When The Station Leaves The Train

By Eric Le Roy

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A couple of days ago, my colleague informed me that almost all of our readership had disappeared. Apparently, our erstwhile ‘fans’ are now opting for the seamless, dreamless efficiency of AI. I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t prefer to have the world and all that’s in it summarized in a few seconds, when the alternative is a laborious process once known as ‘thought’?

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The Finch And The Falconer

By Eric Le Roy

     

                         

“The world is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel” – Horace Walpole

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Only the Lonely” was the signature song of a guy named Roy Orbison, a star in the early rock’ n’ roll era. Orbison died in 1988 of a heart attack at the age of 52. Songs are full of lonely guys; they were back … Read the rest

The Opera Of Language: A Stuttering Soliloquy

By Eric Le Roy

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.Bruegel’s ‘Tower of Babel’

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Content 18+ My Budapest-based friend and colleague Artem (I refer to him so much you might think he is just my alter-ego or imaginary friend like a teddy bear or ghost in the forest) shared the following information with me recently:

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My gym trainer told me that English is a language of idiots as it is very Read the rest

Love In The Spring And Fall

By Eric Le Roy

                         

REMEMBRANCE by Rainer Rilke

And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing

which would infinitely enrich your life:

the powerful, the unique and uncommon,

the awakening of sleeping stones —

depths that would reveal you to yourself.

In the dusk you notice the book shelves

with their volumes in brown and gold;

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Mighty Imposters

Content 18+ Some people might ask me why, even usually have a different opinion on the subject, Eric and I have posts in the same blog?

I would say it is about two things: multiculturalism and unbiasedness. You see, Eric could have been my grandfather, if only we were born somewhere a bit closer than on the different sides of the Pond, and me even deeper in the continent.

We … Read the rest