A Murderer's Scruples

"Two priests of the little town of Cabo Corrubedo, province of Galicia, in Spain, long entertained a mortal hatred of each other. Eight nights ago, the younger of the two went out with his domestic, and waited at the corner of a street until the other priest appeared. They then stabbed him with a poignard until he fell dead. The two criminals were immediately arrested, it was not difficult to discover them, as the priest had by mistake left his own umbrella by the side of the corpse and had taken that of the victim. The domestic, when arrested, had his hands bloody, and the poignard with which the crime was committed was found in his pocket. On the tonsure of the murdered man the letters M. J. were cut. They are the initials of "Mary and Jesus," and it is a common belief in the province that if a priest be suddenly killed the cutting of these letters on his tonsure will save him from damnation. It is believed that they were cut by the priest from a feeling of charity."

From The North Wales Chronicle and Advertiser for the Principality (15/10/1853)

Singular discovery of a hermit

"A man has just been discovered who for several years has lived alone in the wild and deserted mountains of Cape de Gata, situated in the south-eastern extreme of Spain. Some years ago he was employed in a factory at Lugo, in Galicia, which is at the opposite end of the country to Cape de Gata. Becoming enamoured of his employer's daughter the passion was reciprocated, but the lady's parents had a rich suitor in view and the factory worker was discharged. Subsequently the couple eloped, but were overtaken, and when, a few months later, the disconsolate lover ventured to return to Lugo, he found the lady had married her parents' choice. In his despair he resolved to leave the country, and set sail for Algeria. The vessel was, however, wrecked, and he was tossed by the waves on to the shore of the desolate Cape de Gata. Here he remained ever since, and when seen a few days ago by a hunter, who had ventured into the country, he presented a savage-like appearance in his covering of wild animals' skins, and with hair and beard grown to an extraordinary length. All efforts to induce him to return to civilization were futile."

From the Evening Express, 9/9/1892
Desde Dylan, que felizmente aínda está dando guerra, nom estou afeito à lírica narrativa na música contemporânea em língua inglesa. Carolina drama, peça de Jack White editada baixo a sua enéssima formaçom (neste caso os Raconteurs) parece-me genial. Encerra um filme, umha novela, um cómic ou umha obra de teatro. E, por suposto, umha cançom ;-)