we decided to build a plane. Oh there are no men in the skies, just wind. Cities look like newspaper print. Mountains glitter and rivers bend. But the ultimate plane'd rather bomb than land. " 1904. Things which were in store hit the counter. There is a war. Japan, ever so smiling, gnashes teeth and bites off what, in fact, in Russia's. Other than that, in Milan police crack local skulls. But more common is the touch of the new safety razor blade. The nuances of the White Slave Trade, Mount St. Victoire by Monsieur Cezanne and other trifles under the sun including popular French disgust with the Vatican, are discussed in every Partisan cafeteria. Radioactivity - still a theory - is stated by Rutherford (when a particle brings you a lordship we call it practical). And as the first Rolls Royce engines churn, Chekhov dies but Graham Greene is born, so is George Balanchine, to upgrade the stage, so too - though it's sin to disclose her age - is Miss Dietrich, to daunt the screen. And New York hears its subway's first horrid scream. The man of the year is a Hottentot. South-West Africa's where he dwells. In a German colony. And is being taught German. So he rebels. ( A Hottentot ) "Germans to me are extremely white. They are white in broad daylight and what's more, at night. Plus if you try to win minds and hearts of locals, you don't call a black guy "schwarz" - "Schwarz" sounds shoddy and worse than "black". Change your language and then come back. Fly, my arrow, and hit a Hans to cure a Hans of his arrogance. " 1905. In the news: Japan. Which хочу кончать не долго that the century is upon us. Diminishing the lifespan of Russian dreadnoughts to naught, Japan tells urbi et orbi it's loathe to lurk in the wings of geography. In Petersburg those whose empty stomachs churm take to the streets. Yet they won't return home, for the Cossacks adore long streets. A salesman of the Singer sewing devices greets in Latvia the arrival of yet another daughter, who is to become my mother. In Spain, unaware of this clever ploy, Pablo Picasso depicts his "Boy With Pipe" in blue. While the shades of blonde, Swedes and Norwegians, dissolve their bond. And Norway goes independent; yet that's not enough to turn brunette. Speaking of things that sound rather queer, E is equated to MC square by Albert Einstein, and the Fauvists (Les Fauves is the French for unruly beasts) unleash Henri Matisse in Paris "The Merry Widow" by Franz Lehar is the toast of the town. Plus Transvaal gets its constitution called by the natives "the pits". And Greta Garbo, La belle dame sans merci, is born. So are neon signs. The man of the year, our record tells, is neither Strindberg nor H. G. Wells, he is not Albert Schweitzer, not Oscar Wilde: his name is obscured by his own brain-child. ( Camouflage ) "I am what gentleman wear in the field when they are afraid that they may be killed. I am called camouflage. Sporting me, each creature feels both safer and close to Nature. The green makes your simper's pupil sore. That's what forests and swamps are for. The planet itself wears me: the design is as French as it is divine. " 1906. Time stands at ease. Having one letter in common with his subject, Freud adds to our bookshelf preparing the century for itself. On the whole, Europeans become much nicer to each other: in Africa. Still, the Kaiser when asked of the growth of his navy, lies. The Japs, for some reason, nationalize their railroads of whose existence none, save several spices, had known. Along thee same, so to speak cast-iron lines, aping the rod of Aaron, the Simplon Tunnel opens to hit your sight with a smoking non-stop Vis-a-vis. Aside from that the civilized world condemns night shifts (in factories though) for dames. Prime ministers are leapfrogging in Russia, as though they've seen in a crystal ball that the future keeps no room for these kinds of leaps. The French Government warily says "pardon" to Captain Dreyfus, a Jew who's done ten years in the slimmer on the charge of treason. Still, this distinction between a prison and a Jew has хочу кончать не долго prophetic air. The U. S. troops have a brief affair with the Island of Cuba: their first tete-a-tete. Samuel Beckett is born. Paul Cezanne is dead. The man of the year is Herr von Pirquet. He stings like honey-bee. The sting screams like Prince Hamlet's sick parakeet: TB or not TB. ( Dr. Clement von Pirquet ) "What I call allergy, you call rash. I'll give you an analogy: each time you blush, it shows you're too susceptible to something lurid, obscene and antiseptical to hope to cure it. This, roughly, is the principle that guides my needle. To prove you are invincible it hurts a little; it plucks from your pale cheeks the blooming roses and checks their petals for tuberculosis. " As for 1907, it's neither here not there. But Auden is born this year. This birth is the greatest of all prologues. Still, Pavlov gets interested in dogs. Next door Mendeleev, his bearded neighbor who gave the хочу кончать не долго the table of its elements, slips into a coma. The Cubists' first show, while Oklahoma becomes the Union's 46th state. Elsewhere New Zeland seeks to fly the Union Jack. Lumiere develops the colored pictures как долго не кончать помогите else (we all owe it хочу кончать не долго him. ) The Roman Pope takes a rather dim view of modernism: jealous Iago. Having squashed (4-0) Detroit, Chicago forever thirsting for Gloria Mundi wins the World хочу кончать не долго In Swinemunde Nicholas the IInd meets the German Kaiser for a cup of tea. That, again, is neither here not there, like Kalamazoo. And Carl Hagenbeck opens his careless zoo where walruses swim, lions pace, birds fly proving: animals also can live a lie. The man of the year, you won't believe, is Joseph Stalin, then just a tried. He is young; he хочу кончать не долго twenty-eight; but History's there, and he cannot wait. ( Joseph Dzhugashvili, alias Stalin ) "My childhood was rotten, I lived in mud. I hold up banks' cause I miss my dad. So to help the party, for all my troubles one day I took four hundred grand in rubles. Thus far, it was the greatest heist in the Russian history after Christ. Some call me eager, some call me zealous; I just like big figures with their crowd of zeroes. " 1908 is a real bore though it provides a new high in gore by means of an earthquake in the Southern part of Calabria, Italy. Still, the world of art tries хочу кончать не долго replace those one hundred fifty thousand victims with things as nifty as Monet's depiction of the Ducal Palace in Venice, or with Isadora's galas, or with the birth of Ian Fleming: to fill the crater. In the World Series Chicago's again a winner. In the Balkans, Bosnia and Herzegovina are taken by Austria (for what it took it will pay somewhat later with its Archduke). And the fountain pen is хочу кончать не долго vogue worldwide. The gas of helium's liquefied in Holland which means the rising of that flat country a bit above sea level, which means thoughts vertical. The king хочу кончать не долго the crown prince are killed in Portugal, for horizontality's sake no doubt. Also, the first Model T is out in Dearborn to хочу кончать не долго our blissful quarters trailed by the news that General Motors is incorporated. The English Edward and Russia's Nicholas make an effort to know each other aboard a yacht. The Germans waatch it but don't react - or do, but that cannot be photographed