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 :andy kehoe: вот и все, зайчики обновляться мы больше не будем журнал сохранен для отчета перед небесной канцелярией |
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сегодня у меня особенно красивые руки впрочем поговорить я хотел совсем не об этом а о том что придется как минимум полтора года торчать в этой дыре от тоски такой я все быстрее трачу деньги на разную замечательную ерунду а мне тем временем необходимо скопить в амбарах еще сто тысяч дублонов иначе придется отказаться от бархата и золотой парчи к чему я совсем не готов совсем совсем не готов (поразила фраза из Во: "Presently Alastair Digby-Vaine-Trumpington came in, and drank some champagne") есть еще одна существенная проблема даже если все будет идти по очерченному плану я окажусь в Европе не ранее 2011 года пугающая мысль этот континент кажется маленьким а старый свет гигантским способным вместить даже безграничную скуку и беспричинную апатию о России теперь даже думать страшно ***несут три ивана свой чудовищный дозор в избушке на курьих ножках у калинова моста у речки смородинки не дождались поганого змея всех людей окрест в плен взяли землю разорили ближние царства огнём пожгли земля стонет вода кипит ворон каркает пёс воет |
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This is one of the most delightful stories I've ever heard, verily. Henry Paget, Lord Uxbridge, was commander of some 13,000 Allied cavalry and 44 guns of horse artillery at the Battle of Waterloo. One of the last cannon shots fired on 18 June 1815 hit his right leg, necessitating its amputation above the knee. According to anecdote, he was close to the Duke of Wellington when his leg was hit, and exclaimed, "By God, sir, I've lost my leg!" — to which Wellington replied, "By God, sir, so you have!" “Just after the Surgeon had taken off the Marquis of Anglesey's leg, Sir Hussey Vivian came into the cottage where the operation was performed. "Ah, Vivian!" said the wounded noble, "I want you to do me a favour. Some of my friends here seem to think I might have kept that leg on. Just go and cast your eye upon it, and tell me what you think." "I went, accordingly", said Sir Hussey, "and, taking up the lacerated limb, carefully examined it, and so far as I could tell, it was completely spoiled for work. A rusty grape-shot had gone through and shattered the bones all to pieces. I therefore returned to the Marquis and told him he could set his mind quite at rest, as his leg, in my opinion, was better off than on."Paris buried the leg in his garden, turning the place into a kind of reliquary shrine. Visitors were first taken to see the bloody chair upon which Uxbridge had sat during the amputation, before being escorted into the garden, where the leg had its own 'tombstone', inscribed as follows: "Here lies the Leg of the illustrious and valiant Earl Uxbridge, Lieutenant-General of His Britannic Majesty, Commander in Chief of the English, Belgian and Dutch cavalry, wounded on the 18 June 1815 at the memorable battle of Waterloo, who, by his heroism, assisted in the triumph of the cause of mankind, gloriously decided by the resounding victory of the said day."Some were impressed; others less so. Thomas Gaspey recorded his own impressions in verse:( + ) |
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At the time of Joseph Guislain’s visit to the Ospedale Psichiatrico S. Maria Maddalena, Aversa, the hospital’s ward for female patients - called Monte Vergine - took care of almost 160 female mental patients. Here a form of hydrotherapy - fumigations aromatiques - was in use alongside workshop-centred occupational therapy. Guislain reported a local saying to the effect that "insanity changes the natural colour of the skin", and indeed to his eyes the skin of Italian psychiatric patients appeared to be paler than their non-institutionalised compatriots. Yet he noted that Italian patients appeared to be otherwise much more lively and expressive than their northern European counterparts, especially the English, whom he described as languishing and sinister-looking by comparison. Indeed, Guislain noted, when he visited London's Bedlam [Bethlem] Hospital, the only patient that spoke to him - embraced him warmly in fact - turned out to be French. Lettres Médicales sur l'Italie avec Quelques. Renseignements sur la Suisse: Résumé d'un Voyage fait en 1838, Adressé à la Société de Médecine de Gand |
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провел последние два дня в сумеречном состоянии на границе между сном и явью часов двадцать без движения уснуть не удается одни и те же мысли словно сломанная шарманка оказался заперт в своей голове как в пыльном чулане по ощущениям температура градусов сорок понял что если не поем не смогу вырваться из пространства бреда заставил себя встать и дойти до кухни чуть не потерял сознание пришлось кататься в кресле и смех и грех |
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 I have an intense passion for the genus Dolichovespula (generally aerial-nesting yellowjackets). I specialize in the bald-faced "hornet" (D. maculata). However... I also love Polistes (common paper wasps), Vespa (true hornets), and Vespula (generally subterranean-nesting yellowjackets). I think their beautiful nests are masterpieces of nature! I love collecting abandoned GIANT nests for my collection (The bigger the better!). I usually purchase the nests online. I am always looking for more impressive nests to add to my collection. Please let me know if you have access to any. If you don't currently know where any nests are, then please keep me in mind for the future from now on (Thanks!). |
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Several ethnographers who have worked among the BaMbuti Pygmies have commented on the harsh treatment meted out by these people to their domesticated dogs. Standard fare for dogs among the Pygmies is assaults, beatings, and neglect, with survival resting on the ability to scavenge for offal. As Turnbull describes it, dogs in this society can look forward to a life of being "kicked around mercilessly from the day they are born to the day they die." The brutality of Pygmy treatment of their animals led a colleague of Schebesta to comment: Well, I thank God that we are not pygmies. I thank Him still more that we are not pygmy women, and even still more again that we are not pygmy dogs.Pygmies and Their Dogs: A Note on Culturally Constituted Defense Mechanisms |
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