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Une seule victoire française à Paris, celle de Agbegnenou

Clarisse Agbegnenou, championne du monde 2014 (-63 kg), est la seule Française à s'être imposée samedi lors du Paris Grand Slam de judo, à l'Arena de Bercy.

Agbegnenou, battue en finale des Mondiaux-2015, a clairement repris les choses en main, à six mois des jeux Olympiques de Rio. Elle a remporté 4 de ses 5 matches sur ippon, dont celui infligé en finale à la Japonaise Miku Tashiro après 1 minute 21 de combat. La judokate de 23 ans est l'une des rares athlètes de l'équipe de France à avoir déjà son billet en poche pour les JO. Ca n'est pas le cas, par exemple, en -52 kg, où deux championnes, Priscilla Gneto et Annabelle Euranie, se disputent le ticket. Même si Euranie a battu Gneto samedi en quarts de finale, toutes deux ont remporté leur match pour la 3e place.

Loïc Korval, médaillé de bronze mondial (-66 kg), est passé à côté de son tournoi (sorti dès son premier combat) et Amandine Buchard, vice-championne d'Europe 2014, a dû renoncer à s'aligner alors qu'elle n'était pas au poids (- 48 kg). La première journée a été dominée par le Japon et la Corée du sud. Les Japonais Toru Shishime (-60 kg) et Masashi Ebinuma (-66 kg) se sont imposés chez les messieurs. Côté sud-coréen, Kim Jan-Di a été la plus forte chez les dames (-57 kg), quand An Changrim a été le meilleur chez les messieurs (-73 kg) . La Kosovare Majlinda Kelmendi (-52 kg), double championne du monde de retour cette saison après une longue blessure, a été expéditive en finale face à la Roumaine Andreea Chitu (ippon en 39 secondes).


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Laëtitia Payet et Loïc Korval, entre autres, ont été éliminés au 2e tour du Paris Grand Slam, samedi. Annabelle Euranie, Priscillia Gneto et Automne Pavia continuent.De nombreux Français n'ont pas passé le 2e tour du Paris Grand Slam, samedi. Il n'y a plus de Bleues en -48kg. Laëtitia Payet s'est inclinée face à la très solide Mongole Urantsetseg Munkhbat (ippon). Aurore Climence est tombée face à la Japonaise Haruna Asami (ippon) et Mélanie Clément a été balayée par la championne olympique brésilienne Sarah Menezes (ippon). C'est également terminé pour Pénéloppe Bonna (-52kg), battue au golden score par la Portugaise Joana Ramos (pénalités), et Hélène Recevaux (-57kg). La judoka de l'ADJ 21 s'est fait piéger alors qu'elle menait waza ari, et s'est fait immobiliser par la Polonaise Arleta Podolak, finalement vainqueur sur ippon.Victor Manquest (-60kg) s'est arrêté devant l'Autrichien Ludwig Paischer. En -66kg, Loïc Korval a été dominé par le Slovène Andraz Jereb (pénalités). Pierre Duprat reste seul en lice en -73kg. Florent Urani et Guillaume Chaine sont éliminés. Euranie, Gneto et Pavia continuentLe duel franco-français entre Annabelle Euranie et Priscilla Gneto, deux candidates au billet olympique en -52kg, aura lieu au 3e tour. Euranie s'est imposée de justesse face à la Sud-Coréenne Da Sol Park tandis que Gneto a elle battu la Belge Ilse Heylen sur ippon. Automne Pavia (-57kg) a montré son tempérament en prenant le meilleur sur la Japonaise Tsukasa Yoshida dans le golden score (waza ari). Clarisse Agbegnenou, exemptée de premier tour, a disposé de l'Andorranne Laura Salles Lopez (ippon) pour son premier combat.En -60 kg, Sofiane Milous a sorti le champion du monde 2014, le Mongol Boldbaatar Ganbat (pénalités) et Vincent Limare, exempté de premier tour, a dominé le Saoudien Eisa Majrashi (waza-ari).Le premier tour : débuts en douceur

Am I being sinister enough, or should I wrap myself in a cloak and snigger?“

"Can you snigger?” she asked with interest.

“Probably not.” He grinned. “But I’ll do my best if it takes that to convince you to let me have my high-handed, dictatorial, and— what was the other one?”

“Obstinate,” Priscilla supplied, though she had the grace to blush.

“A fairly accurate reading of my faults. Though you omitted inquisitive and meddling.

—  Conflict of Honors

I tremble to tell you how badly I’ve bungled my math at piloting. We were training on sling landings, you see, and I transposed my vectors.” Er Thom laughed.

“Tell me you came in upside down!”

“But of course I came in upside down,” Daav said amiably. “And hung upside down in the sling, like seven sorts of fool, while Master dea’Cort used my situation to lesson the rest of the class on the need to thoroughly check one’s equations.

—  Pilot of Korval
I do not have the pretty words, but I ask you with all— all honor and— care. I feel that Liad chafes— that you would rather be away. I— I will not be able, I think, to return, once I have gone.“ Anxiety fogged her eyes for a moment. "No dishonor, not— as Scouts understand honor. Merely, a life that is not— world-bound.” She drew a ragged breath, her fingers gripping his shoulder tight. “Will you partner with me, van'chela, when I go outworld?
—  Scout’s Progress
“Our Dragons are human. Oh, they fly— they’re pilots, mostly— and they hoard treasure in the form of spaceships. They’re charismatic and dangerous; good friends and bad, bad enemies. The Dragons we’re talking about are the members of Clan Korval, and "here” is the planet Liad. Why Dragons? you ask. Good question.“
—  Sharon Lee and Steve Miller

Within the darkness of the void, Aelliana reached forth her thought and created a star.

And around this star, she placed a world which ran in elliptical orbit, its rotation rate once in eighteen hours, time of orbit transit, four hundred and eighty-five Standard Days.

To the world, she gave a moon, and to the moon a spin three hundred and four days in duration, while it circled its principal once every twenty-two hours.

She held the little system in her mind, painstakingly calculating each orbit, weighing each relationship, adjusting mass and pull and finally, the spin-rate of the little moon.

When all was stable, balanced and beautiful, she added a second world.

Somewhere, there was thunder.

Her concentration wavered, the worlds faltered in their carefully-calculated courses. She caught them, replaced them, checked— rechecked— the relational equations; reconsidered certain mathematical alliances and necessities.

The thunder receded.

In time, she added a third world. Then a fourth. She populated the second world, strung space stations like Festival lights, ringed the system with beacons and waystations, created satellites and traffic patterns. In her head, the numbers danced, the equations pure as poetry.

She spun an asteroid pod, skated it ‘round the sun, calculating trajectories, stress breakage, possible strikes upon populated areas.

There was no thunder. There was no Code.

There was her creation and the vital necessity to keep all in balance— to calculate and continue to calculate, each nuance and effect. Aelliana— was.

—  Scout’s Progress
Jela grinned at her and stood, but rather than jumping for the door he leaned over the rail and spoke down into the pit. “I dare.” There was a moment of what Cantra believed to be stunned silence, then a minor roar of laughter. “You dare, little soldier? You? Do you know who you speak to?” “Yes, I do,” Jela said calmly. “I speak to one whose mouth runs faster than his mind.
—  Crystal Soldier
Such letters originated with the same sort of person who thought it … fitting … to invite him— as multi-season champion at pistol and short arms at Tey Dor’s— to join hunting parties on distant outworlds where he might slog through underbrush for days and fire mini-cannons at blameless creatures while enjoying the company of those to whom nothing was more pleasurable … He dropped both solicitations into the recycler.
—  Certain Symmetry

Outside the office, the professor paused, a man no longer young, shorter than the usual run of Terran, with soft scholar’s hands and level shoulders beneath his holiday jacket, staring across the field to where the starships huddled. A teacher with a hobby, that was all.

An equation rose from his back brain, pure as crystal, irrevocable as blood. Another rose, another— and yet another.

He knew the names of stars and planets and way stations lightyears away from this place. His hands knew key combinations not to be found on university computers; his eyes knew patterns that ground-huggers might only dream of.

—  Breath’s Duty