early twentieth century there was no newspaper in this country better placed for the first fruits that the ABC. The writing was on the Paseo de la Castellana, next to the palace of Don Alvaro de Figueroa, Count of Romanones, and those reporters writing their stories with black hood and sleeves, amid the smell of the linotype lead, were always the first to learn of changes of government. They had only to look out the window and look out the balcony of the palace to see if they were made to aerate the coats of Don Alvaro for the inaugural session.
At that time the policy is cooked at high society salons under names illustrious. The chronicles say that was the Count of Romanones none other than Prime Minister His Majesty Alfonso XIII, was allowed to be tempted by the vanity of being named scholar of the language, intellectual distinction with which he dreamed of all the great intimacy of Spain. The bad thing was that we worked academics votes one by one, something that for a prime minister was nevertheless humiliating, especially as scholars and gentlemen were then very much his own. Don Alvaro still met the Via Crucis to go house to house and managed to wrest the commitment of the vote. But the Restoration was a crazy time where governments fell before reaching its mandate and in the midst of this maelstrom Romanones Count the bank moved into the opposition, without abandoning their intellectual pretensions. He entered the Royal Academy was decided one afternoon while he was attending the Congress at a routine debate, which should not have to pay close attention, slope as he was, on tenterhooks, and academicians. But before the end of the parliamentary session, an usher approached him, his face crestfallen:
- What happened? "He asked.
"Sir Count, you have not had a single vote.
politician was then stroked his whiskers and remembering, I suppose, of the mothers of all scholars, gave what for:
- Damn, what troops ...!
few months ago, Mariano Rajoy, in a display of wit, brought up the term referring to his own party colleagues, engaged in the war over the fief of Madrid Esperanza Aguirre and Alberto maintain Ruiz Gallardon. It was only a glimmer of intelligence. Since that time, the PP leader left the darts of irony fine and got into the mud of Spain in the cave with flags eaglet rescued from our museum of the horrors and furious slogans orchestrated with the national anthem. Too bad the parliamentary reading our reviews will not allow Mr. Rajoy go beyond the anecdotal, to realize that with such troops is at risk of ending up battered and without a single vote as his admired Count of Romanones, whom a country as castizo the scholars of the language rather than vote for him ended up touching the c. ..
At that time the policy is cooked at high society salons under names illustrious. The chronicles say that was the Count of Romanones none other than Prime Minister His Majesty Alfonso XIII, was allowed to be tempted by the vanity of being named scholar of the language, intellectual distinction with which he dreamed of all the great intimacy of Spain. The bad thing was that we worked academics votes one by one, something that for a prime minister was nevertheless humiliating, especially as scholars and gentlemen were then very much his own. Don Alvaro still met the Via Crucis to go house to house and managed to wrest the commitment of the vote. But the Restoration was a crazy time where governments fell before reaching its mandate and in the midst of this maelstrom Romanones Count the bank moved into the opposition, without abandoning their intellectual pretensions. He entered the Royal Academy was decided one afternoon while he was attending the Congress at a routine debate, which should not have to pay close attention, slope as he was, on tenterhooks, and academicians. But before the end of the parliamentary session, an usher approached him, his face crestfallen:
- What happened? "He asked.
"Sir Count, you have not had a single vote.
politician was then stroked his whiskers and remembering, I suppose, of the mothers of all scholars, gave what for:
- Damn, what troops ...!
few months ago, Mariano Rajoy, in a display of wit, brought up the term referring to his own party colleagues, engaged in the war over the fief of Madrid Esperanza Aguirre and Alberto maintain Ruiz Gallardon. It was only a glimmer of intelligence. Since that time, the PP leader left the darts of irony fine and got into the mud of Spain in the cave with flags eaglet rescued from our museum of the horrors and furious slogans orchestrated with the national anthem. Too bad the parliamentary reading our reviews will not allow Mr. Rajoy go beyond the anecdotal, to realize that with such troops is at risk of ending up battered and without a single vote as his admired Count of Romanones, whom a country as castizo the scholars of the language rather than vote for him ended up touching the c. ..
Susana Fortes / Article
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