Nevertheless the sun hides not Virginia’s Dismal Swamp, nor Rome’s accursed Campagna, nor wide Sahara, nor all the million miles of deserts and of griefs beneath the moon. The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth. So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true — not true, or undeveloped.
from Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick, 1851
Variant. DC Comics.
“It is incomprehensible to me, the fear that can affect men in political offices. It is shocking the way they submit to forces they know are wrong and fail to stand up for what they believe. Can their jobs be so important to them, their prestige, their power, their privileges so important that they will cooperate in the degradation of our society just to hang on to those jobs?”
― Shirley Chisholm, Unbought and Unbossed
You know you live in the South when your neighbor keeps going on about Moon Pies.
Dude likes his Moon Pies.
I haven’t heard “pop” substituted for “soda” yet, though.
“Petit Bleu, the last wolf of the Menez-Hom, captured on January 23, 1903.” Le Journal du Dimanche.
“Nothing shows a man’s character more than what he laughs at.”
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“Satan Talks to the Council of Hell.” Engraving.
“The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating them, till they are left living with half a heart and half a lung.”
― Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick, 1851
On board the ship `Garthsnaid’ at sea. Circa 1920.
Man, did “The War of the Worlds” rock my world as a little kid. When this movie made the rounds on 1980’s television, it was arguably a bigger reason to celebrate than a “Godzilla” movie.
I’m a little puzzled to realize that neither the trailer or the original film poster below show the Martian ships, which were pretty damned nifty for a 50’s movie. I’m not sure why that is. (Maybe up to certain point the filmmakers wanted to save that as a surprise for people who bought a ticket?)
This isn’t the only adaptation of the classic 1898 H. G. Wells novel that I would come to love. A few years later, I wound up getting the famous 1939 radio play on cassette tape. And as an adult, I’ll always enjoy Steven Spielberg’s genuinely frightening big-budget 2005 version. I haven’t quite warmed to the new BBC series yet, but maybe that will change.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 