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The fantasy is fuelled by passion, the humour by grief. For example, in a fine episode set in the frozen north, our fox discovers that the Russians get their oil by employing werewolves to invoke the spirit of a brindled cow - the cow who, in a folktale, helped poor little Khavroshka with her tasks and finally made her rich by dying and coming back as a tree with leaves of gold. If the werewolves can make the cow's skull weep, oil will spring from the ground, like a black tree with leaves of gold. This is a fine, rich metaphor for our increasingly insane exploitation of nature's generosity - and is it very much more improbable than what we "really" do nowadays in order to get oil?

 

Right, that's my holiday reading sorted then. Tom Clancy can wait. :-

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:ermm: Mike...

I came up with Crate 3.0 technology. 

Crate 4.0 - we shall just have to wait and see.

Down and out on the Solomani Rim
Now the Spinward Marches don't look so GRIM!


 

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