So, on Tuesday there are the two new episodes of Medici:Masters of Florence, and you can’t possibly understand what happens on Twitter on every Tuesday night. These
are just a few of the images they made. So, the next time there’s a series such as Medici produced in Italy, just show these to us as a reminder of what happened with this one, so that we may never make the same mistake again.
She’s mild and meek and the most
desired girl, nearly idealized from Randall’s point of view
hag = live fence, rihhi = mighty/
rich, Heinrich = keeper of the realm
Henry keeps Angela and Monte d’Or
safe until Randall’s return. Also he’s the richest and most influential man in
or = gold, le = the, de/ d’ = of,
dorer = to gild. Ledore = the golden one
Friendship is the real treasure, not
the Azran gold that Henry found.
Randale = riot
Not much to find here, unless you
are German and think of riots when you hear that name.
hruod = glory, lant = land, Roland/
Orlando = famous all over the country
„No risk no glory“. A whole town was
built for him.
ascot = ascot (duh!)
Randall likes to wear ascot-like
things around his neck.
Raymond = guardian/ warden
watches over Descole. He might
even have been his warden, especially if you take Sycamore’s original Level 5 name
foster care = something like
adoption but a little less
He might have named himself Simon
Foster when he became Raymond’s foster child. Or he was foster dad to himself.
Poor little boy.
des = prefix that negates whatever
follows, col = collar
désolé = I’m sorry/ disconsolate,
Descole calls himself a husk and
claims his former self to be dead. All he has to live for now is revenge. What
other prefix would such a man choose than the negative “des”. The meaning of “désolé”
puts the focus rather on his tragic fate and sorrow before he tried to kill all
pain by creating the persona of Descole. Maybe he’s even sorry he put his
family to such a risk by challenging Targent. Nice extra that a word for collar
can also be found in the name, since Descole wears a very special “collar”. “Jean”
then only matches the French last name, it’s one of the most common names
there, appropriate for someone who has seized to exist. Or maybe he liked a
reference to Jeanne d’Arc, the rebel? Jean Valjean?
It’s one thing to question your mind, it’s another to question your eyes and ears but then again isn’t it all the same? Our sense just mediocre inputs for our brain, sure we rely on them, trust they accurately portray the real world around us but what if the haunting truth is that they can’t. That what we perceive isn’t the real world at all, but just our mind’s best guess. That all we really have is a garbled reality, a fuzzy picture we will never really make out.
It started with Descole-Beethoven and Henry-Brahms. Then I couldn’t stop. Most of them are German composers from the classical romantic period, simply because I know them best. Let me know your suggestions!
Even when she was in the midst of a full-one revolution, the paperwork still managed to catch up with her. Stacks upon stacks of requisitions, test results, medical files and plain old bills cluttered her usually immaculate desk.
Angela was used to going without sleep, though. Her professors had once remarked it was as important a talent for any doctor or physician as having steady hands and neat handwriting. But she was getting a little older, and pulling an all-nighter wasn’t as easy as it had been years before; a coffee-assist was usually not enough to keep her awake until everything was done. The ambience of the safehouse they were staying in only added to her problems.
The soft whirring of the ventillation fans; the pitter-patter of gentle rain outside; the quiet hum of her computer all combined to form a perfect lullaby. In the pool of light cast by her desk lamp, Angela found her eyes struggling to stay open. She kept having to re-read the same sentence. In amongst the soothing sounds, his footsteps made very little impression on the peaceful atmosphere that surrounded her office.