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...Mass on the second day of the Pope's visit. Some of them had arrived more than 24 hours early in order to greet the Pontiff. The crowd included delegations from Gdansk, Poznan, Radom, Lublin and other Polish cities. There were uniformed boy scouts, nurses in white tunics, peasant women in brightly colored scarves, and Silesian miners in black uniforms and tall hats topped with black feathers. Farmers from Lowicz, 50 miles southwest of Warsaw, were dressed in their native costume: straw hats with blue ribbons, elaborately embroidered red jackets and black felt pants...
...listed on a sheet of "Dos" and "Don'ts" which is given to all members Obvious "Don'ts" include modern materials such as polyester--a cardinally sinful item and zippers. "You have to have an idea of who you're trying to be If you want to be a peasant, don't buy velvet. You have to be authentic. People will point it out if you're not," says Dana Gass '85, who revitalized Harvard's SCA chapter last year...
...truth, Ancient Evenings does achieve some of the cleaning of the slate it sets out to do and goes a ways towards creating a new world, however bizarre that world is. As evinced in the story of Menenhetet, a peasant who rises to the post of First Charioteer in the reign of Ramses II and succeeds in getting reincarnated three or four times--ancient Egypt is a land of many weird rites and customs, filled with magic, telepathy and violence. Menenhetet relates his odyssey from a Nile village to the Pharaoh's chariot in the glorious battle against the Hittites...
...stone that will lie on them, no I would find Nefertiri and I would fuck Her. The thought of my cock in Her, my agony in Her honey, my fatigue in Her wealth, my pride in Her royal privacy, my beating heart in Her sweet quiver, my peasant meet in the sauce of a Queen, my sword in Usermare's [the Pharsolt's] skin!--every high and low passion I ever felt came together, and my life was simple. I would fuck Her or die in the attempt...
...scar, like a bookmark in a turbulent autobiography. The lips, extravagantly full, can pout or preen or tauten resolutely or open in an elfin smile. The long Botticelli neck carries the eye to a strange and strong body, with delicate breasts, expressive musculature and the strong haunches of a peasant girl or a centaur. Kinski is a true camera animal because these disparate, classically mismatched parts combine sensationally well. Looking at her, the spectator is drawn to look into her?to search those eyes, that face and body, for the real Nastassia Kinski. But because she is a true camera...