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The old bird of prey sits and croaks

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"On whatever pretext you stir them up, you will have them ready to face danger, even if they have nothing on their side but their own strength and courage."

-Strabo on the Gauls


"We won't ruin Mars," said the captain. "It's too big and too good."

"You think not? We Earth Men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things. The only reason we didn't set up hot dog stands in the midst of the Egyptian temple of Karnak is because it was out of the way and served no large commercial purpose."

-The Martian Chronicles


"Then the first battle distortion came upon Cú Chulainn, rendering him horrifyingly many-shaped, weird and unrecognisable. The flesh upon his body shook like a tree in a great wind or like a bulrush in a stream, every limb, joint, knuckle and organ of him. He leapt into a furious bout of contortion inside his skin, whereby his feet and shins and knees reversed themselves, and his heels, calves, and ham-strings faced forward. The muscles within his calves showed on the front of his shins, and the balled knots of them were big as a warrior's fist. The sinews of his head stretched down to the nape of his neck, making a great, measureless ball as big as the head of a month-old child. His face and appearance hollowed in like a bowl. One eye was sucked in so deep that the beak of a wild crane could scarcely have dug it out from the back of his skull. The other eye stood out from his cheek. His mouth was horribly distorted. One of his cheeks was drawn back to the jawbone so that his innards were visible. His lungs and liver beat in his mouth and throat. His lower and upper jaws gnashed together like a sword and a shield. A stream of fiery foam-flakes the size of ram's fleeces streamed into his mouth from his throat. The beating of his heart sounded like the baying of a bloodhound of like the attack of a lion falling upon bears."

from Táin Bó Cúailnge translated by Catilin Matthews