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The great men of power who seek to change the nations they belong to usually are pretty terrible people.

Windy.

Like every other good thing in this world, leisure and culture have to be paid for. However, it is not the leisured and the cultured who have to pay.

The end of the race. Victoria Esplanade, Bellerive. February 2012. Wordless Wednesday.

We are tomorrow's past.

Henry approaches the pinnacle of The Nut...

Meanings are not determined by situations, but we determine ourselves by the meanings we give to situations.

Ezra channels Marilyn Monroe...

Liberty for wolves is death to the lambs.

A bird on a wire. Sandy Bay, July 2011. Another day. More rain. Not good. Very bad. Very sad. Very tired. Oh well. Another day. Still a bird on a wire. Sandy Bay, July 2011.

Character is much easier kept than recovered.

Thar be an ill wind that blows nobody any good. Cremorne Beach, Cremorne. June 2011. Strength through unity . Strength through duty . Strength through love . Strength through hope . Strength through logic . Strength through weakness . Strength through faith . Strength through fear . Strength through joy . Strength through muscle . Pick one...

After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

Stand into the wind girls! Long Beach, Sandy Bay. June 2011. A very special Sunday Top Five today, The Top Five Individually-Viewed Blog Posts On This Will Hurt Me Throughout The Long And Storied History Of The Production ! Vile, Racist Ad! A big blue sky and a Drabble too! Animals in sweaters! Badly drawn tigers! Soviet Russia Henry!

You don't change the course of history by turning the faces of portraits to the wall.

It’s blue. It’s cold. It’s very, very big. Calverts Beach looking south to Antarctica. February 2011. When I look out over this kind of vista, I tend to reflect on the sheer magnitude of the ocean; the vast and varied life that can be found within; the size and power of all that shifting water; our very fundamental insignificance in contrast to the enormity of the depths. Or I think about boobs. One of the two.

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.

Cliff at one end of Clifton Beach. Clifton Beach. March 2011. A busy week this week means that I've only got through the one book (still a few pages left on the current). But what a book! Оди́н день Ива́на Дени́совича . [Ahem] One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich is Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn's classic description of life in a Soviet labor camp in the 1950s, describing a single day of an ordinary prisoner, Ivan Denisovich Shukhov. Seemingly as much known for its actual publication (a significant event in Soviet literary history), it's also a cracking read. Essentially an exploration of authoritative oppression and camp survival, Solzhenitsyn used his first-hand experience in the Soviet Gulag, having been imprisoned from 1945 to 1953 for criticising Joseph Stalin. Oddly enough, for the subject matter One Day in the Life... is actually an uplifting read. I'd very much recommend it to anyone.

A day without laughter is a day wasted.

First rule of the beach on windy days: when heading upwind, keep one’s mouth closed .