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Guess how they “find” all those “ancient” bones?

In the age of sail, navies did maintain forests for building future ships. Often trees were specifically grown into shapes needed for strongly curved parts of the hull, because bending of large timbers was difficult to impossible, and parts built up out of multiple timbers were always weaker than single timbers in the right shape. If you wanted to severely limit an enemy’s future capability to project power, all you had to do was to set fire to their naval lumber stockpiles and uproot their naval forests.

Highly depends on the place. There are countries where remnants of medieval customs around commons have become modern law, allowing people (usually residents of the community to which the forest belongs) to gather fallen branches as firewood in public forests. In some places this even goes so far that communities have to make a certain percentage of the wood harvested from their public forests available to their residents for free.

Platon would challenge you to a fist fight if you happened to disagree with him, though. Very compelling argument, but I’m not perfectly sure that this is fair.

Lads, it’s time for some diplomacy!

calls gunboat crew to action stations

Oh yes, quince is also a good ingredient for apple cider. Unfortunately not easy to get these days. If you can get your hands on some, they also can be made into excellent jam.

If you can get your hands on pears, add pears to the apples, at a ratio of about 1/4.

In a barrel?

Did you mean: “Out in the open right in the middle of market square?”

Plato did also occasionally convince people of his arguments by challenging them to a boxing match.

The term “Panzerschokolade” was actually just a euphemism the troops issued them used for their Pervitin pills, because they were so available you could gobble them down like some candy.

It was a part of Roman triumph, where the triumphant general was paraded around Rome dressed up as a god on an ornate chariot drawn by four horses at the head of his army. Behind the triumphator, there was a slave whose sole job was to remind him of his mortality by whispering into his ear that he was still a mere mortal.