The prisoners’ photos soon arrived in Paris. The Allies were stunned to learn who had slipped through their fingers. The thin man was Enver Pasha, the fat one Bahaeddin Şakir. They were two of the world’s most wanted war criminals. The blood of a million murdered Armenian, Greek, and Jewish civilians was on their hands.
Meanwhile, the mastermind of the operation waited patiently in Berlin. He was another Turk, Talaat Pasha, aka the Grand Vizier. As wartime leader of the Ottoman government headed by the Young Turks, allied with Germany during the war, he was the principal architect of the genocides. Before the war, the Young Turks cooperated with the Ottoman Empire’s ethnic Armenians in politics. But by the spring of 1915, Talaat had decided to destroy the Armenians, along with Greek Christians who lived in Anatolia. He also began an attack on the Jews. But he could not have pulled off the murders without the help of Enver, his war minister, and Bahaeddin, his propaganda chief. When the Ottoman Empire collapsed at the end of the First World War, the three fled under threat of execution. In the fall of 1918, their German military allies helped them escape justice and gave them sanctuary.
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Yet blood blindly surges blushing my body,
I can no longer fall back into calmly slumber,
In this December Summer heat I gently
Wake up a heart that is both wondering and wandering,
As my hands reach the typewriter,
I can almost feel your love,
Almost hear you say it,
And my lips move whispering my love,
In a room dimly lit,
As my fingers touch the keys,
I almost hear the fast three quarter temp
Almost smell your scent,
Your sense, your vicinity,
My lips curve almost smiling,
For I am almost happy,
This is almost a waltz,
And almost a poem...
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Only two people were with me through it. The first is imprisoned, and the second wears a crown of blood.
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"Silence is a sound which has evaporated and disappeared in the wind and fragmented into echoes preserved in cosmic water jars. If we were to listen intently, we would hear the thud of the apple against a stone in God's garden, Abel's cry of fear when he first sees his own blood, the original moans of desire between a man and a woman who don't know what they are doing."
Sayfa 33 - archipelago books, journal, translated from the Arabic by Catherine Cobham
“He fed it from his hands, and at first it would not eat. Later it ate so savagely that its beak cut the skin off his palm. But the boy was glad, because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird had to consume his blood to make that happen.”
jaehaerys seni tahttan indirmek istedim kb üvey oğul, mu diyeceksin aq
"No. I will see Jaehaerys first and explain myself."
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Maegor descended on Dragonstone only long enough to claim the crown; not the ornate golden crown Aenys had favored, with its images of the Seven, but the iron crown of their father set with its blood-red rubies. His mother placed it on his head, and the lords and knights gathered there knelt as he proclaimed himself Maegor of House Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.
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It was written that king Aegon himself wept the first time his granddaughter was placed in his arms, and thereafter doted upon the child.
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(...) And I can likewise consider the body of a human being as a kind of machine made up of bones, nerves, muscles, veins, blood, and skin so fitted together that, even if there were no mind within it, it would still have all the movements it currently has that do not result from the command of the will (and hence the mind).
Sixth meditation, Oxford University Press
RHAENYS'İN KRALİÇELİK ŞAKA MII
The start of the First Dornish War is generally fixed at 4 AC, when Rhaenys Targaryen returned to Dorne. This time she came with fire and blood, just as she had threatened.
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When Queen Visenya placed a Valyrian steel circlet, studded with rubies, on her brother's head and Queen Rhaenys hailed him as, "Awgon, First of His Name, King of All Westeros, and Shield of His People," the dragons roared and the lords and knights sent up a cheer... but the small-folk, the fisherman and goodwives, shouted loudest of all.
Adaption and overcome
Later this life invaded the land.
Some of our own early stock took part in that invasion. The moving equilibrium of the cells' life in our carly stock was almost literally an energy-eddy in the sea. The water of the sea conditioned it. Its energy-exchanges were based upon the sea. How if cut off from the sea could such a life exist? The Canadian biologist, Archibald Macallum, gave a reading of this riddle. The salts dissolved in our blood today are those of that long past geological epoch. Already in that sea the vertebrate creature, with many of its cells buried in the body's bulk, away from actual touch with the seawater, had evolved a system of branching tubes and a muscular pump, the heart, bringing to each buried cell a blood of salinity similar to that of the archaic sea, a substitute for that sea- water in which its cells had first arisen, to which their ways of life were adapted. When it left the sea altogether for its Odyssey on land, it had but to carry that habit of manufacture with it. It has done so. With that it has crossed mountain ranges and desert sands carrying its own medium with it. It has invaded air as well as land. It runs, and flies, and walks erect. The water of ocean itself has changed from what in that old sea it was. It has changed with the washings of rivers into it for millions of years since then. But the blood, a dynamic equilibrium, has in respect to those salts remained steady. The poet sang, with more literal truth than perhaps he knew, in- voking the sea, "the salt is lodged for ever in, my blood"s That some of them did give up that old ocean allowed the possibility of our becoming what we are
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I will think that the sky, the air, the earth, colours, shapes, sounds, and all external things are no different from the illusions of our dreams, and that they are traps he has laid for my credulity; I will consider myself as having no hands, no eyes, no flesh, no blood, and no senses, but yet as falsely believing that I have all these.
First meditation, Oxford University Press
That night I slept in a barn. I found a diary there. It told the story of a sixteen-year-old, Mark Woodley, and how he’d survived the first days of the sanity crash.
My parents are close behind me now. I don’t know why they hate me. The world has gone mad. I understand that. But I can’t understand why it’s happened to mum and dad. The truth just won’t sink into my head. All I can do is run and run. I’ll find a place where they’ll never find me. An island. I’ll live there like Robinson Crusoe.
In the corner of the barn lay a skeleton picked shiny white by rats
In Dave Middleton’s band of survivors Rebecca Keene was the first to die.