A Bit More Detail

• blogTO notes the 1970s, when Yonge around Queen was under reconstruction.


• The Broadside Blog's Caitlin Kelly talks about her writing life in New York City.


• The Crux considers: Neandertal or Neanderthal?


• Dangerous Minds notes the new Laibach app.


• The Dragon's Gaze looks at evaporating hot Jupiter HD 209458b.


• The Dragon's Tales notes Russia's planned reduction of its crew on the International Space Station.


• Joe. My. God. notes the reactions of the Trump camp to Hillary's alt-right speech.


• Language Hat links to a paper examining the transition from classical to modern Arabic.


• Marginal Revolution considers the economics of durable art.


• The Russian Demographics Blog looks at post-Soviet patterns of migration and examines the ethnic composition of Georgia circa 1926.


• Une heure de peine reports on a new French series on sociology in comic book format.


• The Volokh Conspiracy considers the legal question of a head transplant.


• Window on Eurasia notes the violent rivalries of the two Donbas republics and looks at a refugee-prompted restricted movement zone on Russia's frontier with Norway.

"Sympathy for the Devil" was written by singer Mick Jagger and guitarist Keith Richards, though the song was largely a Jagger composition. Early inspirations led the Stones toward a more folk music sound, with Jagger saying in a 1995 interview with Rolling Stone, "I think that was taken from an old idea of Baudelaire's, I think, but I could be wrong. Sometimes when I look at my Baudelaire books, I can't see it in there. But it was an idea I got from French writing. And I just took a couple of lines and expanded on it. I wrote it as sort of like a Bob Dylan song." In actuality the lyrics were inspired by Mikhail Bulgakov's novel The Master and Margarita.

Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah