Dorische Toccata by Bach.
It's epic, it's almost.....Metal!.
You can just imagine a deformed hunchback shuffling through his epic brooding manor on the hill top, sitting at a mighty organ and blasting this out into the night.
Villagers close the shutters on their hovels and fear to venture out into the night as the ominous music permeates through the thick brooding fog, small children cry in their rickity wooden cots and fathers sit staring into the fire, trying to hide their fear.
The Wolves begin to howl in the mountains.......the night belongs to Ivan and his dark music.
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“I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one fewer god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all the other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours.” [Stephen F Roberts]
Our gods look down, hear battle sound. I carry on, until the fight is won.
Family are not those with whom you share your blood but those for whom you would give it.
Passive resistance, the last resort of sissies. ‘What about Ghandi?’…..SISSY!.
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