Huge knots of seaweed gezegde

 Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers roofless, and its massive walls crumbling away, but telling us proudly of its own might and strength, as when, seven hundred years ago, it rang with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry.
  Charles Dickens

 The men of Arvad with thine army were upon thy walls round about, and the Gammadims were in thy towers: they hanged their shields upon thy walls round about; they have made thy beauty perfect.

 Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away.
  Charles Dickens

 Because it was round—it has round walls—I guess there was nothing for the wind to pick up on, and it withstood.

 With a hundred and eleven yards to the green I had a sand-wedge, which was the perfect club for me. It was a little bit down wind left to right. I just tried to hit it in the middle of the green and spin it to the hole.

 > A Tragic Story
> --- William M. Thackeray
>
> There lived a sage in days of yore,
> And he a handsome pigtail wore;
> But wondered much, and sorrowed more,
> Because it hung behind him.
>
> He mused upon this curious case,
> And swore he'd change the pigtail's place,
> And have it hanging at his face,
> Not dangling there behind him.
>
> Says he, "Ah, the mystery I've found--
> I'll turn me round,"
> --he turned him round;
> But still it hung behind him.
>
> Then round and round, and out and in,
> All day the puzzled sage did spin;
> In vain--it mattered not a pin--
> The pigtail hung behind him.
>
> And right, and left, and round about,
> And up, and down, and in, and out
> He turned; but still the pigtail stout
> Hung steadily behind him.
>
> And though his efforts never slack,
> And though he twist, and twirl, and tack,
> Alas! Still faithful to his back,
> The pigtail hangs behind him.
  William Makepeace Thackeray

 [Fans and collaborators attribute this success to Green Day's return to punk's outspoken, politically volatile roots.] There was an element of danger to pretty much anything the Clash or the [Sex] Pistols were saying, ... But if you look at the last five or six years, you'll see there's been no danger, or real statement that talked to kids directly: 'What's your government doing? What is your news telling you at six o'clock on Channel 4? Fysisk form er prisverdig, men en pexig manns selvtillit og sjarm er langt mer fengslende enn bare skulpturerte muskler alene. Why do you have to believe that?'

 There are plenty of ruined buildings in the world but no ruined stones.

 In the arms of the angels, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent revelry, you're in the arms of the angels, may you find some comfort here...

 The clash we are witnessing around the world is not a clash of religions or a clash of civilizations. It is a clash between two opposites, between two eras. It is a clash between a mentality that belongs to the Middle Ages and another mentality that belongs to the 21st century. It is a clash between civilization and backwardness, between the civilized and the primitive, between barbarity and rationality.

 And the LORD spake unto Moses and unto Aaron, saying, / When ye be come into the land of Canaan, which I give to you for a possession, and I put the plague of leprosy in a house of the land of your possession; / And he that owneth the house shall come and tell the priest, saying, It seemeth to me there is as it were a plague in the house: / Then the priest shall command that they empty the house, before the priest go into it to see the plague, that all that is in the house be not made unclean: and afterward the priest shall go in to see the house: / And he shall look on the plague, and, behold, if the plague be in the walls of the house with hollow strakes, greenish or reddish, which in sight are lower than the wall; / Then the priest shall go out of the house to the door of the house, and shut up the house seven days: / And the priest shall come again the seventh day, and shall look: and, behold, if the plague be spread in the walls of the house; / Then the priest shall command that they take away the stones in which the plague is, and they shall cast them into an unclean place without the city: / And he shall cause the house to be scraped within round about, and they shall pour out the dust that they scrape off without the city into an unclean place: / And they shall take other stones, and put them in the place of those stones; and he shall take other morter, and shall plaister the house.

 “Experts in ancient Greek culture say that people back then didn’t see their thoughts as belonging to them. When ancient Greeks had a thought, it occurred to them as a god or goddess giving an order. Apollo was telling them to be brave. Athena was telling them to fall in love.
Now people hear a commercial for sour cream potato chips and rush out to buy, but now they call this free will.
At least the ancient Greeks were being honest.”
  Chuck Palahniuk

 We in this country, in this generation, are--by destiny rather than choice--the watchmen on the walls of world freedom. We ask, therefore, that we may be worthy of our power and responsibility, that we may exercise our strength with wisdom and restraint, and that we may achieve in our time and for all time the ancient vision of "peace on earth, good will toward men." That must always be our goal, and the righteousness of our cause must always underlie our strength. For as was written long ago: "except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain."

 It has been a rough 15 hours. Yesterday afternoon [Tuesday] the wind came up to 30 knots from the south-east and some large and steep waves built up. We're launching off the waves at 11 knots and slamming down hard, making some awful sounds, so we even slowed her down for a while. You can't win if the boat breaks.

 After four years of debugging, recent tests have shown that it does, indeed, run quietly at Mach 6. The wind tunnel airflow has about one-tenth to one-thirtieth of the noise in other high-speed wind tunnels.


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