"Why it is that all Merchant-seamen, and also all Pirates and Man-of-War's men, and Slave-ship sailors, cherish such a scornful feeling towards Whale-ships; this is a question it would be hard to answer. Because, in the case of pirates, say, I should like to know whether that profession of theirs has any peculiar glory about it. It sometimes ends in uncommon elevation, indeed; but only at the gallows. And besides, when a man is elevated in that odd fashion, he has no proper foundation for his superior altitude. Hence, I conclude, that in boasting himself to be high lifted above a whaleman, in that assertion the pirate has no solid basis to stand on."
I also only just realised that the phrase 'thaaar she blows' refers to whales. NOW IT MAKES SENSE.
Anyway. Yes. Uni has begun again with its usual chaos and disarray and 9am starts. Today it's raining, that kind of blustery autumn drizzle that makes you feel universally cold, and soggy rather than wet. I love how many words the English language has for being damp.
Soggy, wet, damp, moist, soaked, drenched, saturated, dank, sodden, sultry, waterlogged...










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BY THE POWER OF GREY SKULL
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Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries! I fart in your general direction!
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don't hassle the hoff
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Please refrain from bringing bombs into school, unless you plan on bringing enough for everyone... XD
and OMFG you like HG wells!!!!! The Shape of Things to Come was AWESOME, and mildly terrifying considering he wrote it in 1890-something
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When the engine doth stop, and it loses its prop,
and the pilots inclined to resign.
I'll rejoice till I die, that I learned how to fly,
in that old-fasioned Avro of mine!
Whoo, rare to find someone who's read anything by him other than War of the Worlds (don't get me started on the movie version...) or the Invisible Man. I've not read Shape of Things to Come yet, but it sounds amazing... Have you read War in the Air? That's similar, written in about 1905 and predicts aerial combat. Such a visionary. <3
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When the engine doth stop, and it loses its prop,
and the pilots inclined to resign.
I'll rejoice till I die, that I learned how to fly,
in that old-fasioned Avro of mine!
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When the engine doth stop, and it loses its prop,
and the pilots inclined to resign.
I'll rejoice till I die, that I learned how to fly,
in that old-fasioned Avro of mine!
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.:freak:.
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