Rest easy, now, be at peace.
And in 21 years… That takes a bit of the joy out of it.
Recently finished Blackout and All Clear by Connie Willis.
And also Steve Reich, Different Trains (this is some version that is not the Kronos Quartet):
These days, despite the bluster of so many, we know, in our heart of hearts, that our wars are not wars of honor and strength, but of shame and weakness, and so we don’t celebrate their end proudly, in the sunlight, we slink away, in shadow, and hope no one notices.
“Asked what it was like to be 110, Green said ‘It’s not much different to being 109.'”
Which is why we will always love the Brits.
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