The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The twisted are welcome? Had to say I enjoyed analysing this for a few minutes the other day watching each and every way the people became passengers to the laws of physics.
Hm. Your taste and decency filter seems to be malfunctioning there. What's next, Snuff?
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Reminds me of the seat belt advert where the boys in the rear seat are catapulted forward and one head butts his Mother, who is driving, in the back of the head. The voiceover chillingly says ' and having dealt the blow, her killer calmly sits back in his seat' Always sit with your back to the direction of travel and clunk click every trip. Now that is scary!
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Spending a number of my waking (or semi-conscious) hours on fast trains to and from London this scenario has often been considered. The conclusion (as UT points out) sit with your back to the direction of travel don't sit at table seats you can see what happens to the two people in the foreground - human battering rams! A bit heavy for a Saturday morning so here's the antidote ...........
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.