RPmaniac

The first published study about climate change (that I am aware of-- feel free to point out if there's an older one) is an 1896 paper by Svante Arrhenius. He pointed out the link between the greenhouse effect and changes in atmospheric CO2.

Plate tectonics, which the geoscience community now recognizes as near indisputable, was a fringe theory until about the 1960s.

The mirror replied "To whom?"

"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".

The second time, she says "To the King," and she is pleased to see herself once more.

The third time, she says "To the Royal Advisor," and is once more satisfied to see herself.

The fourth time, she says "To the scribe who takes the King's letters." She is shown the man's wife. And she seethes, but quiets herself, for it is only right that a man loves his wife.

The fifth time, she says "To the Court Wizard," and is shown the man's departed mother as he remembers her from his youth, radiant and smiling and warm and larger than life.

The tenth time, she says "To the Stable Master," and is shown the fastest horse in the stable, majestic and free as the wind even in captivity

"To the baker," she is shown the man's daughter, young and adorable and full of joy and laughter.

"To the artist who did my portrait," she is shown a painting of a woman done by the man's teacher, who he still looks up to now that he is well established himself.

"To the Royal Knight," she is surprised but not displeased to see the castle's entire guard force in the middle of doing drills.

The one hundredth time she asks the mirror, and it asks her "to whom?" she once again says, "To me." And she does the same the one hundred and second, and again and again and again.

This one time I was reading the TV Tropes page of the animated movie Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas, and one characters - evidently simply known as "Rat" - was described as "ambiguously brown" (yes, seriously), with the explanation that he "looks hispanic, but actually speaks italian". Like m8 italians just look like this. Mostly more put-together and dressed more nicely, but I have seen plenty of Italian people straight from Italy who are exactly this colouring.

The rumors relative to Lafayette connecting him with the red flag are denied by his friends in the most emphatic manner. It seems that he neither wreathed the red flag nor the red cap—le bonnet rouge. The poor General sits retired in his house, and weeps over the mournful end of the fête in which he again played a part, as he has done at most popular risings ever since the beginning of the Revolution, always strangely drawn into the popular movement, and with the best intention to keep the people by his presence from too great excesses. He is like the tutor* who accompanied his pupil to the bawdy-houses to see that he at least did not get drunk there; to the taverns, to keep him from gambling; to the gambling houses, to guard him from dueling; but when a duel was unavoidable—why then the good old gentleman served as his second. *"Er gleicht dem Hofmeister." The French version adds— "de ma connaissance." —Translator.

("French Affairs," trans. Charles Godfrey Leland)

Heine is responding to reports of a mysterious figure who is alleged to have raised a red banner embroidered with "Liberty or Death" at Lamarque's funeral on June 5, 1832. Given Lafayette's international outlook, it seems only fitting that after dodging so many assassination attempts, he should utterly be pinned by a German.