Mark Selby picks up his first silverware in 19 months as he pulls away from 4-4 to beat Luca Brecel 9-6 in the final of the English Open, on December 18, 2022.
Listen my dudes Ancient Egypt existed for a really fuckass long time. Literally just Pharaonic civilization lasted 3,000 years. That’s not even including predynastic civilization and Roman rule. If you lump that in you’re looking at more like… 5,000 years.
Like. If you want a comparison of how long that is: THE YEAR IS CURRENTLY 2018. TWO THOUSAND. TWO-THIRDS OF ANCIENT EGYPTIAN PHARAONIC CIVILIZATION HAVE HAPPENED SINCE THE ‘BIRTH OF JESUS CHRIST’
We comparatively just entered the Third Intermediate Period. The Greeks will not take over for another 700~ years. Cleopatra will not be born until the year 2931.
Falk, buddy, you said the same thing after the House of Fear. I am grown very attached to Falk and am constantly afraid for his safety, more so than either Rocannon or Rolery/Jakob or anyone else from the first two Hainish novels 😨
With or without us
there will be the silence
and the rocks and the far shining.
But what we need to be
is, oh, the small talk of swallows
in the evening over
dull water under willows.
To be we need to know the river
holds the salmon and the ocean
holds the whales as lightly
as the body holds the soul
in the present tense, in the present
tense.
Le Guin had a very strong idea of what her world and story were about, and Vess was eager to help her realize her vision. “One of the things we talked about a lot was that most epic fantasies are full of marble halls, great kings, queens, and lordly wizards wandering them. Ursula didn’t want that. She didn’t write the books that way. She wanted it to be about people living on the land, and tilling the soil.”
One of the book’s double-page illustrations shows Tenar, Ged, and Tehanu after they have just caught a goat that escaped its pen and fled into a garden. “It’s a very quiet drawing.” Le Guin loved it. “Every once in a while, she’d go, ‘More goats, Charles. Put more goats in there.’”
I went swimming at the weekend! That dramatic change in the colour of the water was a super steep drop where you couldn’t touch the bottom anymore, and the brown side was lovely soft sand-like dirt that made it feel like the beach. There were even underwater plants that reminded me of seaweed. At one point I sat down on the grass for some quiet contemplation, but I was so calm I couldn’t think of anything to contemplate, so I just watched the ducks instead. No photos of the ducks because they were down the bank from where I got in and I only took photos at the end when I got changed. They were adorable though.