Hello, ** Fabrice Couvreur [2018-08-23 10:48:42 +0200]:
Hi, Thanks for your help but ...
I checked again and it is fine. May be I was too unspecific. First, I changed a bit your example to this one: [test.tex] -------------------------------- 8< ------------------------------------ \setupsynctex[state=start] \startusableMPgraphic{NumberHead} draw outlinetext.f ("\bf\namedheadnumber{chapter}") (withcolor "lightgray") ysized 50pt ; \stopusableMPgraphic \unexpanded\def\processMPheadnumber#1% {\useMPgraphic{NumberHead}} \setuphead% [chapter]% [command=\HeadTitle,% headstyle=\ss,% numbercommand=\processMPheadnumber] \unexpanded\def\HeadTitle#1#2% {\framed% [frame=off,% bottomframe=on,% width=broad, align={broad,nothyphenated,left}]% {#1\blank[nowhite]#2}} \starttext \startchapter[title=First chapter] \input ward \stopchapter \stoptext %%% Local Variables: %%% mode: context %%% TeX-master: t %%% End: -------------------------------- 8< ------------------------------------ And second, I tweaked a bit my Emacs configuration: -------------------------------- 8< ------------------------------------ (setenv "TEXMFCNF" nil) (setenv "TEXROOT" "/usr/local/opt/context/tex") (setenv "TEXMFCACHE" (format "%s/.cache" (getenv "HOME"))) -------------------------------- 8< ------------------------------------ (I have to do that because I have both TeX Live and ConTeXt Standalone/Suite in parallel, and use mainly LaTeX.) You should check your Emacs configuration. This is my Emacs configuration: https://bitbucket.org/vp1981/scripts/src/master/config/emacs/ and I have Emacs: 27.0.50 (git) AUCTEX: 12.1 (git) [...] --- WBR, Vladimir Lomov -- Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse That no compunctious visiting of nature Shake my fell purpose, not keep peace between The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall the in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry `Hold, hold!' -- Lady MacBeth