Sublime

Our grandfathers had pushed back the onslaught of fascism. Just what the fuck were we doing?

He longed to shout to him and to the people in the railway coach that salvation lay not in loyalty to forms but in throwing them off.

«Вот, прокурор! жил, жил, а потом и умер! И вот напечатают в газетах, что скончался, к прискорбию подчиненных и всего человечества, почтенный гражданин, редкий отец, примерный супруг, и много напишут всякой всячины; прибавят, пожалуй, что был сопровождаем плачем вдов и сирот; а ведь если разобрать хорошенько дело, так на поверку у тебя всего только

We are still permanently trapped somewhere between the heroic and the pitiful. We are still godly; that’s what makes us so monstrous.

“But by our deaths here with honor, in the face of these insuperable odds, we transform vanquishment into victory. With our lives we sow courage in the hearts of our allies and the brothers of our armies left behind. They are the ones who will ultimately produce victory, not us. It was never in the stars for us.

McWatt was the craziest combat man of them all probably, because he was perfectly sane and still did not mind the war.

Nowhere was this Nazi attitude towards the Eastern Front more evident than in the Warsaw Rising of August 1944. An Allied capital containing nearly a million people had risen against

These songs were clearly intended not only to entertain but also to inform. The anonymous author of a poem about the battle of Ravenna in 1512 told his audience that his principal intention in composing the work was ‘not because you would take pleasure from it, but so that you might have some indication of this event’. Events moved fast in this con