Throughout the war, Fleming paid close attention to the role of espionage in world conflict. He was able to do this after receiving a commission in the Royal Navy and work in British Naval Intelligence before eventually becoming the assistant to Admiral John Godfrey, director of Naval Intelligence. During this role, Fleming was given private information on how Britain planned to win the war, travelling around the world on numerous occasions to manage intelligence operations.
The old saying goes that every picture tells a story, and iconic sixties essayist Joan Didion justified our desire for narrative with her insistence that “we tell ourselves stories in order to live”.
I asked him what it feels like to be “world-class.” But, I could tell he was uncomfortable with comparisons.
The claim that any of the three influential works mentioned is in its entirety an accurate representation of a now-lost older work is extremely dubious, but that alone does not disprove the existence of the predecessors, or their incorporation into the final product.
It’s no secret our world is becoming increasingly digital. Everything from banking to dating has moved online, and people are rarely surprised when a new service appears in this realm. But there is at least one item that might not be so easily turned digital: print books.
Brahmneshwar Nath Mahadev temple is a pilgrimage for residents of Central India, especially during the Mahashivratri festival. People from nearby areas come to offer water and prayer to Lord Shiva.
You want to be an artist, whether it be a painter, musician, writer, or actor. You find joy in being creative and you want to learn how to better your craft, but you are maybe afraid to pursue it as a college degree for a number of reasons. I remember that time in my life so well, wanting one thing and thinking I should be doing something else in order to ensure my future happiness.
He sits on a river bank somewhere, not seeing the difference in the river bank he sat on from miles away, seeing the same sunset and sunrise.
Maybe the bluebird in my chest went there too. Then, as if its wings of flight caught my soul, I felt a flutter in my chest again.
I, on horseback, ran into it – as it, with its dark foreboding message, surrounded me. It was after me, it wanted desperately to take me.