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ABOARD CCGS SIR WILFRID LAURIER—The long-lost Franklin wreck has so many stories to tell after some 160 years on the bottom that even seasoned underwater archeologists have trouble taking it all in.

The divers got their second close look Thursday, their last until next year at a site so rich…

*background fangirling intensifies*

Excuse me, I need to calm my husband down.

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ABOARD CCGS SIR WILFRID LAURIER—Underwater archeologists made their first dive on the newly discovered Franklin Expedition shipwreck Wednesday, raising hopes the world will soon know the historic vessel’s identity.

“The most incredible thing we’ve ever seen,” Marc-Andre Bernier, head of Parks…

I heard Tooky fan girl screaming somewhere in the background.

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Tributes have been paid to the top archaeologist who helped bring closure to the anguished families of Northern Ireland’s Disappeared.

John McIlwaine, a forensic archaeologist with the University of Bradford, died suddenly last night at the age of 49.

The academic, who grew up in Portadown,…

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming.”

I find myself thinking about Yeats’ “rough beast” a lot of late. Yeats thought a shared apocalypse was nigh. But it seems to the beast comes for us one at a time.

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