Photo of the Day: A woman leaps from the fourth floor of a building set on fire by rioters in Croydon, South London.
[wenn via times / @williamsjon.]
See Also: London riots: Before-and-after images.
You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.- E.E. Cummings
Regulus Black, to Sirius Black
I tried to do what you would have done, in the end.
Peter Pettigrew, to James Potter
I wish I could take it back.
Gideon Prewett, to Arthur Weasley
You take good care of our Molly, you hear?
Merope Gaunt, to Tom Marvolo…
Anyone else get a lump in their throat reading this?
Photo Gallery: The Children of the Russian Rich (via SPIEGEL ONLINE) This folks, is a real Kalashnikov. (Correction: this is Schmeisser, a WW2 German MP40 Machine Pistol.)




