Les fondements de la découverte de la choucroute

Bordel on essaye de parler avancées décisive en matière (enfin, en choucroute) de science ésotérique contemporaine!

Guic' the old a écrit:

en matière (enfin, en choucroute)

Etant donné choucroute = choucroute
Alors matière = croute
(je crois)

Guic' the old a écrit:

Fermé au sens thermo, hein, je sais que l'univers est très probablement topologiquement ouvert.

"topologiquement ouvert"?

John the revelator a écrit:

Guic' the old a écrit:

Fermé au sens thermo, hein, je sais que l'univers est très probablement topologiquement ouvert.

"topologiquement ouvert"?

Infini sans bord.

C'est ça que je voulais dire.

Comme une assiette vraiment plate, alors ?
Mais du coup, la choucroute ne risque pas de se casser la gueule hors de l'infini ?

On croirait lire les dialogues d'une pièce de Ionesco. C'est beau. 

Puck a écrit:

Comme une assiette vraiment plate, alors ?
Mais du coup, la choucroute ne risque pas de se casser la gueule hors de l'infini ?

La choucroute, oui. Mais pas la métachoucroute, c'est à dire le parfum de la baie de genièvre qui est "au-delà" de la choucroute, et qui ne saurait choir.

Tout ceci me fait penser à une théorie sacrificielle :

'Strictly speaking, you see, it's prayers that go up to the gods,' said the priest doubtfully. The nave of the temple was deserted, except for a little old man in a grubby robe, dreamily sweeping the floor. 'As I understand it,' said Moist, 'the gift of sausages reaches Offler by being fried, yes? And the spirit of the sausages ascends unto Offler by means of the smell? And then you eat the sausages?'

'Ah, no. Not exactly. Not at all,' said the young priest, who knew this one. 'It might look like that to the uninitiated, but, as you say, the true sausagidity goes straight to Offler. He, of course, eats the spirit of the sausages. We eat the mere earthly shell, which believe me turns to dust and ashes in our mouths.'

'That would explain why the smell of sausages is always better than the actual sausage, then?' said Moist. 'I've often noticed that.' The priest was impressed. 'Are you a theologian, sir?' he said.

Histoire d'encore mieux saisir de quoi il retourne, je me dois de faire honneur à mon avatar (aucun rapport avec James Cameron) :



Et tant qu'à faire, la toute fin de Men in black :

Puck a écrit:

Tout ceci me fait penser à une théorie sacrificielle :

'Strictly speaking, you see, it's prayers that go up to the gods,' said the priest doubtfully. The nave of the temple was deserted, except for a little old man in a grubby robe, dreamily sweeping the floor. 'As I understand it,' said Moist, 'the gift of sausages reaches Offler by being fried, yes? And the spirit of the sausages ascends unto Offler by means of the smell? And then you eat the sausages?'

'Ah, no. Not exactly. Not at all,' said the young priest, who knew this one. 'It might look like that to the uninitiated, but, as you say, the true sausagidity goes straight to Offler. He, of course, eats the spirit of the sausages. We eat the mere earthly shell, which believe me turns to dust and ashes in our mouths.'

'That would explain why the smell of sausages is always better than the actual sausage, then?' said Moist. 'I've often noticed that.' The priest was impressed. 'Are you a theologian, sir?' he said.

Cool.
Faut-il mieux traduire sausagidity par saucissité ou par saucissitude ?