"And then instead of going on to Arusha they turned left, he evidently figured that they had the gas, and looking down he saw a pink sifting cloud, moving over the ground, and in the air, like the first snow in a blizzard, that comes from nowhere, and he knew the locusts were coming, up from the South. Then they began to climb and they were going to the East it seemed, and then it darkened and they were in a storm, the rain so thick it seemed like flying through a waterfall, and then they were out and Compie turned his head and grinned and pointed and there, ahead, all he could see, as wide as all the world, great, high, and unbelievably white in the sun, was the square top of Kilimanjaro. And then he knew that there was where he was going."
"In every battle the eyes are the first to be conquered..."
- Tacitus, Germania
"One must work in solitude as a man who opens a clearing in virgin forest, sustained by the unique hope that somewhere in its depths, others are working to the same end."
- Ernst Jünger
"I find that I must go handsomely, whatever it costs me, and the charge will be made up in the fruit it brings."
11 comments:
Immediately makes me think of the Hemingway story, "The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber"
Another good image from the so-called "bad old days".
Have you seen Africa Addio? It's an amazing, but disturbing record of the end of the colonial period.
Back in those happy days when it was permissible for whitemen to shoot their way out of trouble.
The good old days!
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dFBUEPtz7v0/S3bmX71d1lI/AAAAAAAABAc/Y6UAHS69tfo/s320/tintin3.jpg
A better link:
http://calculable.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/tintin02.jpg?w=640&h=681
"And then instead of going on to Arusha they turned left, he evidently figured that they had the gas, and looking down he saw a pink sifting cloud, moving over the ground, and in the air, like the first snow in a blizzard, that comes from nowhere, and he knew the locusts were coming, up from the South. Then they began to climb and they were going to the East it seemed, and then it darkened and they were in a storm, the rain so thick it seemed like flying through a waterfall, and then they were out and Compie turned his head and grinned and pointed and there, ahead, all he could see, as wide as all the world, great, high, and unbelievably white in the sun, was the square top of Kilimanjaro. And then he knew that there was where he was going."
Tantalizing cleavage.
(Less is more).
@Davis
Now Whitemen capitulate, collaborate and act as apologists for "Them".
Nice!
And now for something completely different...
A sedan chair carried by four Al Jolson lookalikes, or maybe not.
Post a Comment