Imperial control of the southern shores of the Baltic and deep religious convictions compelled the able Lutheran warrior King Gustavus Adolphus of Sweden to enter Germany as the new leader of the Protestant cause. A series of smashing victories carried him south as far as Munich. The Lion of the North, Protestants called him, but even regal courage meets its end. At the Battle of Lutzen (1632), southwest of Leipzig, the Swedish army was again victorious, but Adolphus was cut down in combat. Without Adolphus the war wore on, but the outcome was already clear. The Catholic forces could not subdue the Protestants in northern Germany and the Protestants could not defeat the Catholics in the south.
Sunset had given way to twilight. Deep shadows draped over the lawn while several torches threw hot amber light across the grounds. Like those flames, the figure’s tall, athletic outline penetrated the darkness. He moved like a phantom—smooth and elusive, impossible to grab a hold of.
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But this dark is deep:
now I warm you with my blood, listen
to this flesh.
It is far truer than poems.
Sayfa 80 - Penguin Books
Doğduğunda ona verilen ad F. Scott Fitzgerald değildi; bu adı neden seçtiğini anlamak için babası hakkında bilgi sahibi olmamız gerek. Babası güneyliydi ama güneyin Deep South denen bölgesinden değildi. Maryland'in ileri gelen ailelerindendi. Büyükanne sinin kuzenlerinden biri olan Francis Scott Key Yıldız Bezeli Sancak' in güftesini yazmıştı. İşte bu Fitzgerald'ın da adı oldu: Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald. Ömrü boyunca Francis Scott Key'in gölgesinde yaşamak istemediği için F. Scott Fitzgerald adını benimsedi.
Superman reference in Harry PotterHarry Potter
“And then Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers —
“Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!”
“Where?” said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.
“There!” yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.
Something large, much larger than a broomstick — or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks — was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.
“It’s a dragon!” shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.
“Don’t be stupid . . . it’s a flying house!” said Dennis Creevey.
Dennis’s guess was closer. . . . As the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, they saw a gigantic, powder-blue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant.”
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