#wow there's 50 of you

[flameunquenched]

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[qualityrain]

hmmmmmmmm something doesn’t look right

@aphantomdweeb I’m sorry ur not exempt from my twewy propaganda in my defence there’s actual shuake here

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost after meeting Soap.

Price : Have you slept?

Ghost : Depends what day it is

Price : Go to bed.

[quakebeats]

hey all! long time no follow forever. this has been in my drafts and i was waiting until today to post it. looking back, it has been three years since i made one of these so it's long overdue. i felt that before i end this crazy and chaotic 2024 that i finish it out right by showing some love to the people i'm currently following on my dashboard who make it enjoyable to be on this site still. i made this account in 2017. and a lot has changed since then. i usually run my blog on a queue. but i do what i can to visit every day and reblog and post things that interest me. this place will always keep my inspired. so thanks to everyone on this list who allowed me to do that! hope you all have the best 2025!

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[bigcats-birds-and-books]

my OTHER toxic knitting trait is ignoring gauge entirely for plushies and being pleasantly surprised by the creacher's final size when it's done

[mxmc13]

I’m hyperfixating on my tacopad shipkid

AURGH... The urge to yap. Ebook my beloved. Like, I might make her an a ask blog just for her so I can develop her lore AND get to yap about her. She lives in an alternate universe to the main one due to lore reasons. Gosh I want to yap but I can't because even with my brother, he doesn't want me to repeat the information I already told him but in different words because he thinks he'll start to get bored. Fair but :(. I need to repeat things 400 times when I really like them, but none of my real life friends that i regularly talk to watch object shows because they don't care enough. So yknow !! I love her. I've drawn her like 57 times since monday please help.

[cent-scratchnsniff]

Day 50

[kadextra]

idk how many people saw late into the bbh stream tonight, but to summarize, the tubhole snow prank is completely cleaned up :3

q!bad was using a new machine to do it with richarlyson (almost crashed the server four times) and to clear the whole thing it would take ~3 hours. however the admins’ dog destruction inside added a lot more time, though he was still committed to doing it overnight

then richas decided he wanted to play pretend and pulled bad away. when they came back an hour later the snow disappeared, tubhole is clean! the admins had pity for bad’s lack of sleep, and it was partially their own shenanigans to clean up anyways (I think canonically the dapper co. employed ghosties with shovels helped lmao)

bad & richas took credit for all the work, gaslighting themselves, and then repaired q!tubbo’s bridge good as new! left some gifts and a letter :D

[wexhappyxfew]

Silver Bullets Masterlist

a Masters of the Air One-Shot Collection, in *Chronological* Order!

hello everyone! i have just taken the time to organize the Silver Bullets writing one-shot pieces in chronological order for your enjoyment! in total (at the time of upload) there are 50 (FIFTY?!?!) pieces here! i have the main storyline drawn out, but i also have a section at the bottom with *possible* canon-compliant pieces that can be read with or without the entirety of the store, simply because they don't fit the way i intended, or don't follow the storyline that developed as i wrote! :) SO - please enjoy if you wish to read from beginning to current storyline for the SB crew! there is still more writing to come, where the pieces will be updated both here and at the original writing masterlist! please enjoy! thank you for enjoying this lovely crew! <3

Silver Bullets Masterlist (In Order) (in progress)

Greenland

Carrie Achterberg ponders her dislike for Greenland, alongside James Douglass, in the pre-Annie Bradshaw era of Silver Bullets.

We All Lost Birdie

Marianne Salinger and Francis Montez discuss the recent loss of the Silver Bullets' crew. And what the future might hold. At 0400.

When All Else Fails

The 9-remaining members of Silver Bullets discuss their newest pilot, ponder their last replacement who went down the drain and the future of their B-17 bomber.

Sweet-Talking Silver Bullets

Annie Bradshaw heads to the flying club after an introduction to Thorpe Abbotts and an invitation from John Brady - and gets to meet Margie Harlowe, flight engineer on Silver Bullets, as well as some commentary from John Egan.

Porcelain, Silk, and Starch

Annie Bradshaw and Francis Montez enjoy the sights of B-17, Silver Bullets. Annie also runs into John Brady and experienced a rather embarrassing mishap on her part.

Ease the Pain

Vivian Ratcliff remains emotionally distraught over not hearing from long-time boyfriend, James Pennington, and Everett Blakey tries to help with that.

Folklore or Whatnot

Annie Bradshaw continues to prove her role in these shoes she must fill after Birdie Faulkner. She proves herself in more ways than one.

Quiet Reprieve

A mission gone haywire leaves the crews at Thorpe Abbotts in a mental recovery - John Brady attempts to get Annie Bradshaw out of her head. Ken Lemmons offers a few jokesin return.

One After The Next

Vivian Ratcliff and the Silver Bullets crew reflect on the recent Norway mission. Vivian and Ev Blakely have a talk.

My Bessie Marie

Bessie Carlisle lives by fact and truth. Her world turns upside when that’s all off the table and her boyfriend, Thomas McKenzie joins the Marines.

Package Deal

Bombardier, Carrie Achterberg, falls sick and misses a mission - navigator, Bessie Carlisle, visits her for some well wishes - James Douglass pays the duo a visit.

You Pinky Promise?

James Douglass visits a sick Carrie Achterberg. Conversation ensues about Dougie's time in the skies under Lieutenant Annie Bradshaw's wing.

Far Less Losses

Kennedy Farley, Judy Rybinski and Paulina Stagliano want to enjoy a night away from base. Bucky Egan joins in on the ‘fun’.

Crash Landings and All

Annie Bradshaw and John Brady share some coffee in the early morning and discuss their rather embarrassing mishaps of first-time-flying.

No Hard Feelings

Carrie Achterberg just wants to enjoy breakfast. James Douglass comes asking for a favor. Greenland mention!

Lips Itching To Grin

Kennedy Farley and Bucky Egan talk baseball, big bands and their mothers. Bucky also thinks Kennedy would make a great cleanup hitter in the lineup.

Guide and Guard

The crew of Silver Bullets dutifully awaits the signal for wheels up. John Brady makes a visit.

The Waiting Game

Annie Bradshaw's fine (she's not). John Brady wants to help (she tells him no, he still helps).

Home is an Anchor

Annie Bradshaw reminisces on her miserable youth as John Brady attempts to comfort her. Annie recognizes what it means for someone to be an anchor, as well as a place.

Bergie Doesn’t Strike Out

Carrie Achterberg and James Douglass both feel they have ‘struck out’ in their own ways. Lingering eyes follow.

Stray Bullets

Kennedy Farley and Bucky Egan share a few words with each other after a terrible mission and an even worse-off interrogation.

It's In The Jar

Carrie Achterberg is hiding out in Silver Bullets, trying to get through grief, pain and sadness. James Douglass is also seeking her out - to help.

It Was a Wonder

Margie Harlowe wakes up from a coma in the Med Bay and one of her first visitors is none other than Benny DeMarco himself.

Didn't Think You'd Notice

Carrie Achterberg and James Douglass share a dance. And a whole lot more than just that.

Flak-Happy

Kennedy Farley just wants a night to actually relax, have a beer and be with the women of Silver Bullets - with some sparing interactions with other men of the 100th. Then, with a chance interaction with John Egan, she finds herself with rather precarious feelings that she did not warrant feeling in the slightest.

Stay The Night

Carrie Achterbeg reflects on decisions made after the news that Just-A-Snappin' is MIA. James Douglass has something to say about that.

Lie Down Next to Me

Annie Bradshaw's is sure of a lot of things - but sharing a bed with Captain John Brady when things start getting tough is not one of them.

Next Time I Wake

Judy Rybinski suffered a serious injury after a rough mission, and is joined by Rosie Rosenthal at her side when she wakes.

You, Me, and the Stars

Judy Rybinski and Bessie Carlisle discuss life and love. Judy shares a conversation with Rosie Rosenthal and makes a few bolder moves than she would have thought.

Through the War

Judy Rybinski enjoys the sunshine of the flak house, but couldn’t help but have a conversation with Rosie Rosenthal about the truth of this war.

The World Went Quiet

Judy Rybinski has just learned that Lieutenant Bradshaw, Carlisle, Farley, and Harlowe have gone done and are officially MIA. Rosie Rosenthal draws on comfort and home when he finds her in the B-17.

Very Thought of You

Judy Rybinski's in her head. Rosie Rosenthal can see that. He offers her a dance. She finally feels at home.

You Worrying About Me?

Kennedy Farley and Bucky Egan share a few tender moments in her first week after her arrival at the Stalag.

Gone to the Earth

The Annie Bradshaw and John Brady reunion piece.

I Found You Again

Annie Bradshaw and John Brady share a moment in a bunk, with quiet contention and silent confessions.

Looking Out For Me

Judy Rybinski grieves what is lost and Rosie Rosenthal tries to offer an olive branch of connection. They share an orange and an understanding.

Let It Linger

Judy Rybinski gets promoted and thinks Rosie Rosenthal has a little something to do with it.

You In My A-2

Annie Bradshaw and John Brady share another night in the bunk. A few honest statements seem to slip. A sort of Pt 2 to this piece.

Run Along Lover Boy

Kennedy Farley and Bucky Egan share a conversation that might just change both their minds about their futures.

And Then I Breathed

Kennedy Farley can't stop her thoughts from ruminating on her final moments before jumping out of the plane that final time. Bucky Egan tries to mend that in any way he can.

A Little Imagination

Kennedy Farley and Bucky Egan find themselves in a rather precarious situation.

Cold Hands

Annie Bradshaw revels in her reckless youth alongside a battered and bruised John Brady who is in need of nothing more than someone willing to listen to his ramblings.

Know It’s You

Judy Rybinski and Rosie Rosenthal share a moment together on a summer night.

Heard You The First Time

Buck Cleven isn't one to step out of line; except when Margie Harlowe shows up at the Stalag, sending the entirety of the crew out of orbit.

Always, Always, Always

Margie Harlowe is the last of the Silver Bullets girls to get to the Stalag. And she's been through hell and back. Benny DeMarco is there to bring her a bit of comfort. Always.

Whispering Prayers Into Her Hair

Annie Bradshaw and John Brady hold a heartfelt discussion about the future, all while contemplating what is going on in this very moment.

You Found Me

Bucky Egan’s POV of Kennedy Farley as he wrangles in his feelings in the dark corners of the Stalag.

She'd Fight a War Herself

Kennedy Farley finds John Egan reeling in the quiet library of the bunkhouse - and she's determined to figure out what's going on in his head.

In This Light

Annie Bradshaw and John Brady share a quiet moment in this bit of moonlight.

Canon-Compliant Pieces for Silver Bullets (in progress)

Meeting Annie Bradshaw

Annie Bradshaw meets John Egan and John Brady for her first introductions to base. Story is later reworked into Silver Bullets writings and a larger crew.

Introductions and Pleasantries

Bessie Carlisle and turret ball gunner, Judy Rybinski, discuss the future and meet the newest pilot on base, Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal - Marianne Salinger, tail-gunner, sets her sights on letting her orange cat, Frank, get a feel for the newest addition.

Solemn Reminders

Co-pilot, Francis Montez, has been struggling ever since losing Captain Birdie Faulkner those few weeks ago - Annie Bradshaw attempts to get through those layers and let Francis know she's there to stay.

A Little While Longer

Annie Bradshaw gets herself into a bit of a fight, but John Brady isn't afraid to step up for the people he loves.

[ryllen]

alex who is good at heart & said  “good luck” when he rejected you after  “nah... I'm gonna ask someone else” on flower dance festival

and actually care about having friends,

that he has been acting friendly to u even at 0 hearts, in seek of new friend opportunity.

[lucalicatteart]

A new sculpture! Finally... I feel like I never sculpt anymore since I'm always sick or have some 500 other things going on or projects to finish, but I'm trying to schedule time to do it more often this year hopefully..! Just a generic fantasy creature as usual, but did try making the eyes a little more sparkly this time.. hrmm..

[struggling-jpg]

Yanqing and Feixiao (2.5 Spoilers)

Generally, I have a lot of thoughts about the quest but one thing that stuck with me are the two mentioned in the title.

I loved their interactions! The way she was able to teach him and ease his worries really added to this neat dynamic of theirs. Also the small teasing and the trust they put in each other!

The ongoing thing Yanqing has where he meets mentor figures and he constantly learns from then—it's really awesome to see that keep going! We constantly see him learning and later often referring to those he's learned from, and that's such a awesome thing they've done with him! He constantly quotes Jing Yuan, he constantly refers to his meeting with Jingliu, his fight with Dan Heng and Blade, he learns from the Trailblazer, he takes Jiaoqiu's words to heart and reflects on them, he takes in Yunli's style and quotes her (and vice versa), and now, the same has happened with Feixiao. If you check his voicelines about her, he literally talks about what he's learned from her.

I feel like they share some parallels to an extent. Both are fast-paced and impatient, it's just that Feixiao's had the years to not act so impulsively. She makes for a really notable teacher due to their similarities, and as a result, it made for a fun experience to witness throughout their quest.

Seriously, when she handed him her weapon and left it up to him to enact military protocol she went to consume the crimson moon, I was losing it LOL. I didn't fully expect to get such an interesting dynamic between them, but I'm so happy to receive it!

(TLDR; HSR is the universe where Yanqing has positive female mentor figures (I want to say "jokingly" but...))

[dinosaurwithablog]

With 6 hits, 3 home runs, 10 RBIs, and 2 stolen bases, Shohei Otani is in a league of his own. He created the first 50-50 club and broke team records today. He played exceptionally!! What can't he do? I heard that he might be pitching in the post season. He's amazing!! I love this guy!! 😍 he makes the game of baseball better than it ever was. And he's doing all this while still recovering from Tommy John surgery. How does he do it? He's phenomenally talented. Let's go, Shohei ❤️

[charleslee-valentine]

Freebies

For the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Dosability Pride Month Event: Day 4- Gonna Be a Fun Trip

Word Count: ~2,000

Warnings: Internalized ableism, referenced period typical ableism.

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Lord help him. Pray to anyone above that this damn ramp is gonna hold up.

The Sawyers fixed it up out of scrap for him, three railroad ties as the base, curved steel brackets from a car's frame screwed to two plywood slats to reinforce ‘em and wood glue so thick it might as well be a shell around the structure. And prayers. Lots of prayers

“Try it! T-Try it Franklin!” Nubbins goads from the safety of the porch, waving his arms wildly like the worst impression of a traffic cop Franklin ever seen.

Franklin eyes the contraption they built warily, “I don’ know.. We sure it’s safe?”

“Yeh!!” Nubbins answers without even lookin’ or considerin’ it, just waving around urgently for Franklin to come forward.

See the ramp is new, ‘cause his chair is new too. Finally caved in and replaced that old 1950s piece of junk for somethin’ better. Motorized. A chair that can wheel itself and don’t need him pullin’ muscles in his shoulders or Nubbins trippin’ over bent tire frames to push forward.

That’s why the last straw come, was them both takin’ a tumble ass over end down the back steps and into the yard ‘cause Nubbins’ three sizes too big for him pants got snagged on the tire spokes. Franklin got the chair and Nubbins directly on top of him which busted his wrist up pretty good, needed a home-fixed cast a while to keep from tweakin’ it funny. But that meant no manually movin’ the chair, and Nubbins sure wasn’t allowed after he supposedly caused the accident.

Now, he won’t complain about gettin’ wheeled around by Bubba, who happens to be mindful of bumps and cracks when he can be, but Bubba ain’t so patient these days. Certainly ain’t the timid kid he was when Franklin met him a little over decade ago. At almost thirty somethin’ entering his rebellious romantic phase and more interested in some angel-voiced debutante on the radio than dealin’ with Franklin’s business. Fair enough.

The obvious next step is a motorized chair, somethin’ he’d been dreamin’ of for a long, long time. Put it on every Christmas list as a kid, breathed it into the air with the smoke of a birthday wish. And every year he stayed right cooped up in that old beater he had with no illusion of independence with.

Back then he took it for folks not understanding his desire to just wander. To not exhaust himself from propelling forward and the pains shootin’ down his arms into his chest. There’s a fine difference between a self-propelling chair and a pusher chair that Franklin knew well from tearin’ his muscles over and over.

Shane he realized the world works a lot crueler than just not understanding, a coverup for the pain he felt from all of them.

Took until he’s moved out, zero contact with Mom and Pop, in with the Sawyers through some probably wicked chain of events he’d forgotten a while back, to become able to move on his own.

And here in the chair, transferred easy after practicin’ it a dozen or so times the second it was here in the yard, his hand sits on the lever but not pushing forward. He’s nervous. Overwhelmed by flittering anxieties that loom over his head like gnats around a flush.

“Most people, they go for fittings and buy these things special just for them. Don’t just stumble upon..” It’s halfway into that sentence that Franklin realizes, Nubbins never did finish tellin’ him where he got the chair past that it was available and decently clean after a supervised wipe down of all its parts. “Hold on, how did you find this thing again?”

“I-It was on the corner, with a money sign, b-but we took it. L-Like it was for- for freebies since no-nobody was usin’ it.” Nubbins fiddles with his hands ‘cause he knows Franklin ain’t gonna be th’ happiest with that answer.

Not that Nubbins is expecting anxiety and fear and guilt, which is all Franklin is currently dealin’ with. Nubbins expects anger, a smack across his face for breaking rules. While Franklin is too busy spiraling in his own head to immediately comfort him, wondering a bleak topic, “Well how do we know that? What if they needed the money from the old one to buy a better chair and now they got none?”

“Frankie, w-we don’t got no money either. Th-That wouldnt’a h-happened no how.” Nubbins reminds him meekly by raisin’ his hand and seemingly swattin’ away the worries.

“Maybe someone else shoulda got it.” Franklin just keeps worrying. As much as he was sick of his old chair, a guilty conscience gets in the way of his happiness once again. Even far away from the cruelty of certain family members, he’s so programmed to feel bad he makes himself feel that today instead of lettin’ someone else.

Thing is, Nubbins prob’ly never felt guilty once in his entire life, so good at just stickin’ with cold reality and not the wandering anxious thoughts. Impressive for someone Franklin knows got a worse than typical kind of thoughts floating in his little head.

“But y-you needs it.” He points out fairly.

Giving a big sigh, knowing it’s the end of understanding one another in this particular conversation, Franklin starts to drop it but still get some weight off.

“Lots of people need things.. I dunno.. Guess I just feel like I’m stealin’ or somethin’..”

Silence. Nubbins wasn’t listening at all. He’s busy eyeing the necklace he made for Franklin, with a tie rope so it’ll never ever shatter or break its clasp or crumble to bits like them chain necklaces do sometimes. Reaching out, he cautiously takes ahold of the charm, made from clay and bone and wood. More scrap of course.

Out of nowhere he yanks it, snatching the charm so the knot in the back of the necklace undoes itself and the whole thing slips right off.

Franklin’s too late to catch it or to grab Nubbins, just clutching his chest where the heavy charm would usually sit against his skin. Feels bare without it for some reason, if only ‘cause Nubbins was the one who made the damn jewelry in the first place.

Which he now holds way up over his head and dares Franklin to, “C-Come ‘n get me!!”

Eyeing the shifty ramp, Franklin doesn’t budge an inch. Anxiety blooms in the pit of his stomach and soothed only by watching Nubbins himself get wild and bounce around all over the creaky old porch. Might fall through himself. He calls after the movement, “Nubbins, getcha wily little ass back here!”

Scratching his scruffy chin in over-exaggerated consideration, Nubbins decides to sit on the porch bannister and think, “N-Nah. I’s comfy.”

It’s cute. Watching Nubbins mime regular sense of humor and teasing and human interaction in general always makes his heart flutter some. Franklin gives in, “Awright. Awright. Jus’- You jus wait a minute now. I don’t know how to use this thing and I might not-“

“Frankie, c’mon!” Nubbins interrupts the stammering, bouncing all over. He’s so excited to see this new contraption in action. Impatient for it even though it’s about to happen.

The jumping is gonna crack the boards of the porch, and seeing as the ramps shows a complete lack of knowin’ to work with wood, Franklin decides to just do it. Wheel right towards Nubbins and go to him when he calls.

All it takes is a push of that little lever. Franklin squeezes his eyes shut as the wheelchair mechanisms whirr to life, noisily drawing him forward. The feeling is a lot like floating on water. No pressure in his body, no pain just from movin’, just a smooth glide.

Well, smooth as it can be over dry grass and then the dreaded ramp. His wheels stay firmly grounded, however many there are under the structure of this thing, and he’s safe, but it’s still scary to get used to, rockin’ around like that.

He clears the top of the ramp and maneuvers messily in reverse, some kinda eighteen point turn, to face Nubbins instead of the wall, “Christ that was-“

“Y-You did it! You did it! Frankie done it!!” Nubbins congratulates him, grabbing his hands and squeezing excitedly.

It ain’t the heat from the effort of movin’ around that he can blame anymore for the way he knows his face flushes bright red, equal parts bashful and flattered, “It ain’t that excitin’ now! Jus’ pushed a button..”

“But i-it’s good.” Nubbins argues, wide smile firmly in place.

“I s’pose..”

“A-A-And you’re good!”

His eagerness is a little overwhelming. Franklin worms a hand free to fidget, scratching at the back of his curly hair, “I don’ know ‘bout all that..”

Then Nubbins leans into him all serious, thick eyebrows frown tight together and bony finger stab in’ into his chest, “H-Hush it. You gets all sh-shy.”

“I’m ‘llowed to be shy.” He defends, but it crackles a little. With the confrontation between his old broken shell of a heart and his new found longing.

“Yeh. You allowed t-to be not shy s-sometimes too.” Nubbins reminds him, easing up some by straightening out, not entirely breathing on Franklin’s face anymore.

Now he has the confidence to tease back, “Like you, huh?”

“Ezactly!” A bright stream of giggles comes from Nubbins suddenly, impressed by Franklin’s clever. He likes it a lot when he argues against him, stands up for himself.

Decides to reward his bravery against the monsters in his head with some affection. At first, Nubbins tries to wrap his arms around Franklin, wheelchair back and all, but it’s too big and clunky for all that. Instead, he decides to pass along some kisses.

On his forehead because it’s easy to reach, Nubbins plants wet kiss after wet kiss to Franklin’s forehead.

“That’s enough now.” Franklin says, but he’s laughing too now, no longer so stuck up. That’s why Nubbins likes havin’ him round so much, gives him some kinda purpose cheerin’ him up and lovin’ him good all the time likes that.

But Nubbins isn’t taking ‘no more’ for an answer, since this is a game of cat and mouse afterall. He’s a smart mouse that knows, the cat ain’t gonna put up with him if he skitters ‘round too quick and stupid. Holding up his hand, he asks for permission to give another kiss, “One m-more for the road?”

“Sure, but I ain’t goin’ nowhere. You know that.” Franklin hums while tilting his head back some so Nubbins can reach. This time he kisses his cheek, close to his mouth, a little smear of blood from a scab he ripped off wiping on Franklin's skin.

He wants to kiss that one away too to make it better, “A-And o-one to grow on?”

“Nubbins, I mean it. Just cause I can get ‘round a little better don’t mean I’d ever leave ya. Wouldn’t even dream it.” Franklin takes it all seriously.

And it doesn’t make Nubbins upset. This wheelchair business is always serious, always hard. Jokin’, and playin’ and bein mean, he can do that any old place that don’t got a Franklin, but what would be the point? He’s maybe just a little in love.

“I-I’s holdin’ you to that. Ain’t gonna f-forget it.”

“I know.” Franklin smiles, wiping the blood off his face by himself.

“Ain’t s-stupid.” Nubbins testified agin on his first point.

“Hey, now. I know that.” His Franklin interrupts, switching the subjects about to,“Thank you Nubbins. For the chair. And the help.”

Nubbins nods and starts to rock on his heels. Accepting thanks is still as new to him as a fancy alien wheelchair is to Franklin. That, “And th-the lovin’?

He’s in love with Franklin. The Mom and Pop kind. The get hitched by the garden out back in pretty clothes and never let Franklin leave again type.

And Franklin, receiver of affection and gifts and acceptance, now that’s he’s finally feelin’ capable for the first time, agrees, “Especially that.”

[valewritessss]

What pjo or hoo character do we think would let out The Sigh. Like, that sigh that the ‘mature people’ do that says “I’m so fucking done with this I need to sit on my couch in front of a tv sipping on some debatably gross drink to undo the headache this is giving me”, occasionally giving some “I can already feel the grey hairs coming in” too.

[coquelicoq]

There are 60 million people in Britain. There are 200 million in America. (Can that be right?) How many millions of English-speakers other nations might add to the total I cannot even guess. I would be willing to bet, though, that in all those hundreds of millions not more than 50, at the outside, have read A. Roemer, Aristarchs Athetesen in der Homerkritik (Leipzig, 1912), a work untranslated from its native German and destined to remain so till the end of time. I joined the tiny band in 1985. I was 23. The first sentence of this little-known work runs as follows: Es ist wirklich Brach- und Neufeld, welches der Verfasser mit der Bearbeitung dieses Themas betreten und durchpflügt hat, so sonderbar auch diese Behauptung im ersten Augenblick klingen mag. I had taught myself German out of Teach Yourself German, and I recognised several words in this sentence at once: It is truly something and something which the something with the something of this something has something and something, so something also this something might something at first something. I deciphered the rest of the sentence by looking up the words Brachfeld, Neufeld, Verfasser, Bearbeitung, Themas, betreten, durchpflügt, sonderbar, Behauptung, Augenblick, and klingen in Langenscheidt's German-English dictionary.

The Last Samurai by Helen DeWitt, i, 1, p 17