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Androgenic PSL 6.5 FAILED NOSEMAXX VICTIM has declared a FULL MOGOFF against ASU Frat Leader Varis PSL 7.2 NATURAL GIGACHAD to DETHRONE him from the #2 spot on the FrameMog Z Leaderboard 😳🏆 If Androgenic successfully ASCENDMAXXES past Varis this could trigger a CATASTROPHIC RANKSHIFT pushing Varis into CHADLITE... show more

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🚨😡 Shocking & Infuriating: I just saw a video from Zhangjiajie, China, a couple decided to “train” their 2-year-old son by forcing him to illegally cross a busy road alone. They stood on the other side, waving and urging him to come over. The terrified toddler stumbled and fell, but the mother kept shouting for him to get up and keep going. Seconds later, a car slammed into him, sending the little boy flying through the air. This is not “training.” This is reckless endangerment. This is child endangerment of the worst kind. How any parent could treat their own toddler like a disposable experiment is beyond comprehension. These parents failed the most basic duty of parenthood — to protect their child. They deserve full condemnation and should face serious legal consequences for what they did. My heart breaks for this innocent little boy. Praying he makes a full recovery. Parents like this have no business raising children. #ProtectOurChildren #RecklessParents #ChildSafety #ZeroToleranceForNegligence #CCPChina #China #Chinese

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I know what you're thinking. It's not AI. But I get why it looks impossible… The Apennine Colossus rises 11 metres from the grounds of the Villa Demidoff at Pratolino, north of Florence. It was completed between 1579 and 1580 by the Flemish sculptor Giambologna, commissioned by Francesco I de' Medici, Grand Duke of Tuscany, as the centrepiece of one of the most extravagant Renaissance gardens ever made. The giant is a personification of the Apennine Mountains. Scholars believe Giambologna drew on Ovid's Metamorphoses, in particular the description of a mountain-like Atlas, when he designed the figure. The Colossus emerges from the landscape as if he had always been there, his body merging with rock and moss, stalactites forming his beard, his hair dissolving into stone. With his left hand he crushes the head of a sea monster, from whose open mouth water pours into the pond below. To the people who first encountered him, he did not seem like a statue. He seemed alive. The giant was engineered, through a hidden network of water pipes, to sweat and weep. In winter, icicles formed across his body. In summer, water cascaded from his head into the gardens below. But the most extraordinary thing about the Apennine Colossus is what is inside him... Across three levels, the giant contains a network of chambers. On the ground floor sits a cave-grotto with an octagonal fountain dedicated to the Greek sea goddess Thetys. On the upper level is a room large enough to hold a small orchestra. And in the head there's a private chamber with slits cut into the eyes and ears, and a fireplace whose smoke escaped through the giant's nostrils. Francesco I de' Medici used to sit inside the head and fish through one of the eye slits into the pond below. According to the architectural historian Philip Steadman, "at night he would have torches lit, so the eyes glowed." A century later, around 1690, the sculptor Giovan Battista Foggini added a dragon to the back of the Colossus. The dragon's belly contained a fire chamber. Its neck and head served as the chimney. The smoke rose from the dragon's mouth. A giant that weeps. That breathes smoke through stone nostrils. That has a concert hall in its chest and a fishing room behind its eyes. The Renaissance produced many things that seem almost impossible today. This may be the one that should not even have been imaginable... -- -- -- If you enjoyed this, I write a weekly newsletter read by over 50,000 people who love rediscovering the beauty of the past. You can join us here: If you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible.

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🚨PLEASE SHARE🚨 I spent 2 hours this afternoon talking to a 61 year old VETERAN who served 22 years in the Royal Engineers 'SAPPER' who has been living rough for the last 6 MONTHS in Grimsby and has tried to get help and support from SSAFA & NOVA but finds himself STILL on the STREETS THIS MAN'S HEALTH IS DETERIORATING FAST Whilst I was speaking to him I noticed the leader of the council walking past, and said can I have a minute to talk about this homeless veteran, do you know what he did? HE LOOKED AT HIM LIKE HE WAS A PIECE OF SHIT ON HIS SHOE AND CARRIED ON WALKING I also talked to numerous police officers one suggesting I ring 101 So I remembered what you said last time, and I went into my local council office and said to them Johnny Mercer The minister for veterans has said if I find any homeless veterans on the streets to come into my local council as they will treat it as a matter of urgency Do you know what they said to me? Get in contact with Man served his country for 22 fucking years and that's the best you can do! Temperature outside is currently FREEZING YOU NEED TO ACT NOW BEFORE IT'S TO LATE. 24484944 SAPPER BRYAN 🙏🏻

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THE KILLER of an MBBS Student & 2 other citizens The accused is Golden Sahani, reportedly a close aide of Minister Sanjay Nishad, and is said to be involved in the property business & local politics in Gorakhpur. On Holi, allegedly under the influence of alcohol, he rammed his Fortuner into three MBBS students, crushing them. One of them, Aakash Pandey, a 3rd-year MBBS student, died on the spot. When the police arrested him, he was seen walking arrogantly with his hands in his pockets, perhaps confident that nothing serious will happen to him. People believe that because of his political connections, he may walk out within a month or two and return to public life as if nothing happened. But what about the parents who lost their only son? A young, promising medical student lost his life in a moment of reckless drunken driving. Shockingly, a video from the same day also surfaced in which he was seen abusing and threatening a woman but the police allegedly failed to take timely action. If timely action had been taken by the police earlier, perhaps a bright young life would not have been lost today. Strict action must be taken so that such tragedies are never repeated #MedTwitter PMO India Yogi Adityanath UP POLICE #JusticeForAakashPandey

THE KILLER of an MBBS Student & 2 other citizens The accused is Golden Sahani, reportedly a close aide of Minister Sanjay Nishad, and is said to be involved in the property business & local politics in Gorakhpur. On Holi, allegedly under the influence of alcohol, he rammed his Fortuner into three MBBS students, crushing them. One of them, Aakash Pandey, a 3rd-year MBBS student, died on the spot. When the police arrested him, he was seen walking arrogantly with his hands in his pockets, perhaps confident that nothing serious will happen to him. People believe that because of his political connections, he may walk out within a month or two and return to public life as if nothing happened. But what about the parents who lost their only son? A young, promising medical student lost his life in a moment of reckless drunken driving. Shockingly, a video from the same day also surfaced in which he was seen abusing and threatening a woman but the police allegedly failed to take timely action. If timely action had been taken by the police earlier, perhaps a bright young life would not have been lost today. Strict action must be taken so that such tragedies are never repeated #MedTwitter PMO India Yogi Adityanath UP POLICE #JusticeForAakashPandey

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My wifey found him!!!!!! 2 miles into the Forrest! We ran into some campers that saw him and split up into two directions. Wifey actually climbed up to the top of the mountain and found him hiding from wolves and coyotes and bears in like a rock cave. She took a video and saw his eyes glowing and he was keeping quiet which was smart cause of predators I had just buried my little dog after 20 years together and Bruno is only 4 so I feared the worst and wifey kept saying she’ll find him and she did in pitch black dark with just a flashlight after almost 5hrs Sorry for the drama but I had a presentation planned and my 11yr old daughter ran up and told me that one of the smaller kids opened one of the sliding doors and he went exploring but we have some construction going on so he couldn’t get to the park that we normally go to next to my house and he crossed a dark semi busy highway which was a first and ended up 2 miles into a pitch black Forrest How she found him I still don’t know. I had grabbed my tent ready to sleep the night deep in the woods too. But I got lucky, he’s the sweetest animal and my best friend we do everything together everyday and he sleeps in my bed with me every night so I was heart broken until my wife faced time’d me and said look who I found and I bust into tears of joy not gonna lie and said how the F did you find him, and she said his magical glowing eyes and for the first time I laughed and could feel my heart fill with joy Sorry for the long story.

My wifey found him!!!!!! 2 miles into the Forrest! We ran into some campers that saw him and split up into two directions. Wifey actually climbed up to the top of the mountain and found him hiding from wolves and coyotes and bears in like a rock cave. She took a video and saw his eyes glowing and he was keeping quiet which was smart cause of predators I had just buried my little dog after 20 years together and Bruno is only 4 so I feared the worst and wifey kept saying she’ll find him and she did in pitch black dark with just a flashlight after almost 5hrs Sorry for the drama but I had a presentation planned and my 11yr old daughter ran up and told me that one of the smaller kids opened one of the sliding doors and he went exploring but we have some construction going on so he couldn’t get to the park that we normally go to next to my house and he crossed a dark semi busy highway which was a first and ended up 2 miles into a pitch black Forrest How she found him I still don’t know. I had grabbed my tent ready to sleep the night deep in the woods too. But I got lucky, he’s the sweetest animal and my best friend we do everything together everyday and he sleeps in my bed with me every night so I was heart broken until my wife faced time’d me and said look who I found and I bust into tears of joy not gonna lie and said how the F did you find him, and she said his magical glowing eyes and for the first time I laughed and could feel my heart fill with joy Sorry for the long story.

Banana3

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The Hug of a Hyena: A Warning to the Kinshasa Opposition Before the tragedy, there is a warm embrace; after it, nothing but crushed bones. There is an old, cautionary fable about a man who carried a hyena on his back wherever he went. Seeing this, a passerby stopped him and warned, "My friend, put that beast down. One day, that hyena will make you its lunch." The man ignored the advice and kept walking. A second man approached him with the exact same warning. Again, the man brushed it off, confident in his bond with the predator. Eventually, curiosity got the better of the man. He turned to the beast on his back and said, "Hey, my friend, people keep telling me that you are going to eat me. Is it true?" The hyena, at least, was brutally honest. It whispered into his ear: "You should always fear a threat that two or three men have already warned you about." Before the man could even process the words, it was too late. The hyena gave him no time to think, snapping its jaws shut. This fable perfectly illustrates the fatal mistake of forming an alliance with Félix Tshisekedi. He is political death on legs. It is tragic to watch the opposition in Kinshasa place their faith in a man who is ready to sell out the entire country, and himself along with it, just to retain the presidency. Having tasted the luxury of flying across the world millions of times, he has absolutely no intention of ever going back to a normal life. The political diagnosis is clear: the only cure for the nation is his absolute removal from that office. And for many, the only viable path left to achieve that is through the AFC-M23, for DRC to be at Peace.

The Hug of a Hyena: A Warning to the Kinshasa Opposition Before the tragedy, there is a warm embrace; after it, nothing but crushed bones. There is an old, cautionary fable about a man who carried a hyena on his back wherever he went. Seeing this, a passerby stopped him and warned, "My friend, put that beast down. One day, that hyena will make you its lunch." The man ignored the advice and kept walking. A second man approached him with the exact same warning. Again, the man brushed it off, confident in his bond with the predator. Eventually, curiosity got the better of the man. He turned to the beast on his back and said, "Hey, my friend, people keep telling me that you are going to eat me. Is it true?" The hyena, at least, was brutally honest. It whispered into his ear: "You should always fear a threat that two or three men have already warned you about." Before the man could even process the words, it was too late. The hyena gave him no time to think, snapping its jaws shut. This fable perfectly illustrates the fatal mistake of forming an alliance with Félix Tshisekedi. He is political death on legs. It is tragic to watch the opposition in Kinshasa place their faith in a man who is ready to sell out the entire country, and himself along with it, just to retain the presidency. Having tasted the luxury of flying across the world millions of times, he has absolutely no intention of ever going back to a normal life. The political diagnosis is clear: the only cure for the nation is his absolute removal from that office. And for many, the only viable path left to achieve that is through the AFC-M23, for DRC to be at Peace.

Manzi Willy

20,594 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

The Sea’s Last Gift The biting chill of the dawn cut through the air, but Thomas felt none of it. He held Oscar close, his strong arms wrapping around the German Shepherd with a fierce, protective tenderness. Bundled tightly in his pale, fleece blanket, Oscar lay completely still. Time and illness had stolen the strength from his legs, making it impossible for him to stand on his own, yet his amber eyes remained fixed on the vast horizon. Thomas understood that unspoken, final wish. Oscar needed to see the ocean one last time. He needed to breathe in the sharp scent of the salt air and hear the rhythmic crash of the waves—the very things that had defined the happiest chapters of his life. With every heavy step Thomas took across the wet sand, the frail weight against his chest evoked ghosts of a beautiful, vibrant past. In his mind, he could still see Oscar tearing across this very shoreline like a flash of lightning, ears pinned back, chasing the yellow tennis ball Thomas would launch into the sea breeze. He remembered the pure joy of the dog sprinting back, wet-pawed and proud, tail whipping the air, dropping the sand-covered ball at his feet. This walk was an act of profound devotion, a final, monumental gesture of friendship and gratitude for the soul that had saved him. During the darkest depths of Thomas’s depression, when the world had lost all its light and getting out of bed felt like an impossible mountain to climb, Oscar never left his side. With his unyielding presence and eyes filled with an ancient, silent understanding, the dog had pulled him back from the edge of the abyss, teaching him how to breathe again. Reaching the edge of the tide, where the rising sun pierced the morning mist with ribbons of warm gold, Thomas stopped. He looked down at the graying muzzle of his best friend, the agonizing weight of reality pressing heavily on his chest. He knew their time was measured in minutes now. The heartbreaking certainty that Oscar would soon be gone tore through his soul, turning every remaining breath into a precious, painful treasure. Oscar weakly lifted his nose into the sea breeze, flaring his nostrils to catch the ocean scents he loved so deeply. A spark of pure, recognition-filled joy flickered across the dog's tired eyes. He was in his favorite place in the world, cradled safely against the heartbeat of the man who loved him. Thomas bowed his head, burying his tear-stained face into the soft, familiar fur of the German Shepherd's ear. The tears came fast and hot, losing themselves in the dog's coat. "Thank you, my beautiful boy," Thomas whispered, his voice shattering against the roar of the surf, thick with an overwhelming gratitude that words could barely hold. "Thank you for holding onto me when I was completely lost. You saved my life, Oscar. I would have drowned without you. Thank you for being the truest friend I ever had." Oscar let out a long, deep, and beautifully calm sigh—the exact sigh he always gave at the end of a long day when he finally felt safe. He leaned the heavy weight of his head against Thomas’s shoulder, a silent gesture of pure, unconditional love and forgiveness. In that quiet embrace, as the tide washed away their old footprints, the bond they shared felt larger than the ocean itself, an eternal friendship that not even the approaching silence could ever erase.

The Sea’s Last Gift The biting chill of the dawn cut through the air, but Thomas felt none of it. He held Oscar close, his strong arms wrapping around the German Shepherd with a fierce, protective tenderness. Bundled tightly in his pale, fleece blanket, Oscar lay completely still. Time and illness had stolen the strength from his legs, making it impossible for him to stand on his own, yet his amber eyes remained fixed on the vast horizon. Thomas understood that unspoken, final wish. Oscar needed to see the ocean one last time. He needed to breathe in the sharp scent of the salt air and hear the rhythmic crash of the waves—the very things that had defined the happiest chapters of his life. With every heavy step Thomas took across the wet sand, the frail weight against his chest evoked ghosts of a beautiful, vibrant past. In his mind, he could still see Oscar tearing across this very shoreline like a flash of lightning, ears pinned back, chasing the yellow tennis ball Thomas would launch into the sea breeze. He remembered the pure joy of the dog sprinting back, wet-pawed and proud, tail whipping the air, dropping the sand-covered ball at his feet. This walk was an act of profound devotion, a final, monumental gesture of friendship and gratitude for the soul that had saved him. During the darkest depths of Thomas’s depression, when the world had lost all its light and getting out of bed felt like an impossible mountain to climb, Oscar never left his side. With his unyielding presence and eyes filled with an ancient, silent understanding, the dog had pulled him back from the edge of the abyss, teaching him how to breathe again. Reaching the edge of the tide, where the rising sun pierced the morning mist with ribbons of warm gold, Thomas stopped. He looked down at the graying muzzle of his best friend, the agonizing weight of reality pressing heavily on his chest. He knew their time was measured in minutes now. The heartbreaking certainty that Oscar would soon be gone tore through his soul, turning every remaining breath into a precious, painful treasure. Oscar weakly lifted his nose into the sea breeze, flaring his nostrils to catch the ocean scents he loved so deeply. A spark of pure, recognition-filled joy flickered across the dog's tired eyes. He was in his favorite place in the world, cradled safely against the heartbeat of the man who loved him. Thomas bowed his head, burying his tear-stained face into the soft, familiar fur of the German Shepherd's ear. The tears came fast and hot, losing themselves in the dog's coat. "Thank you, my beautiful boy," Thomas whispered, his voice shattering against the roar of the surf, thick with an overwhelming gratitude that words could barely hold. "Thank you for holding onto me when I was completely lost. You saved my life, Oscar. I would have drowned without you. Thank you for being the truest friend I ever had." Oscar let out a long, deep, and beautifully calm sigh—the exact sigh he always gave at the end of a long day when he finally felt safe. He leaned the heavy weight of his head against Thomas’s shoulder, a silent gesture of pure, unconditional love and forgiveness. In that quiet embrace, as the tide washed away their old footprints, the bond they shared felt larger than the ocean itself, an eternal friendship that not even the approaching silence could ever erase.

Gabriele Corno

13,066 görüntüleme • 7 gün önce

The vet had been honest with the Hollands. Baxter didn't have much time left, and the kindest thing they could do now was make whatever he had left count. So on a warm Saturday in June , instead of a normal quiet day at home, they loaded the old Bernese into the back of the van and drove him two hours to the coast. Baxter had never seen the ocean. He was 13, and his whole life had been the backyard and the same worn spot on the living room rug. The kids wanted him to see something big before he went. He moved slow getting out of the van. His back legs weren't what they used to be, and the boys had to help him down onto the sand. For a second he just stood there at the top of the beach, nose up, taking in all that salt air and open water like he couldn't quite believe it. Then something in him shifted. He started down toward the surf on his own, stiff and determined, the way he used to trot to the door when the kids came home from school. When the first cold wave washed over his paws, his whole face lit up. He didn't run, he couldn't, but he waded in up to his chest and stood in the shallow water with the sun going down behind him, and the whole family just watched. Nobody said much. They didn't need to. They stayed until the light was almost gone, taking pictures, letting Baxter rest against their legs, giving him one perfect afternoon to hold onto. The vet was right about the time. Baxter left them a few weeks later, at home, surrounded by the people who loved him. But he saw the ocean first. And every one of them is glad they gave him that.

The vet had been honest with the Hollands. Baxter didn't have much time left, and the kindest thing they could do now was make whatever he had left count. So on a warm Saturday in June , instead of a normal quiet day at home, they loaded the old Bernese into the back of the van and drove him two hours to the coast. Baxter had never seen the ocean. He was 13, and his whole life had been the backyard and the same worn spot on the living room rug. The kids wanted him to see something big before he went. He moved slow getting out of the van. His back legs weren't what they used to be, and the boys had to help him down onto the sand. For a second he just stood there at the top of the beach, nose up, taking in all that salt air and open water like he couldn't quite believe it. Then something in him shifted. He started down toward the surf on his own, stiff and determined, the way he used to trot to the door when the kids came home from school. When the first cold wave washed over his paws, his whole face lit up. He didn't run, he couldn't, but he waded in up to his chest and stood in the shallow water with the sun going down behind him, and the whole family just watched. Nobody said much. They didn't need to. They stayed until the light was almost gone, taking pictures, letting Baxter rest against their legs, giving him one perfect afternoon to hold onto. The vet was right about the time. Baxter left them a few weeks later, at home, surrounded by the people who loved him. But he saw the ocean first. And every one of them is glad they gave him that.

Gabriele Corno

119,678 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

A Roman emperor ate his meals in a sea cave, a few feet from a massive marble sculpture of the moment Odysseus blinds the Cyclops. Eventually it lay shattered in thousands of pieces on the floor of that cave, and stayed there until 1957... The emperor was Tiberius, who ruled Rome after Augustus, and the cave is at Sperlonga, on the coast between Rome and Naples. It was a natural grotto opening onto the sea, and he turned it into a private dining hall, with pools of water reaching into the mouth of the cave and a platform where he and his guests reclined to eat, the waves echoing off the rock around them... Definitely not a bad place to host dinner. The sculpture stood at the deepest point of the cave and it showed the most terrifying scene in Homer's poem, when Odysseus and his men are trapped inside the cave of Polyphemus, a one-eyed man-eating giant who has sealed them in with a boulder too heavy to move and is eating the crew alive, one by one. Odysseus cannot simply kill him in his sleep, or they will be entombed with the corpse forever. So he gets the giant drunk, waits for him to pass out, hardens the tip of an olive-wood stake in the fire, and drives it into the Cyclops's single eye. The sculptors depicted the instant just before the stake goes in... The colossal figure of Polyphemus sprawls backward, drunk and unaware. Odysseus, the one closest to the Cyclops, and three of his men strain upward with the spike. It was carved larger than life and set in shadow at the back of the grotto, so that as the lamplight shifted, the whole scene seemed to move over the emperor's dinner. The Roman historians Tacitus and Suetonius both record that in the year 26 AD, while Tiberius was dining there, rocks fell from the roof of the grotto, crushing several of his attendants and nearly killing the emperor, who was shielded and dragged out. In that collapse, or in a later one, the great marble scenes were smashed into thousands of fragments. There they lay, at the bottom of the cave, until 1957, when workers building a coastal road cut into the ground and found them. Among the rubble they pulled out the colossal head of the giant himself, and slowly, piece by piece, the scene was put back together. The cave gave up two more secrets: the first was an inscription, ten lines of Latin verse, praising the grotto and saying that only a new Virgil could do justice to its statues of Scylla and the blinding of the monster by the man from Ithaca. It told the archaeologists exactly what they had found. The second was carved into the base of the neighbouring ship: three names, Athenodoros, Agesander, and Polydorus, the same sculptors the Roman writer Pliny had named as the creators of the Laocoön, the statue I wrote about yesterday. Homer's Odyssey is one of the oldest stories in the world, and it has outlived the emperor, the civilization that first told it, and every person who has ever loved it. Nearly three thousand years later, we are still telling the story of a man lost far from home, because some part of us always is... I started my newsletter because the past is full of stories like this one, and so few people ever stop to tell us why they matter. Every week I try to. If that is something you'd like to be part of, you can join through the link in my bio, and if you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible. Thanks for reading.

A Roman emperor ate his meals in a sea cave, a few feet from a massive marble sculpture of the moment Odysseus blinds the Cyclops. Eventually it lay shattered in thousands of pieces on the floor of that cave, and stayed there until 1957... The emperor was Tiberius, who ruled Rome after Augustus, and the cave is at Sperlonga, on the coast between Rome and Naples. It was a natural grotto opening onto the sea, and he turned it into a private dining hall, with pools of water reaching into the mouth of the cave and a platform where he and his guests reclined to eat, the waves echoing off the rock around them... Definitely not a bad place to host dinner. The sculpture stood at the deepest point of the cave and it showed the most terrifying scene in Homer's poem, when Odysseus and his men are trapped inside the cave of Polyphemus, a one-eyed man-eating giant who has sealed them in with a boulder too heavy to move and is eating the crew alive, one by one. Odysseus cannot simply kill him in his sleep, or they will be entombed with the corpse forever. So he gets the giant drunk, waits for him to pass out, hardens the tip of an olive-wood stake in the fire, and drives it into the Cyclops's single eye. The sculptors depicted the instant just before the stake goes in... The colossal figure of Polyphemus sprawls backward, drunk and unaware. Odysseus, the one closest to the Cyclops, and three of his men strain upward with the spike. It was carved larger than life and set in shadow at the back of the grotto, so that as the lamplight shifted, the whole scene seemed to move over the emperor's dinner. The Roman historians Tacitus and Suetonius both record that in the year 26 AD, while Tiberius was dining there, rocks fell from the roof of the grotto, crushing several of his attendants and nearly killing the emperor, who was shielded and dragged out. In that collapse, or in a later one, the great marble scenes were smashed into thousands of fragments. There they lay, at the bottom of the cave, until 1957, when workers building a coastal road cut into the ground and found them. Among the rubble they pulled out the colossal head of the giant himself, and slowly, piece by piece, the scene was put back together. The cave gave up two more secrets: the first was an inscription, ten lines of Latin verse, praising the grotto and saying that only a new Virgil could do justice to its statues of Scylla and the blinding of the monster by the man from Ithaca. It told the archaeologists exactly what they had found. The second was carved into the base of the neighbouring ship: three names, Athenodoros, Agesander, and Polydorus, the same sculptors the Roman writer Pliny had named as the creators of the Laocoön, the statue I wrote about yesterday. Homer's Odyssey is one of the oldest stories in the world, and it has outlived the emperor, the civilization that first told it, and every person who has ever loved it. Nearly three thousand years later, we are still telling the story of a man lost far from home, because some part of us always is... I started my newsletter because the past is full of stories like this one, and so few people ever stop to tell us why they matter. Every week I try to. If that is something you'd like to be part of, you can join through the link in my bio, and if you'd like to support my work, a paid subscription is what makes it possible. Thanks for reading.

James Lucas

400,765 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce