I
was amused yesterday to read the Facebook comment of a British expat who lives
up in the hills. She was looking for the recipient of one letter in a
bunch she'd been given by the local postlady to distribute to "the
English in your area". Not unusual, apparently.
An interesting new development for those with smartphones . . .
Here's a pretty good description of positive thinking, if not of the
whole philosophy of cognitive behavioural therapy (CBT):-
Stop kicking against the pricks. Pretend to be happy and easy in your mind and you will be. For, though thought doesn't change the facts, it often influences a situation by moderating our feelings and controlling our judgement.
The interesting thing is that it was written in 1499 and put into the mouth of one of the characters in Fernando de Rojas' La Celestina. It's been said of de Rojas that, if Cervantes hadn't existed, he would've been acclaimed as the author of "the greatest imaginative work produced in Spain". Whereas I suspect he's hardly known outside the Hispanic world. Still, it's a LOL great read. The English title, by the way, is The Spanish Bawd, even though Celestina means 'matchmaker' or 'go-between'.
Stop kicking against the pricks. Pretend to be happy and easy in your mind and you will be. For, though thought doesn't change the facts, it often influences a situation by moderating our feelings and controlling our judgement.
The interesting thing is that it was written in 1499 and put into the mouth of one of the characters in Fernando de Rojas' La Celestina. It's been said of de Rojas that, if Cervantes hadn't existed, he would've been acclaimed as the author of "the greatest imaginative work produced in Spain". Whereas I suspect he's hardly known outside the Hispanic world. Still, it's a LOL great read. The English title, by the way, is The Spanish Bawd, even though Celestina means 'matchmaker' or 'go-between'.
Finally
. . . As my camera is on the blink again, these are possibly the last
fotos I'll take with it:-
An
unusual roundabout; no one has yet driven into the signs at the front
of it.
A
UFO I saw when leaving my house the other night. It wasn't there when
I came back half an hour later, so I guess it landed somewhere. Or
went back to planet Zog. No, it's not the moon, which was elsewhere in the sky. Where else?
And,
finally . . . . The house below mine which has now been under construction for 8 months. As I may have said, it looks more and more like a bunker. And, as he's a native of Pontevedra, I suspect it's being built for the Spanish President, Mariano Rajoy. For when the revolution finally comes.
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