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He trudged back along the trail to where he had... 300 [Feb. 15th, 2010|02:30 am] He trudged back along the trail to where he had left his rifle and pack and settled down into his melancholyAch, so many things I could have doneApparently without cause, a deep and limitless sorrow welled in his chestHe pitied himself, but his pity grew larger, swelled to include everybody in his compassionAi! it's hard, it's hard, he thoughtHe could not have said why he made this statement link post comment

"Aaah, what do ya t'ink?" Polack said"I lived... 640 [Feb. 12th, 2010|02:47 am] "Aaah, what do ya t'ink?" Polack said"I lived with a bunch of dagoesI know more about 'em than you do "No, you don't," Minetta said"Listen, I wouldn't tell anybody this, 'cause you know how guys are, they'll think you're handing them a line of crap, but you can believe me, this is the truth, honestWe were really society, nobility, back in the old countryMy father never did a day's work in his life, all he'd ever do was go huntingWe had a regular estate "You think I'm kidding youYou see, I don't look like an Italian, I got light-brown hair and light skinYou ought to see the rest of my family, they're all blond, I'm link post comment

I shook my head - Don't knowNow I could... 625 [Feb. 10th, 2010|03:06 am] I shook my head - Don't knowNow I could feel sweat running down my cheeks, although the kitchen wasn't particularly warm I was wondering what to do next - who to call - when Ilse came back on the phoneShe sounded exhaustedShe also sounded like herselfFinally like herself"Jesus Christ in the morning," she said "What happened?" I had to restrain myself from shouting"Illy, what happened?" "It's goneIt caught fire and burnedI watched it through the windowIt's link post comment

Minetta closed his eyesWhat a setup, he thought... 750 [Feb. 6th, 2010|03:01 am] Minetta closed his eyesWhat a setup, he thought disgustedlyHis annoyance was suppressing a great deal of fear link post comment

I 72 figured what I'd need most in my new one... 375 [Feb. 4th, 2010|02:59 am] I 72 figured what I'd need most in my new one was my checkbook and my American Express card "What do you mean?" he asked "Someone who could afford to build here in the first place could probably talk a couple of B-and- C inspectors around "B-and-C? What's that?" For a moment I couldn't tell himI could see what I meant: men in white shirts and ties, wearing yellow hi-impact plastic hardhats on their heads and carrying clipboards in their handsI could even see the pens in their shirt pockets, and the plastic pocket-protectors to which they were clippedThe devil's in the details, right? But I couldn't think of what B-and-C stood for, although I knew it as well as my own nameAnd instantly I was furiousInstantly it seemed that making my left link post comment

POLACK: (grinning) I'm glad I ain't got to worry... 843 [Feb. 3rd, 2010|03:09 am] POLACK: (grinning) I'm glad I ain't got to worry about one of those bitches cheating on me MINETTA: Aaah, fug youYou think you're pretty goddam good 7 AFTER the night when the Japanese failed to cross the river, the first squad remained in its position for three daysOn the fourth day, 1st Battalion advanced a half mile and recon moved up with A CompanyTheir new outpost was on the crest of a hill which looked down into a tiny valley of kunai grass link post comment

593 The rest of the presentation took about... 343 [Feb. 2nd, 2010|03:14 am] 593 The rest of the presentation took about twentyfive minutes, but I remember very little of itI was like a man conducting a slide-show in a dream I kept expecting to wake up in my hospital bed, hot and shot through with pain, roaring for morphine xii That dreamlike feeling persisted through the postlecture reception at the ScotoI had no sooner finished my first glass of champagne (bigger than a thimble, but not much) before a second was thrust into my handI was toasted by people I didn't knowThere were shouts of "Hear, hear!" and one cry of "Maestro!" I looked around for my new friends and didn't see them anywhere Not that there was much time to lookThe congratulations seemed endless, both on my talk and on the slidesAt least I didn't have to deal with any extended critiques of my link post comment

"Any idea what that means?" I asked WiremanIt's a... 78 [Jan. 31st, 2010|11:56 pm] "Any idea what that means?" I asked WiremanIt's a warning often given to new lawyers after they pass their bar examsThe liberal translation is 'One misstep leads to another' The literal translation is 'Hell invokes Hell'" He looked at me bleakly, then back at the message below the family name"I have an idea that might have been John Eastlake's final verdict before leaving this version of Heron's Roost forever Jack reached out to touch the jagged motto, then seemed to think better of it 945 Wireman did it for him"The verdict, gentlemen and rendered in the law's own language Sunset at 7:15, give or take, and daylight's a fleeting thingWe take turns with the picnic basket xi But before we went anywhere, we paused inside the gate for a good look at link post comment

TELEGRAM, ARTHUR HOLMWOOD TO SEWARD 1... 734 [Jan. 31st, 2010|02:43 am] TELEGRAM, ARTHUR HOLMWOOD TO SEWARD 1 September "Am summoned to see my father, who is worseWrite me fully by tonight's post to Ring LETTER FROM DRSEWARD TO ARTHUR HOLMWOOD 2 September "My dear old fellow, "With regard to Miss Westenra's health I hasten to let you know at once that in my opinion there is not any functional disturbance or any malady that I know ofAt the same time, I am not by any means satisfied with her appearanceShe is woefully different from what she was when I saw her lastOf course you must bear in mind that I did not have full opportunity of examination such as I should wishOur very friendship makes a little difficulty which not even medical science or custom can bridge overI had better tell you exactly what happened, leaving you to draw, in a measure, your own conclusionsI shall then say what I have done and propose doing "I found Miss Westenra in seemingly gay spiritsHer mother was present, and in a few seconds I made up my mind that she was trying all she knew to mislead her mother and prevent her from being anxiousI have no doubt she guesses, if she does not know, what need of caution there is "We lunched alone, and as we all exerted ourselves to be cheerful, we got, as some kind of reward for our labours, some real cheerfulness amongst usWestenra went to lie down, and Lucy was left with meWe went into her boudoir, and till we got there her gaiety remained, for the servants were coming and going "As soon as the door was closed, however, the mask fell from her face, and she sank down into a chair with a great sigh, and hid her eyes with her handWhen I saw that her high spirits had failed, I at once took advantage of her reaction to make a diagnosis "She said to me very sweetly, 'I cannot tell you how I loathe talking about myself' I reminded her that a doctor's confidence was sacred, but that you were grievously anxious about herShe caught on to my meaning at once, and settled that matter in a word'Tell Arthur everything you chooseI do not care for myself, but for him!' So I am quite free "I could easily see that she was somewhat bloodless, but I could not see the usual anemic signs, and by the chance, I was able to test the actual quality of her blood, for in opening a window which was stiff a cord gave way, and she cut her hand slightly with broken glassIt was a slight matter in itself, but it gave me an evident chance, and I secured a few drops of the blood and have analysed them "The qualitative analysis give a quite normal condition, and shows, I should infer, in itself a vigorous state of healthIn other physical matters I was quite satisfied that there is no need for anxiety, but as there must be a cause somewhere, I have come to the conclusion that it must be something mental "She complains of difficulty breathing satisfactorily at times, and of heavy, lethargic sleep, with dreams that frighten her, but regarding which she can remember nothingShe says that as a child, she used to walk in her sleep, and that when in Whitby the habit came back, and that once she walked out in the night and went to East Cliff, where Miss Murray found herBut she assures me that of late the habit has not returned "I am in doubt, and so have done the best thing I know ofI have written to my old friend and master, Professor Van Helsing, of Amsterdam, who knows as much about obscure diseases as any one in the worldI have asked him to come over, and as you told me that all things were to be at your charge, I have mentioned to him who you are and your relations to Miss WestenraThis, my dear fellow, is in obedience to your wishes, for I am only too proud and happy to do anything I can for her "Van Helsing would, I know, do anything for me for a personal reason, so no matter on what ground he comes, we must accept his wishesHe is a seemingly arbitrary man, this is because he knows what he is talking about better than any one elseHe is a philosopher and a metaphysician, and one of the most advanced scientists of his day, and he has, I believe, an absolutely open mindThis, with an iron nerve, a temper of the ice-brook, and indomitable resolution, self-command, and toleration exalted from virtues to blessings, and the kindliest and truest heart that beats, these form his equipment for the noble work that he is doing for mankind, work both in theory and practice, for his views are as wide as his all-embracing sympathyI tell you these facts that you may know why I have such confidence in himI have asked him to come at link post comment

To my intense surprise, there was no one with... 359 [Jan. 30th, 2010|02:32 am] To my intense surprise, there was no one with himHe was quite alone, and on the table opposite him was what I knew at once from the description to be a phonographI had never seen one, and was much interested "I hope I did not keep you waiting," I said, "but I stayed at the door as I heard you talking, and thought there was someone with you "Oh," he replied with a smile, "I was only entering my diary "Your diary?" I asked him in surprise "Yes," he answered As he spoke he laid his hand on the phonographI felt quite excited over it, and blurted out, "Why, this beats even shorthand! May I hear it say something?" "Certainly," he replied with alacrity, and stood up to put it in train for speakingThen he paused, and a troubled look overspread his face "The fact is," he began awkwardly, "I only keep my diary in it, and as it is entirely, almost entirely, about my cases it may be awkward, that is, I mean?" He stopped, and I tried to help him out of his embarrassment "You helped to attend dear Lucy at the endLet me hear how she died, for all that I know of her, I shall be very gratefulShe was very, very dear to me To my surprise, he answered, with a horrorstruck look in his face, "Tell you of her death? Not for the wide world!" "Why not?" I asked, for some grave, terrible feeling was coming over me Again he paused, and I could see that he was trying to invent an excuseAt length, he stammered out, "You see, I do not know how to pick out any particular part of the diary Even while he was speaking an idea dawned upon him, and he said with unconscious simplicity, in a different voice, and with the naivete of a child, "that's quite true, upon my honourHonest Indian!" I could not but smile, at which he grimaced"I gave myself away that time!" he said"But do you know that, although I have kept the diary for months past, it never once struck me how I was going to find any particular part of it in case I wanted to look it up?" By this time my mind was made up that the diary of a doctor who attended Lucy might have something to add to the sum of our knowledge of that terrible Being, and I said boldly, "Then, DrSeward, you had better let me copy it out for you on my typewriter He grew to a positively deathly pallor as he said, "No! No! No! For all the worldI wouldn't let you know that terrible story!" Then it was terribleMy intuition was right! For a moment, I thought, and as my eyes ranged the room, unconsciously looking for something or some opportunity to aid me, they lit on a great batch of typewriting on the tableHis eyes caught the look in mine, and without his thinking, followed their directionAs they saw the parcel he realized my meaning "You do not know me," I said"When you have read those papers, my own diary and my husband's also, which I have typed, you will know me betterI have not faltered in giving every thought of my own heart in this causeBut, of course, you do not know me, yet, and I must not expect you to trust me so far He is certainly a man of noble naturePoor dear Lucy was right about himHe stood up and opened a large drawer, in which were arranged in order a number of hollow cylinders of metal covered with dark wax, and said, "You are quite rightI did not trust you because I did not know youBut I know you now, and let me say that I should have known you long agoI know that Lucy told you of meShe told me of you tooMay I make the only atonement in my power? Take the cylinders and hear themThe first half-dozen of them are personal to me, and they will not horrify link post comment

So, my dear, we will send him away to smoke the... 611 [Jan. 28th, 2010|02:18 am] So, my dear, we will send him away to smoke the cigarette in the garden, whiles you and I have little talk all to ourselves' I took the hint, and strolled about, and presently the professor came to the window and called me inHe looked grave, but said, 'I have made careful examination, but there is no functional causeWith you I agree that there has been much blood lost, it has been but is notBut the conditions of her are in no way anemicI have asked her to send me her maid, that I may ask just one or two questions, that so I may not chance to miss nothingI know well what she will sayAnd yet there is causeThere is always cause for everythingI must go back home and thinkYou must send me the telegram every day, and if there be cause I shall come againThe disease, for not to be well is a disease, interest me, and the sweet, young dear, she interest me tooShe charm me, and for her, if not for you or disease, I come' "As I tell you, he would not say a word more, even when we were aloneAnd so now, Art, you know all I knowI shall keep stern watchI trust your poor father is rallyingIt must be a terrible thing to you, my dear old fellow, to be placed in such a position between two people who are both so dear to youI know your idea of duty to your father, and you are right to stick to itBut if need be, I shall send you word to come at once to Lucy, so do not be over-anxious unless you hear from meSEWARD'S DIARY 4 September-Zoophagous patient still keeps up our interest in himHe had only one outburst and that was yesterday at an unusual timeJust before the stroke of noon he began to grow restlessThe attendant knew the symptoms, and at once summoned aidFortunately the men came at a run, and were just in time, for at the stroke of noon he became so violent that it took all their strength to hold himIn about five minutes, however, he began to get more quiet, and finally sank into a sort of melancholy, in which state he has remained up to nowThe attendant tells me that his screams whilst in the paroxysm were really appallingI found my hands full when I got in, attending to some of the other patients who were frightened by himIndeed, I can quite understand the effect, for the sounds disturbed even me, though I was some distance awayIt is now after the dinner hour of the asylum, and as yet my patient sits in a corner brooding, with a dull, sullen, woe-begone look in his face, which seems rather to indicate than to show something directlyI cannot quite understand it-Another change in my patientAt five o'clock I looked in on him, and found him seemingly as happy and contented as he used to beHe was catching flies and eating them, and was keeping note of his capture by making nailmarks on the edge of the door between the ridges of paddingWhen he saw me, he came over and apologized for his bad conduct, and asked me in a very humble, cringing way to be led back to his own room, and to have his notebook againI thought it well to humour him, so he is back in his room with the window openHe has the sugar of his tea spread out on the window sill, and is reaping quite a harvest of fliesHe is not now eating them, but putting them into a box, as of old, and is already examining the corners of his room to find a spiderI tried to get him to talk about the past few days, for any clue to his thoughts would be of immense help to me, but he would not link post comment

The French are famous for the clarity of their... 314 [Jan. 27th, 2010|02:13 am] The French are famous for the clarity of their thought and the lucidness of their prose, yet in what 'er they do, they never fail to bring chaos, filth, and hubbub, as witness the mess on board the shipRelying on man's ingenuity and entrusted with his hopes, but loaded with his clutter, the ship sailed along amidst the noise and bustle link post comment

Hello, my account friends 955 [Jan. 26th, 2010|11:51 am] Welcome to my first blog link post comment

I scolded him for it, but he argued quietly that... 486 [Jan. 26th, 2010|11:51 am] I scolded him for it, but he argued quietly that it was very good and very wholesome, that it was life, strong life, and gave life to himThis gave me an idea, or the rudiment of oneI must watch how he gets rid of his spiders He has evidently some deep problem in his mind, for he keeps a little notebook in which he is always jotting down somethingWhole pages of it are filled with masses of figures, generally single numbers added up in batches, and then the totals added in batches again, as though he were focussing some account, as the auditors put it-There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growingIt will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration, you will have to give the wall to your conscious brother I kept away from my friend for a few days, so that I might notice if there were any changeThings remain as they were except that he has parted with some of his pets and got a new one He has managed to get a sparrow, and has already partially tamed itHis means of taming is simple, for already the spiders have diminishedThose that do remain, however, are well fed, for he still brings in the flies by tempting them with his food 19 July--We are progressingMy friend has now a whole colony of sparrows, and his flies and spiders are almost obliteratedWhen I came in he ran to me and said he wanted to ask me a great favour, a very, very great favourAnd as he spoke, he fawned on me like a dog I asked him what it was, and he said, with a sort of rapture in his voice and bearing, "A kitten, a nice, little, sleek playful kitten, that I can play with, and teach, and feed, and feed, and feed!" I was not unprepared for this request, for I had noticed how his pets went on increasing in size and vivacity, but I did not care that his pretty family of tame sparrows should be wiped out in the same manner as the flies and spidersSo I said I would see about it, and asked him if he would not rather have a cat than a kitten His eagerness betrayed him as he answered, "Oh, yes, I would like a cat! I only asked for a kitten lest you should refuse me a catNo one would refuse me a kitten, would they?" I shook my head, and said that at present I feared it would not be possible, but that I would see about itHis face fell, and I could see a warning of danger in it, for there was a sudden fierce, sidelong look which meant killingThe man is an undeveloped homicidal maniacI shall test him with his present craving and see how it will work out, then I shall know more-I have visited him again and found him sitting in a corner broodingWhen I came in he threw himself on his knees before me and implored me to let him have a cat, that his salvation depended upon it I was firm, however, and told him that he could not have it, whereupon he went without a word, and sat down, gnawing his fingers, in the corner where I had found himI shall see him in the morning early-Visited Renfield very early, before attendant went his roundsFound him up and humming a tuneHe was spreading out his sugar, which he had saved, in the window, and was manifestly beginning his fly catching again, and beginning it cheerfully and with a good grace I looked around for his birds, and not seeing them, asked him where they wereHe replied, without turning round, that they had all flown awayThere were a few feathers about the room and on his pillow a drop of bloodI said nothing, but went and told the keeper to report to me if there were anything odd about him during the day-The attendant has just been to see me to say that Renfield has been very sick and has disgorged a whole lot of feathers"My belief is, doctor," he said, "that he has eaten his birds, and that he just took and ate them raw!" 11 pm-I gave Renfield a strong opiate tonight, enough to make even him sleep, and took away his pocketbook to look at itThe thought that has been buzzing about my brain lately is complete, and the theory proved My homicidal maniac is of a peculiar kindI shall have to invent a new classification for him, and call him a zoophagous (life-eating) link post comment

Beijing May Face Waste Crisis in Four Years [Jan. 25th, 2010|05:42 pm] "China's capital city Beijing may face ""garbage crisis"" in four years, if no more waste disposal facilities to be built in time, the city's municipal administration warned on Tuesday. The volume of trash in the capital city is growing by 8 percent annually. 90 percent of garbage is buried in landfills, officials with the city's commission supervising cityscape told Chinanews.com. Beijing, with a population of about 20 million, currently generates 18,000 tons of trash every day and the designed capacity of its garbage disposal plants is 11,000 tons each, which are already overloaded. ""If new garbage disposal facilities can't be built in time, Beijing will have to face a big challenge brought by the soaring volume of waste in four years. Incineration is a significant solution to solve the problem for Beijing, a city short of land resources,"" said the commission's officials. However, incineration is seldom used in the city due to the objection from the public, most of whom feared the pollution the incineration may generate, according to the commission. Wang Xiaohong, a professor from Guangzhou University's College of Environment Science and Engineering said that it is not a technical problem any more to incinerate all the garbage. The new solution for waste disposal has proved efficient in recent years, but deficient management and publicity led to the lack of the public's support, he added. Wang Weiping, vice general engineer from Beijing's cityscape watchdog, admitted that the key point for popularizing incineration is to improve the supervision over the implementation of the measures designed to contain the pollution of the refuse destructor plants. Wang Weiping suggested to battle the emerging crisis, more efforts be made to reassure the public of the safety and efficiency of incineration. " link post comment

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