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My favourite quotes from 'Champion Year' by Mike Hawthorn

Tw: Description of Peter Collins death

Three days after the manuscript of this book was delivered to the publishers Mike Hawthorn was killed on the Guildford by-pass. When the book was going to press Mr. Matthews, a New Zealand poet, kindly sent to the publishers the following verse which the tragic accident had moved him to write:

He was a nation's Golden Boy

At twenty-nine the brightness failed,

And he was dead.

He went as he had lived, flashing

A lonely pathway to the stars:

What's to be said?

I think for him a nobler crown

Now wreathes that many-laurelled brow-

The course is run.

For England's laughing cavalier

The Race is won.

This book is dedicated to the memory of 'Mon Ami, Mate' Peter Collins

The 1958 series achieved a new high in mismanagement, due mainly to the invetable question of money; it was on and then off and on again almost as many times as a chorus girl's costume in a Windmill revue - p20

From there to Milan we had one of the most hair-raising rides I had ever experienced; our coach was driven by a completely manic driver who just pressed on down the autostrada as though it was a clear soup rather than the traditional pea soup type of fog. He obviously couldn't see a thing so I decided it was best to curl up and get to sleep before the accident happened. Anything he came up behind just pulled out and passed. At one point his nerve failed him and he tucked in behind a large lorry crawling along about five miles an hour. After a while he plucked up the courage and passed it; once we were all safely past the passengers gave him an enormous cheer, whether of reielf or genuine applause I still can't make up my mind! - p21/22

It might have been a better party had Peter been there, but he and Louise were in America; he was the only really notable absentee from the party - p22

I had doubtful distinction of not scoring a win on either sports or racing cars throughout the whole season and had anyone asked me what the chequered flag looked like I should have referred him to Stirling - p22/23

Stirling did 1m 44s driving with one eye bandaged after Katie had bashed him accidentally - p27

I decided not to swim, the Argentine sun and my fair skin didn't get on, so I lazed under an enormous sun brolly and read the papers in the shade. I suppose we were there about four hours and although I had not been in the sun for more than a few minutes I noticed my legs smarting rather as we flew back. Tito's pilot let me fly as far as Montevideo where we stopped to clear customs. The smarting, a sort of tingling like pins and needles, got much worse and by the time we got back to Burnos Aires my legs were really hurting. Back at the hotel I found they were bright red and very painful. During the night they started swelling up badly and I got a doctor in who gave me some sort of jollop for them. Apparently it had been the reflection of the sun off the sand and I was lucky that I had kept my sweater on as otherwise my body would have got it too. I spent the next two days in bed in great pain and thus missed the first day's training for the sports car race. Enormous water blisters blew up under the skin and the thought of driving horrified me- p33

Feeling lousy and looking like a lobster I reported for duty on race day - p34

Like a flash Boy Scout instinct always latent in Hawthorn sprang to the fore. "Why not let Ggendebien take my place," I said to Tavoni "and he can drive with Taffy." Nobody seemed to appreciate my noble gesture, but anyway I didn't have to drive although some reports say that I did - p35

After four days or so my legs got better although they were still upsetting me, but I met a very nice Argentinian girl who had a Cadillac and she drove me to and from the circuit. Martha Pristerini, I think her name was. She had a very little penthouse flat with the smallest swimming pool ever. You dived in and hit your head the other end immediately, all in one easy movement - no trouble at all - p36

It was an uneventful period except for the news of Fangio's kidnapping - p41

Apparently a lot of the voters thought the money involved in staging a motor race could have been better spent on the half million unemployed characters in Cuba - knowing what South American race organisation is like I was all for the rebels - p41

Fortunately the whole thing was done as a gesture and Fangio was never in danger although I did read somewhere that he was tortured. It turned out that he had been locked up in a room with a television set, which comes to the same thing, I suppose, if you don't like the television - p41

Bonnier had a beard and while he was walking in Havana a car screamed up and characters with Tommy guns searched him because they thought he was one of the rebels. Evidently the rebels rather went in for the beards - p41

Pete and Louise stayed there too and we had a lot of fun buying our own food which Louise cooked for us. We would go to one of the self-service stores and we always ended up with an enormous bill and far more food that we needed - p42

The evenings we spent quietly watching the television and once I get in front of the goggle box I stay there. I'm a complete fan and I look in whenever I can at home - p42

Peter had driven down with Louise from New York in a borrowed Chev. and collected his usual ticket for speeding - p42

I got back to our motel and went up to Pete and Louise's room. He had just run his bath, which he had been looking forward to, but he didn't get it - I stepped straight into it without even taking my clothes off! - p45

After changing I went off with Ivor on a party which we ended up about six o'clock in the morning playing poker in a hotel bedroom with three State Troopers, motor cycle 'cops'. I was getting a bit worried as we were winning, which upset them, they had very large guns; they kept nudging me and saying: "Don't you think it's time you went home?" So we went. - p45

I had always wanted a boxer and Ian gave me one of the pups. His name was Boris and he was a fine character, so ugly he was beautiful, but I didn't like the name. - p51

The main drama of the day came from the public address system which broadcast frequent and impassioned appeals to a schoolboy not to eat the sandwiches his mother had prepared for him as they contained broken glass. It was reported the next day that he had eaten them before the announcement and hadn't noticed anything odd about them! - p52

On the Sunday Carol and I flew home taking the dog with us; we had still not thought of another name for it. When we got to the Aero Club we had a drink; I had my usual pint of light ale and bitter and was chatting to Carol when I looked round to find the boxer tucking into my grog. So that was it - from then on he was Grogger - p52

The tragic thing was that I eventually ran him over. Much later in the year, during the Motor Show, I had the Ferrari demonstrator car out and a friend at Tilford Green wanted a ride. As I drove off just to go round the houses, Grogger tried to follow us but someone called him back. As we drove back he must have seen me and he jumped straight in front of the car. I don't think he knew anything about it, but I felt utterly terrible. He was my first dog and the first dog I had ever run over. I felt the only thing to do was to get another one quickly, which I did, another boxer, nine weeks old, Grogger the second - p52

Phil and Pete had quite an experience when out on the Ferrari mule they met a real live one which reared up - no doubt in imitation of the prancing horse of the Schuderia Ferrari badge - and threw its rider off - p61

We did several laps with the little Fiat and when we weren't driving round we spent the time swimming and sunbathing in a little bay. Peter, Louise and me and sometimes Phil Hill would go; sometimes Taffy or Seidel and his wife would join us. We'd take a picnic basket and eat and doze and swim. They were good times that I shall always remember - 61

In this book I am expressing my own opinions, and often those of Pete, whose views on motor racing were very similar to mine. It is more than possible that we were alone in these, but there it is. I recently read a survey of British eating habits and I was just as horrified to read that thirty million Britions eat custard every Sunday. So here is Hawthorn, sticking out his neck again: I don't like custard or the Targa Florio - p63

Taffy started off on our car with instructions from me that if he was going to bend it, then he must bend it well and truly, which made him laugh and eased the tension of the start! - p63

Louise was waiting for me in their little vespa. Louise let me drive it back to Monte Carlo, and we had enormous fun throwing it around the corners - p68

It was a long way back for Stirling, but he had me for company in the same row! - p71

Pete and I went straight to his boat after the race where a party started that was to end in the small hours of the morning in the Tip Top Club. I cannot recall who was there, but my definition of a memorable party is one that I don't remember much about. - p78

It was an irony of fate that Pete was to lose his life on my favourite circut - p90

As is usual on the start we were given the time signals, one minute to go, thirty seconds to go and then from then seconds we were given a count down. I suddenly decided I would play a joke on Stirling and when the count reached "One" I started to run like hell for the car. Stirling correctly waiting for the zero shouted: "You bastard, Hawthorn!" This made me laugh so much that I could hardly find breath to run, when I did get to the car I was still laughing and made a complete nonsense of the start. I had not intended to jump the gun to gain time, but the final laugh was well and truly on me because Stirling, Tony Brooks, Salvadori and Behra all got away in front of me - p92/93

As I got away the Autosport report says: "Mike gave what might be described as a jocular wave to Reg Parnell." The gesture I made was certainly jocular, but I wouldn't have called it a wave! - p95

I got an enormous applause from the crowd who throughly enjoyed the show, so before jumping in I bowed to them and went off feeling rather like the conjurer who says his next trick is impossible. Needless to say my act did not go down well elsewhere, as it had put paid to our chances and had given Stirling a handsome lead of over four minutes - p96

Always after the Nurenburgring races we meet up in Pete's and Louise's room in the Sporthotel for drinks. It is usually a fairly gay party as most people are staying there and so don't have far to go home. Pete had got some whiskey and beer and we sat around and talked - p97

It was obvious I had had it for clouds of white smoke from a racing car does not denote a happy event, as it does in the Vatican circles in Rome. There it means a new Pope has been elected, but in Grand Prix racing circles it means you had it in a big way! - p109

He has written books on Continental travel so when we set off by taking a road I used to take to the circut I said nothing. Then we turned off again. "Are you sure this is the way?" I asked, "Oh yes," said Rodney, "it's a short cut, a special way I know. I recognise it." This went on until late that evening when we got to Dinant, which is only about fifty miles from Spa, so we decided we would stay there. I was in no hurry, and Rodney never is. Roy would have liked to press on but he was out numbered. We had quite a night at Dinant, but the funny thing was that it only takes about four and a half hours to get to Paris from Spa, and it had taken us all that to get to Dinant. The next day we set off about ten and Rodney said he would get us near to Paris as he could, drop us off and we could get a train. So off we went, and I'm certain that we came across roads that the French and the Belgians don't even know exist to this day. Show Rodney a side road and he will take it, especially if it isn't signposted. We travelled about forty miles an hour, which is Rodney's cruising speed, and one which I throughly enjoy. I cannot bear the type who tries to impress you by driving fast. We made innumerable refuelling stops which I also enjoy. Rodney's favourite is gin and French. After seven hours of this we eventually reached Rheims and Roy and I decided we would stand a better chance at getting to Paris that night if we took a train; I think Rodney was rather relieved as he could press his own way, but I had throughly enjoyed the experience - p113/114

I set off for Le Mans on Wednesday with Bernard Cahier, a motoring correspondence for one of the American motoring magazines, in his very much modified Renault Dauphine - at a rate of knots that would have horrified Rodney; it certain did me - p114

In the morning we drove up to Paris and caught the train back to England and Pete and Louise came down to Farnham with me to stay the night in Frensham Ponds Hotel. We actually heard the results of the race at my garage in Farnham. At the hotel they were quite shattered to see us and could hardly believe their eyes! - p120.

Duncan was taken off to hospital with bruises all over him, and that is a lot of bruises because that is a lot of Duncan. Many amusing stories are told of his stay in hospital but I like best the one that describes Duncan's agony lying in bed watching all the 10,000-franc notes of his second prize floating out of the window one after the other. This upset him much more than his physical injuries! - p121

Poor Stirling was again accused of being frightened and only doing it for the money. As a professional driver he was entitled to race for money and as for being frightened I can only say that even if he was not, I certainly was - p123

I immediately said to Tavoni that I thought Luigi should drive in place of me, the old boy scout instinct in me coming to the fore again - p126

On Tuesday night we went to the Crazy Horse Saloon, a very popular night club with strip-tease acts and waiters with twirling Victorian moustaches and long white aprons. The place is so crowded that you are usually drinking out of someone else's glass and it's a very good spot. During the evening Stirling asked me how I was going down to Rheims and I told him by plane if possible, but that I had nothing fixed. He offered me a lift in his Mercedes 22oS. I looked at Katie and asked her what he was like on the road now. Katie said: "Oh, he's very good now and drives quite slowly." So I said: "Thank you, Stirling, very much, I'd love to come." Off we set next day, stopping for lunch at Soissons, where we met up with Ken Gregory and his wife and Harry Schell, also en route to Rheims. I was able to tell them that Stirling was driving very well and quite capable of controlling a car on the roads! - p133

I asked if I might be permitted to drive around the circuit to have a look where it all was. Pete said he would lead me round and show me the worst bits, and eventually we got permission to do this. Before we set out I asked Peter if the lap would make any difference as far as fuel was concerned. All our cars had had auxiliary side tanks fitted; I had an extra big rear tank and my side tank, but he had a smaller rear tank than mine as well. I had asked about the fuel situation and had been told that I would be able to get through the race all right, but that with Peter's car it would be a close thing. I asked Pete about it and he said: "Not to worry; it will be all right, I'm sure it will." So we went off and drove this one lap and took our position again...Right on the last lap trouble came to Pete; he was lying fourth and ran out of fuel. If he had not done that extra lap to show me where the oil was he would have made his fourth. As it was he pushed it over for fifth. - p139-141

I could see the place where Luigi had gone off; I could not see the car, which was hidden in the cornfields beside the track. I was terribly worried, but there was nothing I could do. I remembered his crash at Spa and how he got away with that and I just hoped he had been lucky again - p140

One night a crowd led by Luigi had somehow manhandled Harry Schell's car, a little 4-wheeled Vespa, through the main door of the hotel and up the stairs to the first floor. Unfortunately Harry was on the fourth floor. They couldn't get it into the lift and so the plot, which was to drive it along the corridor to Harry's room and blow the horn, misfired. They left it outside the managers office on the first floor and put a few flowers around it. Then they had a new idea and they went up to his room and lit long strip of newspaper which they pushed under the door. Poor Harry had a rather disturbed night and when he got up in the morning and found his vespa he was a little upset! However, his sense of humour asserted itself in the end and all was well. It turned out to be his girlfriends birthday and a gift of scent and some flowers put everything right. That night Harry and Monique went out to dinner and when he fame back and went up to his room he opened the door to find it completely empty except for a vase of flowers in the middle of the floor. There was no carpet, no curtains, no bed, no table, chairs, clothes or wardrobe; nothing. The lot had gone! The boys, led by Luigi had ransacked the room and carried all the stuff out. Harry's face was a picture, but he took it very well and everyone piled the stuff back again. Strange though it may seem, I can report that I was in bed and sleep during both of these parties! - p144

Anyway, we sat around for a while and then someone said that it was no good being miserable about it. "He's gone and that's it; nothing we can do. Let's go out and have a drink." Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do, but that is what we did - p144

He wanted to know whom I would like to have as team drivers if the project reached that point. I said I would like to have Pete and Phil Hill. I knew Pete would come and drive with me, and I thought Phil might to - p150

All you had to do was leave the pits, walk into the pub and have a pint of draught Guinness, which I absolutely love. I know that one can get it over here, but to me it is not the same thing; it's not got that tang to it. But in Ireland it is wonderful and very cheap and with my Rheims winnings to come I did not exactly stint myself - p151

It was pouring with rain and I had been sheltering in the pub behind the pits, weatherproofing myself with the Guinness - p152

It is just a case of too much Hawthorn chasing too little car - p154

Peter and I talked over our plan for the race. Pete, on his typically generous way, had said that he was going to do everything he could to help me win the championship - p157

On the continent this wishing one good luck is considered unlucky and the way to wish a driver all the best is to murmur a very rude word in French; polite society refers to it as "cinq lettres". There is also an Italain phrase, in bocca al lupo, which means, literally, "in the mouth of the wolf", to which there is a rude answer, the origin of the phrase has never been satisfactory explained, but this too serves to wish a driver well. It may sound silly, but those minutes on the starting gride are twitch making in the extreme and small things can assume an importance quite out of proportion - p158

I remember the last few laps of the race very well because I was very hot and thirsty and every time I went through the Becketts the marshals on that corner, Tony Rolt, Bill Ruck-Keene and David Phillips, were standing there drinking beer from pint mugs and taunting me by swigging the stuff as I went through - it made me even thirstier. On the last lap I signalled to them that I would like a drink myself, so after I got the flag I kept going fairly fast until I reached the Becketts where I stopped and was given a pint of shandy. Then I drove on sipping the shandy. I had my crash hat off and drove in with the drink - it foxed a lot of people. A friend of mine overheard a couple discussing this. One chap said that he wondered how I had got ahold of the beer. His friend, obviously out to impress, said: "Oh, that's just a gimmick, he had it with him all through the race!" It made a sort of triple pint act, because at Goodwood when I raced the Grand Prix car Peter had got hold of a black board on which he had drawn a wonderfully lifelike picture of a pint of beer and he had shown me this on my last few laps; the thought of it helped me on my way. Then during the May Meeting at Silverstone when Pete was well in the lead I got a pint of beer from the beer tent and stood in front of the pits with it holding it out so that he could see what was waiting for him besides the chequered flag - p162/153

This called for drinks and Pete, Louise and I repaired to the beer tent for a few before he and Louise went off to Kidderminster. Unfortunately they took my sports jacket with them in their car and, of course, my money, my keys, my pipe and everything. I hadn't a clue that they had taken it and I thought it had been stolen from my car - p163

Each morning I used to get up at eleven o'clock, put on my dressing gown and go along to Pete and Louise's room to have breakfast with them, and just laze around. One day we spent all day in our various rooms lounging in pyjamas and dressing-gowns, just slipping into overalls for practise and then coming back to our rooms to read and talk. It was a wonderful way to relax - p171

On his way up to Nurburg Pete had brought one of those wooden puzzles to make up a circle. Then you slide them all out and start afresh. Pete had taken the pieces apart and tried to memorise them, but when he tried to put them together again he just couldn't remember how. He spent hours poring over this thing, getting furious with it. On the morning of the race I went along to their room fairly early. Louise was already awake, but Pete was still asleep, snoring his head off. I looked down at him sleeping there and for some reason I felt happy looking at him. He is one that won't die, I thought. Then he woke up and saw me standing there and swore at me for waking him. "Come on," I said, "It's a nice bright morning and time for you to get up." And so, moaning and groaning, he did get up, put on his dressing-gown and got back into bed again. Then we shouted for breakfast, a sort of combined breakfast and lunch, as the race was not due to start until 2.15pm. I remember we had a couple of boiled eggs each and bread and jam and toast and lashing of tea and milk and when we'd drunk the tea we finished off the milk. Then Pete really got down to his puzzle and various people came in and tried to help, Phil Hi and Jo Bonnier amongst them. I had given up; it was far beyond my brain power. I think it must have been about an hour before the race, just before we were due to go down, that he gave a triumphant shout: '"I've done it, I've done it!" Sure enough he had done it, and Louise was terribly intrigued and started peering at it. "Jolly good," she said. "Do you think if I take it to bits I could do it?" Pete nearly hit the roof at this and said: "Don't touch it. I've done it and it can stay like that so I can show everybody." So it was left just as he had solved it, all the pieces in their appointed place. I am glad he did so, glad too that he completed it before he was killed, it had meant so much to him in those last few hours - p171/172

Despite the fact that Peter's win at Silverstone had brought him within striking distance of Stirling, he was still determined that he wanted me to win the Championship - p172

Pete and I did exactly what we had done the previous year. We got side by side and Pete signalled to me that he wanted me to be first and he would take second place - p174

He was driving as well as he had ever driven - p175

He went round the corner perfectly normally but running wide, and the car slid, drifting out. His back wheel hit the bank and the car lifted, running with the rear wheels on the bank which is about twelve inches high. God, I thought, the silly fool, we're both going to be involved in this. I thought he would spin off the bank across the road and I would hit him. I was just thinking up some choice words to say to him when we climbed out of the two bent Ferrari's when, without the slightest warning, fantastically quick, his car just whipped straight over. It gave no indication that it would do this, is just turned over. I could not believe that it had happened, it came as a completely paralysing shock. There was a blur of blue as Pete was thrown out and I put the breaks on hard and almost stopped as I looked round. I saw the car bounce upside down in a great cloud of dust, before it came to rest. What shall I do? Shall I stop or shall I go on? The thought raced through my head. I was desperately worried, it was so obviously a serious accident. I just did not know what to do. I was beset by doubt and anxiety. Shall I go on round and stop at the pits? No, I must not do that because Louise will be there and she'll be dreadfully worried. I'll go on and do another lap and then come in to see if by then they have some news on him. The race was forgotten, I could think of nothing else as I drove on almost automatically. - p176

By the car was Pete's crash helmet and one shoe and glove. His crash hat had been pierced, but had sprung back rather like a piece of cardboard does when you poke your finger through it. I was relived to see that there was no blood on the helmet and felt happier about things - p178

"How is Peter?" We asked, "Peter is dead," they said. I went into the hospital which was full of reporters and doctors, but they let me through when I told them who I was. I went to Louise and Tavoni - he was very calm and looking after her wonderfully well; she was being very brave. There was nothing to say; it would not have done any good if there had been. Pete was gone - p179

Pete was a public figure in death as well as life and the questions, the interviews and the clicking cameras proved a grim trail which broke me up completely. One cannot blame the reporters and the camera men who are only doing their job, but grief is a private thing which can only be borne alone - p179

I have tried very hard in this book - which is dedicated to his memory - to give the reader some idea of my friend, Peter Collins, of his gaiety and generosity, of his great courage and ability. I hope that I have succeeded; it was the hope of being able to contribute something to his memory that decided me to write this book. It tells of the year in which I became the first Englishman to gain the title of World Champion Racing Driver - with the help of mon ami, mate, Pete - p179/180

It makes clear his fame and achievement in motor racing, though it was not for his fame that I, and others, loved him - p180

An extract of a newspaper: A headmaster writes: May I be allowed to add a few words to your very fine obituary notice of Peter Collins? One of his less widely known interests was that of education, and it was through this that I first met him in 1955, when he became a member of the governing body of my school. He was keenly intrested in ever facet of education and derived much pleasure on his visits to the school from wandering around the classrooms talking to the children and inspecting their books; he interested himself in their sporting activities too, and, needless to say, the children for their part loved to have such a famous young man in their midst and always responded to his innate charm. Peter always had to wade through piles of autographs books each time he came! I always recall one particular incident which took place in my study when Peter talked unceasingly for a couple of hours to a group of grammar school boys who had been invited to meet him; the boys were spellbound and thrilled by all he had to tell them, and I well remember how welcome tea was to Peter on that occasion! Beneath his gay (happy) exterior Peter Collins was a young man of great maturity and unsweriving loyalty. I, personally, respected his judgement and advice; on one occasion in particular his wise counsel saved me from a serious error of policy. This tragic and untimely death of Peter Collins had removed from our midst not only a racing motorists of world renown but also a humble and unassuming young man endowed with wisdom and vision out of all proportion to his physical age - p180/181

Fame, someone once said, is the span of a day, but to live in the hearts of people - that is something. They are words that might as well have been written with Pete in mind - p181

Peter's death was a tragic blow to his wife, his family and his friends and also to motor racing; but he was not compelled to go motor racing, he wanted to, as do all of us who drive racing cars. There is left the sole consolation that Pete - and the others - died doing something they wanted to do - p184

Peter's death had affected all the drivers and none of us had much heart for the job ahead. I know that I drove with much more restate than usual, and so too did Stirling. I was upset also to find that my race number was 22. Both Pete and Luigi had been killed on cars with 2 as their number, and the sight of 22 on mine really put the wind up me. I rushed off to Tavoni and asked if I might have 24, which was Taffy's number, and he and Taffy both agreed; only the numbers were changed, not the actual cars. - p185

The crowd were obviously enjoying the Moss-Hawthorn duel, but I cannot say that I was myself - p189

I turned my head round, and to my astonishment it was not Stuart, but Stirling. I pulled a face at him as though to say: "Oh no, not this, the final indignity!" Stirling saw my expression of suprise and woe, and obviously thought: Well I mustn't rub it in - and very sportingly dropped back behind me - p190

In turning round I stalled the engine. I leapt out to push-start it and I had got it to the pavement prior to pushing it off into the road when a spectator rushed up to give me a hand. I lashed out at him furiously, because if he had touched the car I would have been disqualified. It had already happened to Tony Brooks earlier in the race, although I did not know that at the time. I am told I hit the poor chap quite hard; so if he should happen to read this, in the rare event of it being translated into Portuguese, I hope he will accept my apologies - p192

I was ushered into a room in which the officials were seated round a large table. I felt just like a schoolboy up before the Headmaster after being found smoking behind the five courts, or having been caught out of bounds with the Maths master's daughter, which is even more serious but far more fun - p193

Everyone was glad that Portugal was over. All the drivers admitted to having been very nervous; I know that I was and Stirling told me afterwards that he had the feeling that he was going to have an accident; happily he didn't, nor was there any untoward incident in the race - p197

On the aggregate Stirling had won the Kentish Trophy which I presented to him together with a large Laurel wreath and a big kiss on each cheek in the correct Continental manner! The spectators seemed to like that very much, although Stirling said it wasn't so hot - p197/198

Peter's road Ferrari was still at the works in Maranello and on his last visit to England with the car Pete had had fitted a set of Dunlop disc breaks of the type that are used on Jaguar XK 150. Just before his death he had driven the car back to Maranello so that Ferrari technicians could have a look at them. Ferrari said he would transfer these to my racing car, so Pete was still helping me in my efforts to win the Championship - p198

When Louise arrived in Millan she shook me somewhat by saying that someone was coming out from England to try Peter's Gran Turismo coupé with a view to buying it and driving it home. I had to break the news to her that I had the discs taken off the car and put on my racing car - it was slightly staggering news, which she took very well. The prospective buyer also took the news very well and still went down to see the car. In the end he decided against it, but not, I am glad to say, because I had pinched the breaks off of it - p201

I ran in to Stirling who had also just arrived. We chatted for a moment or so and I asked him how he was feeling about the race. "Absolutely terrible," said Stirling. "Thank goodness for that," I said, "it's exactly how I feel too!" - p203

Ronnie Noble of Sportsview had a television team down to cover the race and Stirling, who does a lot of interviews for the programme, interviewed me after the last practise session. We talked about the next say and then to round it off Stirling asked: "What are you going to do tonight?" Ronnie was obviously expecting an answer along the lines of "a quick meal and early to bed to get a good night's rest". Instead of that, I told Stirling what I had thought of doing. "What a jolly good idea," he said, "I think I'd do the same!" This all went down in sound on the film; I believe it caused quite a commotion when the rushes were run through in the projecting theatre at the B.B.C as Ronnie, who had entered into the spirit of thing, sent the film back without warning them. He had his own back on me because they did actually show Stirling having dinner with Katie and his parents, the going to bed at ten o'clock and putting out the lights. But Ronnie caught me later than that having a final drink at the bar of the Palace Hotel in Milan. Stirling's approach to motor racing is no doubt the right one, but mine is much more fun - p204

As we set out Taffy said he was worried because he didn't think he could go round the corners any quicker than he had in practise. I told him not to take them any quicker than he felt he could, that he was no to take any chances at all. "For goodness sake," I said, "don't have an accident." ... as they moved into the corner Taffy's car went straight up the back end of Schell's B.R.M and into the air. It was a horrifying sight. I saw the car, a blur of red, turn over in mid air and plunge behind the barrier on the outside of the corner. Just when the car was about ten feet in the air I saw Taffy come out of the car head first and dissappear into the bushes. There was an enormous cloud of dust as the car landed and then we were past. Tony and I were very near and it shook us both, but there was nothing to do but press on. As it turned out, both drivers were extremely lucky to get away with it. Harry was badly brushed and Taffy broke a leg. - p204/205

At the presentation Fangio make a long speech in Spanish which none of us understood, but there was no doubt that he was most moved by his reception - p209

I did not feel too well and Nevil Lloyd, who was with me, said that he reckoned that I had washed myself in that particular detergent that makes white things even whiter - p210

Everywhere I went people would say: "Oh yes, and when's this deciding race? Next Sunday?" And I would have to say: "No, not next Sunday, it's in four week's time." Then it got down to: "No, it's in three weeks' time." Then two weeks, and I was heartily pleased when I was able to say: "Yes, it is next Sunday, and I'm off tomorrow." - p213

In the citation which accompanied the awards they mentioned "difficulties of such a nature that many less courageous drivers would not have gone through trying as he did", to show that they appreciated the overwhelming loss of Peter. - p214

Lofty England also came with me. He had telephoned me a week or two before to tell me that by some strange coincidence he found it necessary to go out to Casablanca and have a look at the Jaguar sales organisation there and found it a coincided with the Grand Prix. I said it reminds me of that other classic case of coincidece; the football enthusiast whose grandmother used to die regularly every year and was always buried on the day of the Cup Final at Wembley! I was very happy about this because Lofty is one of the greatest team managers in racing and the thought of having him in the pit for this vital race was a most comforting one. Although Tavoni, too, is a very good team manager, it would mean a lot to me to have Lofty standing by - p215

Marie Claire, Oliver Gendebien's wife, who had come over to watch, suggested that I should take the Ferrari mascot out for a lap or two to bring me luck. She had found a chameleon; it was an odd little creature, and had a pair of beady eyes which could look in different directions at once which was a little disconcerting but very useful for watching motor races. It was quite tame and Gendebien had had it in his car with him when he put his fastest lap. I thought it would be better for the chameleon not to come round with me as he might get car sickness and turn a very peculiar colour - p219

As I passed it the Autocar said I gave a great wave; Autosport said I gave myself a boxer's salute. I don't know what I did; all I knew was that I had just become the Champion Driver of the World, the first Englishman to achieve the title - p224

The death of Peter Collins had made up my mind for me - at the end of the season I would retire - p225

I felt completely exhausted and in no particular mood to celebrate my victory. I went back to the hotel, had a bath and shaves and then went on to the prize-giving where I was given a special award - p227

My office was submerged beneath sacks of mail; the telephone rang unceasingly. Invitations poured in with every delivery asking me to speak at this dinner, be the guest of honour at that function, endore products of Messrs. So and so, open fêfes, close bazaars, appear here, there and everywhere, in person or on the television or the radio. About the only thing I was not invited to do was stand as a Liberal candidate in the next election - p228

By far the greatest honour accorded me was an invitation to a private luncheon party at Buckingham Palace on Thursday, November 6th. Her Majesty The Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh had adopted the custom of inviting various people from different walks of life to lunch with them informally - p229

After Pete had gone I had no wish to go on motor racing - p234

Instead of having flags waved a me I hope in the future to be waving them at others - p234

"Why have you retired?" Is so much nicer a question than "Why don't you retire?" - p234

#its so funny yet sad at the same time #the amount he writes about Peter Collins #he truly loved the man #classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #vintage f1 #mike hawthorn #peter collins

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LIKE A SUGARY CONCOCTION SHOVED INTO A LOCKER. 　 ── 　 caution: mentions of death, blood, murder, and suicide further down. 　 In 2007, STRUMRUNNER Media—poorly named SWARM Entertainment at the time—entered the world of music with the debut of their first fictional boy group CANDYHEARTZ. Hitting the stage with the popular, yet highly controversial, single Descent of Warriors, they were met with instant success and skyrocketed in popularity, even gaining the attention of people overseas for the bone-chilling and blunt lyrics. Many praised and criticized the song, saying that it was great to be spreading this message but that they were capitalizing on people’s pain.

This would do little to slow their growth; coming back with the single Last Romeo, the seven took on a completely different tone of voice by proclaiming their love in this dreamy and upbeat song. CandyHeartz would take on the roles of high school crushes and quickly became the standard for boy groups in the nation, considered to be the starting blueprint.

However, the rug would be pulled from beneath them when their fellow group mate and leader, Park Daejung, was found dead in his studio only two years into their career. The remaining members would go on to release one last song under the new leadership of Choi Seomin, before collectively deciding to disband, unable to see a proper way forward without the core member of their group.

Nowadays, the six are seldomly seen hanging out together in public, though they’ve each said they keep close contact with each other. Twice a year they join hands on stage again, once on their debut date and also on Daejung’s birthday, to honour the group and their fallen friend.

─── 　 THE BASICS .

DEBUT DATE: 　 September 13th 2OO7

DISBANDMENT DATE: 　 December 31st 2O1O

YEARS ACTIVE: 　 3 Years & 3 Months ( 2OO7 — 2O1O )

FANDOM NAME: 　 SUGARUSH

OFFICIAL COLOURS: 　 Banana Taffy ( #F9CB40 ) Berry Blast ( #CA2E55 ) Electric Raspberry ( #009FFD )

FANDOM COLOURS: 　 Tart Green Apple ( #71B48D ) Watermelon Crush ( #F9B9B7 )

CONCEPT: 　 High School Cliques and Romance – A theme inspired by western media like Heathers, High School Musical, and Grease where each member represents a different high school stereotype.

─── 　 THE LINEUP .

MOON BYEONGHO 　 aka THE SWEETHEART ── 1985. 　 MAIN VOCALIST. LYRICIST.

Soft and kind are the two words most would use to describe Byeongho. Known for doting on the members the most and being able to portray such heavy emotion when singing, many were happy to see him re-debut as a soloist once the group had officially broken up. He continues to send money to Daejung’s younger siblings to help pay for living expenses and schooling.

IM YEONGSU 　 aka THE HEARTBREAKER ── 1986. 　 RAPPER. DANCER. VISUAL.

Known as the heartthrob of CandyHeartz and the most popular member, Yeongsu was hit the hardest with the news of Daejung’s passing; the two had been friends since diapers and promised to make it big together in the music world. Although he stayed with the company, Yeongsu practically disappeared from the public eye, keeping to the shadows until his reappearance nearly three years later as a soloist.

PARK DAEJUNG 　 aka THE POPULAR KID ── 1986. 　 LEADER. MAIN RAPPER. PRODUCER. FOTG.

Regarded as the heart and driver of CandyHeartz, many would collectively agree that Daejung was the sole reason for the band's existence. On May 31st 2010, during one of group’s breaks, family and fellow group members contacted the police with worries about the leader, stating that he hadn’t contacted any of them for a few days—behaviour that was highly uncharacteristic of the social butterfly. Police found him only hours later, slumped over in his work chair at the studio, bloody and unconscious. Dead. Originally ruling it as suicide, they only agreed to look into the crime further after heavy pressure from both fans and those closely concerned with the star came rolling in. To everyone, it was obvious that foul play was involved but till this day, Daejung’s case has still yet to be solved and the killer still remains at large.

CHOI SEOMIN 　 aka THE BRAINS ── 1986. 　 MAIN VOCALIST. PRODUCER.

If Daejung was the heart of the group, then Seomin was the mind. Known for his talents in producing and great determination, it was no shock to the public when Seomin was chosen as the new leader, serving as such until the group’s disbandment. Besides the other former members, no one truly knows what he does with his life nowadays. However when the new CEO of the rebranded STRMRUNNER Media was revealed in 2016, many believed it to be him and still do til this day.

OH JEONGHUN 　 aka THE JOCK ── 1988. 　 RAPPER. VOCALIST. PRODUCER.

Easily the most curious member, Jeonghun was the one to make the first call in the brief search for Daejung. He went on to blame himself, thinking that if he had checked in more, the leader’s death could’ve been prevented. Having stayed with SWARM Entertainment after the group’s disbandment, Jeonghun hasn’t shied away from the spotlight, becoming a known producer within their staff under the name JUDAS.

KIM HYEONJUN 　 aka THE LONER ── 1989. 　 MAIN DANCER. VOCALIST. CHOREOEGRAPHER.

Already known for being quiet, Hyeonjun had practically turned into a ghost following Daejung’s death. Many pointed out how he’d withdrawn further into his shell, no longer the witty and blunt young man they were used to. He parted ways from SWARM Entertainment after their disbandment and opened up his own dance studio not too far from Daejung’s hometown, honouring the elder’s wishes to bring arts and music to his rundown neighbourhood.

LEE YUCHAN 　 aka THE NEW KID ── 1990. 　 MAKNAE. DANCER. VOCALIST.

As the last to hear about Daejung, Yuchan regrettably lived in a state of denial in the following weeks after, only coming to his senses when prompted to vote for their new leader. Following the disbandment of the group, Yuchan chose to stay with the company, but went on to pursue a degree in psychology before coming back as a dance instructor. Living a mainly quiet life, he rose to become a prominent advocate for idol mental health awareness over the years.

─── 　 THE DISCOGRAPHY .

DESCENT OF WARRIORS ── 2OO7. DEBUT SINGLE.

LAST ROMEO ── 2OO7. SINGLE.

REPLAY ── 2OO8. EP.

JULIETTE ── 2OO8. EP.

MAN IN LOVE ── 2OO9. EP.

HEART ATTACK ── 2OO9. EP.

SWEET GIRL ── 2O1O. EP.

SPRING SNOW ── 2O1O. SINGLE.

#‚ 　 🌪️ 　𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐌𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 　 candyheartz.#fictional idol community #idol oc #kpop oc #idol au #oc kpop group #fictional idol group #kpop fanfic #fake kpop oc #kpop addition #fake kpop idol #fictional kpop group #fake kpop group #fake kpop bg #fictional idol oc #kpop idol oc #kpop added member

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05/23/2023 is World Turtle Day 🐢🌏, Linnaeus Day 🇸🇪, National Lucky Penny Day 🇺🇲, National Taffy Day 🇺🇲, International Day to End Obstetric Fistula🇺🇳

#world turtle day #linnaeus day #national lucky penny day #national taffy day #international day to end obstetric fistula

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maelstrom-of-emotions · 1 year ago

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Watch as I make this unnecessarily dramatic, this wasn't even supposed to happen, but the idea ran away from me, and so here we are, but don't worry, Louie will get the hugs and cuddles he deserves...eventually. I'd suggest you read Part One and Part Two before this, otherwise, it probably won't make sense. ⁂

The day felt unusually long, a rarity, especially when Scrooge McDuck was in the picture. The only times time ever seemed to stretch were during close brushes with death, pulled out like taffy.

Dewey wasn't a fan of that conclusion.

He couldn't wait for nightfall, couldn't wait to unearth the problem, couldn't wait to annihilate whoever had hurt Louie. He just wanted to set everything right, make it all go back to normal.

Dewey attempted to keep his touches nonchalant. There was no need for Louie to suspect anything amiss, although that would've been fine since Dewey was generally a fan of physical contact. But he'd messed up a bit, nearly knocking Webby down in his haste to sit next to Louie—a less than stellar moment.

On a regular day, Louie might've narrowed his eyes and shot him a suspicious look, but today, just like the past few days, it was as if his brother hadn't even registered what had happened, simply staring blankly at the TV.

The ache in his chest intensified. Louie was supposed to play the nonchalant and careless card, not actually embody it. It took everything in Dewey not to shake the answers out of Louie, everything in him to snap at his older brother. Who cared about plans? Louie was hurt, had been hurt for a while now, and Dewey didn't know where to put the band-aid because he didn't know where the wound was or who had cut it.

Huey seemed to read Dewey's mind because when Dewey got up to grab snacks, Huey followed him, giving him "the look." The one he'd borrowed from Uncle Donald, the one that said, 'I know what you're thinking, and no, you can't do it'—but Dewey had never been great at following scripts, especially in situations like these.

"He's hurting," Dewey declared through gritted teeth. It felt like Huey had momentarily forgotten the gravity of the situation. This wasn't some Mark Beaks internship or a hunt for a far-off treasure. This was their brother, the one they'd sworn to protect. The brother who'd composed a national anthem for him, schemed to get him his favorite set of playing cards, listened when needed, and stood by him as a best friend.

"I know," Huey replied, sounding exasperated, as if he were tired, tired of the world, tired of the situation, tired of Louie. "I know he's hurting—"

"Really?" Dewey retorted, unable to contain the anger coursing through him. His voice took on a mocking, cruel edge. "Do you? Because you sure don't seem to act like it! He's our brother, Huey, not some stupid science project. Do you realize how hard it is to watch him hurting? Do you realize how many times he almost died today?"

"Of course, I do," Huey asserted, his voice growing sharper, harsher, defensive. "It's like you said, I'm the only one keeping a tally of these mishaps. Do you think I haven't noticed? I'm as concerned as you are—"

"Oh, don't give me that," Dewey interrupted, his voice getting louder. He didn't care if anyone heard them. "I'm the one who's trying to help Louie, I'm the one who supports his schemes, I'm the one who believes in him. When have you even noticed? If you're really keeping track of these things, you would have noticed that he was hurt ages ago, but you didn't! Because you don't care!"

"For the love of the stars, what on Earth are you talking about, Dewey? You're not making any sense—" Huey's voice was getting louder too. Fine, if he thought he could outshout Dewey, he had another thing coming. Dewey was known for being loud.

"No, we never make sense to you, do we? It's always you who has the facts straight. We're always the ones who can't see the bigger picture, can't see it through your eyes. You talk about fairness but you never give us a chance, you don't even care! You don't even trust us, do you? Do you?"

"That's not true, Dewey, and you know it—"

"Do I? Frankly, big brother, I'm not even sure what I know anymore. All I know is that you've been putting off Louie when we should be comforting him. Instead, you're making some dumb plan that's probably not even going to work. When have your plans ever worked in a situation like this? And you still continue to—"

"Because it's the only thing I am confident in, okay?" Huey's voice cracked on a sob, and Dewey immediately clacked his beak shut, feeling his own eyes water.

"Huey," he whispered, his hand reaching out to grab his older brother's shoulder, but Huey shook his head and so he let it fall against his side again. He suddenly felt heavy, feeling the weight of exhaustion to his bones.

"I had to watch you walk out on a plane wing, Dewey. You could have died, a-and I couldn't have done anything to stop it. Louie's hurt, and I don't even know the reason. You think I don't care? Of course I do. It's just that I don't seem to be able to do anything to stop you guys. Louie's schemes could get him hurt or worse, your antics could kill you, and you both are the only ones who seem to be able to protect each other. It's like you don't even need me."

"You know that's not true—"

"I'm not even sure what I know anymore," Huey whispered, parroting Dewey's words from earlier. He found that he didn't have anything to say, which Huey took as a sign to keep going. "You may have been safe that time, but who knows what will happen the next time? Louie's already hurt, I just, I don't want to shatter him further—"

"You won't know that by avoiding him," Dewey said softly, but winced it came out a little condescending. He wished Louie was here; he knew how to modulate his voice.

"I know that, Dewey, and let's be honest here, you weren't much better!" Huey shouted suddenly, and Dewey felt the rage rise once more, a seething surge akin to molten lava coursing through his veins.

"When did I ever say that I was? Stop putting words in my mouth—"

"Both of you, stop fighting!" Louie's voice sliced through Dewey's rant, his voice tense. They both turned to gaze at their younger brother, his eyes red-rimmed, holding the unshed tears like a storm on the brink. Oh, right, Louie hated conflict, and suddenly Dewey felt like the worst person on the planet. He was supposed to help Louie, not make it worse, why did he have to open up his big beak?

"Louie," Huey began, his voice a mere whisper, raspy and hoarse. Dewey felt a pang of hurt shoot through him at the sound. He had aimed to aid one brother, and now, both of them were wounded.

"You both were taking too long," Louie said, his voice carrying a weight that made Dewey's heart hurt. He showed no sign of having heard Huey, as though tethered to a world beyond their immediate turmoil. His eyes, glossy and wet, fixated somewhere beyond Dewey's shoulder, avoiding eye contact, as though it might shatter him. "I heard shouting."

"Lou," Dewey murmured softly, a fracture forming within him without clear cause. He wanted Louie to meet his gaze, to return to a semblance of normalcy. He longed for the sanctuary of their houseboat, where fear didn't loom every other moment, where the gravest concern was the capricious weather, where his brothers existed in a cocoon of safety untouched by the traumas that now haunted their nights.

But Louie shook his head, still avoiding eye contact, his weariness mirroring the exhaustion that had settled into Dewey's bones. "I'd suggest you carry the talk over to the bedroom, at least in that case they won't hear the screaming." It might be a joke, but Louie's tone is flat, drained of the energy to maintain pretenses. Something in Dewey's chest just snaps—

"Louie," his voice isn't firm or authoritative, just broken. "Louie, look at me, please."

And Louie does, and he appears so adrift, uncertain how to navigate the conversation. It's a disorienting sight, so unlike the Louie that Dewey knows, and something in his heart shatters further. "Louie," he finds himself saying, unable to think of anything else. "Louie, you're not okay."

Louie remains silent, his gaze a haunting reflection of weariness and loss, reminiscent of a stray kitten that has wandered through the shadows of life, its eyes carrying a wariness born from unspoken hurt. The weight of exhaustion clings to him like a shadow, leaving him adrift in a sea of emotions too deep for Dewey to swim in.

"Louie," Huey speaks up, a gentle disturbance that draws Louie's gaze to him. Huey sends Dewey a hopeful look, and Dewey, understanding the unspoken plea, nods. "We need to talk."

"We should," Louie agrees, surprising Dewey. "But not now."

"What the hell?" The words spill forth before he can restrain them. "Louie—"

"We'll talk after dinner," Louie says, his voice meek, a delicate whisper that leaves Dewey unable to muster further protest.

"Okay," he says simply, the word hanging in the air like a fragile thread, because it's all that he can do. "Okay."

Huey nods, trails of dry tears staining his cheeks, reminiscent of the winding paths traversed by lost travelers through desolate landscapes. Like the path Dewey can't seem to make head or tail of, where everything seems to be leading to a dead end.

Louie doesn't say anything further; he merely retrieves a bag of chips and a can of Pep! before heading towards the door. But before he can open it, he turns to them, his gaze intense and calculating in a way Dewey hasn't witnessed in days. "I think you both need to talk more than me, though. What you guys have is more important."

Before either of them can question what the hell Louie meant by that, the duckling swiftly exits, just as quickly as he had arrived, leaving behind a silence that hangs in the air like the echoes of unsung melodies.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #angst #huey dewey and louie #dewey needs a hug #louie needs a hug #huey needs a hug #brothers #siblings #dramatic #to be continued #part 3

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 5 months ago

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Esen Voicelines

Self Introduction

"The name's Esen, getting through security firewalls is the aim of my game. Oh, right, hello."

Chat: I

"Did you do your hand stretches? Whether you're working a weapon or a keyboard you gotta make sure you stretch! Don't wanna get stiff."

Chat: II

"Can you believe I wanted to be a doctor when I was younger?! Ha those were the days. I'm much more comfortable with computers than people. I understand circuits, not veins."

Thoughts: I

"Each nation is known for separate regional specialties. Amongst these of course include the drink. Now I'm not telling you to down booze any time soon, but take the time to savour the flavours that go into the regional drinks if you can find the time."

Thoughts: II

"I started wearing my blake bloom in my hair because I kept losing the silly thing. But I have so much hair, it gets lost in there too.. Oh well, not like I go out enough to get recognized!"

Thoughts: III

"My official title? Oh how you mean Aalto and Encore are 'consultants'? I like "professional hacker" personally. But no, I'm also technically a consultant.. We aren't very original."

Thoughts: IV

"Isn't it fascinating? The Butterfly Effect, I mean. How one small thing.. Can change everything. What if we had never met? Would you have found a similar tool to be used in your arsenal? Or would you be lacking?"

Thoughts: V

"My parents? Ah they're not in the picture. Most of my time growing up was spent in a lab. It's where my appreciation of medicine comes from at least."

Esen's Hobbies

"My hobbies involve hacking foreign government infrastructure and making fancy cocktails!"

Esen's Troubles

"Oh the headaches! Gotta keep a good balance between a screen and real life or else you'll really suffer for it."

Esen's Ideals

"My ideals? Same as those of the Black Shores. I wish for nothing but a brighter future. No more Laments. No more of this.. darkness."

Favourite Food

"Back home there's this sweet cherry flavoured taffy.. It gets stuck in my fangs but I love it."

Least Favourite Food

"Who actually likes military rations besides that puppy guy? Ugh.. So gross.."

About Scar

"I was once propositioned by the Fractsidus to join their side. Scar was the one who offered me the deal. I.. Couldn't take it. Even everything I've been through.. I don't want to see this world burn."

About Calcharo

"Cal? He's a good guy, really. I've done some work for him and the Ghost Hounds in the past. Don't get me wrong, he's got a hard edge to him. But if you ever need help, he won't hesitate. Uh.. If he does though just give him my name."

About Encore

"Encore is more than she seems. But I'm glad she takes the time to be a child too. Every child deserves that kindness. She even asks me to read to her sometimes when she's 'mad' at Aalto."

About Chixia

"Ah she's a real sweetheart. When she found out I spend most of my time in the lab she started coming around to drag me out places. I didn't know the city had so many cool shops!"

About Aalto

"He refuses to admit it but we work good together! His Aero deepen and my summons, we're a powerful duo! But for all the knowledge Aalto possesses, he is blind to what is in front of him."

Birthday Wishes

"Tada! I made you a cake! Happy birthday, Rover! May you find the memories you seek. And may I be able to continue to consult you along your journey."

Ascension: I

"The winds change course, you and me, my friend, you and me."

Ascension: II

"Your capability for trust warms my heart, Rover. Do be careful, though. Not all are looking out for your best interests."

Ascension: III

"From lab rat to warrior. I can feel my strength growing! Nothing will slow me down now, I'm sure of it."

Ascension: IV

"You have so many behind you and you choose to stand behind me. I will take this trust to heart. I will make you proud."

Ascension: V

"This life has been reinvigorated."

Resonance Skill

"Windcracker!"

"Riposte."

"Onwards!"

Resonance Liberation

"A winter's cold breeze!"

"I'm signing in."

"Locked on. Target acquired."

Hit

"Red."

"Green."

"Yellow."

Injured

"Minor setback!"

"Ah.. Ow.. I've taken worse.."

"This is nothing."

Fallen

“Aalto was right.. I’m.. not.. Fit for battle..”

"I thought.. I was strong enough."

"I'm sorry..."

Echo Summon

"I choose you!"

Echo Transform

"One with each other."

Intro & Outro Skills

"A fox's sight!"

"Nothing gets past me!"

Glider

"Woo! I hate heights!"

Grapple

"Allons y!"

Sensor

"Fox eyes are on it!"

Supply Chest

"Ooh free loot- I mean.. It's yours!"

"Who is leaving all these chests?"

"Can I borrow these credits? I'll pay ya back!"

#☾*✲⋆. fates' will #⋆｡°✩ Esen

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brookston · 6 months ago

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Holidays 5.23

Holidays

Angelica Day (French Republic)

Aretha Franklin Appreciation Day (Michigan)

Aromanian National Day (Balkans; a.k.a. Aromanians, Vlachs, or Macedo-Romanians)

Asian Corpsetwt Day [Every 23rd]

Best Friend-in-Law Day

Bifocals Day

Bluebell Day

Caracal Day

Climb A Tree Day

Day of the Ministry of Environment and Natural Resources (Azerbaijan)

Day of Ukrainian Marines (Ukraine)

Divorce Day (UK)

Empire Air Day (UK)

Empire Day (Bermuda)

EMS Save-a-Life Day Day

Festival of Saint Sarah the Egyptian (Sara Kali the Black Queen; a.k.a. Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer, France) begins [until 25th]

Go For A Walk In Your Swim Fins Day

Go Nissan Day

Harvesting Healing Day

Heroes’ Day (Ukraine)

International Day of Women’s Football

International Day to End Obstetric Fistula (UN)

International GM1 Gangliosidosis Awareness Day

International Synthesizer Day

Isis Asteroid Day

Kids Ocean Day (California)

Kiss Day (Japan)

Komagata Maru Remembrance Day (Canada)

Labour Day (Jamaica)

Linnaeus Day (Sweden)

Lucky Penny Day

Mass Graves Day (Iraq)

Mayoring Day (Rye, Sussex, UK)

Melissa McBride Day

Mesmerism Day

Moog Day

National Apology Day

National Best Friend-in-Law Day

National Braid Day

National Canine Cancer Awareness Day

National Day (Morocco)

National Ethan Day

National Fill Your Thermos Brand Bottle Day

National Girls Learn Coding Day

National Goat Day

National Infantry Day (Ukraine)

National Medical Coder Day

National MILF Day

National Reed Day

National Stop the Bleed Day

National Tea Cosy Day

143 Day (Mr. Rogers)

PitDark Pitch Day

Stormy Daniels Day

Students’ Day (Mexico)

World Crohn's and Colitis Day

World Day Against Melanoma

World Turtle Day

World Wrestling Day

Youth Day (Tajikistan)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Dunkin Iced Coffee Day

National Asparagus Day

National Drinking with Chickens Day

National Pork Roll Day

National Taffy Day

Independence & Related Days

Ausveria (Declared; 2019) [unrecognized]

Bonumland (Declared; 2015) [unrecognized]

Constitution Day (Germany)

Plan for Palestine Independence by 1949 (Approved by UK Parliament; 1939)

Reberia (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

South Carolina Statehood Day (#8; 1788)

4th Thursday in May

Eat More Fruits and Vegetables Day [Thursday of Memorial Day Weekend]

Red Nose Day (US) [Last Thursday]

Throwback Thursday [Every Thursday]

World Chardonnay Day [Thursday before Memorial Day]

Weekly Holidays beginning May 23 (3rd Full Week)

National Safe Sun Week (thru 5.29)

Festivals Beginning May 23, 2024

Asian Festival of Children’s Content (Singapore) [thru 5.26]

Book World Prague (Prague, Czech Republic) [thru 5.26]

Hay Festival of Literature and Arts (Hay-on-Wye, United Kingdom) [thru 6.2]

Hot Luck (Auto, Texas) [thru 5.26]

Kerrville Folk Festival (Kerrville, Texas) [thru 6.9]

Kodiak Crab Festival (Kodiak, Alaska) [thru 5.27]

Main Street Port Clinton Walleye Festival (Port Clinton, Ohio) [thru 5.27]

Patriotic Festival (Norfolk, Virginia) [thru 5.26]

Ware Shoals Catfish Feastival (Ware Shoals, South Carolina) [thru 5.25]

Feast Days

Aaron the Illustrious (Syriac Orthodox Church)

Amaldus Nielsen (Artology)

Anathansius (Positivist; Saint)

Appreciate Reptiles Day (Pastafarian)

Bertholet Flemalle (Artology)

Bluebell Day (Shamanism)

Bufi the Toad (Muppetism)

Carl Bloch (Artology)

Carista (Day of Peace in the Family; Pagan)

Declaration of the Bab (Baba'i)

Desiderius, Bishop of Langres (Christian; Saint)

Desiderius of Vienne (Christian; Saint)

Euphrosyne of Polotsk (Christian; Saint)

Franz Kline (Artology)

Giovanni Battista de' Rossi (Christian; Saint)

Guibert of Gemblours (Christian; Saint)

Harold Hitchcock (Artology)

Ivo of Chartres (Christian; Saint)

John Baptist Rossi (Christian; Saint)

József Rippl-Rónai (Artology)

Julia of Corsica (Christian; Saint)

Leontius of Rostov (Christian; Marty)

Margaret Fuller (Writerism)

Mitch Albom (Writerism)

Nicolaus Copernicus and Johannes Kepler (Episcopal Church (USA))

Peter Matthiessen (Writerism)

Quintian, Lucius and Julian (Christian; Saints)

Rosalia (Ancient Rome)

Simon the Zealot (Abkhazia)

Slim Pickens Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Tubilustrium (Ceremony to Purify the Ceremonial Trumpets; Ancient Rome) [also 3.23]

Turtle Day (Pastafarian)

Vulcan's Day (Ancient Rome)

William of Perth (Christian; Saint)

William of Rochester (Christian; Saint)

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Full Moon [5th of the Year] (a.k.a. ...

Bright Moon (Celtic)

Buddha Day (Buddhism)

Budding Moon (Traditional)

Corn Planting Moon (Alternate)

Dragon Moon (China)

Egg Laying Moon (Traditional)

Fell Moon (South Africa)

Flower Moon (Amer. Indian, North America, Traditional)

Grass Moon (Neo-Pagan)

Hare Moon (England, Wicca)

Leaf Budding Moon (Traditional)

Milk Moon (Colonial)

Panther Moon (Choctaw)

Planting (Cherokee, Traditional)

Southern Hemisphere: Beaver, Frost, Hunter’s

Buddha Day [Around 5th Full Moon of the Year] (a.k.a. ...

Buddha Jayanti (Nepal)

Buddha Purnima (Parts of India)

Buddha Purnuma (Bangladesh)

Hari Raya Waisaki (Indonesia)

Lord Buddha’s Parinirvana (Bhutan)

Saga Dawa (Sikkim, India)

Shyadar Pidar (Parts of India)

Vesak Day (Singapore, Sri Lanka)

Visakha Bucha Day (Thailand)

Visakh Bochea (Cambodia)

Wesak (Malaysia)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Addicted to Love (Film; 1997)

The Asphalt Jungle (Film; 1950)

Blended (Film; 2014)

Born This Way, by Lady Gaga (Album; 2011)

Brassed Off (Film; 1996)

Bruce Almighty (Film; 2003)

Catching Fire, by Suzanne Collins (Novel; 2012)

Cat Nipped (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1932)

The China Plate (Silly Symphonies Cartoon; 1931)

David and Goliath, by Malcolm Gladwell (Book; 2014)

Doctor Faustus, by Thomas Mann (Novel; 1947)

Dragonquest, by Anne McCaffrey (Novel; 1971) [Dragonriders of Pern #2]

The Dwarf, by Pär Lagerkvist (Novel; 1944)

The Fabulous Riverboat, by Philip José Farmer (Novel; 1971) [Riverworld #2]

Fidelio (Final Version), by Ludwig Van Beethoven (Opera; 1814)

Fish Tales (WB LT Cartoon; 1936)

Follow That Dream (Film; 1964)

Gigantic: A Tale of Two Johns (Music Documentary Film; 2003)

The Gong Show Movie (Film; 1980)

I’ll Be There For You, by The Rembrandt’s (Song/Friends Theme Song; 1995)

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (Film; 1984)

Injun Trouble (Mighty Mouse Cartoon; 1951)

Island of the Blue Dolphins, by Scott O'Dell (Novel; 1960)

The Kids Are Alright (Documentary Film; 1979)

Law and Audrey (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1952)

Lights Fantastic (WB MM Cartoon; 1942)

The Lost World: Jurassic Park (Film; 1997)

The Marshall Mathers LP, by Eminem (Album; 2000)

Much Ado About Nutting (WB MM Cartoon; 1953)

A Mutt in a Rut (WB LT Cartoon; 1959)

Nutty News (WB LT Cartoon; 1942)

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid (Film; 1973)

Patience, by Gilbert & Sullivan (Operetta; 1881)

Persepolis (Animated Film; 2007)

The Shining (Film; 1980)

Silly Scandals (Betty Boop Cartoon; 1931)

Taking the Long Way, by the Dixie Chicks (Album; 2006)

The Thin Man (Film; 1934)

Tommy, by The Who (Album; 1969)

X-Men: Days of Future Past (Film; 2014)

Today’s Name Days

Alma, Desiree, Renate (Austria)

Deziderije, Nada, Vilim, Želimir, Željko (Croatia)

Vladimír (Czech Republic)

Desiderus (Denmark)

Lii, Liidi, Liidia, Ly, Lydia (Estonia)

Lyydia, Lyyli (Finland)

Didier (France)

Alma, Désirée, Renate (Germany)

Dezső (Hungary)

Desiderio (Italy)

Leontīne, Ligija, Lonija (Latvia)

Gertautas, Ivona, Tautvydė (Lithuania)

Oddlaug, Oddleif (Norway)

Budziwoj, Dezyderiusz, Dezydery, Emilia, Iwona, Jan, Leontyna, Michał, Symeon (Poland)

Mihail (România)

Želmíra (Slovakia)

Desiderio (Spain)

Desideria, Desirée (Sweden)

Allard, Desirae, Desire, Desiree (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 144 of 2024; 222 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 21 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Huath (Hawthorn) [Day 12 of 28]

Chinese: Month 4 (Ji-Si), Day 15 (Ding-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 15 Iyar 5784

Islamic: 15 Dhu al-Qada 1445

J Cal: 24 Magenta; Threesday [24 of 30]

Julian: 10 May 2024

Moon: 100%: Full Moon

Positivist: 3 St. Paul (6th Month) [Anathansius]

Runic Half Month: Ing (Expansive Energy) [Day 14 of 15]

Season: Spring (Day 66 of 92)

Week: 3rd Full Week of May

Zodiac: Gemini (Day 3 of 31)

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