Jesus fuck man, I'd lay most of the blame on the US voters! Where are the influential guys? Well you all were when you had the chance to vote. Fuck you
Where's part 3? :) I must admit, the AI generated image in your first post made me scroll by quickly at first, thinking your post itself would be AI generated too. But now I'm hooked. I've only read about the Cuban Missile Crisis as told by the US side before, so I'm genuinely curious how participants of "the other side" experienced this historic incident(s). Thanks for letting us in on your story!
Scheiße.
Bisschen unrelatiert, aber mir sagte mal jemand: Ihr Rohr leckt nicht, es tropft. Denn es tropft von oben nach unten und es leckt von unten nach oben.
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I very much enjoyed E.V.O.: Search for Eden when I whipped out a SNES emulator a few years ago, though I have never played it on the original console.
Also, of course, the Donkey Kong games on SNES (almost) never get old.
My god.
Why good sir, I have never yet known a man to admit that he was either rich or asleep. Mine is HarperCollins' boxed set edition. Folio Society, forsooth.
My introduction into the series was with an audio book in German. I ordered some used soft covers for the next few volumes in English, and when I was neck deep in I finally splurged on the boxed complete collection in hard cover. I finished my first circumnavigation just a few weeks ago.
Das ist ein dicker Arschdaumen.
Music reflecting emotions
One of the things I appreciate about O'Brian's writing is how he uses music and Jack's and Stephen's manner of playing as a reflection of their emotions, sometimes unclear to themselves.
He had boundless confidence in Stephen, but deep in his mind there was a sense of having been - not tricked, not quite manoeuvred: perhaps managed was the word. He did not care for it at all. It wounded him. He took up his fiddle, and standing there facing the open stern window and looking out on to the wake, he stroked a deep note from the G string and so played on, an improvisation that expressed what he felt as no words could have done. But when Stephen behind him, speaking over the sound, said, 'Forgive me, Jack: sometimes I am compelled to be devious. I do not do it from choice,' the music changed, ended in an abrupt, cheerful pizzicato, and he sat down again. (Desolation Island)
This passage comes to mind, wonderfully adhering to the "show, don't tell" principle while not only reflecting Jack'
Padeen, but only when he's gone cold turkey.
Ich muss gestehen, ich kenne sie tatsächlich nur als LKW-Ausbremser auf der Durchfahrt. Außerdem sind die ersten Ergebnisse der Google Bildersuche auch Autobahn-relatiert. Aber ist ein guter Punkt! Was gibt's denn dort hübsches?
+1 for WeAreTheMusicMakers