That is a very interesting and touching story behind the video and the Angelus painting in it. Thanks for posting it, William.

Loreley sung in Esperanto

The Lorelei song is beautiful in its original German, who on earth wants to hear it in Esperanto. Looking at the printed esperanto text makes me shudder - it looks as if it should sound jagged.

William, your post on the Lorelei, such a beautiful song, brought back memories of a coach tour holiday in the Rhine region; it must have been about 1985.

We stayed in a hotel at St. Goar, nearly opposite the Lorelei rock.

One day we crossed the river, and set off up a steep climb on a path up to the top of the Lorelei rock or at least, very nearby.

When we got there, we found that it wasn't like a mountain peak in a plain, but the river, and our hotel on the water's edge, was in a steep sided deep valley.
There were coaches come by road on this higher land, and people prepared to climb down to the river, just as we had climbed up.

What was behind my statement is that I haven't used Jarte for some time, and all I have done with it is use it as a notebook. I cannot recall, although I'm just not trying it at this moment, if you can change fonts (I  expect you can)  and whatever else you can expect of a simple word processor.

I tend to write text in Word, and copy to PagePlus X9 where I can more easily get the layout the way I want.

I was inspired by a recent post in another thread to download Jarte plus.

I looked up my jarte files from another installation, and found this poem. It's called
     
SOLILOQUY by Shakespeare's cat
and is by Henry Beard, and published on line  https://monologues.co.uk/Shakespeare/Hamlets_Cat.htm

HAMLETS CAT by SHAKESPAW

To go outside, and there perchance to stay
Or to remain within: that is the question:
Whether 'tis better for a cat to suffer
The cuffs and buffets of inclement weather
That Nature rains upon those who roam abroad,
Or take a nap upon a scrap of carpet,
And so by dozing melt the solid hours
That clog the clock's bright gears with sullen time
And stall the dinner bell.
To sit, to stare Outdoors, and by a stare to seem to state
A wish to venture forth without delay,
Then when the portal's opened up, to stand
As if transfixed by doubt.
To prowl; to sleep;
To choose not knowing when we may once more
Our readmittance gain: aye, there's the hairball;
For if a paw were shaped to turn a knob,
Or work a lock or slip a window-catch,
And going out and coming in were made
As simple as the breaking of a bowl,
What cat would bear the household's petty plagues,
The cook's well-practiced kicks, the butler's broom,
The infant's careless pokes, the tickled ears,
The trampled tail, and all the daily shocks
That fur is heir to, when, of his own free will,
He might his exodus or entrance make
With a mere mitten?
Who would spaniels fear,
Or strays trespassing from a neighbor's yard,
But that the dread of our unheeded cries
And scratches at a barricaded door
No claw can open up, dispels our nerve
And makes us rather bear our humans' faults
Than run away to unguessed miseries?
Thus caution doth make house cats of us all;
And thus the bristling hair of resolution
Is softened up with the pale brush of thought,
And since our choices hinge on weighty things,
We pause upon the threshold of decision.

I apologise.

You are quite correct. My new passport says Great Britain and Northern Island. Please take my incorrect references to UK&NI as meaning GB&NI.

Sci-fi episode. . ..

https://www.gocomics.com/nonsequitur/2022/02/27

He was quite a character. I met him once at a local wedding.  While night sky viewing conditions are not particularly good on the coast, he lived in Selsey, I believe, which is not heavily populated, or at least, wasn't, so light pollution there was relatively low.

With the dearth of old style variety shows, the chances of seeing a xylophone performance on the TV is vanishingly low.

In doing my research (yeah!) into xylophones, I found definitions of the various types of instruments in that class; the marimba, for example. I had come across several in lists of MIDI sounds.  We have an electronic keyboard, and I was able to link a desktop  MIDI application to that, and play various pieces that way. One strange listing was for a bummel!

Karen won't like this, and it makes me wince; the word mallet in this context immediately called to mind an unkinder use of mallets in a, maybe, musical instrument.

The famous Katzenklavier, or Cat Organ. According to Wikipedia, there is no official evidence that  an actual instrument was ever constructed.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_organ