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What Rhod fandom obsesion would be complete without a laboriously and dorkily constructed soundtrack? Just thank mercy that they didn't actually film any of the Bush-centric HH books or you'd be subject to sound clips of McGann talking between tracks. XD

The Hardest Road (HH/WB, .zip, 65 MB, 13 songs in at least 160 CBR)

l/p: scally/wag

m3u playlist

01. Hem - Hollow

so deep in the ground that I'll never thirst again

02. Buddhapest - Bite the Hand Manana

are you brave enough to see?

03. Iron & Wine - Freedom Hangs Like Heaven

your fingers over my face

04. Cat Power - Sea of Love

come with me, my love, to the sea

05. Hem - My Father's Waltz

carried out of the sea on the mast of a man-o-war

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06. 13 & God - Men of Station

men of station, troubled just the same

07. Cat Power - Paths of Victory

your roads of battle lead to paths of victory

08. Paula Cole - Carmen

it must be the acid you swallowed

09. Iron & Wine - In My Lady's House

strange as you are to me

10. Cat Power - Maybe Not

remember one thing: the dream you can see

11. Aimee Mann - The Scientist

nobody said it was easy, but no one ever said it would be so hard.

12. Hem - The Beautiful Sea

leading me into the beautiful sea.

13. Scurrilous extra track: and so I put this on my life



Notes

01. He raised the bucket to his lips, leaning back to balance the weight; and he drank and drank, water slopping in quantities over his chest as he drank, water pouring over his face, until the bucket was empty, and then he put it down with a grin at Bush, his face still dripping water. The very sight of him was enough to make Bush, who had already had one drink from the well, feel consumed with thirst all over again.

Lieutenant Hornblower

02. There were no excuses. The one he had used, that the Service owed him a life after all the perils he had run, was nonsense . . . He was a self-condemned traitor; worse still, he was a plausible one, who had carried through his scheme with deft neatness that marked the born conspirator. That first word he had thought of was the correct one; integrity, and he had lost it. Hornblower mourned over his lost integrity like Niobe over her dead children.

Hornblower and the Hotspur

03. Pellew did not know the full details of the loss of the brig, and might make a false estimate of them even if he did.

"No, sir," said Hornblower. "I think it must have been spontaneous combustion in the paint-locker. I can't account for it otherwise."

Mr. Midshipman Hornblower

04 [I]t says much for Bush's feelings towards Hornblower that in the grey dawn next morning he rolled out of his cot and went up on deck to watch the Retribution, ghost-like under her topsails, and with the lead going in the chains, steal out round the point, wafted along by the land breeze. Bush watched her go; life in the service meant many partings.

Lieutenant Hornblower

05. Here was the house and the well-remembered door. He could hear the echo within as he let the knocker fall, and he turned to help the old man lift off the chests. He put a shilling into the shaky hand and turned back quickly as he heard the door open. Maria was there with a child in her arms. She stood beside the door looking at him without recognition for a long second, and when at last she spoke it was as if she were dazed.

Hornblower and the Atropos

06. "How strange!" said Lady Barbara. She was accustomed to the sturdy self-reliance of her brothers, unloved and unlovable leaders of men, but her insight made her comment only one of politeness — it was not really strange to her.

"Look, ma'am," said Bush, suddenly, dropping his voice.

Hornblower had come up on deck. They could see his face, white in the moonlight.

Beat to Quarters

07. The gunboats were working round cautiously with their sweeps to take up a position under the Sutherland's stern; soon they would be firing their forty-two pounders into her on the water line. Sun and blue sea and blue sky; the grey-green mountains of Spain, the golden beach and white houses of Rosas — Homblower looked round him at them all, despairingly, and it was agony to look.

Another broadside; Hornblower saw two men knocked into a bloody mess at Hooker's side.

Ship of the Line

08. Selecting a course between the golden sandbanks of the river; stepping out overside to haul the boat over when his judgement was incorrect; finding a lonely island on which to camp at night, and cooking supper when one was found; drifting past the gravel dredgers and the rare fishing parties; avoiding conspicuous behaviour while passing towns; there were always trifles to occupy the mind. There were the two nights when it rained, and they all slept huddled together under the shelter of a blanket stretched between willow trees -- there had been a ridiculous pleasure about waking up to find Bush snoring beside him with a protective arm across him.

Flying Colours

09. Bush was a captain and his equal now, as well as his friend, and there was no disciplinary objection to allowing him to know to what shifts he had been put when commissioning the Sutherland. Hornblower laughed a little self-consciously when Bush looked up at him after reading the note.

Flying Colours

10. There might be more brilliant captains available, captains with more brains, but there was only one man that he wanted.

"I'll have Bush," he said, "if he's available."

Commodore Hornblower

11. [T]he loss of Bush coloured all Hornblower's thoughts. He found himself wishing that he had never conceived the plan -- he would rather have stood a siege here in Le Havre and have Bush alive at his side. It was hard to think of a world without Bush in it, of a future where he would never, never see Bush again. People would think the loss of a captain and a hundred and fifty men a small price to pay for robbing Quiot of all his offensive power, but people did not understand.

Lord Hornblower

12. Lieutenant William Bush came on board HMS Renown as she lay at anchor in the Hamoaze and reported himself to the officer of the watch, who was a tall and rather gangling individual with hollow cheeks and a melancholy cast of countenance, whose uniform looked as if it had been put on in the dark and not readjusted since.

"Glad to have you aboard, sir," said the officer of the watch. "My name's Hornblower."

Lieutenant Hornblower