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Look deep into nature.

by Henry Richard Böck on 15. Dezember 2013 , No comments

At first the two forces circled at the same altitude, pouring broadside after broadside into each other. Presently a great hole was torn in the hull of one of the immense battle craft from the Zodangan camp; with a lurch she turned completely over, the little figures of her crew plunging, turning and twisting toward the ground a thousand feet below; then with sickening velocity she tore after them, almost completely burying herself in the soft loam of the ancient sea bottom.

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Henry Richard BöckLook deep into nature.

But then, birds just fly high

by Henry Richard Böck on 14. November 2013 , No comments

The artilleryman agreed with me that the house was no place to stay in. He proposed, he said, to make his way Londonward, and thence rejoin his battery–No. 12, of the Horse Artillery. My plan was to return at once to Leatherhead

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Henry Richard BöckBut then, birds just fly high

Sometimes too much to drink is barely enough.

by Henry Richard Böck on 2. November 2013 , No comments

Now, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of hickory, with the bark still investing it, Ahab fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension. Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, Ahab exclaimed, „Good! and now for the seizings.

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Henry Richard BöckSometimes too much to drink is barely enough.

No time for games, let’s play

by Henry Richard Böck on 2. November 2013 , No comments

Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.

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Henry Richard BöckNo time for games, let’s play

We are masters of the unsaid words.

by Henry Richard Böck on 1. November 2013 , No comments

Now, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of hickory, with the bark still investing it, Ahab fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension. Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, Ahab exclaimed, „Good! and now for the seizings.

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Henry Richard BöckWe are masters of the unsaid words.