Lool, one thing I love about this show is the number of times I can predict what's coming because people are so in character with their historical selves.
Fritz: *is playing the flute* Official: *approaches* Me: Don't interrupt him! Official: Your Majesty, an urgent message. Russia has declared war on Prussia! Fritz: I told you not to disturb me with trifles when I'm playing. Me: Told you! Official: *huge OMGWTF look* Me: No, but seriously, official dude, that was predictable.
Mind you, I experienced this a couple days ago with an actualfax biography, of one of his generals.
Fritz: *gets thrown by his horse during a military review* Me: Pretty sure the right move now is everyone pretend nothing happened. Me: *waits for the explosion when someone ignores my advice* New guy: OMG, should we call the surgeon? Surely we should we go help him! General Seydlitz: No. We pretend nothing happened. New guy: But what if he's injured?! We can't just leave the King lying on the ground, that's not a thing! General Seydlitz: No, see, he's getting up. He's fine. He won't thank us for going over there. New guy: Okay, but...should we bring him another horse? His seems to have run away. General Seydlitz: Look at the experienced general on the horse next to him. Observe how he is pretending nothing happened. Observe how there is a unanimous conspiracy of LALALA NOTHING TO SEE HERE going on. Capiche? Fritz: *stands on the ground watching the review through his spyglass* Everyone: *looks the other way* 15 minutes later... Some guy: *finally brings Fritz his runaway horse so he can get back on* General Seydlitz: You have now been inducted into Fritz's army, New Guy. I hope you were paying attention. Me: Wow, people who had to live with Fritz actually knew him as well as I do! At least some of them, some of the time.
(I wasn't actually expecting them to pretend nothing happened, because so many times I read anecdotes where people don't, and it ends badly, which is how I formed my opinion about what the right move would be--well, that plus a smidgen of neuropsychology. I was tickled pink to see it actually work out when tried.)
Re: FW and Voltaire are the reason we can't have nice things
Fritz: *is playing the flute*
Official: *approaches*
Me: Don't interrupt him!
Official: Your Majesty, an urgent message. Russia has declared war on Prussia!
Fritz: I told you not to disturb me with trifles when I'm playing.
Me: Told you!
Official: *huge OMGWTF look*
Me: No, but seriously, official dude, that was predictable.
Mind you, I experienced this a couple days ago with an actualfax biography, of one of his generals.
Fritz: *gets thrown by his horse during a military review*
Me: Pretty sure the right move now is everyone pretend nothing happened.
Me: *waits for the explosion when someone ignores my advice*
New guy: OMG, should we call the surgeon? Surely we should we go help him!
General Seydlitz: No. We pretend nothing happened.
New guy: But what if he's injured?! We can't just leave the King lying on the ground, that's not a thing!
General Seydlitz: No, see, he's getting up. He's fine. He won't thank us for going over there.
New guy: Okay, but...should we bring him another horse? His seems to have run away.
General Seydlitz: Look at the experienced general on the horse next to him. Observe how he is pretending nothing happened. Observe how there is a unanimous conspiracy of LALALA NOTHING TO SEE HERE going on. Capiche?
Fritz: *stands on the ground watching the review through his spyglass*
Everyone: *looks the other way*
15 minutes later...
Some guy: *finally brings Fritz his runaway horse so he can get back on*
General Seydlitz: You have now been inducted into Fritz's army, New Guy. I hope you were paying attention.
Me: Wow, people who had to live with Fritz actually knew him as well as I do! At least some of them, some of the time.
(I wasn't actually expecting them to pretend nothing happened, because so many times I read anecdotes where people don't, and it ends badly, which is how I formed my opinion about what the right move would be--well, that plus a smidgen of neuropsychology. I was tickled pink to see it actually work out when tried.)