10-17-2006, 10:53 PM
Explosive lenses I believe. I don't have the book in front of me at the moment, and I was going by memory, hence the slightly scattered thoughts in the post. Sorry, going by a book I read decades ago, my memories on the issue are ever so slightly sketchy. I may have even got the plutonium numbers wrong, and if I did, I am sure many people here will jump at the chance to correct me. Let them.
Infact, I am almost sure some of my numbers are wrong. Nothing is exact. Very rough figures that I had to coax from the spiderwebby depths of my mind. But I am confident that it is close enough to give you a general idea of the relative simplicity involved.
In fact, I dare say it would be even easier now than it was back then, with the internet and all. You could likely get exact instructions somewhere and anybody with a handful of good working brain cells could figure it out.
Did I mention the right numbers with the plutonium? I'd actually like to know if I did. Memory is getting slightly fuzzier as I get older.
Infact, I am almost sure some of my numbers are wrong. Nothing is exact. Very rough figures that I had to coax from the spiderwebby depths of my mind. But I am confident that it is close enough to give you a general idea of the relative simplicity involved.
In fact, I dare say it would be even easier now than it was back then, with the internet and all. You could likely get exact instructions somewhere and anybody with a handful of good working brain cells could figure it out.
Did I mention the right numbers with the plutonium? I'd actually like to know if I did. Memory is getting slightly fuzzier as I get older.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."