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Stephenson: Quicksilver
z neba spadlo *loading* ziab
- 7 kg.
este nejake tie tehlicky a som spokojny
I watched with great interest much of Teddy Kennedy's wake and funeral, and saw in a clearer way than I had in the past a big cultural difference between the elites of the two parties, or rather the Democratic and Republican establishments.
Pretty much the entire Democratic establishment was at the Kennedy services, and the level of shown affection among those in the pews and the audience was striking—laughing, hugging, telling stories, admitting weaknesses, weeping. It was Irish, and old-time.
If it had been a gathering of the Republican political and journalistic establishment it would have been less emotive, with little shown affection. Polite laughter, cordial handshakes, a lot of staring ahead. A guy with his head down and you think he's mourning but he's BlackBerrying. They don't especially like each other, they compete against each other, and they don't feel the need to fake liking each other. They have the old dignity of the old grown-ups. And I suppose their style reflects some of their philosophy: Politics isn't about emotions but thoughts.
Peggy Noonan, WSJ
ako by to bolo u nas?
Skusim: The level of shown affection among those in the pews and the audience was striking—laughing, hugging, telling stories. They don't especially like each other, they compete against each other, but they feel the need to fake liking each other.
: kupil som si vo Svedsku na letisku knihu, aby som tak vela zo svedciny nezabudal.
Mali ju v oddeleni bestsellerov a je fakt dobra, nemozem sa odtrhnut.
Dnes mam taky browsovaci den, kedze sa neda hrat poker, tak si pozeram rozne veci. Napriklad som sa rozhodol vygooglit autora tej knihy.
Dal som Henkell Manning.
Nic.
Dal som Hankell Manning.
Nic.
Skusil som Hankall Menning.
Zase nic.
Ale pri vsetkych pokusoch som narazal na jednu stranku. Klikol som a s radostou som skonstatoval, ze nie som jediny, kto si nevie zapamatat meno Henninga Mankella. A teraz dufam, ze to mam dobre.
Takze ako sa vola ten Sved po prve a rozsirena verzia.