Project:Realpolitik

Return to the main page

Return to the project index

Realpolitik

Planned info update by 3/23.

• The overhaul your mother warned you about. Bigger, better and more ambitious than it rightfully should be, yet it is.

It's

coming.

I remember it all so clearly...

Like a nightmare I can't escape.

A time of celebration!

The diamond jubilee had come.

Whispers from the shore.

The birds brought with them a murmur.

Fear the sea.

It seeks thee.

Beware the...

Who givest wit to Whales, to Apes, to Owls,

And kindly speech, to fish, to flesh, to fowls,

And spirit to men in soul and body clean,

To mark and know what other creatures mean

Which hast given grace to Gregory, no Pope,

No King, no Lord, whose treasures are their hope

But sinly Priest, which like a Streamer waves

In ghostly good, despised of foolish knaves.

Which hast (I say) given grace to him to know

The course of things above and here below,

With skill so great in languages and tongues:

As never breathed from Mithridates lungs.

To whom the hunter of birds, of mice and rats:

Did speak as plain as Kate that thrunmeth hats,

By means of whom is openly bewrayed,

Such things as closely were both done and said.

To him grant Lord with healthy wealth and rest:

Long life to unload to us his learned breast.

With fame so great to overlive his grave:

As none I had erst, nor any after have.