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Les dangers de l'éventail (II)

Fan dangers (II)

 Les amateurs d'éventails, dans leur enthousiasme, regardent avec nostalgie les grandes heures de leur objet favori. Ils s'imaginent qu'il était toujours synonyme de grâce, de beauté, de distinction et de bonne société.

Certes ! Mais c'était aussi, par son luxe, son inutilité, la mièvrerie de son décor (fréquente, avouons-le, après la moitié du XVIIIème siècle  !), le représentant idéal d'une société aristocratique, ou, pire, de parvenus singeant la noblesse, où l'oisiveté était la règle, la futilité fréquente, et le mépris du travail pas si rare

Nous allons voir ci-dessous une réaction "petite bourgeoise" et "bien-pensante" contre l'éventail, objet de tous les dangers !

  Fans lovers, in their enthusiasm, remind with nostalgia the great hours of their favorite object. They think that it was always synonym of grace, beauty, distinction and high society.

Of course! But it was also, by its luxury, its uselessness, the insipidness of its decoration (frequent, let us acknowledge it, after the second half of the XVIIIème century!), the ideal representative of an aristocratic society (or, worse, of "parvenus" imitating the nobility), where idleness was the rule, frequent the futility, and not so rare the contempt of work.

We shall see below a typical reaction of the "small middle-class" and "right-thinking persons" against the fan, object of all the dangers!


On a summer day, Jeanne and Louise come to their french lesson with fine fans. They use them for one hour, as spanish ladies do.
Their schoolmastress do not reproach anything. but she begins painting pictures. During the next lesson, she says : Misses, it is too hot for working. Let us have a look at this album.

First, look at this pretty bird who is singing in the wind at the edge of a tree. Meanwhile, the cat catches the nest and eats the cubs.
Here, a farmer is fanning herself with her sun hat. She does not perceive that a sparrowhawk covets her brooded chicks, and finally robs several.
The miller enjoys the wind risen by her mill's wings, and neglects the grinding process. Flour is very bad, and customers go back very miscontents.
As she uses as a fan a bunch of fields flowers, the shepherdess forgets her herd, which scatters. Several lambs are eaten by wolves.

Under those trees where the breeze runs, those winnowers do not see the coming storm. The tempest causes the hay to whirl to every side.
With a red face, this "chef" gets some cool air agitating her kitchen apron, no matter of the milk which speads on the fire. Farewell, cream !


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