Now that our tasty liaison is over, the monster slaughtered, the palace going under, the black-draped ships embarked, and I’m stuck on this feckless island with a dipsomaniac in lion skins, and you’ve sailed off to do your father and pretend it was an accident, like the hypocrite you are
I might as well tell you: the minotaur was my friend. Or not friend. More like an associate. I’d go in there through the labyrinth, which I knew in the dark, luckily, because it was always dark, holding on to my silver thread, and consult him about things.
What thing? you wonder. You know—the future, the death of kings, the meanings of snakeskins and birds’ intestines. His answers were exact, Though muffled.
In return I brought him morsels. Youths with edged weapons and grandiose plans, like you. I stood on the far side of the room, steering clear of the horns. He could get out of hand and was prone to tantrums.
In the food fights, he always won, and would have won against you too, if I hadn’t cheated. I spiked the wine, what else?
I thought I was trading prophecy for love. Bad choice. But I’ve got news for you: You’ve made a bad choice too.
Now that our tasty liaison is over, the monster slaughtered, the palace going under, the black-draped ships embarked, and I’m stuck on this feckless island with a dipsomaniac in lion skins, and you’ve sailed off to do your father and pretend it was an accident, like the hypocrite you are
I might as well tell you: the minotaur was my friend. Or not friend. More like an associate. I’d go in there through the labyrinth, which I knew in the dark, luckily, because it was always dark, holding on to my silver thread, and consult him about things.
What thing? you wonder. You know—the future, the death of kings, the meanings of snakeskins and birds’ intestines. His answers were exact, Though muffled.
In return I brought him morsels. Youths with edged weapons and grandiose plans, like you. I stood on the far side of the room, steering clear of the horns. He could get out of hand and was prone to tantrums.
In the food fights, he always won, and would have won against you too, if I hadn’t cheated. I spiked the wine, what else?
I thought I was trading prophecy for love. Bad choice. But I’ve got news for you: You’ve made a bad choice too.
"Your messages about the movement of the enemy through the official chatbot … bring new trophies every day," the government agency tweeted. "The argument from Telegram is, 'You should trust us because we tell you that we're trustworthy,'" Maréchal said. "It's really in the eye of the beholder whether that's something you want to buy into." The message was not authentic, with the real Zelenskiy soon denying the claim on his official Telegram channel, but the incident highlighted a major problem: disinformation quickly spreads unchecked on the encrypted app. That hurt tech stocks. For the past few weeks, the 10-year yield has traded between 1.72% and 2%, as traders moved into the bond for safety when Russia headlines were ugly—and out of it when headlines improved. Now, the yield is touching its pandemic-era high. If the yield breaks above that level, that could signal that it’s on a sustainable path higher. Higher long-dated bond yields make future profits less valuable—and many tech companies are valued on the basis of profits forecast for many years in the future. Asked about its stance on disinformation, Telegram spokesperson Remi Vaughn told AFP: "As noted by our CEO, the sheer volume of information being shared on channels makes it extremely difficult to verify, so it's important that users double-check what they read."
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