The barbarians are at the gates. Now they’re in the driveway. Now they’re coming up the front steps.
To any Europeans who are confused by the American presidential election: just imagine that it’s a really long, high-stakes Eurovision and you’ll get the picture.
Meanwhile in the Kingdom of Physics:
“Sire, do we know where the assassin is?”
“No, but we know exactly how fast he is.”
If there is one constant in history it must be the awkwardness of young romance.