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"Diners Poisoned as Chef Goes Mad!" I could even imagine the article's slant: sympathy for the poor chef who had probably been asked to work more than his usual 35 hours and was justifiably indignant over the working conditions, or perhaps over the condition of the carrots he was given to work with...along with a certain unstated contempt for the dead bourgeois customers - who had driven the poor man mad. This is my first experience with a chef gone berserk. But they must go crazy all the time. French diners are very demanding. And very critical. They take food seriously. At least a couple DR readers have wondered why I make my home in France. To some, living in France in the time of Chirac has no more appeal than serious dental work in the time of Colbert. But in reply to the question, I respond that life, like theatre, is lived as either tragedy or comedy. An American in France sees the comedy in things. We are like Chevy Chase in his movie, "European Vacation," too ignorant to worry about what the chef puts in the soup... and too romantic to care. And there is another reason - which helps explain, or perhaps illustrate, many of the ideas you find in the Daily Reckoning...which I will explain. The French take many things seriously. Maria and Sophia recounted their experiences at school, Maria doing wickedly accurate impersonations of some of the characters at the Institute de la Tour...and Sophia reporting, in depth, on the strange goings-on at the Ecole Actif Bilingue. Poor Diane! Maria reported that her friend broke down in tears as her teacher evaluated her work in front of the entire class. Apparently, each of the students is asked to stand as the teacher tells her how she is doing. The pressure is intense. Teachers in France do not worry about a child's self-esteem. Students are criticized sharply, almost mercilessly. It is hard to feel sympathetic towards a 14-year-old boy. But Maria's account of how teachers picked on the only two boys in her class brought me close. I have also
heard parents criticize their children in a manner that would seem harsh
in America. But parents are expected to spend a lot of time pushing their
children to do well in school. So much depends on getting good grades in
France...the whole country seems to be run by people who did well in secondary
school, took competitive exams and got into the elite `grand ecoles' such
as E.N.A., the school of administration that prepares most of France's
high-ranking business and political leaders.
"But you and mom," she continued, "last weekend...I mean who ever heard of parents arguing over who was that... Darwin?" Ah yes, Darwin. Well, that. "Maria, we weren't arguing," I protested, trying to close ranks with Elizabeth, "we were just discussing it." And Koreans? Yes - we had mentioned Koreans, too. I had actually. East Asians seem to work harder; and intelligence tests suggest that they are smarter than Anglo-Saxons. Or the French. In Darwinian terms, they seem to have a competitive advantage. How come the whole world is not full of Koreans? Because, I had pointed out to Elizabeth, Darwin's theory is flawed. It was a silly point...but a silly argument needs silly points. Who could take
an argument over Darwinism seriously? Even worse, who could take Darwinism
seriously? Still, it is fun to argue about it...
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