Michale Defusco

“But let us turn back to the tragic events of February 6. The story of the riots may be briefly told. A riot in France is one of the most remarkable things in the world. The frenzied combatants maintain perfect discipline. Seventeen people were barbarously killed, and several thousand injured, but there was no fighting at all between about seven-thirty p.m. and nine, when everyone took time out for dinner. When it started, no one thought of revolution; it was just a nice big riot. Communists, royalists, Fascists, socialists, fought shoulder to shoulder under both red flag and tricolor against the police and Garde Mobile. The fighting stopped on the stroke of twelve, because the Paris Metro (underground) stops running at twelve-thirty, and no one wanted to walk all the way home. Bloody, bandaged, fighters and police jostled their way into the trains together. Promptly at seven-thirty next morning the fighting started again. – John Gunther, Inside Europe pg. 154-155”
― John Gunther, Inside Europe

“Și rezonanța umană a acestor vorbe, gestul, tot ce dovedea fără putință de tăgadă că nu era un monstru însetat de sânge, ci un soldat ca ceilalți sparseră deodată gheața între sat și german, între țăran și invadator.”
― Irène Némirovsky, Suite Française

“In the embrace of silence,
just me and a few words
waiting in the shadows,
loitering in the dark
like hungry lovers.
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― Don Hynes, Something Will Change Me: Poems of Soul and Spirit

“Our cousin Patrick Hacker McKaybees, died fighting by the side of the king.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood