And, of course, there’s Neo’s name: when you rearrange the letters, it spells “One.”
HOW IS IT THAT I NEVER NOTICED THIS BEFORE?
The history books record that on 14 October 1066, Harold was brutally hacked to death by four Norman knights, after being struck by an arrow to his eye. The scenes of Harold gripping the arrow were later depicted in the Bayeux Tapestry.
Archaeologists will now explore a claim that the king survived the battle and lived as a hermit until he died of natural causes in his eighties – about 40 years after the battle.
Today is the anniversary of the Battle of Hastings!
I have a manuscript under the bed (metaphorically) which touched on Harold having survived the battle, though it wasn’t the main plot of the story. Maybe someday I’ll bring it out & see what I can do with it.
In the meantime, I’m doubtful about how this search will turn out. Looking for someone who died four centuries earlier than Richard III who may not have even died at the time or place he was supposed to makes the whole thing just a tiny bit more complicated & much harder to prove even if they find a body.
There’s a story behind this. Too bad there’s probably no way to find out just what it is at this point (I’m not sure I want to go digging through hundred-year-old court documents even if they’re available).
I’m sure there was probably more going on between Mr. John and Mr. Ward than a simple matter of getting one to kiss President Wilson’s picture. I can imagine a long, possibly (hopefully?) friendly, political rivalry going on between the two neighbors. I wonder whether this ended the shenanigans or escalated them.
Last week, the temporary display welcomed its landmark 100,000th visitor, having opened only six months ago.
100,000 visitors in 6 months. Not bad. I bet some little touristy places are wishing they could dig up a long-missing king on their property to bump up their numbers.
Sadly, I’m not one of those 100,000 visitors (yet). Not to worry, though. I’ve been stalking the archaeologists virtually.
They seem to have a nice sense of humor.
Yes, this is an Onion story and it takes things to a ridiculous extreme, but I think every author has felt they’ve desperately lost their way in describing something some time or another. Thankfully, that’s what editing is for.
They moved closer now, and their shadows stretched across the sand, twin silhouettes cut from the same canvas. She laid her finger hub across his tentative, dandelion hands and then slowly let that glorious gripping machine tighten like a mighty vise until at last she could feel that their spirits, too, were entwined, just like their touching-organs were, except emotionally instead of physically.
I saw this on Seth Godin’s blog this morning.
We can publish the history of Roman Empire in 500 pages, but we’d need ten times that to contain a narrative of the noise in your head over the last hour.
I may resemble this remark.