop where you rely, therefore, but also on your course, leaves you challenge your students at the end of the session, the switch, the door handle, the book you read in the RER, etc..

("Dirty Hands", photo by analytik; source: Flickr)

two options open to me so now: either I'm getting amputated both hands to make me graft instead Velleda two markers (or marker and eraser, your choice), but it might be a bit complicated for my then living off the course (because I try to have a life outside of my classes, contrary to what seems to think my students, who send me their stories at any time of day and night, Saturday and Sunday included), or I bump by wearing latex gloves, but then they already take me for a defect of Punctuation seeking to confine them in the classroom to prevent them from escaping , it does not settle my case. Although, if it can encourage them to make me their stories and their comments made in due time, all things considered, it might be interesting ...

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This is not to my pub, but next Friday, from 14h to 17h, I'll be at the forum on opportunities for commercial and literary prépas organized by the school e Pothier Orleans. My old school, whatever. One from which I joined.

Officially, I will represent the ENS and the die classics, but if there is no representative, I can also do Nanterre. Even the Sorbonne (trying not to break too, I promise - you know my intellectual honesty).

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" Andromache "in the French Comedy Theatre in Antiquity

Last Friday, I went with friends, the" Andromache " from Racine to the French Comedy . In view of critics, the World (too old so I can get you the link, sorry) like Pierre Assouline (whose title continues to plunge into an abyss of perplexity), it was double or nothing: either you loved it and hung, or they remained stranded and the two hours without intermission seemed very, very long.

In my case, I was rather between the two: I generally liked, but the choice of staging that have made me also periodically called upon to lift his eyes to heaven, sighing annoyance.

start with the positives: the decor is minimal, leaving room for any words of Racine, and that's pretty successful. Indeed, the text is more than enough, and when we decide to do in the ancient classical (columns, curtains), it is best not to overdo it, otherwise fall into the kitsch peplum ".

The music in the background I was not bothered either: it was not too strong, but besides that it does not go very far when we know what can be music contemporary classical today (but hey, I may not be very objective about it), because it was more or less the same sequence looping, I ended up wondering what she could serve. That said, why not.

In fact, the problem of this piece, it is not the archiclassicisme sets and costumes, but the choice of interpretation and diction.

I am not against the diction "Racine" ("what we imagine Racine" is more accurate) of pronouncing the text in some hieratic and solemn. After all, there has something solemn in the plays of Racine, which is that his characters are not the same attitude as those of Corneille.

But, it does was not necessary: 1) start to scream suddenly, without cause, 2) periodically take a hoarse voice halfway between Grendizer and Darth Vader. Friday evening, from my point of view (I may have a sharp tongue), Clément Hervieu-Léger (Orestes) and Eric Ruf (Pyrrhus) completely missed their entry because of it.

Moreover, the problem of the diction is that if one is not very good, it's horrible whenever Aurelien Recoing (Phoenix, confidant of Pyrrhus) Suliana and Brahim (Cleone, confidante Hermione) opened their mouths, I could not help but sigh and it was frankly impossible to be worse, although I admit that during the story by Cleone the arrival of Pyrrhus and Andromache in the temple, it was significantly improved for a minute or two.

Last confidante, Celine Samie (Cephisus), was she, not bad, but I wonder if this is not especially compared with the character Main accompanies it, Andromache (Cecile Brune): take a log, put him in Greek dress and you have the character we've seen evolve on stage Friday night.

One of my friends' m rightly noted that it changed the Andromache weeping mothers that we normally used. Certainly. And I recognize that the complete representation petrified in its sorrow over Pirro is not a bad idea. But finally, when it is not there, was it necessary to make it as devoid of expression and feeling? "O-my-son-o-my-father": a machine even pronounce the better. Even the famous description of the capture of Troy, a perfect example of hypotyposis (ie description so vivid that you feel you really have it in front), is completely missed: it leaves us as cold a recitation shopping list.

In truth, the real protagonist of this piece as it is put stage here is Hermione. Leonie Simaga is simply excellent: it makes it soft diction Racine, supports his character as ever and proves very clearly above all its partners, including an experienced player and he also usually excellent as Eric Ruf. ;

In short, if I had one suggestion for the French Comedy, it would drop "Andromache" and to rename their room "Hermione". This is only fair and there would be less fraud on the "goods".

In terms of going to see it or not, I leave you free to decide in the light of my report (as usual) because I can not advise you or discourage you. It's up to you !

(Last visit Hector to his wife Andromache and her son Astyanax, column krater Apulian red-figure, dated c. 370-360 BC. J.-C ., found in Ruvo, and kept at the National Palace Museum Jatta in Ruvo di Puglia (Bari province), Italy photo by Jastrow, source: Wikipedia Commons)