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by Piotr Kapuscinski » 25 Jun 2019 15:22
"The Judge unlocked a special liquor trunk; from the protruding necks he chose a flask, a fine crystal gift from the Bernardine monk. Gdansk Vodka - he said - and no hard task for Pole to drink. Long live Gdansk! - he shouted, raising his stein. Gdansk was once our town, and so will be again. The vodka spouted a silver arc as he poured it around, till only golden leaves glowed on the ground."
http://leonardkress.com/Pan%20Tadeusz.pdf - page 89/277
- Adam Mickiewicz, "Pan Tadeusz: The Last Foray in Lithuania"
There are words which carry the presage of defeat. Defence is such a word. What is the result of an even victorious defence? The next attempt of imposing it to that weaker, defender. The attacker, despite temporary setback, feels the master of situation.