27th June 1944
27th June
Tiso and Tuka had taken another early break and had returned early on the 27th to continue the task of reforming the Slovak Intelligence services.
"So it's agreed, we'll go with the least bad option?" Tuka summarised.
Tiso nodded
"Yes, bad as Hans is the alternatives are all far worse." Tiso said.
Malar looked hurt and fought back the tears, but eventually nodded his head in acceptance.
"That only leaves the Ministry of Security, where I think we can all agree we do desperately need a change." Tiso said.
Malar, having dried his eyes and pulled himself together, replied.
"Maybe not, he's not that bad."
"Not that bad! He missed Hans for years!" Tuka yelled.
"Yes, but he's got better recently. Look at the progress he's making." Malar said, handing over the daily ministry of security report.
"This is awful." Tuka said.
"What?" Malar asked. "Surely it's good news we're catching Allied spies."
"No, I meant the poetry." Tuka clarified.
"Indeed. Bad enough the man's a poet, it now turns out he's not even a very good poet." Tiso agreed, barely restraining himself from reaching for his hip flask.
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Bonus Fact - Critical realism and it's related poetry appear to be terrible. Or at least that portion of it freely available on the internet is. The poetry of Jesensky himself.. well perhaps it just doesn't translate well from Slovak to English so I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. For those who wish to see for themselves his war-poem "Siberian Night" is quite easy to find on google. I can't really recommend it, but then I'm an engineer not a critical realist literary critic, so perhaps I'm missing it's sublime beauty.
Tiso and Tuka had taken another early break and had returned early on the 27th to continue the task of reforming the Slovak Intelligence services.
"So it's agreed, we'll go with the least bad option?" Tuka summarised.
Tiso nodded
"Yes, bad as Hans is the alternatives are all far worse." Tiso said.
Malar looked hurt and fought back the tears, but eventually nodded his head in acceptance.
"That only leaves the Ministry of Security, where I think we can all agree we do desperately need a change." Tiso said.
Malar, having dried his eyes and pulled himself together, replied.
"Maybe not, he's not that bad."
"Not that bad! He missed Hans for years!" Tuka yelled.
"Yes, but he's got better recently. Look at the progress he's making." Malar said, handing over the daily ministry of security report.
There once was a spy from Bhutan
who travelled by catamaran
this gave him away
so we caught him today
and that is why secondary sense-data is not to be relied upon in the mind independent world.
Janko Jesensky communicated his counter-intelligence triumphs solely through the medium of non-rhyming limericks, to do anything else would be counter to his poetic critical realist principles. Possibly.
who travelled by catamaran
this gave him away
so we caught him today
and that is why secondary sense-data is not to be relied upon in the mind independent world.
Janko Jesensky communicated his counter-intelligence triumphs solely through the medium of non-rhyming limericks, to do anything else would be counter to his poetic critical realist principles. Possibly.
"This is awful." Tuka said.
"What?" Malar asked. "Surely it's good news we're catching Allied spies."
"No, I meant the poetry." Tuka clarified.
"Indeed. Bad enough the man's a poet, it now turns out he's not even a very good poet." Tiso agreed, barely restraining himself from reaching for his hip flask.
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Bonus Fact - Critical realism and it's related poetry appear to be terrible. Or at least that portion of it freely available on the internet is. The poetry of Jesensky himself.. well perhaps it just doesn't translate well from Slovak to English so I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. For those who wish to see for themselves his war-poem "Siberian Night" is quite easy to find on google. I can't really recommend it, but then I'm an engineer not a critical realist literary critic, so perhaps I'm missing it's sublime beauty.