Éloge de la folie
- Langue:
- anglais
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- Œuvre complète
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- Étendue:
- ~45 700 mots · 217 passages
Citer cette œuvre
- APAÉrasme. (n.d.). In Praise of Folly [Éloge de la folie]. Digital reproduction: SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/fr/works/erasmus/in-praise-of-folly
- MLAÉrasme. In Praise of Folly [Éloge de la folie]. Digital reproduction, SigPhi, https://sigphiai.com/fr/works/erasmus/in-praise-of-folly.
- ChicagoÉrasme. In Praise of Folly [Éloge de la folie]. Digital reproduction, SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/fr/works/erasmus/in-praise-of-folly.
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De quoi il s'agit
L'Éloge de la folie (1511) : la Folie monte en chaire et prononce son propre éloge.
Contexte et histoire
Érasme l'a écrit en une semaine chez Thomas More, et le titre en joue : Moriae Encomium veut dire à la fois « éloge de la folie » et « éloge de More ». Cela commence comme une plaisanterie de lettrés et cela finit en la critique la plus acérée que l'Église de son temps ait reçue. Le catalogue contient deux traductions anglaises de cette même œuvre ; l'autre est « The Praise of Folly ». Une traduction anglaise. Le latin d'Érasme, qui est ce qu'il faut citer, n'est au catalogue que dans l'anthologie d'épîtres.
Contexte éditorial, non une source citable : contrairement aux passages de l'œuvre, ces données ne peuvent pas être vérifiées dans le corpus.
words, they will furnish up a long scroll of old obsolete terms out of some musty author, and foist them in, to amuse the reader with, that those who understand them may be tickled with the happiness of being acquainted with them: and those who understand them not, the less they know the more they may admire; whereas it has been always a custom to those of our side to contemn and undervalue whatever is strange and unusual, while those that are better conceited of themselves will nod and smile, and prick up their ears, that they may be thought easily to apprehend that, of which perhaps they do not understand one word. And so much for this; pardon the digression, now I return. Of my name I have informed you, Sirs; what additional epithet to give you I know not; except you will be content with that of most foolish; for under what more proper appellation can the goddess Folly greet her devotees? But since there are few acquainted with my family and original, I will now give you some account of my extraction: First then, my father was neither the chaos, nor hell, nor Saturn, nor Jupiter, nor any of those old, worn out, grandsire gods, but Plutus, the very same that, maugre Homer, Hesiod, nay, in spite of Jove himself, was the primary father born amongst these delights, I did not, like other infants, come crying into the world, but perked up, and laughed immediately in my mother's face. And there is no reason I should envy Jove for having a she-goat to his nurse, since I was more creditably suckled by two jolly nymphs; the name of the first drunkenness, one of Bacchus's offspring, the other ignorance, the daughter of Pan; both which you may here behold among several others of my train and attendants, whose particular names, if you would fain know, I will give you in short This, who goes with a mincing gait, and holds up her head so high, is Self-Love. She that looks so spruce, and makes such a noise and bustle, is Flattery.…