Maybe problem is in the book I have read the stories come in chronological order but all i can say is that this book was unbearable. Each and every story began with a very long description of something woman, town, forest or whatever and when I say very long I mean very very long more than half the story is just a description.
Impossible to r Yes it is Edgar Allan Poe wow! Impossible to read the story about the man on the ballon who goes to the moon, it defies all patience. I do not like to quit a book once I have started it no matter how boring but in the case of E. A Poe it was a case of quit or being insane, dying of boredom. Poe is undoubtedly master of the macabre. His other works are more diverse than I knew before, conjuring worlds of fairies, aeronauts, and vindictive jesters.
It's almost sad to say, but he is certainly at his best when he is at his darkest. I bought this book for one reason only: However, I find that I really like the other poems and stories I've read so far. Jana Athanasia rated it it was amazing Oct 25, Christie rated it really liked it May 07, Nick Robertson rated it it was amazing Jan 22, Felipe rated it it was amazing Aug 24, Diarmaid de Paor rated it it was ok Mar 29, Victoria rated it it was amazing Jun 05, Emma rated it really liked it Apr 04, Ash rated it really liked it Mar 13, Kerry rated it really liked it Jul 16, Meaghan Riley rated it it was amazing Jan 25, Karen Lowe rated it really liked it Jul 18, Lee rated it liked it Feb 11, James rated it it was amazing May 05, Dennis rated it it was amazing Sep 19, Lauren Fryman rated it it was amazing Apr 30, Lisa rated it it was amazing Jan 16, Mia rated it really liked it Dec 13, Hilary Johnson rated it it was amazing Apr 09, Lauren Barrett rated it it was amazing Mar 23, Kaitlynn Fix rated it it was amazing Jun 22, Daphne Chennault rated it it was amazing Sep 10, Michelle Middleton rated it it was amazing Aug 25, Kelly rated it it was amazing Jan 21, There are no discussion topics on this book yet.
About Edgar Allan Poe. The name Poe brings to mind images of murderers and madmen, premature burials, and mysterious women who return from the dead. He is seen as a morbid, mysterious figure lurking in the shadows of moonlit cemeteries or crumbling castles. This is the Poe of legend. The real Poe was born to traveling actors in Boston on January 19, Edgar was the second of three children.
Allan would rear Poe to be a businessman and a Virginia gentleman, but Poe had dreams of being a writer in emulation of his childhood hero the British poet Lord Byron. His drinking will destroy his will to persevere when the going gets thick. Besides, his poems are decidedly masculine. Next to ours, the critics are likely to guess our sex. She is up to it. The next day, the three began selecting the poems they might include in a collection. Emily became intractable once again. They continued to excise any references to their sex and clues to their juvenilia, hopefully without destroying the structured forms.
It was, nevertheless, beginning to look hopeless as Emily maintained a remote attitude which she still refused to clarify. Several evenings later they continued their tradition about the dining-room table, reciting selected poems. With Charlotte in charge, by default it appears, it even sounded like the charade Anne had suggested. Just when all seemed lost and in danger of closure, Emily came up with a solution that resolved all their problems. It was not something Charlotte was happy about because she felt the project would bog down under her condition.
But behind that expressed concern lie a deeper motive. It meant that Emily had won. Charlotte had all the reasoning but Emily had dogmatic veto power. Her perfunctory admonitions fell on deaf ears as she knew they would. Anne prayed silent oaths. Branwell would be included. When they broke the news to him, he was sarcastic to a fault. I will succeed on my own or not at all!
It had to be Emily. She knew instinctively that the best time to broach the subject was when he was most vulnerable; that is, when the Peculiar Music 13 Paul Daniggelis alcoholic bravado had worn off. She would rouse him from his bed hours earlier than he was used to rising. She would appeal to his vanity by extolling this poem or that.
Then she would attack a particularly fine poem as unworthy of publication and have him bend over backward defending it.
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She sensed, however, that the matter was finally settled by her discovery of some love poems he had written to a mysterious lady. Emily realized, of course, that she had committed the very same error that she had charged Charlotte with — an invasion of privacy. Branwell, however, did not react in kind which relieved Emily.
Indeed, she went on to convince him that the lady would greatly admire a gift of poetry especially when she learned some of the poems were directed toward her. Branwell ultimately agreed to all of the conditions laid down by the girls, save one. He felt neutered himself but he rationalized that a successful published effort might lead to greater achievement. And publish he must! It was in their blood; all of them. In a quiet moment, Emily asked what name he had chosen for a pen name. All recriminations were forgotten when the blue volumes came in the post.
Each relished their words printed on fine paper so expertly bound. There was still value associated with each. Branwell gained most from the venture. His drinking diminished to the point where he could concentrate his attentions elsewhere and for sustained periods. He felt closer to Emily these days. It was as if she had expected him to be doomed to perdition, and then saved by wifely devotion. Deciding his ultimate fate was difficult for her. Branwell was at a loss to explain it.
She just never expected him to return to the family fold, hence her flawed assessment. It was when his own book was published by Smith Elder that the family was tied together in bonds of elation. He had struggled with it for many years. It was only when the poems were published that he felt he could, at last, complete the work.
He prayed his daily prayers of thankfulness that his sisters included him in that effort. It was really quite miraculous that Branwell turned around. Besides, I had to resort to the same treachery that you perpetrated on me in order to win him over. And then they died. I have never thought of the classic novel, Wuthering Heights, as a romance novel. And, it has done so in some of the most out-of-the-way places on earth, including Texas. Ben and Julie Rogers were born in Chicago and met as teenagers. The irony is that Ben and Julie would be life-long romantic lovers while Heathcliff was obsessively determined to avenge the selfish deceits perpetrated by Cathy, even after her death.
He even helped his brother Sol earn a degree in optometry who, then, moved to Texas and established the first Texas State Optical in Beaumont. Ben soon joined him and the business boomed. Coast Guard and married his beloved sweetheart. Courtesy of Regina Rogers Julie had earlier graduated from high school at the age of 14, college at 16, and obtained a law degree at DePaul University at age Multitalented, Julie also sang and played the violin.
But it was their devotion to each other and their new family that were the strongest bonds. Ben had earned his first fortune in the optical business and earned a second fortune in real estate. But Ben was not about money; he was in the business of philanthropy. Actually, the list of their philanthropic enterprises is too numerous to enumerate and that would still not define who these people were.
It permeated their lives. They had each other and they had their children. This was the essence of their lives. In , Ben presented an interesting illustration of his devotion to Julie. He had bigger fish to fry! In , Ben donated land to be used as a public park for the citizens of Beaumont. The 20 acre wooded tract, located at Delaware, has one and a half miles of walking trails, benches, trash containers and, remarkably, heather to enhance its association with the purple Yorkshire moors. But officials had to make allowances for the difference in climate between Beaumont, Texas and the Yorkshire moors.
The heather is a species grown in Mexico. The park is decorated with two stone monuments and perpetual landscaping maintenance. But Ben was sorely missed. The medium disclosed the following: Ben was among a rather large group of people, all of whom were, in fact, deceased. The group included a number of close friends, two nuns whom Ben had known when living, and. Julie Rogers died in Her daughter, Regina, continues the family philanthropy.
He remembered that day they met in the lane; that elfin young lady the world calls Jane] Why do you stammer to speak in that strain? Is there something dark hidden deep in thy brain? Would you then alter the name of the game? Then tell us, Mesrour, how you came by your name. A desert delight in a vast sandy plain.
The master of Thornfield coined his name in the rain. Or of that matter had I better refrain? And yet, Mesrour, I must try again. Tell us noble beast from whence you came. The words struck deep in mortal shame as he recalled the rot of Jamaican bane. A world afire; a world insane] I shall not press you to further explain.
It is obvious to see how great is your pain. It is reprinted here with additional detail and photos. It is Professor Joan Quarm to whom this book is dedicated. Professor Joan Quarm has been singled out for her inexhaustible efforts on behalf of the theater community in El Paso, Texas and elsewhere. She wrote erudite columns on art and theater for the late El Paso Herald Post. Her plate was too full.
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She asked if I would undertake representation. We were honored to have U. She never sought to publish these papers which had become disarrayed over the years - before computers mind you. As chance would have it, Ms. Jack Schmitt, among others, was responsible for naming craters on the moon after personalities of achievement. I once asked Joan what accomplishment of hers, in her long life, she was most proud of. Her response is instructive. We do what we must. You have surely earned it. Joan Quarm was responsible for founding four theaters in El Paso. One was simply called The Theater and another — Festival.
She then established the first bilingual theater in El Paso called the Teatro Los Pobres for three years, after which she was asked to turn leadership of the company to a Latino director. Her greatest accomplishment, however, was the creation of the Gilbert and Sullivan Company in , still going strong some 40 years until her death in December, It is reprinted here with additional material.
There was a time, however, when explaining what the ballet was about was literally impossible. The concept for this ballet goes back to at least at Bennington College in Vermont. The basic premise involves the loves, desires and fears of three sisters. The programme for a performance of the ballet at Bennington, July , reads in part: The action takes place in a room and the halls of an ancient house.
I have not quite finished the thing I am working on. It has become something else more general, I think. It has been called the perfect Graham ballet 8 but it is also modern dance. Ms Graham objected to this expression in favor of the all-encompassing contemporary dance. Perhaps this is the reason why the playbill is so similar to the programme. She did not intend for audiences to follow a linearly-scripted sequence of events.
Rather, she wanted them to feel the emotional impact of this psycho drama. This is how modernism is explained away — comprehension is not a crucial aspect of their craft. It is not known when she first read this poem but the earliest publication date appears to be January in Horizon Magazine. There is nothing in the record that Graham and Thomas had ever met although they likely would have been intimate soul mates as well as drinking buddies. Immortality through rebirth, an entrance, is seen by Donne as merely another preparation for death.
Are these the issues that concerned Dylan Thomas? And do they, in turn, embrace Martha Graham? Do not be dismayed if you have difficulty comprehending this poem. Author and authority on Dylan Thomas, C. We shall elaborate further in due course. The cast16 for those initial performances of Deaths were: In most performances, Martha Graham cast herself as Emily. There is no question that Charlotte was the family leader and far more heroic in her actions than Emily who wilted outside Haworth and the surrounding moors. Why, by having her in love with three characters in the ballet of course; in love with Dark Beloved, Poetic Beloved and, incestuously it appears, according to Agnes de Mille, with her brother Branwell.
She does not source the concept. However, she is not alone in thinking so. But he is correct about one thing. There is madness in the ballet and in Wuthering Heights. We do not know at what level Graham understood the Thomas poetry but we do have this fragment of what the title meant to her: There are so many little deaths, those moments of doubt, loneliness, fear [. Then there is the entrance again into the real world of energy that is the source of life; that is the immortality. But here is where the chain is snapped: Donne envisions birth as but an entrance to death.
Is it mere happenstance that Graham speaks of the immortality of her friends noted above? The symbolic stage props prove to be quite mysterious as well, even character-like, in the ballet: The older sisters play with chess pieces as phallic symbols; the children with typically Victorian play-things — toys, vases and shells. There are images of shells in the Thomas poem at line Ultimately, the One in Black rejects her three lovers in favor of a stage prop.
It is reasonably supposed that the red chess piece represented death — her own. But an unfortunate deus ex machina device subverts expectations. Her body straightens; her face becomes calm. But it is the One in Black with whom we are concerned. Cathy would almost certainly have chosen the red chess piece. She brings her protagonist close to death but pulls her back at a crisis moment — inexplicably! Emily was the least known of the sisters. She was singularly reclusive; perhaps to a fault; no lovers that anyone is aware of.
Then, Ms Graham could have allowed her to die just as Cathy willed her own death. Even the biblical Samson dies heroically. All of which are merely interpretations and musings. Often, not even the dancers knew who they were supposed to be or what they were about. And, it lends itself unerringly to parody. The dancers took on Russian-sounding names regularly playing both male and female roles. The Trockadero piece included the three sisters, heavy symbolism Chalice, chess piece and a conch shell.
The sisters then arise from the grave only to pull Bronta back down into the grave. I was curious to know what kind of mental preparation a dancer goes through to make her character come alive. It was difficult for her, Japanese being her first language, when finally a friend in Japan found translations of the major texts. She read the poems by Emily that she found online. She watched old films of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre.
Asked how she liked dancing Graham creations, she felt greatly honored to have been selected for the principal dancer. She has danced many roles in her life but the Martha Graham ballets hold a special significance for her. The character, in my opinion, should have been based on the Wuthering Heights heroine, Catherine Earnshaw. I wonder if you might comment. Yet I, for myself, was for a woman who is having so many layer[s] of psychological twist. See note 10 below. Whatever we do, we must not attempt to pin down the significance of those props! That way lies Freudian madness.
Incorrectly dated by James A. Greenwood Press, , p. Corrected information furnished as a result of an Interlibrary Loan request to the University of California at Los Angeles. The poem is reprinted above by permission of the Trustees for the Copyrights of Dylan Thomas. Revivals of the ballet were performed in , , , , , , as well as Clarion Books, , p. Schirmer Books, , p. A Biography New York: This was a programme of the John F.
Also see George P. E-mail transmission from Stuart Hodes to Daniggelis dated August 8, Ms de Mille has been taken to task for this idea. Stuart Hodes is in violent disagreement with Agnes de Mille. Copy courtesy Roy Fialkow. Why, otherwise, did she not offer W. Williams a more informed response when asked if she was related to Horatio Nelson?
It was surely the perfect opportunity. I never heard that I was. The rumor must have originated in our name resembling his title. We would know more. They were the Cyclopes: Uranus, however, hated all his children and may have feared the power of the awesome brothers.
Two of the brothers were not freed until Zeus needed their help in his battle and victory over Cronus his father and his Titans, upon which he became ruler of the Cosmos. The favored brothers resided on Mount Olympus until their deaths, at least one of which was at the hands of Apollo. The ghosts of the brothers are said to have been returned to Mount Etna.
Fast forward to the Middle Ages. Abbot Francesco Sacco, on the other hand, believed that a band of Albanian and Greek soldiers settled an area in the western foothills of Mt Etna. Figure 2 Several generations of conquest and occupation follow. By the end of the 18th century the territory was in the control of the King of Sicily.
Enter British Admiral Horatio Nelson. For his efforts, on the 13 August , King Ferdinand conferred upon Nelson the title Duke of Bronte and bestowed upon him the Dominion of Bronte with all its properties and dependencies. He never set foot on his newly-acquired Duchy.
It is assumed that the name was changed in deference to Lord Nelson. As suggested earlier, even his own daughter seemed to know nothing of the matter. A poem by Branwell and the aforementioned reference by W. Williams constitute all that we know about the presumed admiration for Nelson. These and other anomalies are the stuff of further research.
Elsewhere, in , as a tribute to Admiral Nelson, there is the town of Bronte on the western shores of Lake Ontario in Canada. Many of the early settlers of the area were United Empire Loyalists. Tasmania appears to be a rich source for the Bronte name. Gloria and her sister Lydia are profiled elsewhere in this document. Acknowledgements The author is indebted to Dr John M. Also to Professor Joan H. The Perseus Project, ed. AMS Press, , p. Reprinted from the edition, Bingley, England. The reader should be reminded that descriptions of characters, places, and incidents in mythology vary greatly with their authors and translators.
Tipografia di San Giuseppe, , repr. Riedizione Anastatica, , p.
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It is not clear why the second generation Cyclopes, Polyphemus of Odysseus fame , is included in the illustration. As blacksmiths, the helmet afforded protection from flying sparks and, as warriors, they protected the head and face from missile attacks from their enemies. Nelson, these properties did not include the town of Bronte itself. Etna has been established , La Sicilia, n. Prunty decided to change his name , La Sicilia, pp. It is important to note that the author of these articles and the inspiration for the twinning has since recanted his position in favor of the orthodox view.
Also see Bronte Park Highland Village http: Also see in this volume. Genealogy Hugh Brunty ca. Anne — Jeff L. John and Mary had two children — John Calvin and Lucretia. John Calvin lived and worked much of the rest of his life in the area around McCrory and Brinkley, Arkansas. He is buried in Beards Cemetery McCrory in an unmarked grave. A good-natured Irishman, Jeff liked to drink, sometimes to excess. He was shot by his brother-in- law. He is buried in Fakes Cemetery in McCrory. Lydia automatically assumed that she would not live beyond fifty herself.
Paradox and Promise W. Norton, , a book which helped to shift the national dialogue about aging to a broader level — that of exploring how the presence of large numbers of older adults in our society will help to change that society and its institutions as a whole. For the Baby Boomers, it will be the highest yet. MacArthur Foundation, working on program and administrative design and was, for seven years, a program officer at the Rockefeller Foundation.
They rode horses, raised cats and dogs, and remember fondly riding the wagon behind the tractor when her father was taking feed to cows and pigs. As her mother was musically inclined, the children took piano lessons and studied other areas of music. Gloria still recalls her mother playing the Arkansas State song on the old piano.
She even fantasized about being Emily. At Hendrix College, she majored in mathematics and went on to receive a Master of Science from the University of Arkansas. She was married for eight years living in New Jersey and the Philadelphia area while working as a computer programmer. In she moved back to her Arkansas roots, this time living in Little Rock.
She got interested in old houses and history. It was about that she began investigating her own family history. She learned much exciting information in the library and found the old cemetery out in the woods near Winona. She maintained an abiding interest in old family things while creating web sites of her findings including Woodruff County, Arkansas History and Genealogy see www. Gloria also managed web sites for the Humane Society see www.
She also looks after the old farm in McCrory where she grew up. Her sister Lydia, two cousins and two cats all died during the last few months of These have been trying times for her. It has taken much energy involving many trips out of town. For a while now, I have been receiving from Paul Daniggelis a number of snippets that he has been finding on the World Wide Web.
The following was posted on website: Monday 26 July What does IQ mean? How is IQ measured and what are average and high IQ scores? Submitted by Cynthia Wilcox, Charlotte, N. Many people would call them both geniuses. I was curious to find out where Jeff Elder got his information so I contacted him at jelder charlotteobserver. Terman, copyright , Stanford University Press. This is a multi-rated system for all cases.
There are two corrected IQ estimates for each. An AI rating is for analysis from the earliest age to age seventeen. The AII rating is based on the age span from seventeen to age twenty- six. It might interest the reader to know the values placed on several contemporary geniuses: Albert Einstein was not part of this study and it is not known where Mr. Elder found his information. It should be emphasized that this book was published in; that all of those studied were deceased; that modern testing is almost certainly superior to earlier methods; that it is in the nature of such data that any values attributed to individuals must be highly subjective and not to be taken seriously.
I contacted the most promising of these at rranalli josephbeth. A varied programme was augmented with music with just the right regional focus. Justin Ferate offers bus and walking tours throughout the metroplex. Ferate requesting information regarding the facility. The Library emailed me the following: It overlooks the confluence of the Harlem and Hudson Rivers. By separate mail we will send you a NY Times article about Spuyten Duyvil which mentions the apartments. We find no evidence that it is a designated landmark. As to how it got its name, it was common for architects and builders to name new apartment buildings after famous people or places at that time.
Perhaps its romantic setting led to this particular choice. That article is identified as: New York Times May 29, Accompanying the article was a poor photo of the Villa with an excerpt from the article: The author has since made a trip to New York where he was driven to the site by his brother, Chris Daniggelis. No one we spoke to, including the realtors whose office was nearby, had any idea who or why the complex was named for Charlotte. But we finally find photos and this at http: McKelvey, of Richfield Springs, N.
McKelvey — A lawyer, writer and developer built it in He rules over diplomacy and politics. He helps his charges be just and live with the truth. They can also be visionaries in whatever field they choose to be. They are generally articulate, decisive and dynamic and can be in the creative arts too, as well as in the field of economics. According to the following web site http: On page you will find these words: Night Shyamalan This came from http: What is it really about?
To be in that world was refreshing — where people just said what they said, good or bad. Everything was very open and in big, broad strokes. Still curious as to Mr. Ouzounian for any additional information at his disposal. This is the actual quote Shyamalan gave the press. Feel free to use it. Then they offered me Wuthering Heights with these two amazing actors to do. Triple-A list actors in both roles. What a strange lecture comes next in your letter! Can there be a great artist without poetry? Page — Alice Meynell: She is a mistress of derision rather than of wit and humour.
Her irony is now and then exquisitely bitter. They hardly appear in her stories except to illustrate the folly of their mothers. They are not her subjects as children; they are her subjects as spoilt children, and as children through whom a mother may receive flattery from her designing acquaintance, and may inflict annoyance on her sensible friends.
Page — Willa Cather: I have not much faith in women in fiction. They have a sort of sex consciousness that is abominable. They are so limited to one string and they lie so about that. Page — G. Yet the fact remains that Jane Austen knew more about men than either of them.
Jane Austen may have been protected from truth: Amis in his unwillingness lightly to undertake inviting Mr. Edmund Bertram to dine; her less intelligent, more fulsome admirers have been more an embarrassment to her high reputation than her hostile critics. The fantasy novels are a big turn-off for girls, warns a new survey to publishers Penguin, who say Potter and Lord of the Rings books are the worst reads to pack in your suitcase this summer, reports the Daily Star. Sex and relationship expert Tracey Cox said: Pick a classic and women will swoon at your sensitive nature.
I even got my brother John involved because he and his twin, Chris, are handicappers and spend significant time studying the horses. She was the promising winner of two races in two attempts and I wondered how seriously hurt she was. In time, I received a full color photo see below and a letter from the Godolphin public relations department in Newmarket, UK informing me that Miss Bronte had suffered a leg injury and has had minor surgery.
They were hopeful that she might return to racing in the fall. But I still had no record of the naming. I sent a follow-up letter to Miss Ciska Groen, Public Relations in Newmarket but her response was less than satisfactory. Curiously, there was even a horse named Hurlevent The title of a French version of Wuthering Heights.
Obviously, this list is almost certainly not complete. It was an SASE come back to me. I opened it with great calm and read another in a long line of rejection slips for my latest fictional effort.
I was no longer surprised and I think I finally had it figured out. I read it recently in some anthology. Christopher Isherwood was expounding on the shortcomings of journalists; hence, their inability to write decent fiction. Well, things were about to change. I reached behind the thick stacks of published non-fiction and pulled out the fiction folder. I retrieved the log sheet for the rejected story and noted the date of rejection.
I needed spiritual communion with the past. To begin with, it was a hot, white sky that made your eyes curdle. The stagnation was oppressive. Not even Ahab could row out of these doldrums. I longed for rain. I rationalized my expenses for the trip with the small travel allowance the paper offered and the commitments for slide lectures with several academic institutions. Still, I was going on the cheap and every little bit helped. While my companions droned on about the maligned family, I had a headache and my right, rear molar was pulsating.
I reached into a pocket and retrieved a sadly depleted vial of clove oil. That was another reason for Forever Amber 91 Paul Daniggelis the Juarez jaunt; the need to replenish the precious fluid. I removed the cap, touched a dab to the little finger and applied the miraculous brew to the offending tooth. Just like that, the pain was gone. All I wanted was for him to confirm that it was he who was responsible for naming a crater on the moon for Charlotte!
Let me see, how did he put it? As we made our way toward the bridge I stopped at my usual off-the-beaten-path farmacia. However, he may have been at one time and his shop did contain many herbal remedies. Curanderos are often accused of magical powers which are so much guacamole. In any case, I preferred an herbal balm whenever possible and, curandero or not, he had what I needed. Besides, I considered him a friend.
I mumbled some Spanish salutations to which he nodded and showed off his silver-toothed smile. He gave me a package, calling it a gift for my forthcoming voyage. It felt like a flexible cellulose tube, also amber-colored, with a cork stopper and an amber cap. It was very dusty which he promptly wiped off. I absentmindedly stuffed my old vial in a pocket of the raincoat and examined the new one.
I have on order but it will be some days. I twisted off the cork and gave the tooth another dose. It was still potent but faintly different. It was a question of economics. It took but a short time, however, to realize my error. This freshly painted, gray bucket of British bolts had the aroma of rotting fruit added to the paint mix. It was ripe and fruit-fly infested.
Still, I tried to adjust to the dismal accommodations. I wrote across the top of the page, Saturday August 11, , then went on deck. I was the only passenger. The crew ignored my quest for insight into the seafaring mentality. I got through a late afternoon, a night, and most of the next day before the pitching and rolling got to my stomach. I started heaving the moment I put anything in my mouth. I learned Forever Amber 94 Paul Daniggelis rather quickly that the only thing I could keep down were candy bars.
On the third day out, I was lightheaded and my stomach was churning. The heat was unbearable. The crew seemed to be enjoying my agony. I guessed that this was a common reaction for virgin seafarers. The last thing I saw before I passed out was a gyrating Van Gogh sun. It was two days before I felt capable of crawling out of bed. I knew I was getting better because my tooth was throbbing. I felt even better until I went up on deck. You would think that of all places where there should be clouds, the ocean was it.
It was nothing but azure at all points of the compass. I lingered for two more days trying not to move.
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I kept dousing my head with cooling water learning how to survive. It was dark when I woke up the day before debarking in London. I thought it was all over for me. I suffer from a mild case of tinnitus but this was ridiculous. I buried my head in my hands for what seemed an eternity.
When the ringing subsided and I was able to get my bearings, sunlight flooded the cabin. My cabin had suddenly become a stateroom. The battleship gray interior was now carpeted and wood-paneled. It occurred to me just then that my clothes, which had been hanging from some wall pegs, were gone. An instant later I realized I was bare-ass naked. Even my college ring was gone from my finger. I looked on the floor beneath where my clothes were hung the evening before.
There was the raincoat Ulisis had given me. Everything else of mine was gone! I swung out of bed and searched for some clothes. It was well stocked with clothing, luggage, bathroom essentials; all foreign-looking stuff. I managed to squeeze into some well-made clothes that made me look like Hans Brinker. I realized, with surprised relief, that I suddenly felt well, albeit lightheaded.
I searched for my glasses but they were nowhere to be found. Oddly, I could see well enough without them. Something else nagged at me. I fell back on the bed, staying as quietly as I could. I waited longer, double-checking what could not be true; but was. My heart was beating at an unsustainably slow rate! It seemed an eternity before I risked any movement, fearing that I would simply fall over. I felt just fine and that was all there was to it. Not only that, but I could hear the ticking of a handsome Forever Amber 96 Paul Daniggelis wall clock at the other end of the cabin. The ringing in my ears had stopped as well.
No bodily functions seemed to be working but I felt perfectly well. There was but one thing to do and that was to go on deck and see if all this could be explained. I could not believe what I saw next. I was on a sailing ship under full sail but of very sleek design. That had to be a teak wood deck. Then I noticed that the ship had a single smokestack.
I was no longer wondering where I was, but when I was. I was relieved only by the familiar display of the Union Jack. Just then, what I guessed was a cabin boy came around. As soon as he saw me he turned tail and headed the other way. Not waiting for me to respond, I was hustled off to the Bridge. Again I was interrogated and I tried to explain that I had no idea where I was, how I got there, nor when.
The Captain sent one of the men back to the cabin for identification papers. He returned empty handed. No document that I owned aboard the freighter was with me now. For all intents and purposes I was a stowaway. The Captain informed me that we would be in London tomorrow and that I would be turned over to the authorities. Until then I was to stay in my cabin under guard.
Forever Amber 97 Paul Daniggelis A small crowd had gathered as I was being escorted back to my cabin. Many of these people were obviously not sailors, but passengers; not only passengers but posh tourists. I had no opportunity to ask. I was offered food but, rather surprisingly, I had not the least appetite. Nevertheless, all was well except for my. Something resembling a radio was in the cabin but aside from the same music that I heard on the Bridge, there was mostly static.
At length, I asked the guard for some reading material. It made no sense at all. It was dated Saturday, August 11, I read every word of the eight page document, not for content, but to see if the articles corroborated the date. The next morning, before light, I was doubled over clutching my head. The ringing in my ears came on as before only not as severe nor as protracted. It was just coming light when I was able to function. I felt the ship rocking with every swell. I checked the pockets. There were several British coins.
I checked the dates on them. There were none dated later than ! I made haste to check my gear and get out on deck. As before, only my raincoat and clove oil vials survived the transition. I threw those and a few incidentals into an empty, blue laundry bag with draw string and left the cabin.
The wind was up and clouds, moisture-laden clouds, were whipping by. The relief from hot, oppressive days was immediate. I was on a steam ship of rustic design. I found out later that it had made its way across the Atlantic from New York in good time; about a month. Upon debarking, I spied a youngster hawking newspapers. It was The London Times. I bought one and checked the date. Saturday, August 14, !
Pretty ridiculous if you ask me! I was in a time warp of incomprehensible scope. How did I get here and why? There had to be reasons and explanations for it all. There were bodies, man and beast, going in every direction. It was a Forever Amber 99 Paul Daniggelis fascinating black and gray whirlwind. I looked for a place to get my bearings and found myself walking about the heart of the city of London.
I needed to assess my situation. Surprisingly, I stumbled upon the Chapter Coffee House. It was right there across from St. I ordered a cup of hot, steaming coffee set aside how and why I was here and concentrate on the consequences of my new situation. Nature was obviously playing intricate games with me.
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My non-existent camera meant there would be no photos, so there would be no slide shows. Even if my notes had survived there would be no stories for the newspaper. Who would believe them? Indeed, I had no idea how I was going to explain any of this away or even if was it possible? I was never to return home.
There were more immediate concerns. There was no material in any depositories for me to research. Why would anyone want to? Well, I wanted to, if for no other reason than to see their faces and know what genius looked like. I needed to I wracked my brain. The girls had published their book of poems in Was it still available this year? Who was the publisher?
- The Santamobile.
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- Chemin de vie offerts (French Edition).
- The Taxpayer - July 2012 (The Taxpayer 2012 Book 61).
- Sending the Elevator Down.
He was right here in London; probably only blocks from where I sat. I found Aylott and Jones without difficulty.