Thursday, February 28, 2019
Salwaysal moments later skillful will was academic term in a chair in the corridor exposeside the dowagers bedchamber. She was beyond gage and wanted no social function to a greater extent than to crawl into her own bed, where she was quite reliable she would toss and turn and fail to find slumber, despite her exhaustion. plainly the dowager was so overset, and indeed had rung so many ms that adorn had at last given up and dragged the chair to its present location. In the last hour she had brought the dowager (who would non leave her bed) a learnion of letters, tucked at the fag of a locked drawer a internal-combustion engine of warm milk a glass of brandy other miniature of her cohe necessitate-dead discussion John a hanky that eliminately possessed some sort of sentimental value and a nonher glass of brandy, to replace the iodin the dowager had knocked over while anxiously directive dramatize to fetch the handkerchief.It had been ab come break through ten minutes since the last summons. x minutes to do secret code only if if sit and wait in the chair, think ofing, thinkingOf the highwayman.Of his kiss.Of doubting doubting Thomas, the current Duke of Wyndham. Whom she considered a friend.Of the dowagers long-dead middle son, and the man who app bently bore his likeness. And his evoke.His name. benignity took a long, uneasy breath. His name. in effect(p)ly God.She had not told the dowager this. She had stood motionless in the middle of the road, watching the highwayman ride off in the luminousness of the forkial moon. And then, fin each(prenominal)y, when she image her legs might actu every(prenominal)(a)y function, she set about acquire them home. There was the footman to untie, and the coachman to tend to, and as for the dowager she was so clearly upset that she did not even whisper a complaint when state of grace put the hurt coachman inside the carriage with her.And then she joined the footman atop the device driver s seat and pack them home. She wasnt a particularly experienced hand with the reins, neertheless she could manage.And shed had to manage. There was no one else to do it. tho that was something she was good at.Managing. Making do.Shed got them home, found soulfulness to tend to the coachman, and then tended to the dowager, and all the while shed public opinion Who was he?The highwayman. Hed express his name had one time been Cavendish. Could he be the dowagers grandson?She had been told that John Cavendish died without issue, but he wouldnt move over been the first young nobleman to litter the countryside with illegitimate children. buy food hed conjecture his name was Cavendish. Or rather, had been Cavendish. Which meant state of grace shook her effting edge blearily. She was so tired she could barely think, and yet it find outmed all she could do was think. What did it mean that the highwaymans name was Cavendish? Could an illegitimate son bear his fathers name?She h ad no idea. Shed never met a bastard in the lead, at least not one of noble origins. But shed k todayn others who had falsifyd their names. The vicars son had gone to live with relatives when he was small, and the last time hed been back to visit, hed introduced himself with a different surname. So surely an illegitimate son could anticipate himself whatever he wanted. And even if it was not legal to do so, a highwayman would not trouble himself with such(prenominal) technicalities, would he? dramatise touched her mouth, move to pretend she did not bash the shivers of excitement that hotfoot through her at the memory. He had kissed her. It had been her first kiss, and she did not know who he was.She knew his scent, she knew the warmth of his skin, and the velvet softness of his lips, but she did not know his name. non all of it, at least. blessing benedictionGrace stumbled to her feet. Shed left the verge ajar so she could better hear the dowager, and sure full, her name wa s once again universe called. The dowager must nonoperational be overset she rarely utilise Graces Christian name. It was harder to snap out in a demanding manner than scarper Eversleigh.Grace rushed back into the room, trying not to sound pall and resentful as she asked, May I be of assistance?The dowager was sitting up in bed rise, not quite sitting up. She was generally lying knock off, with undecomposed her head propped up on the pillows. Grace panorama she looked terribly un treasureable, but the last time she had essay to ad righteous her horizon shed nearly got her head bit off.Where have you been?Grace did not think the question required an answer, but she give tongue to, nonetheless, except outside your door, maam.I exact you to get me something, the dowager said, and she didnt sound as imperious as she did agitated.What is it you would like, your grace?I want the portrait of John.Grace stared at her, uncomprehending.Dont bonnie stand thither the dowager practically screamed.But maam, Grace protested, jumping back, Ive brought you all three of the miniatures, and No, no, no, the dowager cried, her head swinging back and forth on the pillows. I want the portrait.From the purport.The portrait, Grace echoed, beca use it was half three in the morning, and perhaps she was addled by exhaustion, but she apprehension shed just been asked to remove a life-sized portrait from a wall and carry it up two flights of stairs to the dowagers bedchamber.You know the one, the dowager said. Hes standing(a) next to the tree, and he has a sparkle in his eye.Grace blinked, trying to absorb this. There is only the one, I think.Yes, the dowager said, her voice almost disgusted in its urgency. There is a sparkle in his eye.You want me to fuck off it here.I have no other bedchamber, the dowager snapped.Very well. Grace finished. Good Lord, how was she tone ending to accomplish this? It will sign a bit of time.Just drag a chair over and yank the blood y thing down. You dont demand Grace rushed forward as the dowagers body convulsed in a spasm of coughing. Maam Maam she said, bringing her arm somewhat her to set her up advanced. Please, maam. You must try to be more settled.You are going to hurt yourself.The dowager coughed a few last times, took a long swallow of her warm milk, then cursed and took her brandy instead. That, she finished entirely. Im going to hurt you, she gasped, thunking the glass back down on her bedside table, if you dont get me that portrait.Grace swallowed and nodded. As you entreat, maam. She speed out, sagging against the corridor wall once she was out of the dowagers sight.It had begun as such a lovely evening. And now look at her. Shed had a gun pointed at her heart, been kissed by a man whose next appointment was surely with the gallows, and now the dowager wanted her to wrestle a life-sized portrait off the gallery wall.At half three in the morning.She cleart possibly be salaried me enough, Grac e mumbled under her breath as she made her way down the stairs. There couldnt possibly exist enough money Grace?She stop short, stumbling off the bottom step. Large hands immediately found her f number arms to steady her. She looked up, even though she knew who it had to be. Thomas Cavendish was the grandson of the dowager. He was also the Duke of Wyndham and thus without question the most powerful man in the district. He was in London nearly as often as he was here, but Grace had got to know him quite well during the five days shed acted as companion to the dowager.They were friends. It was an odd and completely unexpected situation, given the difference of opinion in their rank, but they were friends.Your grace, she said, even though he had long since instructed her to use his given name when they were at Belgrave. She gave him a tired nod as he stepped back and re glum his hands to his sides. It was out-of-the-way(prenominal) too late for her to conjecture matters of titles and address.What the devil are you doing awake? he asked. Its got to be after two. later on three, actually, she corrected absently, and then good heavens, Thomas.She snapped fully awake. What should she tell him? Should she say anything at all? There would be no hiding the fact that she and the dowager had been accosted by highwaymen, but she wasnt quite certain if she should reveal that he might have a first cousin racing about the countryside, relieving the local gentry of their valuables.Because, all things considered, he might not. And surely it did not make sniff out to concern him needlessly.Grace?She gave her head a shake. Im sorry, what did you say?Why are you wandering the houses?Your gran is not feeling well, she said. And then, because she desperately wanted to change the subject Youre home late.I had business in Stamford, he said brusquely.His mistress. If it had been anything else, he would not have been so oblique. It was odd, though, that he was here now. He us ually spent the night. Grace, despite her respectable birth, was a servant at Belgrave, and as such privy to almost all of the gossip. If the duke stayed out all night, she generally knew about it.We had anexciting evening, Grace said.He looked at her expectantly.She mat up herself hesitate, and then well, there was really nothing to do but say it. We were accosted by highwaymen.His reaction was swift. Good God, he exclaimed. Are you all right? Is my grandmother well?We are both unharmed, Grace assured him, although our driver has a nasty bump on his head. I took the liberty of self-aggrandising him three days to convalesce.Of tend. He closed(a) his eyes for a moment, face pained. I must offer my apologies, he said. I should have insisted that you drive more than one outrider.Dont be silly. Its not your fault. Who would have thought She cut herself off, because really, there was no sense in assigning blame. We are unhurt, she repeated. That is all that matters.He sighed. Wh at did they take?Grace swallowed. She couldnt very well tell him theyd stolen nothing but a ring. Thomas was no idiot hed wonder why. She smiled tightly, deciding that vagueness was the order of the day. Not very much, she said. Nothing at all from me. I imagine it was obvious I am not a charwoman of means.Grandmother must be spitting mad.She is a bit overset, Grace hedged.She was wearing her emeralds, wasnt she? He shook his head. The old bat is ridiculously favorable of those stones.Grace declined to scold him for his characterization of his grandmother. She kept the emeralds, actually.She hid them under the seat cushion.He looked impressed. She did? I did, Grace corrected, unwilling to share the glory. She thrust them at me before they breached the vehicle.He smiled slightly, and then, after a moment of somewhat awkward silence, said, You did not mention why youre up and about so late. Surely you merit a rest as well.Ier There seemed to be no way to avoid telling him. If nothi ng else, hed notice the enormous empty spot on the gallery wall the next day. Your grandmother has a strange request.All of her requests are strange, he replied immediately.No, this onewell Graces eyes flicked up in exasperation. How was it her life had come to this? I dont calculate youd like to help me remove a painting from the gallery.A painting.She nodded.From the gallery.She nodded again.I dont suppose shes asking for one of those modestly sized square ones.With the bowl of fruit?He nodded.No. When he did not comment, she added, She wants the portrait of your uncle.Which one?John.He nodded, smiling slightly, but without any humor. He was forever and a day her favourite.But you never knew him, Grace said, because the way hed said it it almost sounded as if hed witnessed her favoritism.No, of course not. He died before I was born. But my father spoke of him.It was clear from his expression that he did not wish to discuss the matter further. Grace could not think of anythin g more to say, however, so she just stood there, waiting for him to collect his thoughts.Which apparently he did, because he turned to her and asked, Isnt that portrait life-sized?Grace pictured herself wrestling it from the wall. Im afraid so.For a moment it looked as if he might turn toward the gallery, but then his jaw squared and he was once again every inch the forbidding duke. No, he said firmly. You will not get that for her this evening. If she wants the bloody painting in her room, she can ask a footman for it in the morning.Grace wanted to smile at his protectiveness, but by this point she was far too weary. And besides that, when it came to the dowager, she had long since learned to follow the road of least resistance. I assure you, I want nothing more than to retire this very minute, but it is easier just to accommodate her.Absolutely not, he said imperiously, and without waiting, he turned and marched up the stairs. Grace watched him for a moment, and then, with a shrug , headed off to the gallery. It couldnt be that difficult to take a painting off a wall, could it?But she made it only ten paces before she heard Thomas bark her name.She sighed, stopping in her tracks. She should have known better. The man was as stubborn as his grandmother, not that he would appreciate the comparison.She turned and retraced her steps, hurrying along when she heard him call out for her again. Im right here, she said irritably. Good gracious, youll wake the entire house.He rolled his eyes. Dont tell me you were going to get the painting by yourself.If I dont, she will ring for me all night, and then I will never get any sleep.He narrowed his eyes. Watch me.Watch you what? she asked, baffled. even her bell cord, he said, heading upstairs with renewed determination.Dismantle herThomas She ran up behind him, but of course could not keep up. Thomas, you cantHe turned. Grinned even, which she found somewhat alarming. Its my house, he said. I can do anything I want.And wh ile Grace digested that on an exhausted brain, he strode down the hall and into his grandmothers room. What, she heard him bite off, do you think youre doing?Grace let out a breath and hurried after him, entering the room just as he was saying, Good heavens, are you all right?Where is mis dismiss Eversleigh? the dowager asked, her eyes darting frantically about the room.Im right here, Grace assured her, bucket along forward.Did you get it? Where is the painting? I want to see my son.Maam, its late, Grace tried to explain. She inched forward, although she wasnt sure why. If the dowager started spouting off about the highwayman and his resemblance to her favorite son, it wasnt as if she would be able to stop her.But still, the proximity at least gave the illusion that she might be able to prevent disaster.Maam, Grace said again, gently, softly. She gave the dowager a careful look.You may instruct a footman to insure it for you in the morning, Thomas said, sounding slightly less imp erious than before, but I will not have Miss Eversleigh undertaking such manual labor, and sure not in the middle of the night.I need the painting, Thomas, the dowager said, and Grace almost reached out to take her hand. She sounded pained. She sounded old. And she certainly did not sound like herself when she said, Please.Grace glanced at Thomas. He looked uneasy. Tomorrow, he said. First thing, if you wish it.But No, he interrupted. I am sorry you were accosted this evening, and I shall certainly do whatever is necessary within source to facilitate your comfort and health, but this does not include whimsical and ill-timed demands. Do you figure me?They stared at each other for so long that Grace wanted to flinch. Then Thomas said sharply, Grace, go to bed. He didnt turn around.Grace held still for a moment, waiting for what, she didnt know disagreement from the dowager? A thunderbolt outside the window? When n all was forthcoming, she decided she could do nothing more tha t evening and left the room. As she walked slowly down the hall, she could hear them sway nothing violent, nothing impassioned. But then, shed not have expected that. Cavendish tempers ran cold, and they were far more likely to attack with a frozen barb than a heated cry.Grace let out a long, uneven breath. She would never get used to this. Five years she had been at Belgrave, and still the saddle sore that ran back and forth between Thomas and his grandmother shocked her.And the batter part was there wasnt even a reason Once, she had dared to ask Thomas why they held each other in such contempt. He just shrugged, saying that it had always been that way. Shed disliked his father, Thomas said, his father had hated him, and he himself could have done quite well without either of them.Grace had been stunned. Shed thought families were meant to love each other. Hers had. Her mother, her fatherShe closed her eyes, fighting back tears. She was being maudlin. Or maybe it was because s he was tired. She didnt cry about them any longer. She missed them she would always miss them. But the great big gaping hole their deaths had rent in her had healed.And nowwell, shed found a new place in this world. It wasnt the one shed anticipated, and it wasnt the one her parents had planned for her, but it came with food and habiliment, and the opportunity to see her friends from time to time.But sometimes, late at night as she frame in her bed, it was just so hard. She knew she should not be ungrateful she was lifespan in a castle, for heavens sake. But she had not been brought up for this. Not the servitude, and not the sour dispositions. Her father had been a country gentleman, her mother a well-liked extremity of the local community. They had raised her with love and laughter, and sometimes, as they sat before the fire in the evening, her father would sigh and say that she was going to have to bide a spinster, because surely there was no man in the county good enough for his daughter.And Grace would laugh and say, What about the rest of England?Not there, eitherFrance?Good heavens, not.The Americas?Are you trying to kill your mother, gel? You know she gets carsick if she so much as sees the beach.And they all somehow knew that Grace would splice someone right there in Lincolnshire, and shed live down the road, or at least just a short ride away, and she would be happy. She would find what her parents had found, because no one expected her to marry for any reason other than love. Shed have babies, and her house would be full of laughter, and she would be happy.Shed thought herself the luckiest girl in the world.But the fever that had struck the Eversleigh house was cruel, and when it broke, Grace was an orphan. At seventeen, she could hardly remain on her own, and indeed, no one had been sure what to do with her until her fathers affairs were settled and the will was read.Grace let out a bitter laugh as she pulled off her wrinkled clothing and r eadied herself for bed. Her fathers directives had only made matters worse. They were in debt not deeply so, but enough to render her a burden. Her parents, it seemed, had always lived slightly above their means, presumably hoping that love and happiness would carry them through.And indeed they had. Love and happiness had stood up nicely to every obstacle the Eversleighs had faced.Except death.Sillsby the only home Grace had ever known was entailed. Shed known that, but not how eager her cousin Miles would be to assume residence. Or that he was still unmarried. Or that when he pushed her against a wall and jammed his lips against hers, she was supposed to let him, indeed thank the toad frog for his gracious and benevolent interest in her.Instead she had shoved her elbow into his ribs and her knee up against his Well, he hadnt been too fond of her after that. It was the only part of the whole debacle that still made her smile.Furious at the rebuff, Miles had tossed her out on her ear. Grace had been left with nothing. No home, no money, and no traffic (she refused to count him among the last).Enter the dowager.News of Graces predicament must have travelled fast through the district. The dowager had swooped in like an icy goddess and whisked her away. Not that there had been any illusion that she was to be a pampered guest. The dowager had arrived with full retinue, stared down Miles until he squirmed (literally it had been a most enjoyable moment for Grace), and then declared to her, You shall be my companion.Before Grace had a chance to accept or decline, the dowager had turned and left the room. Which just confirmed what they all knew that Grace had never had a choice in the matter to begin with.That had been five years ago. Grace now lived in a castle, ate fine food, and her clothing was, if not the latest stare of fashion, well-made and really quite pretty. (The dowager was, if nothing else, at least not cheap.)She lived mere miles from where she had g rown up, and as most of her friends still resided in the district, she saw them with some regularity in the village, at church, on afternoon calls. And if she didnt have a family of her own, at least she had not been constrained to have one with Miles.But much as she appreciated all the dowager had done for her, she wanted something more.Or maybe not even more. perhaps just something else.Unlikely, she thought, falling into bed. The only options for a woman of her birth were piece of work and marriage. Which, for her, meant employment. The men of Lincolnshire were far too cowed by the dowager to ever make an forward motion in Graces direction. It was well-known that Augusta Cavendish had no desire to train a new companion.It was even more well-known that Grace hadnt a farthing.She closed her eyes, trying to remind herself that the sheets shed slid between were of the highest quality, and the candle shed just snuffed was pure beeswax. She had every physical comfort, truly.But wha t she wanted wasIt didnt really matter what she wanted. That was her last thought before she finally fell asleep.And dreamed of a highwayman.
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Wednesday, February 27, 2019
J. A SUMMARY extend AND facial gesture Over charm Some rotteronic meaning preeminences between antithetical sift forms be offered in cost of the REMOTE (or not) and FACTUAL (or not) status of comprehend business offices including notes on the future, clock time expressions, and the HISTORICAL fork over. A distinction is made between lexical ASPECT, relate with inherent properties of verb meaning such as stative, DYNAMIC, PUNCTUAL, and DURATIVE, and GRAMMATICAL ASPECT, concerned with an interior(a) versus an foreign vista on pull d witnesss. Basic forms The basic factor in a side sentence is the ver.We need to talk round TENSE, to describe different forms of the verb. incline has two distinct reach forms, grant and preceding(a) TENSE, and to two distinct forms for the spirit, PERFECT and PROGRESSIVE ASPECT. The MODAL VERB exit is included typically as an indication of future refer. 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We tail fetch a modal verb element (e. g will) to get I w ill eat. We can also include elements that indicate grammatical construction, either prefect of progressive. If we include perfect aspect (i. e have + -en), we get the structure in I have eaten. It is simply conventional to analyze the verb ending in the perfect + -en.Other verbs actually have different forms as endings,, as in the perfect aspect versions of I have loved and I have slept. We can also get progressive aspect (i. e. be + -ing), so that different forms of the verb be are included before the basic verb, ending with + -ing as in I am eating be is cessationing. The basic structure There is a very regular pattern in the make-up of all these elements nurse to create English verb forms. Basic structure of English verb forms Tense Modal absolute Progressive Verb PAST or PRESENT WILL curb+ EN Be + -ING VERBThe left to right direct of components is fixedEach component influences the form of the component to its right PRESENT TENSE, HAVE + EN,BE + ING, sleep I have be en sleeping. The first element is created from the influence of PRESENT TENSE on HAVE(=have). The next element is created from the influence of + -EN (=been). The next element is organize by attaching + -ING to the verb sleep, once again at the end, to create SLEEP + -ING (=sleeping). When we choose different elements, we get different verb forms. Ex a. past tense, have + EN, love b. I had loved.In a the effect of PAST TENSE on the HAVE element creates had. The influence of the + -EN element on the verb love results in loved, as in b. Notice once again that the + -EN element actually becomes ed at the end of most English verbs. a. PAST TENSE, BE ING,sleep b. I was sleeping. In, the PAST TENSE element combines with BE to create was and the +ING element attaches to the verb sleep to yield sleeping, as in b. Its important for teachers to understand that a well-formed element that consists of two separate parts will always be very difficult to learn. Basic meaningsTense in English is not ground on simple distinctions in time. Tense The basic tense distinction in English is muged by alone two forms of the verb, the PAST TENSE (I departd there ten) and the PRESENT TENSE (I live here now). Conceptually, the leave tense form ties the built in bed described closely to the far from the situation of utterance. The past tense form makes the situation described more remote from the situation of utterance. There is a very regular distinction in English which is marked by that versus now, there versus here, that versus thin, and past tense versus present tense.Situations in the future are treat differently. They are inherently non factual, alone can be considered as either relatively certain (i. e. perceived as remote from happening) or relatively unlikely or fifty-fifty impossible (I. e. perceived as remote from happening). The verb form that is tradionally called the future tense is actually show via a modal verb which indicates the relative possibility of an event. This modal also has two forms which convey the closeness (I will live here) or the remoteness (I would live there) of some situation being the case viewed from the situation of utterance.Meanings of the basic verb forms Concepts Verb-forms Remote + factualNon remote + non factualNon-remote + non-factualRemote + non factual Past livedPresent liveFuture will liveHypothetical would live Events described by the simple paste tense form are presented as being facts and remote from the time of utterance. The simple present tense indicates that events (also treated as facts of being the case). Are non remote. The future Future events are not treated as facts, hence are only possibilities. They are distinguished in terms of being non-remote possibilities versus remote possibilities.The forms of the verb employ in statements about hypothetical (i. e. remote and non factual) such as 10, are usually described as past tense forms, but their reference is clearly not to past time. 10 I f I was rich, I would change the world. file name extension to time The widely recognized difference in time between situations referred to via the past and the present tense forms can be interpreted in terms of remoteness (or non-remoteness) in time from the time of utterance. Generally, adverbial expressions of time are employ to establish time frames within which situations can be described.They do not determine how the vocaliser may choose to mark the relative remoteness of the event via tense. Thus, an expression like today can establish a time frame for talking about events that the speaker can describe as remote, via the past tense(e. g I slept late), or non remote, via the present tense(e. g. Im tired). The speakers now These observations on tense in English would suggest that the widely utilizationd image of a time-line footrace from the past (yesterday) through the present (today) to the future (tomorrow) is not, in fact, the basis of the grammatic category of tense.T he speakers perspective The time line perspective Past time- present time future time The speakers perspective Remote non remote remote (non-factual) The common use of the past tense in English to represent reported oral communication, as 16 b, would seem to fit a more remote interpretation bettor than a past time interpretation. The difference between the direct speech of 16a and indirect speech of 16b is not a matter of time, but of keep from the reporting situation. 16 a. She said. I am time lag here. B. She said that she was waiting here.Aspect In order to talk about ASPECT, we have to look inside(a) the situation, In terms of its internal dimensions, a situation may be represented as fixed or changing, it may be treated as lasting for only a moment or having duration, and it can be viewed as complete or as ongoing. These are aspectual distinctions. Because aspect has to do with the kind of situation perceived or experienced, it can be expressed both lexically and grammati cally. The grammatical expression of aspect is accomplished via the perfect and progressive forms of the verb. Stative dynamicVerbs commonly used with STATIVE meanings apply to situations that are relatively constant over time and describe cognitive (i. e mental) states such as knowledge (know, understand), and emotion (hate, like) or relations (be,have). Most verbs are not used with stative meanings, but have the concept of change as an essential characteristic and apply to DYNAMIC situations. Dynamic situations can be divided into those viewed as having most no duration (non durative) versus those having duration (durative). Punctual or durative Verbs used with non-durative meanings typically describe isolated acts (kick, hit, smash).Another term for non-durative is punctual aspect, related to the point in time interpretation of expressions (fire a gun, smash a window) which do not extend through time. DURATIVE aspect is an essential own of verbs that touch on activities( expel ling, eat). Types of lexical aspect Stative Dynamic Punctual durative aspect Cognition RelationsActs Activities ProcessesBelieve be hit eat becomeHate belong jump run changeKnow contain kick swim flowLike have stab walk growUnderstand own strike work hardenWant resemble throw write learn Those verbs that denote stative concepts in English tend not to be used with progressive forms.Those verbs that are typically used with punctual aspect, describing momentary acts (kick, cough), wreak on a slightly different meaning when used in the progressive form. Grammatical aspect The basic GRAMMATICAL distinction in English ASPECT is marked by two forms of the verb. These are traditionally described as versions of the verb be with the present participle (Verb+ ing) for the progressive, as in 20a, and versions of have with the past participle (Verb + -en/ed) for the perfect, as in 20b. 20. a. I am/was eating b. I have/had eaten Grammatical aspect Concept of situation Progressive viewed from the inside, in progress.Perfect viewed from the outside, in retrospect. Combining lexical and grammatical aspect Grammatical aspect Lexical aspect Implicated meaning Perfect + dynamic Completed drill retrospectively viewed Perfect + stative preexisting state retrospectively viewed. Progressive + dynamic ongoing activity internally viewed Progressive + stative Temporary state internally viewed The tense of the verb will that implicated meaning to the situation of utterance. Meaning components of verb formsI PRESENT HAVE+-EN/ED BE + -ING work very hard Time of utterance external view I PRESENT HAVE+-EN/ED BE + -ING work very hard Time of utterance external view internal view dynamic activity in retrospect in progress(= at this time I look back at myself in an activity viewed internally as in progress You PAST HAVE+-EN/ED BE + -ING learn a l ot Remote from external view internal view dynamic processTime of in retrospect in progress utterance (= at that I looked back at you in a process v iewed internally as in progress). Meanings in contextThe distinction in tense between remote (past) and non remote (present) has a typical drill in organization information in discourse. Information that is treated as part of the BACKGROUND will tend to be expressed in the past tense. Information that is of current concern, in the FOREGROUND, will be expressed in the present tense. cathode-ray oscilloscope scene setting, particularly in stories, is practically expressed in the past progressive. In tales In less skillful writing, a similar distinction can be maintained between, present tense for presenting general statements and past tense for specific events. In narrative text, there can also be a general understate versus foreground effect associated with different tenses.There is no obvious reason, in terms of narrating the events, why the fate of two people should be described in the past tense and that of another in the present. Within narratives that only use past tense, there is often a background role devoted to the past progressive and a foreground role for the simple past. In spoken discourse The speaker uses the past progressive for the initial background, or scene-setting, then shifts into the present tense to highlight the salient event in the story and her own internal reaction. Background and foreground information Background information past tense (Specific acts, events, old focus, settings) Foreground information present tense (General statements, facts, new focus, changes).
action at law 1 How Long is the Digestive System believe a crap students cut a piece of yarn according to the following measurements. eitherot students to use different color yarn to represent different organs. by and by the yarn has been cut tie the pieces together.Esophagus 25 cm paunch 20 cm Small gut 700 cm Large bowel 150 cm TOTAL 895 cm Have students work erupt the percentages or ratios of the lengths of the different organs in the body in come in to have a numerical idea of the differences along with the visual data provided by the string. Find forth information (from books provided) nearly how much m nutrient spends in each(prenominal) of these parts of the digestive system as well as which types of foods atomic number 18 broken down in each part. application 2 Digestion Place a sugar cube in a form of pissing. Place ab step forward a spoonful of form sugar in the other cup of water. Observe what happens. Have students videotape the time it takes for eac h type of sugar to dissolve and work out the ratios of theseActivity 3 Carbohydrate Digestion Have the students chew two untested soda crackers for two minutes without swallowing. Students will be allowed to take check the solution every fifteen seconds and record the solvency of their saliva by counting the number of lumps present in a given step at these 15-second intervals. Children will be instructed to plot the progression on a graph. Have them write a paragraph explaining the slope of the graphActivity 4 Hands on Digestion Place the hamburger, 3 eyedroppers full of 1M HCl, mavinness tablespoon of Digestive juice A and two tablespoons of Digestive Juice B into a plastic bag. Knead the bad with your hands (simulates the stomach) for about 10-15 minutes, it will have been reduced to mainly liquid and have a definite odor. have students write a summary of the activity, explaining the action of the hcl on the hamburger and noting any difference between the digested meat and th e digested breadActivity 5 How do Villi aid the Small Intestine in absorption? Compare how 1, 2, 3, and 4 folded paper wipes absorb. Dip each paper towel into a cup of water (use the same amount of water in each cup). Record the volume of water left in the cup (using a graduated cylinder). Explain the comparison between the paper towels and the villi. How are these similar and how do they differ? What is the signifi johnce, if any, of the similarities and differences? Con positioningr especially the mixture of water and stool and (thinking back to activity 1) describe what might happen if the food passed too fast or too slow through the pear-shaped intestine.Activity 6 A Digestive System Simulation functioning Things to make ahead of time 1. FOOD TUBE Lay out two parallel lines of tape on the floor, 3apart and long enough for fractional the class to stand shoulder to shoulder on one side of the parallel lines. 2. FOOD PARTICLE The food particle consists of M&Ms located in exc ellent zip-lock bags. These are placed in wadded newspapers in small paper sacks. Place the small sacks in larger sacks with added newspaper. Place all sacks and add newspaper until the large plastic bag is full. This bag is thusly taped or tied closed to complete the food particle. follow up 1. Peristaltic Movement Put the food particle to be eaten at one end of the food tube and a large trash can at the other. Have students line up on both sides, liner each other, squeeze the food particle the length of the food tube.2. Digestion approximate and/or instruct the cheerers. As the food comes to a student they should distinguish what they are doing and why.Teeth fool away food apart (break plastic bag) spitting use spray bottles to moisten food particle Stomach tear small bags apart Pancreatic juices spray food Small Intestine absorbs food, find bags of candy and pass to blood (the teacher can play the role of the blood) Large Intestine reabsorbs water, sponge up water on the floor Rectum/Anus puts the waste papers in the trash can carry a diagram of the digestive system, labeling its parts and correlating them to the props used in the experiment.
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Ideas and the way those ideas are presented are what makes a poets work distinctive. Choose 2 verse forms from 1 poet and describe how they show the distinctive char causeeristics of this poets work. Gwen Harwood skilfully employs language techniques to search a sort of distinctive themes and ideas in her poems. This is lookn in In The pose where Harwood explores the human condition finished the simplistic and dull living of her distaff protagonist, while in apprize Giving she explores multiple universal themes through her male protagonist Professor Eisenbart.Harwood effectively establishes a simplistic impression through her title In the Park to advert the mundane ease of the place, the people and the idea. This is enhanced through the simplistic first line as the fair sex sits in the park. here(predicate) we are introduced to the protagonist with her depressingly dull and monotonous life, clearly portrayed through Hardwoods look in describing how the protagonists cl othes are out of naming. This not only portrays her shabby physical appearance but similarly the idea that she lives in the past and that time has passed her by.The habituate of negative intension describing how her two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt adds to the depressing mood, before Hardwood goes on to tell us that A third draws aimless patterns in the low-d have, helping to further reinforce her lack of purpose in life. The icon entendre of the persona being too late on two levels effectively conveys that she is too late to show disinterest to him and that it is too late for her and this baffled spang to regain a close relationship.Harwoods clever utilization of the cliched expressions of how nice and time holds great surprises conveys how dull and pointless their conversation is to reinforce the superficiality of the situation and the pointlessness of their reunion as his unclouded head has no remnant of communication left to share with her. Furthermore, the womans low self-importance esteem is portrayed as she interprets his of the rowing but for the grace of God as his relieved feel of having take flight her monotonous lifestyle.The vague and unimportance of their conversation is enhanced as they bide a while in flickering light whilst rehearsing the childrens name c altogethering and birthdays. Harwood implies the facade of interest the man takes in the children who whine, and bicker, yet ironically the woman is talking to the mans departing smile. Her uninviting and uninspiring lifestyle which is perhaps causing him to leave. A sense of motherly love is represented in he poem as the woman is nursing the adolescentest child. The image of the Madonna-like child on her implies something very different when we see her as she sits staring at her feet, her apathy replaces caring and the boredom of her life replaces her joys of motherly love. The final line of to the wind she says, they have eaten me alive. , conveys that sadly he is g peerless and that she is alone, with no one to talk to but the wind, to which she voices the truth of her torment and disillusionment.The ideas from In the Park are too reflected similarly in some other of Harwoods poems, Prize Giving where the arrogant Professor Eisenbart is furrowed to the dominating Titian-haired girl. The poem immediately establishes Professor Eisenbart as an abhorrent character through the use of connotative language in rudely declined. The professor is implied as unaired and old fashioned character when pressed with dry scholastic jokes where he changes his mind and decides to grace their humble platform.This portrays the humble status of the educate in contrast to his arrogance and superiority, which is further exemplified when he appeared and the girls whirred with an insect restiveness, implying that he sees himself as a light theyre attracted to. This sound imagination not only suggests the mood of interest in him but also the sound of the ass embly as a collective. The head is differentiated in humble black who flapped round and steered her guess, superb in silk and fur, which characterizes her as comparatively less ego-centric that the resplendently dressed guest.Alternately, she feels a sense of self-esteem in others around her and in what she is doing when it is clear that Professor Eisenbart concerns only for himself. In the third stanza, the girls are referred to as half-hearted blooms tortured to form the schools elaborate crest which creates an image of the flower arrangement that is the assembly. This imagery personifies the girls as reluctant to represent the school, but also symbolises their innocent flowering into cleaning lady which makes Eisenbart scowl in violent distaste, conveying that his indifference has sour into revulsion.The simile when Eisenbart then recomposed his features to their best advantage deep in thought, with one hand placed like Rodins Thinker further enhances his self image of conceit and superficial self control for appearance pursuit as he stages this pose in this allusion to the classic thinker statue. Eisenbart vies the girls as a mosaic of young heads, Blonde, black, mouse brown as all he sees is a colour pattern of heads and does not ack forthwithledge the girls individually. However, this is changed when underneath a light ne girl sat grinning at him, her hand bent under her chin in mockery of his own. Here, a spotlight is shone, in Eisenbarts mind, onto the titian haired girl who shows an amused perspective as she seems to interrupt him as no one else does. His closer observation now beyond the mosaic shoes a flicker of interest in him, as opposed to his previous disinterest. He remains uncaring and apathetic by the host of virgin hands until once again he is challenged by the girl with titian hair who stood up, hitched at a stocking, winked at near-by friends.He notes all this detail move by move as implied by the punctuation in her attitude of direct ness, self-composure, self-composure and ultimately intention of some act to shatter his power. The youthful titian haired girl challenges his calm age and power of knowledge, dwell and authority as she transforms before him and becomes a powerful person in her passion and her arrogance well beyond his own. From his indifference, he is now the suffered victim to her strange eyes, against suit dark. Harwood uses figurative language here to evince the change of his perspective as the power is now turning to her.Here there is a challenge between his logical sense of reason and the seeing strange eyes of this titian haired girl. They are odd to him because they allude the sense of reason that he lives by and she defies. The power and passion of the girl has sorry his rose-hot dream and his own power is a fake, a forgery, in contrast to hers. The final stanza in this poem reveals that age and power can be challenged as Eisenbarts false superiority is seen through the eyes of the tit ian haired girl. Synecdoche is employed when Eisenbart is summoned by arrogant hands to show the girls power.She is symbolised by the power of her music, characterized as titian-haired to imply her passionate nature and her eyes that see through Eisenbarts superficial superiority and arrogance. Her power is further conveyed as Eisenbart teased his gown, showing his inner unease and realisation that his self image is weakened. His perspective changes as the young and fiery girl defeats him by deflating his self- image and superiority. Eisenbart now sees himself differently as he peered into a trophy which suspended his image upside round a sage fool trapped.His composure has left him and his self-image is reflected in her trophy as he is mirrored upside down, symbolically reversed and up-ended. The oxymoron in sage fool demonstrates that he is controlled by her power. The ideas presented in Gwen Harwoods poetry is made distinctive through her use of a variety of themes and languag e techniques. The powerful ideas represented in In the Park and Prize Giving explore multiple universal themes and give the reader a better insight into the human condition.
It is a fact that the planets weather is becoming more(prenominal) erratic, and lastly warmer. The causes of the changes to our weather system argon undeniable, entirely the real postulate is if they be entirely man made. Evidence of carbon emissions increasing is available, but there is no smoking gun that categorically proves that the two are linked (sceptical science website accessed 20/04/11). Until this can be proved beyond doubt one way or the other, people provide disaccord on mans affect on the earth.Since the Industrial Revolution of the 19th degree Celsius there has been a growing concern on the impact of economic development in nature (Moran, 2005, p338). Different individuals and different semipolitical parties go forth deplete differing views on the impact and relevance of environmental issues in the modern font political world. Despite the awareness of the issue, environmental issues would not enter mainstream government until the 1960s. Previously there w as little thought given to the natural resources consumed by man, but in the modern world their finite nature has been bring in (Bentley, 2006, p137).By the late 1980s all mainstream political parties would have adopted and demonstrable their own environmental ag stop overas (ibid, p138). Pressure groups such as unripenedpeace, the CND, Friends of the Earth and the population Wildlife Fund were campaigning in the UK and around the world during the 70s and 80s in rate to bring the environmental agenda to the political forefront. But it was not scantily drag groups bringing environmentalism to the political landscape, but also a livelong new political party.The Green party was started in 1985 with the arrest of miserable politics away from what it felt was the continued pursuit of economic ontogeny and focusing more on clean sustainable living (Moran, 2005, p338). The Green party has continued to rise since its inception. The party currently has 109 elected local anaesthe tic councillors, 2 European MPs and in the May 2010 election gained their first do-nothing in the Westminster when party leader Caroline Lucas won Brighton and Hove (Green Party Website accessed 20/04/2011).With the Green parties growing influence in British Politics, the real holy terror of global warming, a globalized economy and the existence of more and more drag groups, we can be assured that the environmental agenda impart run in British Politics for some years to come. There are many examples of environmental campaigns that have already been and gone and the results of which can console be guaranteen today. In 1982 and Englishman named Des Wilson began a campaign called eliminate, with the aim of reducing the impact of lead pollution from petrol.Lead pollution was known to have sound impact on the health of young children, as easily as the environment as a whole. Fortunately for the members of CLEAR, the campaign had already begun to reduce lead pollution in the UK. These campaigns had support in nigh very influential places. The Royal Commission on Environmental contamination had already stated its desires for lead free petrol, and the German government had been appealing to the rest of Europe over the danger to German and other European forests.A European Union directive shortly followed and the majority of western sandwich states installed lead-free petrol in their petrol situations by the end of 1983 (Leach, 2006, p423). In 1972 planetaryistic think tank the club of Rome produce a book called The Limits of Growth, and warned that the existing economic growth was putt a serious strain on Earths natural resources and warned of an impending calamity for mankind.Awareness of environmental issues was growing in Britain too, with the National Trust, the Council for Protection of domainfied England and the RSPB some of the long standing organisations joining the environmental campaign. Also, newer groups such as Transport 2000 and th e Centre for Alternative Technology sprung up and joined many UK abnormal and/or based campaigns (Leach, 2005, p424). There is little doubt that the campaigns of these pressure groups helped to bring the environmental agenda to the forefront of British Politics.Environmental issues will affect all other constitution areas of political parties and governments in a way that few other issues can. As stated previously with the CLEAR campaign, the effect of placing lead free petrol on the petrol station forecourt would of been non-existent had the lead-free petrol been twice the price of leaded fuel. As such, the British government encouraged the switch by placing reduced taxes on unleaded petrol, so the impact of making the environmentally conscious policy affected taxation in 1983 (ibid, p423).Any new development of roads, rail put over or real estate will need to go through with(predicate) certain environmental checks prior to any planning permission cosmos granted. An excellent example from recent times of environmental issues affecting a political decision relates to the planning permissions of the new Olympic Games site in Stratford. As part of the process for obtaining planning permission, the Olympic Delivery empowerment produced a 40 page Environment statement on how they plan to maintain the sites wildlife before, during and after the Olympic Games (London 2012 website accessed 20/04/11).Rather then by chance serving as a hindrance to the project, the environmental impact and sustainability became a key component of what the project wished to achieve. This is clears evidence that environmental issues are so ingrained in political thought that they are no semipermanent considered as an after thought. This is, in my opinion, a clear indication of how the archaeozoic environmental lobbyists were successful in their pursuit to bring environmentalism to the mainstream political agenda. International accordances on environmental issues will also af fect the thinking of a governing political organisation.In 1997 186 states agreed on limits to their carbon emissions. The aim was to reduce the carbon emissions of signed countries to 5% below 1990 levels by 2012. Although initially successful (the 2002 targets set out(a) by the agreement were met) the problems with the Kyoto began when the US withdrew from the agreement in 2001. Although President Clinton had agreed to the treaty in 97, there were serious issues getting it through the senate, and in 2001 President Bush pulled the US out of Kyoto declaring that it would gravely damage the US economy.The principal of the agreement on Kyoto would see states given a set quota of emissions each year, and these limits they would be allowed to trade send off against one another. This would see high emission nations such as the US buy unused credits off of less polluting countries such as The Netherlands. Nations could also earn extra credits by getting obscure in environmental conserv ation works in their own country or in a developing nation (BBC website accessed 19/04/2011).Kyoto would ultimately fail because the principal of trading emissions quotas would be unsustainable, and no significant reductions in emissions were achieved though the life of the treaty. The last attempt to broker an agreement in the international community was in December 2009 in Copenhagen, Denmark. As illusion Vidal wrote in the Guardian The so-called Copenhagen accord recognises the scientific case for safekeeping temperature rises to no more than 2C but does not contain commitments to emissions reductions to achieve that finishing.After the conference, G77 executive director Lumumba Di-Aping described the deal as having the worst level of ambition you can get, and John Sauven of Greenpeace UK described Copenhagen as a crime scene (Guardian Website, accessed 19/04/11). The simple truth is that environmental issues are here to stay. The early work of environmental pressure groups su ch as Friends of the Earth and Greenpeace has clearly had an effect on modern political thought. Every political party will have an environmental policy outlined in its pre-election manifesto as well as in the policy section of its website.As we saw with the Olympic Stadium, the environmental impact of the construction process and post games legacy was a major actor when the whole project was outlined. Environmentalism in politics is here to stay. Major international agreements may fail like Kyoto, or fail to even calculate as was the case with Copenhagen, but the pressure groups are growing is capacity and influence, and any move by the political system to remove environmentalism will be met with strong opposition and serious repercussions.
Monday, February 25, 2019
93Langdon had no idea where he was going. Reflex was his unless compass, driving him a dash from danger. His elbows and knees burned as he clambered infra the pews. Still he clawed on. Somewhere a illustration was discriminateing him to move left(p). If you can get to the main aisle, you can gate-crash for the exit. He k impudently it was impossible. Theres a wall of flames blocking the main aisle His sense hunting for options, Langdon scrambled craftly on. The foot pure t whizzs closed faster instanter to his right.When it happened, Langdon was unprep atomic number 18d. He had guessed he had a nonher ten feet of pews until he r separatelyed the front of the perform. He had guessed wrong. With restrict out to the fore warning, the top side above him ran out. He froze for an instant, half exposed at the front of the church. rise in the recess to his left, gargantuan from this vantage detail, was the very thing that had brought him here. He had intactly disregarded. Berninis Ecstasy of St. Teresa rose up the desire some branch of pornographic still life the saint on her back, arched in pleasure, mouth open in a moan, and any(prenominal)place her, an angel pointing his lancet of fire.A bul allow exploded in the pew everyplace Langdons head. He felt his body rise like a sprinter out of a gate. Fueled merely by adrenaline, and bargonly conscious of his actions, he was all of a sudden running, hunched, head go crossways, hammer crossways the front of the church to his right. As the bullets erupted john him, Langdon dove save once again, sliding out of control across the marble corner quarry before crashing in a heap against the railing of a niche on the right-hand wall.It was hence that he saw her. A crumpled heap near the back of the church. Vittoria Her b are legs were deformed beneath her, only when Langdon sensed somehow that she was breathing. He had no duration to adorer her.Immediately, the grampus rounded the pews on the far left of the church and exhaust relentlessly down. Langdon knew in a tastetbeat it was over. The killer raised the weapon, and Langdon did the only thing he could do. He rolled his body over the balusters into the niche. As he hit the appall on the other(a) side, the marble columns of the balustrade exploded in a storm of bullets.Langdon felt like a cornered animal as he scrambled deeper into the curved niche. Rising before him, the niches sole contents kick downstairsmed ironically apropos a single sarcophagus. Mine perhaps, Langdon persuasion. Even the enclose itself canvasmed fitting. It was a sctola a small, diaphanous, marble buffet. Burial on a budget. The casket was raised arrive at the floor on ii marble blocks, and Langdon eyed the opening beneath it, query if he could slide through and through.Footsteps echoed behind him.With no other option in sight, Langdon beged himself to the floor and sli at that placed toward the casket. Grabbing the two m arble supports, one with each hand, he pulled like a breaststroker, dragging his torso into the opening beneath the tomb. The flatulence went off.Accompanying the roar of the gun, Langdon felt a sensation he had never felt in his life a bullet sailing ult his flesh. There was a hiss of wind, like the backlash of a whip, as the bullet equitable missed him and exploded in the marble with a puff of dust. Blood surging, Langdon heaved his body the rest of the way beneath the casket. Scrambling across the marble floor, he pulled himself out from beneath the casket and to the other side. wild stop over.Langdon was now side of meat to face with the rear wall of the niche. He had no doubt that this tiny space behind the tomb would render his grave. And concisely, he realized, as he saw the barrel of the gun appear in the opening beneath the sarcophagus. The Hassassin held the weapon parallel with the floor, pointing directly at Langdons midsection. impossible to miss.Langdon felt a trace of self-preservation grip his unconscious encephalon. He twisted his body onto his stomach, parallel with the casket. Facedown, he planted his hands flat on the floor, the glass cut from the archives pinching open with a stab. Ignoring the pain, he pushed. madcap his body up(a) in an awkward push-up, Langdon arched his stomach off the floor just as the gun went off. He could feel the alarm wave of the bullets as they sailed beneath him and pulverized the porous travertine behind. Closing his eyeball and strain against exhaustion, Langdon prayed for the thunder to freeze.And then it did.The roar of gunfire was replaced with the cold cover of an empty chamber.Langdon opened his eyeball lento, al almost fearful his eyelids would make a sound. Fighting the trembling pain, he held his position, arched like a cat. He didnt regular(a) dare breathe. His eardrums numbed by gunfire, Langdon listened for any hint of the killers departure. Silence. He thought of Vittoria and ac hed to help her.The sound that followed was deafening. Barely human. A guttural bellow of exertion.The sarcophagus over Langdons head suddenly seemed to rise on its side. Langdon collapsed on the floor as hundreds of pounds teetered toward him. Gravity overcame friction, and the lid was the first to go, sliding off the tomb and crashing to the floor beside him. The casket came next, rolling off its supports and toppling upside down toward Langdon.As the box rolled, Langdon knew he would either be entombed in the hollow beneath it or crushed by one of the providedt againsts. Pulling in his legs and head, Langdon compacted his body and yanked his coat of implements of war to his sides. Then he closed his eyes and a tolerateed the sickening crush.When it came, the entire floor shook beneath him. The upper rim landed only millimeters from the top of his head, rattling his teeth in their sockets. His right arm, which Langdon had been certain would be crushed, miraculously still felt intact. He opened his eyes to see a shaft of shine. The right rim of the casket had not locomote all the way to the floor and was still propped partially on its supports. straight off overhead, though, Langdon base himself staring quite literally into the face of death.The original resident physician of the tomb was suspended above him, having adhered, as decaying bodies often did, to the bottom of the casket. The flesh hovered a moment, like a tentative lover, and then with a syrupy crackling, it succumbed to gravity and peeled away. The carcass rushed down to embrace him, raining putrid bones and dust into Langdons eyes and mouth.Before Langdon could react, a blind arm was slithering through the opening beneath the casket, sifting through the carcass like a hungry python. It groped until it found Langdons neck and clamped down. Langdon act to fight back against the iron fist now crushing his larynx, only if he found his left sleeve pinched beneath the edge of the coffin. He had only one arm free, and the fight was a losing battle.Langdons legs bent in the only open space he had, his feet searching for the casket floor above him. He found it. Coiling, he planted his feet. Then, as the hand some his neck squeezed tighter, Langdon closed his eyes and extended his legs like a ram. The casket shifted, ever so slightly, only if enough.With a earthy grinding, the sarcophagus slid off the supports and landed on the floor. The casket rim crashed onto the killers arm, and there was a muffled scream of pain. The hand released Langdons neck, twisting and jerking away into the immorality. When the killer finally pulled his arm free, the casket fell with a conclusive sound against the flat marble floor.Complete wickedness. Again.And silence.There was no frustrated pounding after-school(prenominal) the overturned sarcophagus. No prying to get in. Nothing. As Langdon coiffe in the dark amidst a pile of bones, he fought the closing darkness and turned his t houghts to her.Vittoria. Are you a cost?If Langdon had known the truth the horror to which Vittoria would soon awake he would flip wished for her sake that she were dead.94Sitting in the Sistine Chapel among his stunned colleagues, Cardinal Mortati tried to comprehend the words he was hearing. Before him, lit only by the candlelight, the camerlegno had just told a story of such hatred and treachery that Mortati found himself trembling. The camerlegno r of kidnapped cardinals, branded cardinals, dispatch cardinals. He rung of the quaint Illuminati a name that dredged up forgotten fears and of their resurgence and vow of revenge against the church. With pain in his sound, the camerlegno spoke of his new-fashioned(a) Pope the victim of an Illuminati poisoning. And finally, his words almost a whisper, he spoke of a deadly new technology, antimatter, which in less than two hours be to destroy all of Vatican City.When he was through, it was as if Satan himself had sucked th e air from the manner. nobody could move. The camerlegnos words hung in the darkness.The only sound Mortati could now hear was the preposterous hum of a television camera in back an electronic presence no conclave in history had ever endured but a presence demanded by the camerlegno. To the utter astonishment of the cardinals, the camerlegno had entered the Sistine Chapel with two BBC reporters a man and a woman and announced that they would be transmittal his solemn statement, live to the terra firma. now, speaking directly to the camera, the camerlegno stepped forward. To the Illuminati, he said, his voice deepen, and to those of science, let me say this. He pa wontd. You confirm win the war.The silence spread now to the deepest corners of the chapel. Mortati could hear the desperate thumping of his own heart.The wheels have been in move for a long clip, the camerlegno said. Your victory has been inevitable. Never before has it been as manifest as it is at this momen t. Science is the new God.What is he saying? Mortati thought. Has he gone mad? The entire dry land is hearing thisMedicine, electronic communications, space travel, genetic manipulation these are the miracles about which we now tell our chelaren. These are the miracles we herald as inference that science leave behind bring us the answers. The ancient stories of immacu after-hours conceptions, burning bushes, and parting seas are no long-range relevant. God has become obsolete. Science has won the battle. We concede.A rustle of awe and bewilderment swept through the chapel. exactly sciences victory, the camerlegno added, his voice intensifying, has cost every one of us. And it has cost us deeply.Silence.Science may have meliorate the miseries of disease and drudgery and provided an array of gadgetry for our entertainment and convenience, but it has left us in a world without wonder. Our sunsets have been reduced to wavelengths and frequencies. The complexities of the reality h ave been tagded into mathematical equations. Even our self- outlay as human beings has been destroyed. Science proclaims that artificial satellite Earth and its inhabitants are a meaningless speck in the metre scheme. A cosmic accident. He paused. Even the technology that promises to unite us, divides us. each of us is now electronically connected to the globe, and yet we feel utterly alone. We are bombarded with violence, division, fracture, and betrayal. Skepticism has become a virtue. Cynicism and demand for proof has become enlightened thought. Is it any wonder that humans now feel to a great extent de air pressureed and defeated than they have at any point in human history? Does science hold anything sacred? Science looks for answers by probing our unborn fetuses. Science even presumes to rearrange our own DNA. It shatters Gods world into smaller and smaller pieces in point of meaning and all it finds is to a greater extent than questions.Mortati watched in awe. The cam erlegno was almost hypnotic now. He had a physical ability in his movements and voice that Mortati had never witnessed on a Vatican altar. The mans voice was work with conviction and sadness.The ancient war between science and religion is over, the camerlegno said. You have won. But you have not won fairly. You have not won by providing answers. You have won by so radically reorienting our rescript that the truths we once saw as signposts now seem inapplicable. Religion cannot prevent up. Scientific growth is exponential. It feeds on itself like a virus. Every new breakthrough opens accessions for new breakthroughs. Mankind took thousands of years to progress from the wheel to the car. in time only decades from the car into space. Now we measure scientific progress in weeks. We are spinning out of control. The rift between us grows deeper and deeper, and as religion is left behind, people find themselves in a ghostly void. We cry out for meaning. And conceive me, we do cry o ut. We see UFOs, postulate in channeling, spirit contact, out-of-body experiences, mindquests all these eccentric ideas have a scientific veneer, but they are unashamedly irrational. They are the desperate cry of the new(a) soul, lonely and tormented, crippled by its own enlightenment and its inability to shoot meaning in anything removed from technology.Mortati could feel himself leaning forward in his seat. He and the other cardinals and people around the world were hanging on this priests every utterance. The camerlegno spoke with no rhetoric or vitriol. No references to account book or Jesus Christ. He spoke in modern terms, unadorned and pure. Somehow, as though the words were flowing from God himself, he spoke the modern language delivering the ancient message. In that moment, Mortati saw one of the reasons the late Pope held this young man so dear. In a world of apathy, cynicism, and techno analytical deification, men like the camerlegno, realists who could speak to our souls like this man just had, were the churchs only hope.The camerlegno was talking more forcefully now. Science, you say, will save us. Science, I say, has destroyed us. Since the days of Galileo, the church has tried to slow the relentless walk of science, some clock with misguided means, but always with benevolent intention. Even so, the temptations are too great for man to resist. I warn you, look around yourselves. The promises of science have not been kept. Promises of efficiency and simplicity have bred slide fastener but pollution and chaos. We are a fractured and frantic species moving down a path of destruction.The camerlegno paused a long moment and then sharpen his eyes on the camera.Who is this God science? Who is the God who offers his people military force but no righteous framework to tell you how to use that male monarch? What kind of God gives a child fire but does not warn the child of its dangers? The language of science comes with no signposts about wide a nd bad. Science textbooks tell us how to create a nuclear reaction, and yet they contain no chapter asking us if it is a good or a bad idea.To science, I say this. The church is tired. We are worn out(p) from trying to be your signposts. Our resources are drying up from our campaign to be the voice of balance as you plow blindly on in your quest for smaller chips and larger profits. We ask not why you will not govern yourselves, but how can you? Your world moves so fast that if you stop even for an instant to consider the implications of your actions, someone more efficient will whip past you in a blur. So you move on. You grow weapons of mass destruction, but it is the Pope who travels the world beseeching leaders to use restraint. You clone living creatures, but it is the church reminding us to consider the moral implications of our actions. You encourage people to interact on phones, video screens, and computers, but it is the church who opens its doors and reminds us to commun e in person as we were meant to do. You even butcher unborn babies in the name of research that will save lives. Again, it is the church who points out the fallacy of this reasoning.And all the while, you proclaim the church is ignorant. But who is more ignorant? The man who cannot define lightning, or the man who does not value its awesome power? This church is reaching out to you. Reaching out to everyone. And yet the more we reach, the more you push us away. Show me proof there is a God, you say. I say use your telescopes to look to the heavens, and tell me how there could not be a God The camerlegno had tears in his eyes now. You ask what does God look like. I say, where did that question come from? The answers are one and the same. Do you not see God in your science? How can you miss Him You proclaim that even the slightest change in the force of gravity or the weight of an atom would have rendered our universe a lifeless mist rather than our magnificent sea of heavenly bodi es, and yet you fail to see Gods hand in this? Is it really so much easier to believe that we simply chose the right card from a garnish of billions? Have we become so spiritually bankrupt that we would rather believe in mathematical impossibility than in a power greater than us?Whether or not you believe in God, the camerlegno said, his voice deepening with deliberation, you mustiness believe this. When we as a species abandon our trust in the power greater than us, we abandon our sense of accountability. Faith all faiths are admonitions that there is something we cannot understand, something to which we are accountable With faith we are accountable to each other, to ourselves, and to a higher truth. Religion is flawed, but only because man is flawed. If the outside world could see this church as I do face beyond the ritual of these walls they would see a modern miracle a wedlock of imperfect, simple souls essentialing only to be a voice of pardon in a world spinning out of c ontrol.The camerlegno motioned out over the College of Cardinals, and the BBC camerawoman instinctively followed, panning the crowd.Are we obsolete? the camerlegno asked. Are these men dino-saurs? Am I? Does the world really need a voice for the poor, the weak, the oppressed, the unborn child? Do we really need souls like these who, though imperfect, spend their lives plead each of us to read the signposts of morality and not lose our way?Mortati now realized that the camerlegno, whether consciously or not, was making a magnificent move. By showing the cardinals, he was personalizing the church. Vatican City was no longer a building, it was people people like the camerlegno who had spent their lives in the service of goodness. this evening we are perched on a precipice, the camerlegno said. None of us can open up to be apathetic. Whether you see this evil as Satan, corruption, or immorality the dark force is alive and growing every day. Do not thin out it. The camerlegno lowered his voice to a whisper, and the camera moved in. The force, though mighty, is not invincible. Goodness can prevail. Listen to your hearts. Listen to God. Together we can step back from this abyss.Now Mortati understood. This was the reason. Conclave had been violated, but this was the only way. It was a prominent and desperate plea for help. The camerlegno was speaking to both his enemy and his friends now. He was entreating anyone, friend or foe, to see the light and stop this madness. Certainly someone auditory sense would realize the insanity of this plot and come forward.The camerlegno knelt at the altar. Pray with me.The College of Cardinals dropped to their knees to cooperate him in prayer. Outside in St. Peters Square and around the globe a stunned world knelt with them.95The Hassassin lay his unconscious trophy in the rear of the van and took a moment to admire her sprawled body. She was not as beautiful as the women he bought, and yet she had an animal strength that fr enzied him. Her body was radiant, dewy with perspiration. She smelled of musk.As the Hassasin stood there savoring his prize, he treat the throb in his arm. The bruise from the falling sarcophagus, although painful, was insignificant well worth the compensation that lay before him. He took consolation in intentional the American who had done this to him was probably dead by now.Gazing down at his incapacitated prisoner, the Hassassin visualized what lay ahead. He ran a palm up beneath her shirt. Her breasts felt perfect beneath her bra. Yes, he smiled. You are more than worthy. Fighting the urge to take her right there, he closed the door and litter off into the nighttime.There was no need to alert the press about this killing the flames would do that for him.At CERN, Sylvie sat stunned by the camerlegnos address. Never before had she felt so proud to be a Catholic and so ashamed to work at CERN. As she left the recreational wing, the mood in every single viewing room was dazed and somber. When she got back to Kohlers office, all seven phone lines were ringing. Media inquiries were never routed to Kohlers office, so the incoming calls could only be one thing.Geld. Money calls.Antimatter technology already had some takers.Inside the Vatican, Gunther Glick was walking on air as he followed the camerlegno from the Sistine Chapel. Glick and Macri had just do the live transmission of the decade. And what a transmission it had been. The camerlegno had been spellbinding.Now out in the hallway, the camerlegno turned to Glick and Macri. I have asked the Swiss protection to assemble flicks for you photos of the branded cardinals as well as one of His late Holiness. I must warn you, these are not pleasant pictures. disturbed burns. Blackened tongues. But I would like you to broadcast them to the world.Glick decided it must be perpetual Christmas inside Vatican City. He wants me to broadcast an exclusive photo of the dead Pope? Are you sure? Glick asked, trying t o keep the up upbringing from his voice.The camerlegno nodded. The Swiss Guard will also provide you a live video feed of the antimatter canister as it counts down.Glick stared. Christmas. Christmas. ChristmasThe Illuminati are about to find out, the camerlegno declared, that they have grossly overplayed their hand.96Like a recurring topic in some demonic symphony, the suffocating darkness had returned.No light. No air. No exit.Langdon lay trapped beneath the overturned sarcophagus and felt his mind careening dangerously close to the brink. Trying to drive his thoughts in any fashion other than the crushing space around him, Langdon urged his mind toward some logical process mathematics, music, anything. But there was no room for calming thoughts. I cant move I cant breatheThe pinched sleeve of his jacket had thankfully come free when the casket fell, leaving Langdon now with two rambling ordnance store. Even so, as he pressed upward on the jacket of his tiny cell, he found it immovable. Oddly, he wished his sleeve were still caught. At least it might create a crack for some air.As Langdon pushed against the roof above, his sleeve fell back to reveal the faint impertinence of an old friend. Mickey. The greenish cartoon face seemed mocking now.Langdon probed the blackness for any other sign of light, but the casket rim was flush against the floor. god raspberryed Italian perfectionists, he cursed, now imperiled by the same artistic excellency he taught his students to revere impeccable edges, faultless parallels, and of course, use only of the most seamless and resilient Carrara marble.Precision can be suffocating.Lift the damn thing, he said aloud, pressing harder through the tangle of bones. The box shifted slightly. stage setting his jaw, he heaved again. The box felt like a boulder, but this time it raised a quarter of an inch. A fleeting glimmer of light surrounded him, and then the casket thudded back down. Langdon lay panting in the dark. He tri ed to use his legs to lift as he had before, but now that the sarcophagus had fallen flat, there was no room even to crystalize his knees.As the claustrophobic panic closed in, Langdon was overcome by images of the sarcophagus shrivel up around him. Squeezed by delirium, he fought the illusion with every logical shred of intellect he had.Sarcophagus, he stated aloud, with as much academic sterility as he could muster. But even erudition seemed to be his enemy today. Sarcophagus is from the Greek sarx meaning flesh, and phagein meaning to eat. Im trapped in a box literally designed to eat flesh.Images of flesh eaten from bone only served as a grim reminder that Langdon lay covered in human remains. The notion brought nausea and chills. But it also brought an idea.Fumbling blindly around the coffin, Langdon found a shard of bone. A rib possibly? He didnt care. All he wanted was a wedge. If he could lift the box, even a crack, and slide the bone fragment beneath the rim, then maybe enough air couldReaching across his body and wedging the tapered end of the bone into the crack between the floor and the coffin, Langdon reached up with his other hand and heaved skyward. The box did not move. Not even slightly. He tried again. For a moment, it seemed to tremble slightly, but that was all.With the fetid stench and lack of oxygen choking the strength from his body, Langdon realized he only had time for one more effort. He also knew he would need both arms.Regrouping, he placed the tapered edge of the bone against the crack, and shifting his body, he wedge the bone against his shoulder, pinning it in place. Careful not to dislodge it, he raised both hands above him. As the stifling admit began to smother him, he felt a welling of intensified panic. It was the second time today he had been trapped with no air. Hollering aloud, Langdon thrust upward in one explosive motion. The casket jostled off the floor for an instant. But long enough. The bone shard he had brac ed against his shoulder slipped outwards into the widening crack. When the casket fell again, the bone shattered. But this time Langdon could see the casket was propped up. A tiny slit of light showed beneath the rim.Exhausted, Langdon collapsed. Hoping the strangle sensation in his throat would pass, he waited. But it only turn as the seconds passed. Whatever air was coming through the slit seemed imperceptible. Langdon wondered if it would be enough to keep him alive. And if so, for how long? If he passed out, who would know he was even in there?With arms like lead, Langdon raised his watch again 1012 P.M. Fighting trembling fingers, he fumbled with the watch and made his final play. He twisted one of the tiny dials and pressed a button.As consciousness faded, and the walls squeezed closer, Langdon felt the old fears sweep over him. He tried to imagine, as he had so many times, that he was in an open field. The image he conjured, however, was no help. The nightmare that had hau nted him since his callowness came crashing backThe blushs here are like paintings, the child thought, laughing as he ran across the meadow. He wished his parents had come along. But his parents were busy stagger camp.Dont explore too far, his mother had said.He had pretended not to hear as he bounded off into the woods.Now, traversing this glorious field, the male child came across a pile of fieldstones. He figured it must be the hindquarters of an old homestead. He would not go near it. He knew kick downstairs. Besides, his eyes had been drawn to something else a brilliant ladys slipper the rarest and most beautiful flower in New Hampshire. He had only ever seen them in books.Excited, the boy moved toward the flower. He knelt down. The ground beneath him felt mulchy and hollow. He realized his flower had found an extra-fertile spot. It was growing from a patch of rotting wood. stir by the thought of taking home his prize, the boy reached out fingers extending toward the s tem.He never reached it.With a sickening crack, the earth gave way.In the triple seconds of dizzying threat as he fell, the boy knew he would die. Plummeting downward, he braced for the bone-crushing collision. When it came, there was no pain. scarcely softness.And cold.He hit the deep liquid face first, plunging into a narrow blackness. Spinning disoriented somersaults, he groped the sheer walls thatenclosed him on all sides. Somehow, as if by instinct, he sputtered to the surface.Light.Faint. Above him. Miles above him, it seemed.His arms clawed at the water, searching the walls of the hollow for something to grab onto. Only composed stone. He had fallen through an abandoned well covering. He screamed for help, but his cries reverberated in the tight shaft. He called out again and again. Above him, the dilapidated hole grew dim.Night fell.Time seemed to contort in the darkness. Numbness set in as he treaded water in the depths of the chasm, calling, crying out. He was tormente d by visions of the walls collapsing in, burying him alive. His arms ached with fatigue. A few times he thought he heard voices. He shouted out, but his own voice was muted like a dream.As the night wore on, the shaft deepened. The walls inched quietly inward. The boy pressed out against the enclosure, pushing it away. Exhausted, he wanted to give up. And yet he felt the water swim him, cooling his burning fears until he was numb.When the rescue team arrived, they found the boy barely conscious. He had been treading water for five hours. Two days later, the capital of Massachusetts Globe ran a front-page story called The Little Swimmer That Could.97The Hassassin smiled as he pulled his van into the mammoth stone structure overlooking the Tiber River. He carried his prize up and up spiraling higher in the stone tunnel, grateful his load was slender.He arrived at the door.The Church of Illumination, he gloated. The ancient Illuminati finding room. Who would have imagined it to be he re?Inside, he lay her on a plush divan. Then he expertly bound her arms behind her back and tied her feet. He knew that what he longed for would have to wait until his final task was finished. Water.Still, he thought, he had a moment for indulgence. rest beside her, he ran his hand along her thigh. It was smooth. Higher. His dark fingers snaked beneath the cuff of her shorts. Higher.He stopped. Patience, he told himself, feeling aroused. There is work to be done.He walked for a moment out onto the chambers high stone balcony. The evening breeze slowly cooled his ardor. Far below the Tiber raged. He raised his eyes to the dome of St. Peters, three quarters of a mile away, naked under the glare of hundreds of press lights.Your final hour, he said aloud, picturing the thousands of Muslims slaughtered during the Crusades. At midnight you will meet your God.Behind him, the woman stirred. The Hassassin turned. He considered letting her wake up. Seeing terror in a womans eyes was his ult imate aphrodisiac.He opted for prudence. It would be better if she remained unconscious while he was gone. Although she was tied and would never escape, the Hassassin did not want to return and find her exhausted from struggling. I want your strength carry on for me.Lifting her head slightly, he placed his palm beneath her neck and found the hollow directly beneath her skull. The crown/meridian pressure point was one he had used countless times. With crushing force, he drove his thumb into the soft cartilage and felt it depress. The woman slumped instantly. Twenty minutes, he thought. She would be a tantalizing end to a perfect day. after she had served him and died doing it, he would stand on the balcony and watch the midnight Vatican fireworks.Leaving his prize unconscious on the couch, the Hassassin went downstairs into a torchlit dungeon. The final task. He walked to the table and venerable the sacred, metal forms that had been left there for him.Water. It was his last.Removin g a torch from the wall as he had done three times already, he began heating the end. When the end of the object was white hot, he carried it to the cell.Inside, a single man stood in silence. Old and alone.Cardinal Baggia, the killer hissed. Have you prayed yet?The Italians eyes were fearless. Only for your soul.
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The National Park, the largest protected area in the UAE and habitation to more than 30 species indigenous to the Arabian Peninsula, is considered the regional benchmark for sustainable development and conservation.Our green projects do not stop at substructure and plans are already well under way to create two of the worlds most eco-friendly conservation-based destinations Wolgan Valley resort hotel Spa in Australia and Cap Ternay Resort Spa in the Seychelles. Company Ov erview The Emirates Group has fete its wings into every aspect of impress and tourism to become a leading global corporation in its stadium. With one of the youngest fleets in the thumb and more than 400 awards for excellence worldwide, Emirates airline is one of two appoint divisions in the group.The other is Dnata, which provides ground handling services at numerous airports around the world, including Dubai International. 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