Conscience, Or The Stars.

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“It is hellish. My spontaneous reaction was to talk to one of the SS guards, only to be told with unmistakable harshness that I should mind my own business, or find myself in the same striped fatigues! … I realized that any attempt of reasoning on humane grounds would be utterly futile.” – W. von Braun.

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Ein Frühlingstag in Berlin.

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“The love spring comes with a bright sound, and sprinkle his flesh upon the groves; a thousand thousand birds weigh in air, and celebrate him with loud joy.” – Theodor Storm, 1818~1888.

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Reel Around The World Clock.

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Limerence in Alexanderplatz.

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Brexit Britain, 2021.

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“I want this United Kingdom to emerge from this period of change stronger, fairer, more united and more outward-looking than ever before. I want us to be a secure, prosperous, tolerant country – a magnet for international talent and a home to the pioneers and innovators who will shape the world ahead. I want us to be a truly Global Britain – the best friend and neighbour to our European partners, but a country that reaches beyond the borders of Europe too. A country that goes out into the world to build relationships with old friends and new allies alike.”

 

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Mystery On The Beat.

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“Control, does anyone know anything about an old police box being put here on the corner?”

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Pygmalion Falls In Love.

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“She felt warm: he pressed his lips to her again, and also touched her breast with his hand. The ivory yielded to his touch, and lost its hardness, altering under his fingers, as the bees’ wax of Hymettus softens in the sun, and is moulded, under the thumb, into many forms, made usable by use. The lover is stupefied, and joyful, but uncertain, and afraid he is wrong, reaffirms the fulfilment of his wishes, with his hand, again, and again. It was flesh! The pulse throbbed under his thumb. Then the hero, of Paphos, was indeed overfull of words with which to thank Venus, and still pressed his mouth against a mouth that was not merely a likeness. The girl felt the kisses he gave, blushed, and, raising her bashful eyes to the light, saw both her lover and the sky.” – Ovid; ‘Metamorphoses’, Book Ten.

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Fear On Mustafar.

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“Director Krennic, you seem unsettled.”

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