Geniuses don't die. I'm going to live forever.
Salvador Dali, Spanish surrealist master, who died on May 11, 1989, aged 78
I do not take drugs. I am drugs.
Salvador Dali
A yuppie is someone who believes it's courageous to eat in a restaurant that hasn't been reviewed yet.
Mort Sahl, American stand-up comic, born on May 11, 1927
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British Tory Prime Minister Spencer Perceval, the son of the 2nd Earl of Egmont, became the only British leader to be assassinated when he was shot dead in the House of Commons by a deranged bankrupt Liverpudlian businessman, John Bellingham.
Perceval was just entering the lobby of the House when he was shot by John Bellingham, who was hiding behind a door. The PM staggered forward, grasped his chest and called out, "I am murdered! I am murdered!", falling to the Commons floor.
A stunned silence ensued, as MPs looked in disbelief at the mortally wounded Prime Minister, and John Bellingham calmly walked back to his seat where he resumed his place.
On the day of the inquest into the death of Spencer Perceval, Bellingham sent the following letter to his landlady:
Dear Madam : Yesterday midnight I was escorted to this neighbourhood by a noble troop of Light Horse, and delivered into the care of Mr. Newman (by Mr. Taylor the Magistrate and MP) as a state prisoner of the first class. For eight years I have never found my mind so tranquil as since this melancholy but necessary catastrophe, as the merits or demerits of my peculiar case must be regularly unfolded in a criminal court of justice, to ascertain the guilty party, by a jury of my country.
I have to request the favour of you to send me three or four shirts, some cravats, handkerchiefs, night-caps, stockings, etc, out of my drawers, together with comb, soap, toothbrush, with any other trifle which presents itself which you may think I may have occasion for, and enclose them in my leather trunk, and the key, please to send sealed per bearer; also my great-coat, flannel gown, and black waistcoat, which will much oblige. Dear madam, your obedient servant, John Bellingham. To the above please to add the Prayer Book.
At the trial it was clear to all that the assassin was mad, but despite that fact, Bellingham was executed within the week.
A prophetic dream
The night following the assassination, before news of the event could have reached him, the wealthy mining engineer John Williams of Scorrier House, near Redruth, in Cornwall, dreamed three times of the exact circumstances of the assassination, even down to the dress of both protagonists. He told his wife, and the next day told several friends, who all verified the fact later. About six weeks later, Williams went to London and visited the House of Commons with a friend, where he was able to point out the exact positions of the prime minister and his assassin. When Williams died, in April 1841, the Gentleman's Magazine's obituary said "His integrity was proof against all temptation and above all reproach".
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Salvador Dali, Spanish surrealist master, who died on May 11, 1989, aged 78
I do not take drugs. I am drugs.
Salvador Dali
A yuppie is someone who believes it's courageous to eat in a restaurant that hasn't been reviewed yet.
Mort Sahl, American stand-up comic, born on May 11, 1927
Operation Strangelove: Peace Is Our Profession
"Be part of a national anti-war action on May 14. Screen Dr. Strangelove, and raise money for groups still working hard for peace, justice and relief in Iraq.
May 11, 1812 Assassination and a prophetic dream
British Tory Prime Minister Spencer Perceval, the son of the 2nd Earl of Egmont, became the only British leader to be assassinated when he was shot dead in the House of Commons by a deranged bankrupt Liverpudlian businessman, John Bellingham.
Perceval was just entering the lobby of the House when he was shot by John Bellingham, who was hiding behind a door. The PM staggered forward, grasped his chest and called out, "I am murdered! I am murdered!", falling to the Commons floor.
A stunned silence ensued, as MPs looked in disbelief at the mortally wounded Prime Minister, and John Bellingham calmly walked back to his seat where he resumed his place.
On the day of the inquest into the death of Spencer Perceval, Bellingham sent the following letter to his landlady:
Dear Madam : Yesterday midnight I was escorted to this neighbourhood by a noble troop of Light Horse, and delivered into the care of Mr. Newman (by Mr. Taylor the Magistrate and MP) as a state prisoner of the first class. For eight years I have never found my mind so tranquil as since this melancholy but necessary catastrophe, as the merits or demerits of my peculiar case must be regularly unfolded in a criminal court of justice, to ascertain the guilty party, by a jury of my country.
I have to request the favour of you to send me three or four shirts, some cravats, handkerchiefs, night-caps, stockings, etc, out of my drawers, together with comb, soap, toothbrush, with any other trifle which presents itself which you may think I may have occasion for, and enclose them in my leather trunk, and the key, please to send sealed per bearer; also my great-coat, flannel gown, and black waistcoat, which will much oblige. Dear madam, your obedient servant, John Bellingham. To the above please to add the Prayer Book.
At the trial it was clear to all that the assassin was mad, but despite that fact, Bellingham was executed within the week.
A prophetic dream
The night following the assassination, before news of the event could have reached him, the wealthy mining engineer John Williams of Scorrier House, near Redruth, in Cornwall, dreamed three times of the exact circumstances of the assassination, even down to the dress of both protagonists. He told his wife, and the next day told several friends, who all verified the fact later. About six weeks later, Williams went to London and visited the House of Commons with a friend, where he was able to point out the exact positions of the prime minister and his assassin. When Williams died, in April 1841, the Gentleman's Magazine's obituary said "His integrity was proof against all temptation and above all reproach".
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