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(Message started by: naomi on Today at 22:17)

Title: Beautiful strangers
Post by naomi on Today at 22:17

Do we have a Midnight Voice subbing at The Mail on Sunday ??
If not, it looks like we at least have a fellow PA/CJ fan there.
Said journal has a headline on page 3, no less (and on their website), that caught my eye today: "The danger of a beautiful stranger".
According to the report, "research shows that for men just five minutes spent alone with beautiful stranger causes so much stress it may be bad for the heart".
That may or - I would hope - may not be the case. But it makes a heck of a good song. ;)

Naomi

PS: I now see (on Google) that a few years ago Madonna recorded a song about a "beautiful stranger". I still hope that the sub's reference was to the PA/CJ song.

Title: Re: Beautiful strangers
Post by Kevin Cryan on 04.05.10 at 13:41

on 05/02/10 at 22:17:34, naomi wrote :

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Naomi

PS: I now see (on Google) that a few years ago Madonna recorded a song about a "beautiful stranger". I still hope that the sub's reference was to the PA/CJ song.

It could be that he or she had in mind the late 12^th - or early 13^th century Arthurian verse romance, Le Bel Inconnu, written by French author Renaut de Beaujeu (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renaud_de_Beaujeu), or even this poem by the English poet John Clare (http://www.johnclare.info/ ).

Quote:

The Beautiful Stranger

I cannot know what country owns thee now,
With France's forest lilies on thy brow.
When England knew thee thou wert passing fair;
I never knew a foreign face so rare.
The world of waters rolls and rushes bye,
Nor lets me wander where thy vallies lie.
But surely France must be a pleasant place
That greets the stranger with so fair a face;
The English maiden blushes down the dance,
But few can equal the fair maid of France.
I saw thee lovely and I wished thee mine,
And the last song I ever wrote is thine.

Thy country's honour on thy face attends;
Men may be foes but beauty makes us friends

It just might be that there are some cultural omnivores subbing at The Mail on Sunday . It's a thought, isn't it?

Kevin Cryan