For some 'time the media are in the grip of a new catchphrase. It therefore appears that on December 21 of 2012 will come true presage a continually reaffirmed throughout the centuries, and never been the case: the end of the world. After the Monaco
Rudolph the Hairless, Malachi, with its popes ups and downs, Nostradamus and his Centuries, Joseph Smith and the angel Moroni, Fatima and its secrets, the Y2K virus, Greenpeace with the ozone hole, the melting of the poles and the disappearance of the whales, now it's nothing short of breaking the Maya boots with the idea that everything ends in a bang.
In this respect there is no basis for evaluating the far more reliable than the previous announcement. In the meantime, however, suggest that you heed the words of the old Marquis threatened by Corneille. What to try to obtain by insisting that she too would soon become as old as him
J'ai vingt-six ans, mon vieux Corneille,
Et en attendant je t'emmerde.
Exactly. It could even be true, but in the meantime ...
