Oh dear, how sad, never mind

#6
Turkey's a bit mad isn't it? Coups and random gunfire and shit. And it's difficult to reconcile what they did to TE Lawrence's bottom with any pretentions of civilised behaviour.
 
#7
Turkey's a bit mad isn't it? Coups and random gunfire and shit. And it's difficult to reconcile what they did to TE Lawrence's bottom with any pretentions of civilised behaviour.
TE Lawrence was gagging for it. The slut.
 

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#12
There's something sort of "satisfying" about the tale. "Comeuppance" springs to mind. Or "poetic justice".

MsG
 
#14
The little boy's father comes out of the whole thing better than most:
"It was a tough time for us. But it's worse for his family at the moment, I remember he had two kids."
Admirable that he can be thinking of the how his son's murderer's family must be feeling.
 
#16
There's something sort of "satisfying" about the tale. "Comeuppance" springs to mind. Or "poetic justice".

MsG
Karma, in fact. Have a SABC though for all those that you have given other people. Which is kind of satisfying too.
 
#17
Yeah. And try and imagine riding a Brough Superior after that little lot.
And I blamed those lads on bicycles on that road near Clouds Hill for why he died.

I should have realised, he was shifting uncomfortably on the saddle which caused him to lose control!

The long shadow of Deraa.
 
#18
TE Lawrence was gagging for it. The slut.
Take that back, Sir.

Our privations and dangers fanned this virile heat,
in a climate as racking as can be conceived. We had no shut places to
be alone in, no thick clothes to hide our nature. Man in all things
lived candidly with man.

The Arab was by nature continent; and the use of universal marriage had
nearly abolished irregular courses in his tribes. The public women of
the rare settlements we encountered in our months of wandering would
have been nothing to our numbers, even had their raddled meat been
palatable to a man of healthy parts. In horror of such sordid commerce
our youths began indifferently to slake one another's few needs in
their own clean bodies--a cold convenience that, by comparison, seemed
sexless and even pure. Later, some began to justify this sterile
process, and swore that friends quivering together in the yielding sand
with intimate hot limbs in supreme embrace, found there hidden in the
darkness a sensual co-efficient of the mental passion which was welding
our souls and spirits in one flaming effort. Several, thirsting to
punish appetites they could not wholly prevent, took a savage pride in
degrading the body, and offered themselves fiercely in any habit which
promised physical pain or filth.
Ah, yes. Two pages into "Seven Pillars of Wisdom"...

A large book, difficult to hold in one hand I suppose.
 
#19
Take that back, Sir.



Ah, yes. Two pages into "Seven Pillars of Wisdom"...

A large book, difficult to hold in one hand I suppose.
So, in short, TE was a raving sausage jockey and by the sound of it, wasn't averse to more than one sausage either.
 

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