France would hardly object, since she was exhausted with long wars. England was busy in the struggle with her North American colonies. Russia was at war with the Turks. There was no power to be feared but Prussia. 鈥淚f,鈥?Billy continued, 鈥測ou run down the beach, bare-ass.鈥? If you didn鈥檛 feel overwhelmed by weird digressions while reading this book, you and I both owethanks to Edward Kastenmeier, my editor at Knopf, and his assistant, Tim O鈥機onnell. Also toLexy Bloom, a senior editor at Vintage Books, who offered her valuable insight and commentsdown the stretch. Somehow, they figured out how to cut the fat out of my writing withoutsacrificing any flavor. Likewise, my friend Jason Fagone, author of the excellent Horsemen of theEsophagus, helped me understand the difference between storytelling and self-indulgence. MaxPotter first let me write about Leadville for 5280 magazine and is the rare writer noble enough tocheerlead another writer on. Patrick Doyle, 5280鈥檚 amazing researcher, confirmed many factsabout Caballo鈥檚 mysterious life, and even unearthed that lost newspaper photo from 鈥淭he GypsyCowboy鈥檚鈥?prizefighting days. Years ago, Susan Linnee gave me a job at the Associated Press thatI didn鈥檛 deserve, then taught me how to do it. If more people knew Susan, fewer would bashjournalism. 合法彩票平台有哪些 鈥淚f,鈥?Billy continued, 鈥測ou run down the beach, bare-ass.鈥? This state of my thoughts and feelings made the fact of my reading Wordsworth for the first time (in the autumn of 1828), an important event in my life. I took up the collection of his poems from curiosity, with no expectation of mental relief from it, though I had before resorted to poetry with that hope. In the worst period of my depression, I had read through the whole of Byron (then new to me), to try whether a poet, whose peculiar department was supposed to be that of the intenser feelings, could rouse any feeling in me. As might be expected, I got no good from this reading, but the reverse. The poet's state of mind was too like my own. His was the lament of a man who had worn out all pleasures, and who seemed to think that life, to all who possess the good things of it, must necessarily be the vapid, uninteresting thing which I found it. His Harold and Manfred had the same burthen on them which I had; and I was not in a frame of mind to derive any comfort from the vehement sensual passion of his Giaours, or the sullenness of his Laras. But while Byron was exactly what did not suit my condition, Wordsworth was exactly what did. I had looked into the Excursion two or three years before, and found little in it; and I should probably have found as little, had I read it at this time. But the miscellaneous poems, in the two-volume edition of 1815 (to which little of value was added in the latter part of the author's life), proved to be the precise thing for my mental wants at that particular juncture. We have now reached the summer of 1729. George II. was a weak-minded, though a proud, conceited man, who, as King of England, assumed airs of superiority which greatly annoyed his irascible and petulant brother-in-law, Frederick William. Flushed with his new dignity, he visited his hereditary domain of Hanover. The journey led him through a portion of the Prussian territory. Courtesy required that George II. should announce that intention to the Prussian king. Courtesy also required that, as the British monarch passed over Prussian soil, Frederick William should furnish him with free post-horses. 鈥淚 will furnish the post-horses,鈥?said Frederick William, 鈥渋f the king apprise me of his intention. If he do not, I shall do nothing about it.鈥?George did not write. In affected unconsciousness that there was any such person in the world as the Prussian king, he crossed the Prussian territory, paid for his own post-horses, and did not even condescend to give Frederick William any notice of his arrival in Hanover. The King of Prussia, who could not but be conscious of the vast inferiority of Prussia to England, stung to the quick by this contemptuous treatment, growled ferociously in the Tobacco Parliament. An eye-witness thus describes the tactics by which Frederick executed his design: 鈥淚t is a particular man?uvre which, up to the present time, none but Prussian troops can execute with the precision and velocity indispensable to it. You divide your line into many pieces. You can push these forward stair-wise, so that they shall halt close to one another. Forming itself in this way, a mass of troops takes up in proportion very little ground. And it shows in the distance, by reason of the mixed uniforms and standards, a totally chaotic mass of men, heaped one on another. But it needs only that the commander lift his finger, and instantly this living coil of knotted intricacies develops itself in perfect order, and with a speed like that of mountain rivers.鈥?12 鈥淚f,鈥?Billy continued, 鈥測ou run down the beach, bare-ass.鈥?