what are you reading now?
jenks
thread death
It's a very common Dutch surname - it means Thatcher, as in roofing etc.
Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
Dekkard, isn't it?
Deckard.
Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Police vans on fire at Ogreave Coking Works..."
Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
You're not helping.
IdleRich
IdleRich
So now Rutger Hauer is involved too?
Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
Yeah, he's talking to Deckard/Thatcher, obvs.
yyaldrin
in je ogen waait de wind
something like lermontov's a hero of our time maybe.
"Meanwhile we had finished our tea. Outside, the horses had been harnessed long since and were now standing shivering in the snow; the moon, becoming pale in the western sky, was about to immerse itself in the black clouds that trailed like tattered bits of a torn curtain from the mountain peaks in the distance. We stepped out of the hut. Contrary to my companion's prediction, the weather had cleared and promised a calm morning. The dances of stars, intertwined in a fantastic pattern in the distant heavens, went out one after another as the pale glimmer of the east spread out over the dark lilac sky, gradually casting its glow on the steep mountainsides blanketed by virginal snow. To right and left yawned gloomy, mysterious abysses, and the mist, coiling and twisting like a snake, crawled into them along the cracks and crevices of the cliffs as if in fearful anticipation of the coming day."
"Meanwhile we had finished our tea. Outside, the horses had been harnessed long since and were now standing shivering in the snow; the moon, becoming pale in the western sky, was about to immerse itself in the black clouds that trailed like tattered bits of a torn curtain from the mountain peaks in the distance. We stepped out of the hut. Contrary to my companion's prediction, the weather had cleared and promised a calm morning. The dances of stars, intertwined in a fantastic pattern in the distant heavens, went out one after another as the pale glimmer of the east spread out over the dark lilac sky, gradually casting its glow on the steep mountainsides blanketed by virginal snow. To right and left yawned gloomy, mysterious abysses, and the mist, coiling and twisting like a snake, crawled into them along the cracks and crevices of the cliffs as if in fearful anticipation of the coming day."
