On the one hand, it’s possible I’m the only person to have realised that when Hemingway writes in “A Moveable Feast” that “there was no choice at all. There was only the choice of streets to take you back fastest”, he then gives (slightly) WRONG DIRECTIONS.
OTOH, it is of course far more likely that tens of thousands of scholars have identified this point already & this is old hat.
But what might Papa be telling us with this obscure bit of (slight) Parisian misdirection?
At what false certainty, naturally skipped over by millions of readers in love with the prose, might he be pointing to? One remembers that he - and his wife - edited these stories long after first written.
Or might he even have made a (slight) mistake?
The enthusiasm for his Parisian subject sending him tripping down (slightly) false memory lanes?
I don’t know. I like to think he got it right in his youth and went back and cocked it up a bit to say something about false memory. But who knows. /fin
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In early 1914, having learned to fly only because doctor’s orders stopped him working on the family farm after a sheep kicked him in the ribs, Louis Strange joined the “Upside Down” club, for a feat
too obvious to spell out but must have been hairy in an open cockpit.
His innovative streak continued in the war that soon broke out, building petrol bombs with his pals and dropping the homemade explosives from the cockpit by hand to good effect.
In a similar vein, to enable the dropping of larger munitions he invented a chute in the floor of the plane so that payloads could be delivered without physically leaning out of the cockpit.
It is often said with some force that the only good Nazi is a Grammar Nazi. Those guilty of grammatical errors and typographical solecisms, especially online, may seem – and this will shock you – ungrateful when their mistake is pointed out,
but plainly providing such helpful feedback is God’s work.
Thus it is with a divided mind that your correspondent relays the story of The Good Typo. For which, hat tip @BlueEarthMngmnt.
When the Second World War broke out, British boffins (why should the tabloid media be the only ones to use the term?) began the process of building a codebreaking team at Bletchley Park. Whilst well documented in some ways, their work has been somewhat challenging for historians
The Samnites were old rivals of Rome, and did pretty well for a while before they went the way of the rest of Rome’s enemies for the centuries of their pomp - defeat, assimilation, obliteration.
This is a story of their success, which was also their failure - with not one but two lessons.
The Samnites were commanded in 321 BC by Gaius Pontius, who learned that the Roman army in the field against him was presently to be found at Calatia.
He had ten of his men disguised as local herdsmen who, approaching the Romans separately by varying routes at different times, all told them the same thing - that the Samnites were busy laying siege to the town of Lucera.
They say something along the lines of… we are ensuring that dangerous misinformation isn’t spread. You wouldn’t want that, would you?
There are two main issues.
First, in a robust democracy society should be able to bear misinformation, rebutting it not suppressing it
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(Which after all lends it an alluring patina of the illicit, the underground);
Secondly, it’s so hard to determine what is misinformation & what is legitimate disseminating information or perspectives that happen to disagree with those prevailing amongst the decisionmakers.
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Philip Wareing was 25 years old when his Spitfire exploded.
Flying out of Kenley Aerodrome, at that time in August 1940 mostly a smoking ruin at which the pilots slept under the wings of their planes,
Sergeant Wareing was one of seven British airmen engaging thirty German ME109s in the air over the Channel and – as the combat drifted southwards – above Calais.
He’d shot one German fighter down when, in his words, his “lovely Spitfire was riddled like a sieve.” Hit by flak from the ground as well as by enemy planes, on fire, his propeller having failed, his radiator taken out of action,
#Deanehistory 162. This is the story of the 99 call made during the British and Irish Lions tour of South Africa in 1974. if you dislike sporting stories, or robust collective self-defence, don’t read this one, and write a robust letter of complaint to the NATO alliance.
The Lions team is a combined squad of English, Irish, Welsh and Scottish players. Periodically this handpicked group tours another rugby playing nation.
In 1974, the run of play was decisively in the visiting team’s favour. However, in the course of the tour the Lions felt that violent play against them by South African players was not being properly penalised, during or after games.