Curious, by Louis Brown

Ionesco, Lewis Carroll, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Eugène Ionesco, La Cantatrice chauve

Eugène Ionesco (born Eugen Ionescu, Romanian: 26 November 1909 – 28 March 1994) was a Romanian-French playwright who wrote mostly in French, and one of the foremost figures of the French Avant-garde theatre [well, the theater of the abusrd]. Beyond ridiculing the most banal situations, Ionesco’s plays depict the solitude and insignificance of human existence in a tangible way.

[la cantatrice sings operatic songs or national anthems whereas une chanteuse sings pop songs. Edith Piaff was a chanteuse. That explains the translation “soprano’]

Mr. MARTIN : Depuis que je suis arrivé à Londres, j’habite rue Bromfleld, chère Madame.

Mme MARTIN : Comme c’est curieux, comme c’est bizarre ! moi aussi, depuis mon arrivée à Londres j’habite rue Bromfleld, cher Monsieur.

Mr. MARTIN : Comme c’est curieux, mais alors, mais alors, nous nous sommes peut-être rencontrés rue Bromfleld, chère Madame.

Mme MARTIN : Comme c’est curieux ; comme c’est bizarre ! c’est bien possible, après tout ! Mais je ne m’en souviens pas, cher Monsieur.

Mr. MARTIN : Je demeure au N° 19, chère Madame.

Mme MARTIN : Comme c’est curieux, moi aussi j’habite au N° 19, cher Monsieur.

Mr. MARTIN : Mais alors, mais alors, mais alors, mais alors, mais alors, nous nous sommes peut-être vus dans cette maison, chère Madame !

Mme MARTIN : C’est bien possible, mais je ne m’en souviens pas, cher Monsieur.

Mr. MARTIN : Mon appartement est au cinquième étage, c’est le numéro 8, chère Madame.

Mme MARTIN Comme c’est curieux, mon Dieu, comme c’est bizarre ! et quelle coïncidence ! moi aussi j’habite au cinquième étage, dans l’appartement numéro 8, cher Monsieur !

Mr. MARTIN ( songeur ) : Comme c’est curieux, comme c’est curieux, comme c’est curieux et quelle coïncidence! vous savez, dans ma chambre à coucher j’ai un lit. Mon lit est couvert d’un édredon vert. Cette chambre, avec ce lit et son édredon vert, se trouve au fond du corridor, entre les water et la bibliothèque, chère madame !

Mme MARTIN : Quelle coïncidence, ah mon Dieu, quelle coïncidence ! Ma chambre à coucher a, elle aussi, un lit avec un édredon vert et se trouve au fond du corridor, entre les water, cher Monsieur, et la bibliothèque !

Mr. MARTIN : Comme c’est bizarre, curieux, étrange ! alors. Madame, nous habitons dans la même chambre et si nous dormons dans le même lit, chère Madame. C’est peut-être là que nous nous sommes rencontrés.

Mme MARTIN : Comme c’est curieux et quelle coïncidence! C’est bien possible que nous nous y soyons rencontrés, et peut-être même la nuit dernière. Mais je ne m’en souviens pas, cher Monsieur !

Mr. MARTIN : J’ai une petite fille, ma petite fille, elle habite avec moi, chère Madame. Elle a deux ans, elle est blonde, elle a un œil blanc et un œil rouge, elle est très jolie, elle s’appelle Alice, chère Madame.

Mme MARTIN : Quelle bizarre coïncidence ! moi aussi j’ai une petite fille, elle a deux ans, un œil blanc et un œil rouge, elle est très jolie et s’appelle aussi Alice, cher Monsieur !

Mr. MARTIN : ( Même voix traînante, monotone ). Comme c’est curieux et quelle coïncidence ! et bizarre ! c’est peut-être la même, chère Madame !

Lewis Carroll

CHAPTER II (Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll “Alice in Wonderland” redirects here. For other uses, see Alice in Wonderland (disambiguation). Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is a novel by Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson), published on 4 July 1865

The Pool of Tears

‘Curiouser and curiouser!’ cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); ‘now I’m opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!’ (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). ‘Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I’m sure I shan’t be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can; –but I must be kind to them,’ thought Alice, `or perhaps they won’t walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I’ll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.’

Alice stretched tall.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle


The curious Sherlock Holmes and the curious Dr. Watson, both found many curious clues in their murder investigations. Agatha Christie also found curious clues, curious inconsistencies that led her to discover the identity of a victim’s true killer. It is the favorite adjective of the British murder mystery genre and tradition.

© 11 December 2017

About the Author

I was born in 1944, I lived most of my life in New York City, Queens County. I still commute there. I worked for many years as a Caseworker for New York City Human Resources Administration, dealing with mentally impaired clients, then as a social work Supervisor dealing with homeless PWA’s. I have an apartment in Wheat Ridge, CO. I retired in 2002. I have a few interesting stories to tell. My boyfriend Kevin lives in New York City. I graduated Queens College, CUNY, in 1967.

Favorite Places by Ricky

I
have many “favorite places” depending upon which part of my life I am
remembering.  Only a few can be called
absolute favorites throughout my life. 
What follows is only a listing of those places which are withstanding
the ravages of time upon my memories.

These places are listed in no particular “favorite” order.

1.   Disneyland
– Peter Pan Ride (I first rode this in 1955)
2.   Disneyland
– Alice in Wonderland Ride (I first rode this in 1955)
3.   Lake
Tahoe – Emerald Bay (My first summer home at Lake Tahoe – 1958)
4.   LDS
Manti Temple (Deborah and I married here in 1973)
5.   Mt.
Rushmore, South Dakota (I recharge my patriotism here)
6.   Epcot
Center – Journey Into Imagination with Figment (My family LOVED this ride.  We rode it three times in a row without
getting off the ride to reenter.  This
link is for the newest version not the one we saw years ago.)
  
7.   BSA
Camp Winton (I was a boy camper 2 years and on the “Staph” in 1966.  The “staph” spelling was my idea.  My name is recorded around the “XX” brand
left of center.)
8.   Disneyland
Paris – Space Mountain (My youngest daughter, her friend boy, and I rode this
twice.) 
  
9.   Step-father’s
Tour Boat (I was his deckhand all summer in 1958)
10.   The
California Redwood forest at Trees of
Mystery.
  Specifically, the
“Cathedral Trees.”
The Redwoods

Joseph B. Strauss

Here,
sown by the Creator’s hand.
In serried ranks, the Redwoods stand:
No other clime is honored so,
No other lands their glory know.

The greatest of Earth’s living forms,
Tall conquerors that laugh at storms;
Their challenge still unanswered rings,
Through fifty centuries of kings.

The nations that with them were young,
Rich empires, with their forts far-flung,
Lie buried now-their splendor gone:
But these proud monarchs still live on.

So shall they live, when ends our days,
When our crude citadels decay;
For brief the years allotted man,
But infinite perennials’ span.

This is their temple, vaulted high,
And here, we pause with reverent eye,
With silent tongue and awestruck soul;
For here we sense life’s proper goal:

To be like these, straight, true and fine,
to make our world like theirs, a shrine;
Sink down, Oh, traveler, on your knees,
God stands before you in these trees.

© 7 July 2013

About the Author 

I was born in June of 1948 in Los Angeles, living first in
Lawndale and then in Redondo Beach.  Just
prior to turning 8 years old in 1956, I began living with my grandparents on
their farm in Isanti County, Minnesota for two years during which time my
parents divorced.
When united with my mother and stepfather two years later
in 1958, I lived first at Emerald Bay and then at South Lake Tahoe, California,
graduating from South Tahoe High School in 1966.  After three tours of duty with the Air Force,
I moved to Denver, Colorado where I lived with my wife and four children until
her passing from complications of breast cancer four days after the 9-11
terrorist attack.
I came out as a gay man in the summer of 2010.   I find writing these memories to be
therapeutic.
My story blog is, TheTahoeBoy.Blogspot.com.