Rorschach from the Watchmen:
“…new Dr. Manhattan spin-off fabric. Viscous fluids between two layers latex, heat and pressure sensitive.
“Black and white moving. Changing shape … But not mixing. No gray.
“Very, very beautiful.
As the ferocious battle wound down and enemy troops surrendered or retreated a wounded German soldier limped out of the maelstrom and into Private Tandey’s line of fire, the battle weary man never raised his rifle and just stared at Tandey resigned to the inevitable. “I took aim but couldn’t shoot a wounded man,” said Tandey, “so I let him go.” 
The young German soldier nodded in thanks and the two men took diverging paths, that day and in history. Hitler retreated with the remnants of German troops and ended up in Germany, where he languished in the humiliation of defeat at wars end.
Some things seem like a good idea at the time…
The article seems to say contradictory things about the role of biofilms.
As I understand it though, the ancestor of Yersinia Pestis had a set of genes which produced a biofilm that allowed it to survive in the lower intestine of fleas. A mutation then occurred, stripping the bacteria of its ability to make this particular biofilm.
Instead, it produced a different kind of biofilm, which permitted it to survive in the upper GI tract – increasing the chances that the bacteria would be transmitted via flea bites.
Which reminds me of History Teachers‘ Black Death (based on “Hollaback Girl” by Gwen Stefani):
Customer: Mr. Earp, would you mind signing an autograph for me, sir? My wife’s not gonna believe this.
Curly Bill: [snatches autograph and throws it on the faro table] Wyatt Earp, huh? I heard of you.
Ike Clanton: Listen now, Mr. Kansas Law Dog. Law don’t go around here. Savvy?
Wyatt Earp: I’m retired.
Curly Bill: Good. That’s real good. [places a bet on the faro table]
Ike Clanton: Yeah. Yeah, that’s real good, Mr. Law Dog, ’cause law just don’t go around here.
Wyatt Earp: Yeah, I heard you the first time. [flips a card] Winner to the King, five hundred dollars.
Curly Bill: [Surprised & pleased at winning $500] Shut up, Ike.
Johnny Ringo: You must be Doc Holliday.
Doc Holliday: [coughs while sweating profusely from his tuberculosis] That’s the rumor.
Johnny Ringo: You retired too?
Doc Holliday: Not me. I’m in my prime.
Johnny Ringo: Yeah, you look it.
Doc Holliday: You must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him?
Kate: You don’t even know him.
Doc Holliday: No, that’s true, but I don’t know, there’s just something about him. Something around the eyes. I don’t know, reminds me of…me! No. I’m sure of it, I hate him.
Wyatt Earp: [to Ringo] He’s drunk.
Doc Holliday: In vino veritas. [literally: “In wine is truth.” Here he means, “When I’m drinking, I speak my mind.”]
Johnny Ringo: Age quod agis. [literally: “Do what you do.” Meaning: “Do what you do best.”]
Doc Holliday: Credat Judaeus apella, non ego. [literally: “The Jew Apella may believe it, not I.” Meaning: “I don’t believe drinking is what I do best.”]
Johnny Ringo: [pats his gun] Eventus stultorum magister. [literally: “Events are the teachers of fools.” Meaning: “Fools have to learn by experience.”]
Doc Holliday: In pace requiescat. [literally: “Rest in peace.” Meaning: “It’s your funeral!”]
Marshal Fred White: Come on boys. We don’t want any trouble in here. Not in any language.
Doc Holliday: [To Kate] That’s Latin, darling. Evidently Mr. Ringo is an educated man. Now I really hate him.
Johnny Ringo: [pulls gun]
Curly Bill: Watch it Johnny, I hear he’s real fast.
For this—Donetsk, Slavyansk, Kramatorsk—is what a land without nationalism actually looks like: corrupt, anarchic, full of rent-a-mobs and mercenaries. For the most part, the men in balaclavas who have assaulted Ukrainian state institutions under the leadership of Russian commandos are not nationalists; they are people who will do the bidding of whichever political force pays best or promises most. And although they are a small minority, the majority does not oppose them. On the contrary, the majority is watching the battle passively and seems prepared to take whichever government they get.
I kinda like the idea of spending a minute sitting down for a minute after packing a suitcase for a trip.
Crowd Member: He just killed a man!
Wyatt Earp: He’ll stand trial for it. Now get back! Move!
Ike Clanton: Turn him loose!
Billy Clanton: He said to turn loose of him.
Wyatt Earp: I’m not. So go home.
Ike Clanton: I swear to God, Law Dog: you don’t step aside, we’ll tear you apart.
Wyatt Earp: [points gun at Ike’s head] Alright, you die first, then. Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe – you understand me?
Billy Clanton: He’s bluffin’. Let’s rush him.
Ike Clanton: No. He ain’t bluffin’.
Wyatt Earp: You’re not as stupid as you look, Ike. Now tell ‘em to get back.
Ike Clanton: Go on now, get back. Go on! Billy! He’ll kill me.
Doc Holliday: And you, music-lover. You’re next.
Billy Clanton: Huh. Drunk piano player. You’re so drunk, you can’t hit nothin’. In fact, you’re probably seein’ double. [draws knife]
Doc Holliday: I have two guns: one for each of ya!