"Here would be a good landing area," he said, pointing with his stick.His equerry tried to look helpful. "The El Kinte peninsula," he said. "That's the closest point to us, sir."
"Exactly! We can be across the straits in jig time."
"Very good, sir," said Lieutenant Hornett, "but... you don't think the enemy might be expecting us there? It being such an obvious landing site?"
"Not obvious at all to the trained miliatry thinker, sir! They won't be expecting us there precisely because it is so obvious, d'y'see?"
"You mean... they'll think only a complete idiot would land there, sir?"
"Correct! And they know we're not complete idiots, sir, and therefore that will be the last place they will be expecting us, d'y'see? They'll be expecting us somewhere like" -- his stick stabbed into the sand -- "here."
Hornett looked closely. In the street outside, someone started to bang a drum.
"Oh, you mean Eritor,"he said. "Where I believe there is a concealed landing area, and two days' forced march through good cover would have us at the heart of the empire, sir."
"Exactly!"
"Whereas landing at El Kinte means three days over sand dunes and past the fortified city of Gebra..."
"Precisely. Wide-open spaces! And that is where we can practise the art of warfare."
"It is always useful to face an enemy who is prepared to die for his country," he read. "This means that both you and he have exactly the same aim in mind."
"In fact, men, the general has this to say about ensuring against defeath when outnumbered, out-weaponed and out-positioned. it is..." he turned the page, "'Don't Have a Battle.'"
"See all that stuff in the air?" he said. What do you think that is?""Mist?" said Vimes.
"Hah, yes. Klatchian mist! It's a sandstorm! The sand blows about all the time! Vicious stuff. If you want to sharpen your sword, just hold it up in the air."
You said Isyou said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body,to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
Looking into
your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.
....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a
hand(which
moved as though
fingers touch a girl's
breast,
lightly)
Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered
i carry your heart with mei carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
you and i together mysteriously and always floating
Saturday, January 20
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