So what follows started one day in '22 when I was looking for images of the world-tree, the ash Yggdrasil, like you do. This beauty was engraved 1886 by Friedrich Wilhelm Heine. I looked through Heine's art on wikimedia commons and was struck by his powerful depictions of European towns shattered by combat. Instantly I assumed he became a war correspondent for the Great War, then actually looked at the dates: it was the Franco-Prussian war, one I know mostly for the effect on French and German politics: the Commune massacred, Prussia levels up to Reich, Napoleon III decides he's more a London kind of jerk, it all gets blamed on Dreyfus. But I know nothing of it as a war, of its death and weapons: I guess I don't take western European warfare seriously between Waterloo and the Marne. (Imperialist warfare is another matter.) But my God, my Life, look at these fresh ruins: artillery is a machine beyond comprehension, it landscapes Earth into Hades, it makes the stone, st...
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