tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65863572953295708872024-03-12T19:08:21.140-07:00Napoleon BonaparteThe Brothers Slackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00414877034081042907noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6586357295329570887.post-33858685448903678852009-10-20T10:04:00.000-07:002009-10-20T10:05:13.159-07:00Josephine<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewJNDQgVs3Y&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewJNDQgVs3Y&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>The Brothers Slackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00414877034081042907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6586357295329570887.post-64224014698045006432009-10-08T10:39:00.000-07:002009-10-08T10:42:55.328-07:00WATERLOO!!!!<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >I lost. :(<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7vlcuvrM1po&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7vlcuvrM1po&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span>The Brothers Slackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00414877034081042907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6586357295329570887.post-90013944920693289762009-03-10T10:42:00.000-07:002009-03-10T10:44:21.174-07:00video<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Os9hQxg3qGM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Os9hQxg3qGM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>The Brothers Slackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00414877034081042907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6586357295329570887.post-80029470014091394822009-03-05T08:36:00.000-08:002010-03-25T08:25:24.115-07:00To Josephine<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fashionbride.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/josephined.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 644px;" src="http://fashionbride.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/josephined.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><h1 align="left"></h1><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >I have not spent a day without loving you; I have not spent a night without embracing you; I have not so much as drunk a single cup of tea without cursing the pride and ambition which force me to remain separated from the moving spirit of my life.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >In the midst of my duties, whether I am at the head of my army or inspecting the camps, my beloved Josephine stands alone in my heart, occupies my mind, fills my thoughts.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><br /></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >If I am moving away from you with the speed of the Rhone torrent, it is only that I may see you again more quickly.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >If I rise to work in the middle of the night, it is because this may hasten by a matter of days the arrival of my sweet love.</span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Yet in your letter of the 23rd, and 26th. Ventose, you call me vous. Vous yourself!<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Ah! wretch, how could you have written this letter? How cold it is?<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >And then there are those four days between the 23rd, and the 26th.; what were you doing that you failed to write to your husband? ...</span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Ah, my love, that vous, those four days made me long for my former indifference. Woe to the person responsible!<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >May he as punishment and penalty, experience what my convictions and the evidence (which is in your friend's favor) would make me experience!<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Hell has no torments great enough! Nor do the Furies have serpents enough! Vous! Vous!<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Ah! how will things stand in two weeks? ... My spirit is heavy; my heart is fettered and I am terrified by my fantasies...</span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >You love me less; but you will get over the loss. One day you will love me no longer; at least tell me; then I shall know how I have come to deserve this misfortune. ...Farewell, my wife: the torment, joy, hope and moving which draw me close to Nature, and with violent impulses as tumultuous as thunder. I ask of you neither eternal love, nor fidelity, but simply...truth, unlimited honesty.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >The day when you say "I love you less", will mark the end of my love and the last day of my life.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >If my heart were base enough to love without being loved in return I would tear it to pieces.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Josephine! Josephine! Remember what I have sometimes said to you: Nature has endowed me with a virile and decisive character. It has built yours out of lace and gossamer. Have you ceased to love me?<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Forgive me, love of my life, my soul is racked by conflicting forces. My heart obsessed by you, is full of fears which prostrate me with misery...I am distressed not to be calling you by name. I shall wait for you to write it.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Farewell! Ah! if you love me less you can never have loved me. In that case I shall truly be pitiable.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >Bonaparte</span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /> </span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >P.S. The war this year has changed beyond recognition. I have had meat, bread and fodder distributed; my armed cavalry will soon be on the march.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >My soldiers are showing inexpressible confidence in me; you alone are a source of chagrin to me; you alone are the joy and torment of my life.<br /></span></p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span></p> <p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" >I send a kiss to your children, whom you do not mention. By God! If you did, your letters would be half as long again. Then visitors at ten o'clock in the morning would not have the pleasure of seeing you. Woman!!! </span></p>The Brothers Slackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00414877034081042907noreply@blogger.com0