We should buy a ghost town together, take a few hundred dogs to live there with us, spend the days exploring and finding nice historical artifacts, and never look back
I can cook.
And I’m saying that because I found this channel a few weeks ago, and I’m fascinated.
Who’s bringing the beer
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Thread: This is a complaint written in c. 1750 (ancient Babylonian Yelp) to a merchant named Ea-nasir from someone named Nanni:
"I have sent messengers ... to collect the bag with my money but you have treated me with contempt by sending them back empty-handed."
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"Tell Ea-nа̄ṣir, Nanni sends the following message:
When you came, you said to me as follows: "I will give Gimil-Sin (when he comes) fine quality copper ingots."
You left then but you did not do what you promised me.
You put ingots which were not good before my messenger (Ṣīt-Sin) and said: "If you want to take them, take them, if you do not want to take them, go away!"
What do you take me for, that you treat somebody like me with such contempt?
This letter was written by Pliny the Younger to the Roman historian Tacitu, describing the A.D. 79 eruption at Mt. Vesuvius:
"The cloud sank down soon afterwards and covered the sea, hiding Capri and Capo Misenum from sight. My mother begged me to leave her and escape...
... as best I could, but I took her hand and made her hurry along with me. Ash was already falling by now, but not very thickly. Then I turned around and saw a thick black cloud advancing over the land behind us like a flood.
... "Let us leave the road while we can still see", I said, "or we will be knocked down and trampled by the crowd".
We had hardly sat down to rest when the darkness spread over us. But it was not the darkness of a moonless or cloudy night...
This is what you get when you don’t show up for Pliny’s dinner party in Rome (circa 97 AD):
“My Dear Septicius Clarus,
Look here, you accepted my invitation to dinner and then did not show up. You will be assessed for the costs, to the last penny, and they are not small.
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You will have to foot the bill for all these preparations:
lettuce, one head per head; snails, three apiece; eggs, two each; pasta [to wit: spelt grits]; all the above served with mulsum and snow–yes, you will pay the tab for the snow too, in fact especially for the snow...
... because it died on the dish as a result of your negligence; then olives, boiled beets, gourds, onions, and one thousand other items no less elegantly prepared.
You would have heard comic skits, or a reader, or a musician, or–considering my generosity–all three.
In 1910, Cole and five friends (including a young Virginia Woolf) disguised themselves as the Emperor of Abyssinia and his posse (see the photo below), and were given a full VIP tour of the British warship, the H.M.S. Dreadnought.
In the 1800s, he bought tickets for strategically selected seats at a theatrical performance and distributed them to bald men. When the lights went up their shiny heads spelled out a swearword.
Cole would occasionally impersonate prime minister and Labor party leader Ramsay MacDonald, giving speeches that contradicted MacDonald’s actual political views.