Not Martial Arts but Minerva's Arts. Through a Struggle, be guided by Philosophy, Faith, Art, and Science. Like a Forest from the Olive Tree that Athena, goddess of Wisdom, offered the Greek people a long time ago.
And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about – whenever the wind blows – oh, that’s very pretty! ‘ cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. ‘And I do wish it was true! I’m sure the woods […]
‘I wonder why it wouldn’t do?’ thought Alice, as she groped her way among the tables and chairs, for the shop was very dark towards the end. ‘The egg seems to get further away the more I walk towards it. Let me see, is this a chair? Why, it’s got branches, I declare! […]
Peace, Kent. Come not between the dragon and his wrath. Peace, Kent. At least 34 people. Have been killed. And 117 injured. Including 15 children. After an ‘orcs’ attack. On the centre of Sumy. After an ‘orcs’ attack. On the centre of Sumy. The bow is bent and drawn, make […]
change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Her life has been. Reduced to waiting for. The next phone call. From her husband. – never knowing. if it might be the last. The next phone call. From her husband. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws […]
Nothing, my lord. Nothing. Nothing, my lord. Nothing. An ‘elf’ mother. Who fled to England. With her children. At the start of the war. With ‘Mordor’. Says she is proud of. Her son after he joined. Their country’s war effort. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the […]
An ‘orcs’ call-up poster. Urges the local population. In occupied Melitopol to “defend. The Motherland, professionally”. A leaflet, in a tree. In Crimea shows. An ‘elf’ woman in a vyshyvanka. Defiantly saying “Not yours”. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, […]
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jujub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!’ Some 200km along. The coast of the […]
An ‘orcs’ call-up poster. Urges the local population. In occupied Melitopol to “defend. The Motherland, professionally”. A leaflet, in a tree. In Crimea shows. An ‘elf’ woman in a vyshyvanka. Defiantly saying “Not yours”. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, […]
Through the Looking-Glass. And what Alice found there. The chessmen were walking about. Two and two! Through the Looking-Glass. And what Alice found there. White Pawn to play. And win in eleven moves. ‘For instance, now,’ ‘There’s the King’s Messenger. ‘He’s in prison now. Being punished;’ ‘And the trial doesn’t even. Begin […]
However, on second thoughts, she made up her mind to go on: ‘for I certainly won’t go back,’ she thought to herself, and this was the only way to the Eighth Square. ‘This must be the wood,’ she said thoughtfully to herself, ‘where things have no names. I wonder I wonder what’ll […]
