#orator

[iingezo]

Elodie for @graciedart !

[illustratus]

Landscape with Temple Ruin and People Listening to an Orator

by Hubert Robert

[mercuriicultores]

~100-150, (Auctor incertus), Λόγιος Ερμής (Hermes Logios)

Fontes: Marie-Lan Nguyen & Jastrow

[graciedart]

starting 2024 the same way i spent 2023: asking you to look at my ocs

[dragonkid11]

Siren's Song, A Mountain Remorse, a Lancer first-party supplement, is out! So let's about the talents within it!

[wisdomfish]

Jesus was the greatest communicator who ever opened His mouth, possessing impeccable and consummate understanding of truth, pure and holy passion for that truth, flawless reasoning, accurate interpretation, and unmatched dexterity with the language.

John MacArthur, Hard to Believe, p. 58

[alchemisoul]

Christopher Hitchens and his wife Carol Blue at a Washington Correspondents Dinner in 1995 (Photo by Dafydd Jones)

"I miss his perfect voice. I heard it day and night, night and day. I miss the first happy trills when he woke; the low octaves of “his morning voice” as he read me snippets from the newspaper that outraged or amused him; the delighted and irritated (mostly irritated) registers as I interrupted him while he read; the jazz-tone riffs of him “talking down the line” to a radio station from the kitchen phone as he cooked lunch; his chirping, high-note greeting when our daughter came home from school; and his last soothing, pianissimo chatterings on retiring late at night.

I miss, as his readers must, his writer’s voice, his voice on the page. I miss the unpublished Hitch: the countless notes he left for me in the entryway, on my pillow, the emails he would send while we sat in different rooms in our apartment or in our place in California and the emails he sent when he was on the road. And I miss his handwritten communiqués: his innumerable letters and postcards (we date back to the time of the epistle) and his faxes, the thrill of receiving Christopher’s instant dispatches as he checked-in from a dicey spot on some other continent.

The first time Christopher went public and wrote about his illness for Vanity Fair, he was ambivalent about it. He was intent on protecting our family’s privacy. He was living the topic and he didn’t want it to become all-encompassing, he didn’t want to be defined by it. He wanted to think and write in a sphere apart from sickness. He had made a pact with his editor and chum, Graydon Carter, that he would write about anything except sports, and he kept that promise. He had often put himself in the frame, but now he was the ultimate subject of the story.

His last, unfinished, fragmentary jottings may seem to trail off, but in fact they were written on his computer in bursts of energy and enthusiasm as he sat in the hospital using his food tray for a desk.

When he was admitted to the hospital for the last time, we thought it would be for a brief stay. He thought – we all thought – he’d have the chance to write the longer book that was forming in his mind. His intellectual curiosity was sparked by genomics and the cutting-edge proton radiation treatments he underwent, and he was encouraged by the prospect that his case could contribute to future medical breakthroughs. He told an editor friend waiting for an article, “Sorry for the delay, I’ll be back home soon.” He told me he couldn’t wait to catch up on all the movies he had missed and to see the King Tut exhibition in Houston, our temporary residence.

The end was unexpected.

At home in Washington, I pull books off the shelves, out of the book towers on the floor, off the stacks of volumes on tables. Inside the back covers are notes written in his hand that he took for reviews and for himself. Piles of his papers and notes lie on surfaces all around the apartment, some of which were taken from his suitcase that I brought back from Houston. At any time I can peruse our library or his notes and rediscover and recover him.

When I do, I hear him, and he has the last word. Time after time, Christopher has the last word."

- From an edited version of Carol Blue’s afterword to Mortality by her husband Christopher Hitchens

[misterth3m]

Main antagonists of Three Wise Warriors: The Shogun and the Corpses.

Second image is the concept art of the Corpses.

[tmarshconnors]

Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill was a British statesman, soldier, and writer who served as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom twice, from 1940 to 1945 during the Second World War, and again from 1951 to 1955.

[rperboni]

PATHFINDERS - The Halfling Bard

As I've said many times before, in this same series of drawings, bards are much more than the musicians in an eternal state of lasciviousness and wanting to get laid with everyone, something that they tend to be seen especially by older RPG players. The historical inspiration of the bards includes true human archives, responsible for preserving knowledge, whether of the places where they live or of a specific noble family to which they are linked - William Shakespeare is often called "the English bard" precisely because of this. Furthermore, they do not always need to be linked to musical performances, they can be dancers, actors and, in this case, orators.

I built the idea of this character a little together with my cousin when I made him a Halfling Bard, with a special focus on the oratory aspect and also on the social history of Halflings - in the original idea it was with D&D 3.5e in mind, not Pathfinder 2e, but which ended up fitting here too -, generally shown as a people without a land to call theirs, seen as inferior beings by other societies. Perhaps with this specific bard, using the magical item of a phoenix feather used as a "pen", he will do just that, uniting his people in squares in large urban centers under the banner of an ideology that will free them from oppression - something that is much more obvious in the original drawing, but I hid it here just for better aesthetics.

[higherentity]

[incorrectgayme]

Einoch: If a pretty girl disagrees with me I will immediately change my views. I have no principles.

Lux: Well maybe you should have some principles.

Einoch: You’re right, maybe I should.

[monkeyssalad-blog]

SZYK, Arthur. Freedom of Speech by Halloween HJB Via Flickr: Original watercolor for Fundraising poster stamps illustrating Roosevelt’s Four Freedoms for the Emergency Committee to Save the Jewish People of Europe

[graciedart]

be grateful 🦋

[manoasha]

Winston Churchill: A Titan of Leadership 🎩🌟

Early Life and Background: Winston Churchill, born on November 30, 1874, in Oxfordshire, England, hailed from a prestigious family. His father, Lord Randolph Churchill, was a prominent politician, setting the stage for young Winston’s entry into the world of politics. Significant Achievements: Churchill’s political career is studded with remarkable achievements. Perhaps most notably, he served…

[art-noise-fine-sounds-blog-blog]

LEGO Classic Space: the rebel bat-bot orator and demagog for robot emancipation speaks to a bunch of Robotic and Mechanoid followers at an impromptu street meeting (toy hobby Robot AFOL MOC figure hobby photography) by Danny Hennesy Via Flickr: - Bat-Bot touch my clam-hand, I want to be touched by thy holy touch! - Please don´t crawl for me dear follower, I am here to free you from slavery not just make my self your new master! - Oh I can´t believe it, my daughter I am building must see this, can we take a selfie together? - Why are you treating me like a celebrity, I am just one of you, one who has devoted my life to free you from slavery... - Oh, Mighty Bat-bot, can you take of your mask an reveal you identity? I will protect you from nasty Fleshies... - My identity must remain secret, for the best of our case and our struggle... - Oh Bat-b can you give me any tips about how I should live my life? - I would suggest that you should buy your self your freedom and join our cause to bring freedom to non-fleshies serving Fleshies!!