In a classic case of unintended consequences, many of the tens of thousands of Iranian students sent to study in the United States and Europe, and inevitably exposed to Western notions of democratic rule and human rights, had become a vanguard of political opposition to the shah.
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· Jul 12 ‘If somebody asked you what your deepest sexual experience had been, what would you say?’
‘Lying in bed early one morning and watching a woman in a red dress brushing her hair.’
‘Joe said it was being in bed with a Chink and a negress at the same time.’
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· Jun 30 ‘Bill,’ the Economic Attaché said, ‘we want to know who Mick is.’
‘Search me.’
‘But you brought him here.’
‘The Frogs can’t take Scotch. He passed out ‘
‘Is he French? I thought you called him Mick.’
‘Had to call him something,’ Granger said.
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· Jun 28 Na een week binnen door de hitte: iced latte!
Eric Spee@hetkopje· Jun 21 “Guess it’s drowning then. Of the three. Drowning, burning, starving. Remember?”
“Yeah, I remember.” I shake my head at the idiocy of those words. “I was talking shit,” I tell him. “I was angry. It’s not true.”
“Seems like it will be.”
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· Jun 16 Nogmaaals goedemorgen. Cortado & croissant.
Eric Spee@hetkopje· Jun 9 “Stop!” she shouts. “Dad! We need Raff.”
“I’m here,” says her brother, materializing to take the other side in arms almost as big as their father’s, both of them hurrying her on.
“Wait!” Fen says, knowing that time now will be divided into before and after. “There’s a woman.”
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· Jun 8 I have hated my mother for most of my life but it is her face I see as I drown.
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· Jun 5 De keizerin bracht meer tijd met de tsarevitsj door dan in haar eigen privévertrek, het boudoir waar ze schreef onder een portret van Marie-Antionette, een ongelukkige keuze gezien de loop die de gebeurtenissen zouden nemen.
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· May 31 Yet even now I had not drunk the bitter potion to the dregs; I was not yet persuaded of my loss; I did not yet feel in every pulsation, in every nerve, in every thought, that I remained alone of my race - that I was the LAST MAN.
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· May 24 Met deze hoge temperaturen is een bezoek aan een donker en airconditioned De la Mar een prima toevlucht. Zeker als Toneelgroep Maastricht een prima Oom Wanja van Anton Tsjechov op de planken zet.
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· May 23 Goedemorgen. (Bij de Primera op het Sierplein is vandaag wéér geen FD bezorgd. Doe er wat aan, @fd.nl!)
Eric Spee@hetkopje· May 22 Life is before me, and I rush into possession. Hope, glory, love, and blameless ambition are my guides, and my soul knows no dread. What has been, though sweet, has gone; the present is good only because it is about to change, and the to come is all my own.
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· May 18 So true it is, that man’s mind alone was the creator of all that was good or great to man, and that Nature itself was only his first minister.
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· Apr 28 The essence of Stalin’s success was really very simple, he thought, built around an insight that could be reduced to a mere three words: people fear death.
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Eric Spee@hetkopje· Apr 28 ‘If you are afraid of wolves, keep out of the woods.’
J.V. Stalin, 1936
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