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A Mangalica pig, exactly as described. Just imagine this pig with a custom made helmet and goggles, riding in the sidecar of a Transylvanian thug’s hog, er, motorcycle. https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedi...

The Bohmerland Long Touring motorcycle that Schnucki, Dieter, and Heinz all ride together was real, ridiculous looking, and definitely feels like something from a Wes Anderson film: https://img1.bonhams.com/image?src=Im...

Collection of photographs of Budapest’s Oktogon (where Hicks first meets Zoltán von Kiss) throughout the years: https://welovebudapest.com/en/article...

Images of the streetcars on the Wells Street Viaduct, which really existed, and sounded like a pretty frightening ride: https://urbanmilwaukee.com/2019/07/29...

Pynchon writes about a German U-boat in Lake Michigan, which feels like it should definitely be fantasy, but was a real thing! Not a U-13, but a captured UC-97 from WW1. https://www.worldwar1centennial.org/i...

Chapter 52: I had another letter from England on Saturday morning. There was a small black eagle on the flap: Barclay’s Bank.

Chapter 10: For three days I stood at that prow.

The rocks can rend, the earth can quake
The seas can roar, the mountains shake
Of feeling, all things show some sign
But this unfeeling heart of mine.

Book Three: The Prophet

Book Two: Muad'Dib

Today I have so much to do:
I must kill memory once and for all,
I must turn soul to stone,
I must learn to live again
-Anna Akhmatova

Spilling tears from blind white eyes
A jet of water hits the skies.
-Joseph Brodsky

Like a beast in a pen, I'm cut off
From my friends, freedom, the sun,
But the hunters are gaining ground.
I've nowhere else to run.
-Boris Pasternak

“The right to sorrow is a privilege.” -Dmitri Shostakovich

By the time Simon Jashi met his son, Kostya could already say ‘Deda’.

Part 2, Chapter 13: Jake and Singer waited on the front porch.

If this book sticks the landing, this will have been a perfect book. It's been a long, long time since I've read something this good.

The ceiling was breathing.

Entertainment-wise, things take a rapid turn for the splattery...

For reasons that Pemulis couldn't for the life of him, Ortho Stice seemed to be in there in Dr. Dolores Rusk's office, interfacing with Dr. Rusk well after regular hours.

M. Hugh Steeply spoke quietly, after a prolonged silence of both operatives alone with their thoughts, upon this mountain.

White halogen off the green of the composite surface, the light out on the indoor courts at the Port Washington Tennis Academy is the color of sour apples.

Open me anothowone of those boy and I'll tell you the highlight of that season...

Part Five: Knowing a Home of Songs, Called Our Burden

Part Four: A Knowledge

Part Three: Songs of Home

Part Two: Our Calling

Possibly there has been a greater shambles in the history of warfare than our withdrawal from Kabul; probably there has not.

Any excitement that the affair at Mogala might have cause in Kabul when we got back and told our tale was overshadowed by the arrival on the same day of the new army commander, General Elphinstone, my chief and sponsor.

When had Brock ever possessed her?

“How did we meet,” DL’s voice finding some agitated soprano level.