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  • #1
    “The Times
    2 July 1952
    WAS BRITISH BARONESS WORKING FOR THE NAZIS IN PARIS?
    By Philip Bing-Wallace
    It was alleged that Baroness Freya Saumures (who claimed to be of Swedish descent but is a British subject) was one of the many women that entertained the Gestapo and SS during the occupation of Paris, a jury was told. At the baroness’s trial today, the Old Bailey heard Daniel Merrick-James QC, prosecuting council, astonish the jury by revealing that Baroness Freya Saumures allegedly worked with the Nazis throughout the Nazi occupation of Paris.
    There was a photograph of a woman in a headscarf and dark glasses, alongside a tall dark-haired man who had a protective arm around her, his face shielded by his hand. A description beneath the image read: Baroness Saumures with her husband, Baron Ferdinand Saumures, outside the Old Bailey after her acquittal.
    Alec could not see her face fully, but the picture of the baron, even partially obscured, certainly looked very like the man lying dead in the Battersea Park Road crypt. Alec read on.
    When Mr Merrick-James sat, a clerk of the court handed the judge, Justice Henry Folks, a note. The judge then asked the court to be cleared. Twenty minutes later, the court was reconvened. Justice Folks announced to the jury that the prosecution had dropped all charges and that Lady Saumures was acquitted.
    There was no explanation for the acquittal. The jury was dismissed with thanks. Neither Baron nor Baroness Saumures had any comment.
    Baron and Baroness Saumures live in West Sussex and are well known to a select group for their musical evenings and events. They are also well known for protecting their privacy.
    Alec rummaged on. It was getting close to lunchtime and his head was beginning to ache.”
    Hugo Woolley, The Wasp Trap

  • #2
    “The best writers tend to look the roughest in photos. At least that's the excuse I use for why I look so bad in mine.”
    R.D. Ronald

  • #3
    “Photons also are highly conscious beings. They know when they’re being observed, and they know how to get to where they’re going, regardless of obstacles. If there is a pathway or many, the photon will know them all instantaneously and use them all. It exists in the quantum state and can be in more than one place at the same time. Its awareness is unlimited. It can synchronize itself with the quantum state of the universe.”
    Kenneth Schmitt, Quantum Energetics and Spirituality Volume 1: Aligning with Universal Consciousness

  • #4
    Michael G. Kramer
    “Look at that! The entire Australian kit dates from the 1940s and the uniforms are falling apart at the seams, the fucking boots you have issued to us are the same and everything is rotten. As for bloody weapons, we are issued with the Owen sub-machine gun. While the gun is still a very good weapon, the 9mm ammunition it uses is old WW2 stock and its propellants have deteriorated to the point where I doubt if the round will penetrate the back-pack of a fleeing Noggie!”
    Michael G. Kramer, A Gracious Enemy

  • #5
    Margarita Barresi
    “With the thunderous boom of each firework, Isabela’s heart sank further and further. She loved Papi, and she loved Marco. She could never choose between them.”
    Margarita Barresi, A Delicate Marriage

  • #6
    Aimee Cabo Nikolov
    “Love is the Answer, God is the Cure!”
    Aimee Cabo Nikolov, Love is the Answer God is the Cure

  • #7
    Bryce Courtenay
    “is intended to break the spirit, to render harmless those who are thought to be harmful.”
    Bryce Courtenay, The Potato Factory

  • #8
    Ray Bradbury
    “We're going to meet a lot of lonely people in the next week and the next month and the next year. And when they ask us what we're doing, you can say, We're remembering. That's where we'll win out in the long run. And someday we'll remember so much that we'll build the biggest goddamn steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in it and cover it up.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #9
    Robert Ludlum
    “The success of any trap lies in its fundamental simplicity. The reverse trap by the nature of its single complication must be swift and simpler still.”
    Robert Ludlum, The Bourne Identity

  • #10
    Forrest Carter
    “Pine Billy je došao u posjet. Ostao je kod nas i po cijele dane sjedio pokraj djeda. Djed je želio slušati njegovu violinu i Pine Billy mu je svirao. Stajao je u svjetlu lampe, dugog vrata povijenog nad violinom dok su mu pramenovi kose, nejednakih duljina jer se sam šišao, visjeli preko ušiju. Suze su mu tekle niz lice, kapale na violinu i s violine na tregerhlače.
    „Prestani plakati, Pine Billy“, rekao je djed. „Kvariš muziku. Želim slušati tvoju violinu!“
    Pine Billy je rekao: „Ne plačem. Samo sam pre-e-hlađen“, a glas mu je zvučao kao da ga nešto steže u grlu. Onda je ispustio violinu, pao na koljena i zario lice u plahte pokraj djedovih nogu. Plakao je i ramena su mu se trzala. Pine Billy nije bio Čovjek koji bi bio u stanju suzdržati osjećaje.
    Djed je tad malo podignuo glavu i viknuo slabašnim glasom: „Prokleti idiote, prosipaš Red Eagle duhan po plahtama!“ Što je Pine Billy zaista i učinio.
    I ja sam plakao. Ali tako da djed to ne vidi.
    Djedova tjelesna pamet je postala umorna i počela je sve više i više spavati. Jedino je još njegova duhovna pamet bila budna. Dosta je razgovarao s Willow Johnom.
    Baka bi mu podvukla ruku pod glavu i šaptala mu nešto u uho.
    Djedova tjelesna pamet se još jednom vratila. Htio je da mu donesem njegov šešir; otišao sam po njega. Stavio ga je na glavu.
    Držao sam ga za ruku i on se osmjehnuo. „Život je bio dobar, Malo Drvo. Sljedeći put će biti još bolji. Vidjet ćemo se.“ A onda je i njegov duh otišao, kao i duh Willow Johna.”
    Forrest Carter, Malo drvo

  • #11
    Lemony Snicket
    “It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.”
    Lemony Snicket, The End



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