If you motor with out rhythm, you won’t attract the worm.
Same here. They always start with joy, and then I look down.
You win all the internets today. Well done!
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain … lodged in the digestive tract of a sandworm, for a very long time.
Jump without rhythm, and you won’t attract the worm.
It’s amazing he could catch that much air, let alone straddle a motorcycle with balls that big.
Kinda puts my silly neurotic fears in context.
You just described The Culture…
Wow! A Fred Ward film I’ve completely missed.
It looks like the producers might have optioned " The Devil on the Road" by Robert Westall; a tale of a motorcyclist from the late 1970s who finds himself transported back in to the 17th Century, where he comes in to conflict with Matthew Hopkins, the Witchfinder General.
Ah, well there you go. I’ve been meaning to read those for ages. Unfortunately, in this pre-post-scarcity time, my time is scarce.
Am I the only one to be disappointed when the parachute came out? I was looking at the far ridge of sand and guessing he would somehow land on that. It looked much too far away, but maybe weird sand shapes are dicking with my sense of perspective. Anyway, if he wasn’t going to die horribly, these people always manage to get down in one piece. Somehow.
And then he has a parachute. Well, I could see that would work.
The fact is I have seen too many of these, and I have no good idea what is possible any longer.
(The illusion does not survive a second watching at all).
Not after hearing him shout “YEAHHH THAT’S WHAT’S UP!!”
cracked me up. delightful.
That connection is definitely possible!
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