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            <image:title>Tematik Çıkartmalarla Gelişim Serisi - Badem Şekilleri Öğreniyor</image:title>
            <image:caption>Tematik Çıkartmalarla Gelişim Serisi kitapları çocuğunuzun başucu kitapları olacak! Her sayfada çıkartmalarla saymayı, şekilleri, renkleri, zıt kavramları eğlenerek öğrenecek ve yavru hayvanlarla tanışacak. Tematik çıkartmalarla gelişim serisi ile çocuklar çok eğlenecek ve kaliteli zaman geçirecek siz de Badem Şekilleri Öğreniyor Gelişim Serisi kitabına hemen sahip olabilirsiniz.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Çıkartmalı Çevremizdeki Araçlar - Şehirde</image:title>
            <image:caption>Çıkartmalı Çevremizdeki Araçlar - Şehirde
Bu kitap, çocuğunuzun çıkartmaları kullanarak çevresindeki araçları öğrenmesini sağlar. Ayrıca çocuğunuz basit mantık bulmacaları çözer ve eşleştirme etkinlikleri yapar. Her sayfada renkli çıkartmaları kullanmak çocuğunuzun yeni bilgileri öğrenmesini daha eğlenceli hale getirir. Çıkartmaları doğru yere yapıştırmak çocuğunuzun problem çözme becerisini geliştirirken ince motor becerilerine ve el-göz koordinasyonun gelişmesine katkı sağlar. Eğlenceye Devam!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Çıkartmalı Çevremizdeki Araçlar - İnşaatta</image:title>
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Bu kitap, çocuğunuzun çıkartmaları kullanarak çevresindeki araçları öğrenmesini sağlar. Ayrıca çocuğunuz basit mantık bulmacaları çözer ve eşleştirme etkinlikleri yapar. Her sayfada renkli çıkartmaları kullanmak çocuğunuzun yeni bilgileri öğrenmesini daha eğlenceli hale getirir. Çıkartmaları doğru yere yapıştırmak çocuğunuzun problem çözme becerisini geliştirirken ince motor becerilerine ve el-göz koordinasyonun gelişmesine katkı sağlar. Eğlenceye Devam!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Çıkartmalı Çevremizdeki Araçlar - Çiftlikte</image:title>
            <image:caption>Çıkartmalı Çevremizdeki Araçlar - Çiftlikte
Bu kitap, çocuğunuzun çıkartmaları kullanarak çevresindeki araçları öğrenmesini sağlar. Ayrıca çocuğunuz basit mantık bulmacaları çözer ve eşleştirme etkinlikleri yapar. Her sayfada renkli çıkartmaları kullanmak çocuğunuzun yeni bilgileri öğrenmesini daha eğlenceli hale getirir. Çıkartmaları doğru yere yapıştırmak çocuğunuzun problem çözme becerisini geliştirirken ince motor becerilerine ve el-göz koordinasyonun gelişmesine katkı sağlar.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Türkiye Ve Ortadoğu Su Politikaları</image:title>
            <image:caption>Petro-politik hidro-politiğe dönüşmektedir…
Her ikisinin de nemalandığı toprak, insan, bölge, medeniyet, tarih bilinci, gelecek kurgusu daha köklü politikalara ihtiyaç duyulmaktadır.

Toprak ve su tarımın olmazsa olmaz, devredilmez ve vazgeçilmez iki unsurudur.
Tarımsal sulamada ve tarla içi geliştirme işlemlerinde başarı, sulama projelerinin uygun ürün deseni, çiftçi katılımı, inşaattan işletme ve bakıma kadar sağlıklı bir organizasyona bağlıdır. 

Sulama sisteminin en iyi şekilde idaresi yanında toprak, su, bitki, bilgi ve insan dengesinin ve ilişkisinin kurulması; toprağa, suya ve tarımsal faaliyete yönelik hizmetleri yürüten kuruluşların entegrasyonu kaçınılmazdır. 

Kaos, kargaşa, kuraklık, korku, kurumsal dağınıklık, kayıplar yerini kanuna, kavramsal bütünlüğe, kurumsal entegrasyona, sürdürülebilir bir kullanma ve koruma bilincine terketmelidir.

Dr. Lütfü Şahsuvaroğlu’nun TÜRKİYE VE ORTADOĞU SU POLİTİKALARI adlı eseri, bizi bugünümüzü ve geleceğimizi ilgilendiren bir düşünce fırtınasına davet ediyor…</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Çelişki Bilmez Lezzet’in Geçmiş Zaman Maceraları</image:title>
            <image:caption>Sen hiç çelişki bilmeyen birini tanıdın mı?
Hayır!
İşte karşında Uğur, daha doğrusu Lezzet. 
 
Hemen her öğretmenin, okul müdürünün maratona benzettiği hayatın henüz başında biri Lezzet. Başka bir deyişle; böğürtlenli, limonlu, çilekli, çikolatalı, vişneli, karamelli, karadutlu dondurmalardan henüz tatmadı, sadece vanilyalının tadını biliyor. Onunla tanışmak için sayfaları çevirmen yeterli. 
 
 
Çelişki Bilmez Lezzet’in Geçmiş Zaman Maceraları 
Uğur Vardan’ın çocukluk anılarından yola çıkarak yazdığı öykülerden oluşuyor.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Bilge Dedem (Ciltli)</image:title>
            <image:caption>Düşünsene… 
Yüzlerce yıl önce yaşamış,  önemli buluşlara imza atmış ve ismi asırlar sonrasına ulaşmış büyük büyük deden sana mektup yazmış! 
Uzay mühendisi olan Ali Kuşçu, 
Yaşadığı yüzyıla “Biruni Asrı” adı verilen ünlü matematikçi Biruni, 
“Dünya Gezgini” olarak tanınan Evliya Çelebi, 
Dünyanın ikinci öğretmeni olarak kabul edilen Farabi, 
İlk uçak mühendisi olan Hezarfen Ahmet Çelebi ve 
Dünyanın en önemli tarihçi ve sosyologlarından olan İbn-i Haldun, 
“Doktorların Sultanı” adıyla meşhur İbn-i Sina, 
Ünlü tarihçi Kâtip Çelebi, 
Asrına mührünü vurmuş bir mimar olan Mimar Sinan, 
Sözleri ve şiirleriyle dünyaya mal olmuş Mevlana, 
İlk dünya haritasını çizen denizci Piri Reis ve 
Ünlü şair Yunus Emre’den sana özel yazılmış bir mektup var. 
Heyecan verici, değil mi?  Sana yazılan bu mektupları okuduğunda hem dedelerinin çağına gidecek hem de nasıl harika işler başardıklarını öğreneceksin.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dimeşk</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ben Dimeşk. Kulağa değişik geldiğini biliyorum. Bizim oralarda herkesin bir vatan özlemi vardır. En sevdiklerine en özlediklerinin ismini verirler. Benim de annem öyle yapmış. 
Dünyanın bile henüz bilmediği saklı bir yurdun içinde yaşıyorum. Buradan çıkmak neredeyse imkânsız. Ama benim bir görevim var ve buradan çıkmam gerekiyor. Bu çok önemli görev için sadece bana verilen özel bir izinle yola çıkıyorum. Hiç görmediğim dünyanın geri kalanında beni nelerin beklediğini de çok merak ediyorum. 
Bir gün bizim dünyayı merak ettiğimiz gibi diğer insanlar da bizi merak edecekler, biliyorum. O zaman geldiğinde birbirimize anlatacak çok şeyimiz olacak. Ama herkesten önce dinlemek istersen ne yapacağını zaten biliyorsun...</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Vay Canına Fen Bilgisi</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ağzınızla kuş tutabilir misiniz? 
Dünya ortadan ikiye bölünebilir mi? 
Peki pusula neden hep kuzeyi gösterir? 
Gezegenler neden farklı renkte görünür? 
Edison mu yoksa Tesla mı daha zeki? 
Bitkiler yer çekimini hissedebilir mi? 
Mariana Çukuru’na denizaltı ile inmek ister misiniz? 
İnsanlar da fotosentez yapabilir mi? 
“Vay canına” dedin değil mi? 
İşte hepsinin cevabı bu kitapta… 
 
DUYDUK DUYMADIK DEMEYİİİİİN! 
BU KITABI OKURKEN GÜLMEKTEN BAYILABILIRSINIZ.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Mehmed Celal (Elvah-I Şairane İstiğrak Yahud Nesirlerim Elvah-I Masumane Ve Makalat-I Edebiyye)</image:title>
            <image:caption>Mehmed Celal (Elvah-I Şairane İstiğrak Yahud
Nesirlerim Elvah-I Masumane Ve
Makalat-I Edebiyye)</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Eski Yunan&apos;da Bilim</image:title>
            <image:caption>G. E. R. Lloyd’un Thales’ten Aristoteles’e Erken Yunan Bilimi ve Aristoteles Sonrası Yunan Bilimi başlıklı iki ciltlik “Antik Kültür ve Toplum” çalışmasını tek ciltte toplayan bu eser, Pisagorcular, Presokratik doğa filozofları, Hipokrat yazarları ve Platon aracılığı ile MÖ IV. yüzyıldan kalma bilgi, belge ve bulgular ışığında erken Yunan biliminin derinliklerine iniyor, onun gizli kalmış ve unutulmuş sırlarını gün ışığına çıkarıyor, özellikle de pozitif bilimlerin ilk çiçeklendiği alan olan matematiğin astronomi bilimine olan katkısını açıklamanın yanı sıra tıp ile felsefe arasındaki ilişkiyi sorguluyor. 
Lloyd ayrıca bilim ile felsefe ve bilim ile tıp arasındaki ilişkileri de tartışırken, erken dönem Yunan biliminin sosyal ve ekonomik ortamını ele alarak farklı yazar gruplarının güdülerini ve fikirlerini değerlendiriyor. Eski Yunan’da Bilim, sadece sosyal bilimlerle ilgilenen bilim insanlarını ve serbest okuyucuyu değil, felsefe ve pozitif bilimlerle de ilgilenen herkesi bilimin geçmişi ve ilk ayak izleri konusunda bilgilendiriyor.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>İvan İlyiç’in Ölümü</image:title>
            <image:caption>Hayatın anlamını sorgulayan kısa bir roman... Tolstoy bu kısa romanda, ölüme giden bir adamın yaşamış olduğu hayatla hesaplaşmasını anlatır. Kırk beş yaşında, bir Yüksek Mahkeme üyesi olan ve ‘yaşadığı hayatın, yaşaması gereken hayat olduğuna’ inanan İvan İlyiç, hasta yatağında acı içinde kıvranırken bunun doğru olup olmadığını kendine sorar. İnsan, hayatı boyunca yaşamın bir sonu olduğu düşüncesini aklından uzaklaştırır, günlerini hiç ölmeyecekmiş gibi geçirmeyi tercih eder. Bu nedenle de ölümle karşılaştığında, yanlışlarını düzeltme fırsatını da kaçırmış olur ve kendisiyle umutsuz bir hesaplaşmaya girer. Yazarın bu yapıtı, bize kendi yaşamımızı, ‘doğru olan hayatı yaşayıp yaşamadığımızı’ düşündürtüyor.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Engelleme, Çatışma Ve Savunma</image:title>
            <image:caption>Otuzun üzerinde kitabın yazarı ve editörü olan Turhan Yörükân, bu eserinde, benimsediği dinamik yaklaşıma bağlı kalarak, engelleme, çatışma, saldırganlık, saldırganlıkta yer değiştirme, öğrenilmiş çaresizlik ve nevrozluk denen süreçleri tarihî oluşumu içerisinde, bir irdelemeye tâbi tutmaktadır. 
 
İnsanoğlu, Savunma Mekanizmaları ve Başa Çıkma Stratejileri denen bu ve benzeri süreçleri, çocukluk hayatından bu yana, hayatının hemen her safhasında bilinçsiz, yarı bilinçli ve bilinçli olarak kullanmaya çalışmıştır. Bireysel olarak, gerçek olandan kaçmak veya korunmak için gerçeği baskı altına almaya (repression); kendisini rahatsız eden bir olayla karşılaştığı zaman onu inkâr etmeye (denial); gerçeği kendisinin kabul edebileceği bir şekle sokmaya (reaction formation), hattâ tersine çevirmeye (reversal); hedefini ve yerini değiştirmeye (displacement) çalışmıştır. Sosyolojik ve sosyal psikolojik olarak ise, politik seçimler dahil olmak üzere, etnik, dinî ve ideolojik amaçları uğruna bu mekanizmaları kullanmış; aklîleştirme, akla uygun hâle getirme (rationalization) denen bir savunma mekanizmasını kullanmak suretiyle yaptıklarını haklı çıkarmaya çalışmıştır. 
 
Turhan Yörükân, bütün bu konuları ve ısrar eden çatışmalı ve nevrozluğa kapı açan durumları, bu süreçlerin temelinde bulunan kavramsal yapı ve ilişkileriyle teorik bir irdelemeye; sadece bireysel olanı değil, grup davranışı niteliğinde olanlar da dahil olmak üzere, sosyal psikolojik bir incelemeye tâbi tutarak okuyucusu ile paylaşmaya çalışmaktadır.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Çiçek Yiyen İnek</image:title>
            <image:caption>Hayatın içinde sorgulamadan kabul ettiğimiz şeyler üzerinde bir kez düşünmeye başladığımızda, başlangıçta durduğumuz yer değişir... Her adımda olaylar ve olgular bize bilmediğimiz farklı ve yeni yüzlerini gösterir... Şiir Erkök Yılmaz, Çiçek Yiyen İnek’te hayatın bildik yollarında gezinirken birden rotası değişenlerin öykülerini incelikli ve mizahi bir dille anlatıyor... “Bu ağrı öldürecek beni. Devrilmemek için zor duruyorum. Sanki gövdemin yarısı çürüdü. Çürümüştür belki de gerçekten. Bu güneş de gününü buldu. Nasıl canım yanıyor! Delirdi sanki bugün herkes. Önce o mendebur araba, yolda güzel güzel gideceğine tutup kaldırıma çıktı sonra da geldi bana vurdu, yetmedi birini ezdi. Öf! Ne çok canım yanıyor. Benden önce elektrik direğine çarptı. Bana doğru geldiğini, bana da bindireceğini sezdim; içim titredi, ama kaçmak ne mümkün! Kaçamayız ki biz ağaçlar. Hoş, direkler de öyle ya... Kız da kaçamadı, enayi, öldü mü acaba, yoksa yaralı mı? Benim onun gibi bacaklarım olacak da böyle ezileceğim! İnanılır gibi değil!”</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Horimiya Horisan ile Miyamurakun 2. Cilt</image:title>
            <image:caption>Horisan ile Miyamurakun’un etkileyici hikâyesi devam ediyor! 
 
Hori ve Miyamura birbirlerinden tamamen farklılar, onlar için neredeyse iki zıt kutup diyebiliriz. Zeki ve yetenekli Hori her zaman ilgi odağı, etrafı sınıf arkadaşlarıyla çevrili daima. Öte yandan Miyamura ise içe kapanık ve yalnız, günü kimse tarafından fark edilmeden ya da kimseyle temas etmeden atlatabilme telaşında! 
 
Ama bu iki zıt karakter sırlarını paylaşmaya başladığından beri, kendilerini yavaş yavaş birbirlerinin yörüngesine çekilirken buluyor, aralarındaki mesafe de git gide azalıyor... 
 
Okul hayatı, arkadaşlıklar ve kendini keşfetme hakkında ilham verici hikâyesiyle Horimiya sizi etkisi altına alacak!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>İncir Çekirdeği Yanığı</image:title>
            <image:caption>Şiir Erkök Yılmaz, altıncı öykü kitabı İncir Çekirdeği Yanığı’nda kimi zaman sürreel kimi zaman somut öykülerinde, özgün anlatım dilini yine koruyor, sadece öykü tadını değil hicvin, ironinin gerçek değerini de açığa çıkarıyor: öykünün gerçekliği yazarının aramızda dolaştığı gerçeğiyle pekişiyor. Okuruyla arasındaki mesafeyi neredeyse sıfırlayan, deyim yerindeyse şimdi burada yazılan öykülerin, yazarının sesinden birebir canlı anlatımını duyuyoruz. İncir Çekirdeği Yanığı gürültüsüz patırtısız, inceden inceye, damardan işleyen öyküleriyle, izinden hiç şikâyetçi olunmayacak bir yanıkla kendini okuruna bırakıyor.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yeni Atlantis</image:title>
            <image:caption>Yeni Atlantis, F. Bacon’un ölümünden sonra yayımlanmış, tamamlanmamış eseridir. Bacon’un bir başka çalışması olan Sylva sylvarum’un arkasına eklenmiş halde bulunmuştur. İlkin bu kitabın son kısmında yayımlanmış, uzunca bir süre de ne olduğu tam olarak anlaşılamamıştır. 
Kitap ortaçağ toplumsal düzenleme ilkelerinin oluşturucu öğelerini değiştirip yeni bir dünyada, yeni toplumsal düzenleme ilkeleri sunmaktadır. Bu yeni toplumsal düzenleme ilkelerinin dayanağı akıl, bilim, bilimsel bilgidir. Kitapta gelenekleri de dışlamayan bir bilim toplumumun araştırma enstitüsü, müzeler, araştırma laboratuvarları gibi unsurlarının, dünyaya dağılıp yeni buluş, teknoloji, bilgi derleyicilerinin anlatıldığını görürüz. 
Yeni Atlantis, bilimin temel toplumsal düzenleme ilkesi olduğunu anlatan ilk eserlerden biridir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Bunalım Çağı</image:title>
            <image:caption>Çağımızda artık bütün dünyaya yayılmış olan bunalımı aşma kaygısı taşıyanların Kierkegaard, Marx ve Nietzsche’nin düşüncelerinden öğreneceği çok şey vardır. Çünkü günümüzün en temel sorunlarının ardında yatan nedenleri sorgulamak ve bu sorunları aşmak için felsefecilerin öncelik tanıyacakları şey, örneğin kültürlerarası sağlıklı bir dialog değil, bu dialogun da yapılabilmesinin koşulu olabilecek insan görüşleri olsa gerek. 19. yüzyılda olduğu gibi, günümüzün çeşitli toplum ve kültürlerinde, geleneksel düşünme biçimlerinden kaynaklı olarak, insan “değeri sıfır olan” bir varlık görülürken, insanın değerini yok sayan kültürler arasında sağlıklı bir dialogun gerçekleştirilebileceğini düşünmek doğru bir yaklaşımmış gibi görünmemektedir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Filozoflarla Düşünmek</image:title>
            <image:caption>Felsefe sorunlara dair bu birlikte düşünme edimini tarihsel bir perspektifi gözönünde bulundurarak gerçekleştirecektir. Sorun(lar) filozoflarla birlikte karşılaştığımız, düşünme yolunda önümüze çıkan “çıkmaz”lardır. Bu sorunları çözebilmenin, çıkmazlardan kurtulabilmenin yolu ancak “birlikte düşünme” edimiyle gerçekleşir. Ama sorunların “güncelliği”, şu an önümüzde duruyor oluşları, filozofları -onları tarihsel bağlamlarına yerleştirmenin ve bu tarihsel bağlamları içinde anlamanın yanında- aynı zamanda zaman-dışı bir bağlamda diyaloga çağırmayı da gerekli kılmaktadır. Böylece bu türden bir düşünme çabası, Foucault’nun modern düşüncenin ayırıcı özelliği olarak nitelendirdiği “şimdinin bir ontolojisi”yle, yani kendi güncelliğimizi anlama çabasıyla buluşacaktır. Dolayısıyla Anaksimandros, Platon, Leibniz, Spinoza, Hegel, Marx, Wittgenstein, Badiou gibi filozoflar artık “bizim meselemiz” haline gelmektedir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Siber Terörizm- Yeni Bir Terör Tehdidi Ve Riskler</image:title>
            <image:caption>SİBER TERÖRİZM    
Hakan FIRAT Siber güvenlik, siber uzama yönelik risk ve tehditlerin ortan kaldırılmasını hedefleyen mefhumu ifade eder. Bunlar ağ toplumunun kendine özgü riskleridir ve bunlardan en önemlisi de terör örgütlerinin terörizm tekniklerinde inovasyon gerçekleştirmesiyle ortaya çıkabilecek siber terördür. Siber terör, siber uzamı hedefler ve bunlar siber uzam dışında da sonuçlara sebebiyet verir. Örneğin kritik altyapıların işletim sistemlerine yapılan saldırılar, siber uzamda gerçekleşse de hem işletim sistemlerini bozar hem de siber uzam dışındaki mekânları etkiler. Bu anlamda siber terör, ağ toplumu için önemli bir tehdit haline gelmektedir. Çalışmada siber terör riskini anlamaya çalışırken ağ toplumu ve onun altyapısını oluşturan sacayakları vurgulanmaya gayret edilmiştir. İktisadi ve teknoloji altyapısı gelişmiş ülkelerin siber terör açısından risk grubunda olduğu, iktisadi ve bilgi ve iletişim teknoloji altyapısı açısından yeterince gelişmemiş ülkelerinse siber saldırılara karşı savunmaları gereken bir siber uzamları bulunmadığından risk grubunda olmadığı değerlendirilmektedir</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yaklaşan Kasırga</image:title>
            <image:caption>Senaryo mu, Kırmızı Pazartesi mi? 
 
“Ülkemiz son 20 yılda büyük bir değişim yaşadı. Toplumu derinden etkileyen ve endişeye sevk eden bir tabloyla karşı karşıya kaldık.  
Rejim değişti; hukuk, demokrasi, laiklik tahrip edilerek otoriter bir yönetim kuruldu. 
Ben bu durumu ülkemize doğru gelen bir kasırgaya benzetiyorum. 
Ülkemize doğru bir kasırga gelirken kim ne yaptı? Ne tür siyasi olaylar yaşandı? Bu kasırganın tahribatını en aza indirecek tedbirler niçin alınamadı ve ülkemiz bu hale nasıl geldi?  
İşte bu sorulara bildiklerim, gördüklerim, tanıklıklarım ve yorumlarım çerçevesinde cevaplar aramaya çalıştım.” 
 
Levent Gültekin, Türkiye’nin son 20 yılının en önemli olaylarını masaya yatırıyor…  
 
CHP lideri Deniz Baykal’ın desteğiyle Recep Tayyip Erdoğan’ın siyasi yasağının kaldırılması, AK Parti’ye kapatma davası açılması, 27 Nisan Muhtırası ve Cumhuriyet mitingleri, Ergenekon/Balyoz davaları, 2010 Anayasa değişikliği, Gezi olayları, Hendek savaşları, 2015 seçimlerindeki tuhaf olaylar, 15 Temmuz Darbesi, 2018 Cumhurbaşkanlığı seçimlerindeki şaşırtıcı oyunlar…  Yaşanan olayların akışındaki bütünlük, bu akışı bozacak her engelin ustalıkla ortadan kaldırılması, kimi muhalif siyasi aktörlerin bir andaki tutum değişikliği akla iki ihtimali getiriyor: Ya herkesi oyuncuya dönüştüren bir senaryo var ve ustalıkla uygulanıyor ya da Gabriel García Márquez’in Kırmızı Pazartesi romanına benzer bir durum yaşıyoruz. Yani kasabada bir cinayet işleneceğini herkes biliyor ama kimse bir şey yapmıyor ve sonunda o cinayet işleniyor.  
Bütün bu olayların arka planı bize, bundan sonra neler olabileceğinin işaretini de veriyor.  
Bu kitap bir anlamda Türkiye’nin Ortadoğululaştırılma sürecini hikâye tadında anlatıyor. 
Kasırga, okuru, yaklaşan tehlikeye karşı uyarmak üzere kaleme alındı… Bu gidişatı durdurmak, ülkemizi yeniden herkes için yaşanabilir bir ülke haline getirmek için… 
 
Yazar Hakkında: 
Levent Gültekin, 1972 yılında Ardahan’ın Göle ilçesinde doğdu. İlk, orta ve lise tahsilini Göle’de yaptı. Anadolu Üniversitesi Kamu Yönetimi Bölümü’nde lisansını, Selçuk Üniversitesi Uluslararası İlişkiler Bölümü’nde yüksek lisansını tamamladı. Medya sektörüne 1995 yılında Yeni Şafak’la girdi. Farklı departmanlarda çalıştıktan sonra 2000 yılında genel müdür oldu. 2000 yılının sonunda buradan ayrılıp haftalık Gerçek Hayat dergisini çıkardı. 2007 yılında Star Medya Grubu’nda, 2009 yılında Cine5 Medya Grubu’nda üst düzey yönetici olarak görev aldı. 2010 yılında Cine5’ten de ayrılınca köşe yazarlığına başladı. Halen siyaset yorumculuğu ve www.diken.com.tr sitesinde köşe yazarlığı yapmaktadır. Şatafatlı Mağlubiyet ve Onurlu Çıkış adlı iki kitabı vardır.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Uluslar Arası Göç Yönetimi-AB ve Türkiye İlişkileri</image:title>
            <image:caption>ULUSLARARASI GÖÇ YÖNETİMİ-AB ve Türkiye İlişkileri 
Türkiye tarih boyunca ana göç güzergahında yer alması sebebiyle göçlere sahne olmuş bir ülkedir. Ancak özellikle 1990 sonrasında, Körfez Krizi başta olmak üzere diğer çatışma ve istikrarsızlıklar nedeniyle yakın coğrafyalardan göç akımları yaşanmıştır. Bu dönemde, Somali, Sudan, Afganistan ve Etiyopya gibi ülkelerden, transit ülke olarak mülteci akımlarının devam etmiştir. Halen devam etmekte olan Suriyeli göçmen akımı bu sürece eklenmiştir. Birleşmiş Milletler Mülteciler Yüksek Komiserliği (BMMYK) verilerine göre Türkiye, bugün birçok yabancı ülke vatandaşının iltica etmek istediği devletler arasında ilk sıralarda yer almaktadır. 
Türkiye’nin göç politikalarının ve Avrupa Birliği’ne tam üyelik sürecinin bu politikalara yansımalarının ne şekilde olduğunun/olacağının incelenmesi, uluslararası normlar, Avrupa Birliği müktesebatı ve ilgili olduğu tüm konuları da kapsayacak şekilde etkin bir göç yönetimi modeli önerisinde bulunulması çalışmanın konusunu oluşturmuştur. 
Göç yönetiminde her ülkede uygulanabilecek standart bir uygulama modeli olduğu ve/veya olması gerektiği düşünülmemektedir. Göç yönetimi uygulamaları ülke gerçekleri, ihtiyaçları ve deneyimlere göre şekillendirilerek geliştirilmektedir. Bu çerçevede göç yönetimi için bu olgunun tüm boyutlarını kapsayan sürdürülebilir bir model geliştirilmesi gerekmektedir. Çalışmamızda bu ihtiyaç gözönünde bulundurularak öneriler geliştirilmeye çalışılmıştır. Konunun teorik boyutunun yanı sıra uluslararası hukuk, AB müktesebatı, ulusal mevzuat, politika belgeleri ve kurumsal yapılanma bağımsız değişkenler olarak incelenerek temel bir perspektif sunulmuştur.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Global Threat: Religious Cults Sand Terrorist Organizations</image:title>
            <image:caption>A Global Threat: Religious Cults and Terrorist Organizations 
Kürşad Kağan ERGÜN 
In this book, the main aim is to understand the potential dangers caused by cult-like religious groups that can be described as religious sects that shows similar features as of cults, as a result of certain structural features, namely their organizational structures, secrecy, and absolute obedience to a leader, which make them ideally suited for terrorism. These three features are essential elements for an efficient terrorist organization. When cult-like religious groups transform into terrorist organizations for various and unexpected reasons, they become serious problems for state security. Most often, however, law enforcement agencies discover and destroy terrorist organizations during their foundation periods, when they are stil lacking in terms of organizational structure, secrecy, and absolute obedience to a leader. In order to show the potential dangers of cults, one case study will be analyzed. That case study is going to be about the sect of Aum Shinrikyo. As it was stated before, the Aum Sect has chosen as case example for this study because of the fact that, the Aum Sect is a text book example of cult-like religious group that transformed into terrorist organization.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Ah Masalı</image:title>
            <image:caption>Samed Behrengi 
Yapıtları onlarca dile çevrilen Azeri asıllı İranlı yazar Samed Behrengi, fakir bir ailenin çocuğu olarak 1939’da Tebriz’de dünyaya geldi. Kısa bir eğitim hayatının sonunda, daha on sekiz yaşındayken öğretmen oldu ve yaşamının sonuna kadar bu mesleği sürdürdü. Azerbaycan’ın kırsal kesimlerinde Farsça öğretirken aynı zamanda Tebriz Üniversitesi’nde İngiliz Dili ve Edebiyatı bölümünde eğitim gördü. 1960 yılında öyküleri yayımlanmaya başladı. Öyküleri yayımlanırken İngilizce ve Türkçeden Farsçaya, Farsçadan Türkçeye çeviriler yaptı. En bilinen eseri, çocuk edebiyatı klasikleri arasına girmeyi başarmış Küçük Kara Balık’tır. 
Çocuklar için yazdığı öykülerin ve çevirilerinin yanı sıra çok sayıda pedagojik makale kaleme almış, sözlü Azerbaycan edebiyatı örneklerini derleyip yayına hazırlamıştır. 1967 yılında, henüz 28 yaşındayken hayata gözlerini yummuştur. 
 
Nezahat Başçı 1977 Adıyaman doğumlu Nezahat Başçı, ilk, orta ve lise öğrenimini tamamladıktan sonra eğitimine İran’da devam etti. Uluslararası Kazvin Üniversitesi’nde Fars Dili ve Edebiyatı alanında lisans eğitimini tamamladı. Aynı alanda Tahran Üniversitesi’nde yüksek lisans eğitimi aldı. Tahran Üniversitesi Fars Dili ve Edebiyatı bölümünden Farsça Selimname Metin-İnceleme teziyle doktorasını bitirdi. Türkiye’deki çeşitli yayınevlerince yayınlanmış çeviri ve derleme çalışmalarının yanı sıra İran ve Türkiye’de yayınlanmış bilimsel çalışmaları mevcuttur. Çocuk edebiyatı alanında Farsçadan Türkçeye çeviriler yapan Nezahat Başçı, halen Mardin Artuklu Üniversitesi’nde Fars Dili ve Edebiyatı bölümünde öğretim üyesidir. 
 
Reha Barış 
1964 yılında Ankara’da doğdu. Marmara Üniversitesi Güzel Sanatlar Fakültesi Grafik bölümünden 1986 yılında mezun oldu. 1986-2007 yıllarında çeşitli reklam ajanslarında sanat yönetmeni olarak çalıştı. 2007 yılından beri ağırlıklı olarak çocuk kitapları alanında olmak üzere serbest illüstratör olarak çalışıyor. Yurtiçinde ve yurtdışında karma sergilere katıldı. Doğayı, yeni yerler keşfetmeyi, müziği ve gitar çalmayı seviyor. Kitaplardaki farklı dünyalarda gezinirken duygularını resimlere yansıtarak çocuklarla paylaşmaktan büyük mutluluk duyuyor. Kendisi gibi illüstratör olan eşiyle birlikte İstanbul’da yaşıyor. 
 
 
ARKA KAPAK 
 
“Önce küçük çarşıya gitti, orada bir zamanlar yürek ve ciğer satıldığını biliyordu. Ama ne kadar sorduysa da satın alabileceği bir yürek ve ciğer bulamadı. Daha önce yürek ve ciğer satıldığını bildiği dükkânların hepsinde şimdi ayna satıyorlardı. Aynalar, biri bin gösteriyordu, küçüğü büyük, çirkini güzel, yalanı doğru, kötüyü iyi… ‘Keşke kızım da benden böyle bir şey istemiş olsaydı.’ diye düşündü kendi kendine. Küçük çarşının içinde ciğer satan bir dükkân bulabilmek için dolandı durdu.”</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Meraklı Gugu- Karahindiba</image:title>
            <image:caption>Meraklı Gugu, ansiklopedi karıştırmayı çok seviyordu. Rastgele seçtiği sayfalardaki kelimelerle ilgili hayaller kuruyordu. Bu sabah karşısına karahindiba adlı çiçek çıkmıştı. Ancak bu kez hayal kurmayı bırakıp onu bulmaya karar verdi. Acaba, bu macerada Meraklı Gugu’yu neler bekliyor?</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Antik Roma- Romulus&apos;tan Iustinianus&apos;a</image:title>
            <image:caption>MÖ 8. yüzyılın ortalarında küçük bir kent yerleşmesinden üç kıtaya yayılarak Akdeniz havzasının tümüne egemen, emperyal bir güce evrilen Roma, tarihin en uzun ömürlü devletlerinden biridir. Bugün uzayı fethetme yolunda dev adımlarla ilerleyen uygarlığımız Antik Roma’ya maddi ve manevi alanlarda pek çok şey borçludur. Etrüskler ve Yunanların etkisiyle kendine özgü parlak bir uygarlığın yaratıcısı olan Romalılar için bazı tarihçilerin dillendirdiği “Hepimiz bir parça Romalıyız” söylemi bu gerçeğin çarpıcı bir ifadesidir. 
Antik Yunan ve Roma tarihi uzmanlık alanının saygın isimlerinden Prof. Thomas R. Martin, Roma’nın kent olarak kuruluşundan İmparator I. Iustinianus dönemine kadarki tarihini anlattığı bu kitabında Romalıların yükseliş ve çöküşünü mercek altına alıyor. Akıllara durgunluk veren bu destansı yükseliş ve inanılmaz trajik çöküşün nedenlerinin izini sürüyor. Onların aile, dinsel inançlar, gelenek görenekler gibi toplumsal ve etik değerlerini masaya yatırmakla, antik dünyanın kuşkusuz en görkemli uygarlığına farklı bir bakış açısı kazandırıyor. Gözlem ve incelemelerini ustaca bir yaklaşımla yapan yazar, antik yazarlara ve metinlere sıklıkla atıfta bulunarak tarihçileri ana kaynaklara eğilmeye teşvik ediyor. Roma’nın sürekli değişen talih ve yazgısının kolay anlaşılır bir üslupla özlü bir panoramasının sunulduğu eser, Eskiçağ tarihçileri ve arkeologlar için olduğu kadar, Roma hukuku, Hristiyanlık tarihi ve Hristiyan ilahiyatına ilgi duyanlar için de önemli bir el kitabı ve başvuru kaynağı niteliğini taşıyor. 
Prof. Dr. Ahmet Vedat Çelgin</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Newton’ın Elması ve Bilime İlişkin Diğer Mitler</image:title>
            <image:caption>«Bu kitabın eleştirel bir okuyucusu “kimin umurunda?” diye sorabilir. Newton’ın elması veya Mendel’in bezelyesi kimin umurunda? Neden birileri bu kitapta tartışılan tarihsel olaylar ve fikirler hakkında daha fazla bilgi edinmek istesin ki? Ola ki bir biyolog Darwin veya Mendel hakkında, bir fizikçi Newton ve Einstein hakkında, bir kimyager Wöhler ve Pauling hakkında, vb. daha fazla şey bilmelidir. Ama, ola ki, değil mi? Belki de bilim öğrencileri ve bilim insanları bile, kendi branşlarının devlerinin hayatlarının ve çalışmalarının ayrıntılarını öğrenmek konusunda çok fazla endişelenmemelidir. Her hâlükârda, bu devler çoktan öldü ve teorileri değişti veya ortadan kayboldu. Çağdaş bilim, geçmişte “bilim insanları”nın yaptıklarından çok farklıdır. Aslında, bu kitaptaki tarihî figürlerin yaklaşık yarısı, şimdi bilim dediğimiz şeyden ziyâde, doğa tarihi veya doğa felsefesiyle ilgiliydi. Bu nedenle, belirli branşlar için ezoterik görünen hikâyelerin ayrıntılarını bilmek için neden zahmete giresin ki? “Kimin umurunda?” makul sorusunun cevabı basit ve nettir, ama her zaman açık ve anlaşılır değildir: Bilimle ilgili tarihsel mitler, bilim okuryazarlığını engellediği ve bilimin geçmişte nasıl yapıldığına -ve nasıl olduğuna- dair çarpık bir tasviri ayakta tuttuğu için önemsenmelidir». 
Bu eser, tek kelimeyle, bilim tarihine mâl edilmiş yanılgılı ve basmakalıp kanıların ipliğini pazara çıkarıyor. “Yunan Antikçağı ile Bilimsel Devrim arasında pek bir bilimsel faaliyet olmadığı” mitinden tutunuz da “simyanın ve astrolojinin bilime ve bilimsel zihniyete katkı sağlamayan, bâtıl inanca dayalı meşgaleler olduğu” mitine ve “dinin genellikle bilimin ilerlemesini engellediği” mitine kadar yirmi yedi klişeyi güçlü argümanlar eşliğinde eleştiriye tâbi tutuyor. Zihninizde yeni ufuklar açacak bir bilim tarihi şaheseri...</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Tarih Neye Yarar</image:title>
            <image:caption>Usta tarihçi Koray Şerbetçi, Tarih Neye Yarar’da tüm coğrafyayı dolaşıp insanlık tarihinin başlangıcından günümüze kadar iz bırakmış hikâyelerini topluyor. Tarihin perde arkasını farklı bakış açılarıyla ele alıp eğlenceli üslubuyla anlatan Şerbetçi, doğru sorular sorarak gerçeği öğrenmenin yollarını gözler önüne seriyor. 
    “İyi bir yönetici nasıl olmalı?”, “İnsanlık binler yıl boyunca ne kadar ilerleyebildi?”, “Tarihe altın harflerle kazınan kadınlar kimlerdir?”, “Kibir insanı nasıl kör eder?”, “Eğitim nasıl başladı?” sorularının ve dahasının yanıtlarını, ilginç hikâyeleri ve damga vurmuş şahsiyetleri merak edenler için Tarih Neye Yarar? başucu olmaya aday. 
 
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            <image:title>Bizim Akdeniz</image:title>
            <image:caption>Falih Rıfkı Atay’ın sürükleyici, zengin muhtevalı, zıt görünüm ve olaylara dayanarak tezlerini savunan bir üslubu vardır.” 
Prof. Dr. İlber ORTAYLI 
 
“Niçin gül bahçelerini divan edebiyatında ve Şiraz masallarında arayalım? Isparta’yı görmüş olan, Bursa ve Şam gibi, onu da bir türlü hayalinden silemez. 
Eskiden Şam’da genç kızlar şarkı söyleyerek ve elişi ile oynayarak yollarda dolaşırken başlarındaki sepet, meyve ile dolarmış. Isparta Mebusu İbrahim Bey memleketi için böyle bir hikâye icat etmeye muhtaç değildir. Onun dediği gibi, Ispartalılar kapılarından bakraçlarını uzatarak çeşmeden su doldurup, pencerelerinden meyve toplayabilirler. 
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İstanbul ve hinterlandı, İzmir ve hinterlandı, Mersin ve hinterlandı gibi, Antalya ve hinterlandı zengin ve büyük bir mıntıkadır. 
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Türk milletinin kurtuluşunun en iyi Afyon Kalesi&apos;nden seyredildiğini yazmıştım. Devletin kuruluşunu görmek için Ankara Kalesi&apos;ne çıkacaksınız. Alanya Kalesi&apos;nden, Türk Anadolu’nun güzel talihi, engin ve ebedî görünüyor. 
‘Padişahın bir şehri var; kışı bahar gibidir.’ Selçuk Alanya’sı için söylenmiş olan bu şiir yerine, Türk Akdeniz’inin bu eşsiz kasabasına başka bir söz hediye etmek isterim: ‘Alanya’yı görmeden ölmemeli!’ ” diyen Falih Rıfkı Atay’ın gözünden bir Akdeniz gezisine hazır mısınız?</image:caption>
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            <image:title>6 Aşamada Yaratıcı Drama Liderliği</image:title>
            <image:caption>Günümüzde yaratıcı drama alanında birçok farklı eğitim verildiğini görüyo­ruz. Ancak yaratıcı drama lideri olmak için MEB Onaylı, 6 aşamalı, 320 saatlik Ya­ratıcı Drama Eğitmenliği/Liderliği sertifika programını bitirmek gerekmektedir. Bu kitap yaratıcı drama lideri olma yolculuğuna birlikte çıkmak amacıyla yazıl­mıştır. Daha çok yöntemi deneyimlediğimiz 1. aşamada nasıl çalışmalar yapılır? Grup dinamiği nasıl oluşturulur? İlk aşamada teorik bilgiler verilir mi? Gibi çılgın soruların cevaplarıyla birlikte zengin bir uygulama içeriği bulacaksınız. 2. , 3. ve 4. aşama içeriklerinde ise; bir drama oturumu nasıl yapılandırılır? Drama da iki temel yaklaşım ve öncüleri kimlerdir? Dramatik eğitimin tarihi, dramanın müzik, fotoğraf, şiir gibi farklı alanlarla ilişkileri, dramatik kurgunun bileşenleri, tiyat­ro-drama farklılıkları ve benzerlikleri, yaratıcı dramada en çok kullanılan tek­nikler, liderlik denemeleri ipuçları, okul öncesinden yetişkinlere kadar her yaş grubuyla ilgili uygulama örnekleri, drama alanında 4 ekol ve dahası hem teorik bilgi hem de uygulama örnekleriyle açıklanmıştır. 5. Aşamada ise drama alanın­da ekoller dışında diğer önemli isimler, dış mekanda drama uygulamaları, dra­ma etiği ve bitirme projesi nasıl hazırlanır konusunu ayrıntılarıyla bulabilirsiniz. 6. Aşama yardımcı liderlik/raportörlük aşamasında nasıl bir yol izlenir ve amacı nedir? Konusunda da ayrıntılı açıklamalar bu kitapta sizlerle paylaşılmıştır. En sonda da bu alana dair kitap önerileri listesi yer almaktadır.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yolcu Defteri</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Falih Rıfkı Atay’ın sürükleyici, zengin muhtevalı, zıt görünüm ve olaylara dayanarak tezlerini savunan bir üslubu vardır.” 
Prof. Dr. İlber ORTAYLI 
 
“Sevdiklerim bana derler ki: “Sen gittiğin yerden bize bir şey getirirsin!” San Francisco’ya doğru yola çıkmak üzere iken birçoklarından aynı sözü duymuştum. 
Acaba 1945 Amerika’sından onlara ne getirebilirdim? Allı sarılı, iri çiçekli veya resimli kravatlarını beğenmeyeceklerine şüphem yok. Life’ta sık sık reklamlarını gördüğümüz Parker 51 kalemleri, Hüseyin Cahit Yalçın’a göre, pek kullanışlı değildir. Sonra da çoğu orduya gönderildiği için dükkânlarda nöbete yazılmalısınız. Çelikten, ipekten, kauçuk veya deriden yapılma neler bulunabileceğini, karapazar pek kuytu yerlere sığındığından, iyice öğrenemedim. Ora kadınları, bizim hanımların yerli ipeklerine hasret çekiyor, taklitleri o kadar kötüdür ki Amerikan kadınlarından bir haylisinin bacakları çorap rengine boyalı idi. 
Çamsakızı çoban armağanı derler, sizlere bu defterdeki notları getiriyorum.”</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Alman Ali</image:title>
            <image:caption>Bu kitapta iş gücü göçü, eğitim, sağlık, kozmopolit yaşam, aile bağları, kültürler arası diyalog gibi konularda gezinecek, Avrupa coğrafyasında ve Yakın Doğu’da meydana gelen rejim değişikliği, kaos, çatışma, savaş ortamlarına ve harita değişikliklerine yolculuk yapacaksınız. 
Roman, gerçek yaşam öykülerinden esinlenerek yazılmış kurgudur. Yazarının Posta İşletmesi’nde çalıştığı yılların, toplumları ve insanları tanıması açısından bu kitabın yazılmasında etkisi olmuştur. Tarihî şahsiyetler hariç kitapta geçen isimler hayal ürünüdür.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Okul Öncesinde Hikaye Anlatım Materyalleri</image:title>
            <image:caption>Okul öncesi dönemde, kalıcı öğrenmenin gerçekleşmesi için en çok başvurulan yol materyal kullanımıdır. Materyaller çocukların tüm duyu organlarına hitap ettiğinden öğrenmede kalıcılığı sağlamanın yanı sıra çocuklara eğitsel değeri yüksek, nitelikli öğrenme ortamları sağlamaktadır. 
  Kitapta hikâye anlatımında kullanılan farklı materyallerle hazırlanmış teknikler yer almaktadır. Kitabın içeriğinde, okul öncesi dönemde hikâye anlatım materyalleri hazırlamaya ve bunların nasıl uygulanacağına yönelik açıklayıcı bilgiler verilmiştir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Fizyolojik Psikoloji (Psikoloji Seti)</image:title>
            <image:caption>Psikoloji setinde yer alan kitaplar; temel ve genel alanlar olarak belirlenmiş, lisans eğitiminde gereksinim duyulan bilimsel ve entelektüel birikimi kazandırmayı hedeflemektedir. 
Diğer yandan ortalama ve ilgili okuyucuya da hitap edebilecek şekilde; didaktik, basitten zora, somuttan soya, kolaydan zora doğru kurgulanmasına özen gösterilmiştir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>İktidar, Beden, Propaganda Ve Sinema</image:title>
            <image:caption>Bu kitapta Michel Foucault’nun bilgi-iktidar yaklaşımı çerçevesinde biyo-iktidarın, 20. Yüzyılda ırkçı rejimlere- özellikle Nazizme- nasıl dönüştürüldüğü ve Nazizmin bunu yaparken propaganda belgesellerinden nasıl yararlandığı ele alınıyor. 
  Bu çerçevede Leni Riefenstahl’ın ‘İradenin Zaferi’ ve ‘Olimpiyat’ belgeselleri çözümlenir. Bu iki film, Nazi propagandasının ve estetiğinin önemli özelliklerini yansıtır. Özellikle Olimpiyat belgeseli Nazizmin saf ırk, ideal beden anlayışı ve tasarımı açısından incelenir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Eserlerinde Nıetzsche</image:title>
            <image:caption>Lou Andreas Salome, felsefe ve psşkanalize katkılarıyla bilinen ancak hep birlikte anıldığı erkeklerin ardından (Nietzsche, Rilke, Freud) sayılan çok parlak bir entellektüeldir. 
 
Çağının kadın özgürlük anlayışının  ötesinde bir ruha ve eyleme sahip Salome, 1879’da kız öğrenci kabül eden ender üniversitelerden olan zürih’te felsefe ve psikoloji eğitimini tamamlar. 
 
1882’de ise iki kahramanımızın dönüm noktaları olan karşılaşma roma’da gerçekleşir. 
 
Nietzsche Salome’nin hem güzelliği hem de 21 yaşında olmasına rağmen derin entelektüalizmi karşısında hayranlık duyar. Nietzsche, tanışmalarından birkaç gün sonra “Hangi yıldızlardan düşüp birbirimizi bulduk biz” diyecek kadar aşık olur. 
Salome’nin Eserlerinde Nietzsche’si, ikilinin ilişkisine,   Nietzsche’nin eserlerine bakışını yansıtan, mektupların da bulunduğu etkileyici bir çalışmadır.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Elt Book Series Course Book Evaluation İn Elt</image:title>
            <image:caption>English Language Teaching has been in a continuous development as the language itself. The political, sociological and technological changes in the global scale impact the field of language teaching as well. As a result of these changes, the roles of policy makers, teacher educators, prospective teachers and in-service language teachers are changing in a similar sense. The aim of this book series is to keep all these parties up to date regarding both content and pedagogical knowledge and inform them about the new trends in the field of English language teaching. To meet these purposes, the books included in the series are designed to help readers to better internalize the content by presenting academic and practical tasks and activities. We would like to thank to the editors and authors of each book for their valuable time, knowledge and attention devoted to this series.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Hepimiz</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ne zaman üzülsen, sabırsızlansan, çok heyecanlansan, bir şeyleri başaramayacağını düşünsen veya sevinçten havalara uçsan, dünyada senin gibi hisseden başkaları da olduğunu hatırla. Başka hiçbir şey olmasa bile duygularımız ortak aslında. İşte bu yüzden hiçbir zaman yalnız olmadığını unutma. 
 
Gökçe İrten duyguların birleştirici gücü hakkında yazdı ve çizdi.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Kumon Mantık</image:title>
            <image:caption>Çocuğunuzun düşünce becerilerinin gelişimini karşılaştırma, dizi tanımlama ve sonuç çıkarma alıştırmaları ile destekler. 
 
Düşünme Becerileri Serisi, çocuğunuzun düşünme becerilerini geliştireceği kapsamlı bir temel oluşturmak üzere tasarlanmıştır. Mantık Alıştırma Kitabı, bu serideki okul öncesi dört alıştırma kitabımız arasında yer almaktadır. İçeriğinde yer verilen beceriler, eğitimcilerin danışmanlığında geniş kapsamlı ulusal ve uluslararası eğitsel kaynaklar değerlendirilerek seçilmiştir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Küçük Bayan Cesur</image:title>
            <image:caption>Küçük “Bay ve Bayanlar” tam 17 dilde, 1971’den beri 200 milyondan fazla insanın gülümsemesine neden oluyor. Şimdi sıra çocuklarınızda ve sizde!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Küçük Bay Ve Bayanlar Merkalılar Kulübü Su Altı Macerası</image:title>
            <image:caption>Küçük Bay ve Bayanlar 1971’den beri dünya çapında 100 milyondan fazla çocuğun eşlik ettiği maceralarına yenilerini ekliyor. En renkli kahramanların su altı macerasında çocuklar yine kıkır kıkır gülecek, deniz altı ve deniz canlıları hakkında çok şey öğrenecekler.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Korku (Ciltli)</image:title>
            <image:caption>Rahat ve korunaklı bir yaşam süren saygın bir kadın, sekiz yıllık evliliğinden sıkılmış, burjuva dünyasının kozasından çıkarak kendini genç bir piyanistin kollarına atmıştır. Ancak bu gizli ilişkiden haberdar olan bir şantajcının ansızın zuhur etmesiyle, hayatında yeni farkına vardığı bütün güzellikleri yitirme tehlikesiyle karşı karşıya kalır ve kahredici bir korkunun pençesine düşer. Korku insanı bilinçdışına itilmiş utanç verici deneyimlerden, bastırılmış pişmanlıklardan özgürleştirebilecek güçte bir yapıt.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Uluslararası Spor Organizasyonlarında Gönüllülük</image:title>
            <image:caption>BİRİNCİ BÖLÜM 
1.GİRİŞ 
 
İKİNCİ BÖLÜM 
2. KURAMSAL ÇERÇEVE 
 
ÜÇÜNCÜ BÖLÜM 
3. YÖNTEM 
 
DÖRDÜNCÜ BÖLÜM 
4. BULGULAR 
 
BEŞİNCİ BÖLÜM 
5. SONUÇ, TARTIŞMA ve ÖNERİLER</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Çeşitli Sektörler Bağlamında Davranışsal Finans Uygulamaları</image:title>
            <image:caption>1.          BANKACILIK SEKTÖR ÇALIŞANLARININ PERSPEKTİFİNDEN FİNANSAL OKURYAZARLIK: METAFORİK BİR ÇALIŞMA 
2.          FİNANSAL RİSK TOLERANSI VE FİNANSAL DAVRANIŞ İLİŞKİSİ: SİGORTA ACENTESİ ÇALIŞANLARI ÜZERİNE BİR UYGULAMA 
3.          FİNANSAL STRES: SAĞLIK ÇALIŞANLARI ÜZERİNE BİR UYGULAMA 
4.          ZİHİNSEL MUHASEBENİN MUHTEMEL AÇIKLAYANLARI: PARA SEVGİSİ, FİNANSAL RİSK EĞİLİMİ VE KONTROLÜ KAYBETME KAYGISI 
5.          GİRİŞİMCİLİK EĞİLİMİNİN FİNANSAL İYİ OLMA HALİNE ETKİSİ: GENÇ GİRİŞİMCİ ADAYLARI ÜZERİNE BİR ARAŞTIRMA 
6.          MAKYAVELİST KİŞİLİĞİNİN ETİK DURUM ALGISINA ETKİSİ: ISPARTA’DA FAALİYET GÖSTEREN MUHASEBE MESLEK MENSUPLARI ÜZERİNE BİR ARAŞTIRMA 
7.          DUYGUSAL ZEKÂ VE FİNANSAL TUTUM İLİŞKİSİ: BELEK BÖLGESİ TURİZM ÇALIŞANLARI ÜZERİNE BİR UYGULAMA 
8.          OTEL İŞLETMELERİNİN EKONOMİK KRİZ SÜREÇLERİNDE FİNANSAL DAVRANIŞLARI 
9.          DIŞ TİCARET İŞLETMELERİNDE DÖVİZ KURU RİSKİNİN TR61 BÖLGESİ PERSPEKTİFİNDEN FİNANSAL ANALİZİ 
10.          FİNANSAL DAVRANIŞ KONUSUYLA İLGİLİ BİR YAZINÖLÇÜM VE DEĞERLEME ÇALIŞMASI</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yerel Yönetimler Üzerine Siyasi, Mali ve Sosyal Tartışmalar</image:title>
            <image:caption>1-      TÜRKİYE’DE SÜRDÜRÜLEBİLİR ÇEVRE KAPSAMINDA BELEDİYELERDE ATIK YÖNETİMİ 
2-      İKLİM DEĞİŞİKLİĞİ İLE MÜCADELEDE YEREL YÖNETİMLER: TÜRKİYE’DE BÜYÜKŞEHİR BELEDİYELERİNİN HUKUKİ VE MALİ AÇIDAN İNCELENMESİ 
3-      OECD ÜLKELERİNDE YEREL YÖNETİMLERİN GELİRLERİNİN GELİŞİMİ: 1995 SONRASI DÖNEM 
4-      TÜRK KAMU YÖNETİMİNDE MERKEZ - ÇEVRE İLİŞKİLERİ BAĞLAMINDA İDARENİN BÜTÜNLÜĞÜ İLKESİ VE YEREL YÖNETİMLER 
5-      AB BÜTÜNLEŞMESİ SÜRECİNDE SINIR AŞAN BÖLGESEL VE YEREL İŞBİRLİĞİ 
6-      TÜRKİYE’DE YEREL YÖNETİM HARCAMALARININ BELİRLEYİCİLERİ: PANEL VERİ ANALİZİ 2011-2020 
7-      CUMHURBAŞKANLIĞI HÜKÜMET SİSTEMİNDE YEREL SEÇİM UYGULAMALARI VE YEREL SEÇİM İTTİFAKLARI 
8-      YEREL YÖNETİMLERDE STRATEJİK PLANLAMA SÜRECİ VE YEREL EYLEM PLANLARININ YAPISI 
9-      YEREL HİZMETLERDE OYUNLAŞTIRMA 
10-      ENGELLİLERE YÖNELİK YEREL BÜTÇELEME: TEKİRDAĞ BÜYÜKŞEHİR BELEDİYESİ ÖRNEĞİ 
11-      SEÇİLMİŞ ÜNİTER AVRUPA DEVLETLERİNDE YEREL YÖNETİM HARCAMA BÜYÜKLÜĞÜNÜ BELİRLEYEN FAKTÖRLER 
12-      SİYASİ PARTİLERİN YEREL YÖNETİM POLİTİKALARININ KARŞILAŞTIRMALI ANALİZİ 
13-      YENİLİK YÖNETİMİ YAKLAŞIMI UYARINCA BELEDİYELERİN YENİLENEBİLİR ENERJİ FAALİYETLERİ ÜZERİNE BİR ARAŞTIRMA</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yenilik Ekosistem Yaklaşımına Dayalı Teknoloji Geliştirme Bölgeleri</image:title>
            <image:caption>BİRİNCİ BÖLÜM 
1. TEKNOLOJİ GELİŞTİRME BÖLGELERİ 
 
İKİNCİ BÖLÜM 
2. TEKNOLOJİ GELİŞTİRME BÖLGELERİNİ ORTAYA ÇIKARAN YENİLİK EKOSİSTEMİ 
 
ÜÇÜNCÜ BÖLÜM 
3. TEKNOLOJİ GELİŞTİRME BÖLGELERİNİ ETKİLEYEN YENİLİK EKOSİSTEM MODELİ</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Geraylar ve Osmanlılar (Ciltli)</image:title>
            <image:caption>Üç buçuk yüzyıl Kırım Hanlığı’nın başında bulunan Geray hânedânı Cengiz Han’a istinat edilen kökeni ile İslâm âleminin meşruiyeti en tartışılmaz hükümdarlık soylarından birisidir. Geraylar kökenleri itibarıyla kendilerini daima Altın Orda İmparatorluğu’nun vârisleri olarak tanımlamakta ve bu durum diplomatik açıdan da kabul görmekteydi. Geray hânedânı bütünüyle kendine has ve köklü geleneklere, kimliğe ve hiyerarşiye sahipti. 
 
1475’ten itibaren Kırım Hanlığı ile Osmanlı Devleti arasında himaye yahut tâbilik bağı kuruldu. Bu tarihten itibaren, gerek Kırım Hanlığı gerekse Geray hânedânı Osmanlı Devleti nezdinde çok önemli bir konuma sahip oldu. Geray ve Osmanlı hânedânları arasında da özel bir ilişki ve karşılıklı etkileşim ortaya çıktı. Hatta kriz anlarında Gerayların Osmanlıların yegâne taht alternatifi olduğu iddiaları sık sık dile getirildi. 
  Böylelikle kurulan bağlar iki devletin yakın ilişkilerinin de ötesine geçti. Bu süreç içinde, Geray hânedânının pek çoğu peyderpey Osmanlı topraklarında iskân edilmeye başlandı ve müteakip yüzyıllarda sayısı belirlenemeyecek kadar çok Geray, Osmanlı topraklarında yaşadı ve orada öldü. Bilhassa, Kırım&apos;ın 1783’te Rusya&apos;nın eline geçmesini müteakip Geray hânedânının Kırım’daki erkek mensuplarının büyük çoğunluğu Osmanlı Devleti’ne göç etmeye mecbur kalırken, bir kısmı da Kuzey Kafkasya’ya yerleşti. Osmanlı Devleti’ndeki Geraylar Rumeli’nde kendilere ait ya da tahsis edilmiş bulunan geniş çiftliklerde yaşamışlardır. Rumeli’ndeki Geraylar, Osmanlı Devleti’nin fevkalâde karışık bu dönemlerinde bazen ülke ölçeğinde, bazen de mahallî çapta gayet kayda değer roller üstlenmişlerdir. Bunun yanı sıra, Kırım Hanlığı’nın yıkılmasından sonra dahi Gerayların Osmanlı ordusunda özellikle Kırım Tatarlarından müteşekkil birliklere kumandanlık yaptıkları görülmektedir. Kuzey Kafkasya’ya yerleşen Geraylar ise bu bölgede önce Osmanlı, daha sonra da Rusya hâkimiyeti altında çok önemli roller oynamışlardır. Çok zengin arşiv malzemesine ve 200’e yakın yerleşim yerinde saha araştırmalarına dayanan bu çalışma, Geray hânedânının temel özelliklerine ve onların Osmanlı Devleti’ndeki ilginç, ancak şimdiye kadar hemen hiçbir monografiye konu olmamış olan hikâyelerine ışık tutmayı amaçlamaktadır. Buna bağlı olarak, bir yandan Geray sülâlesi mensuplarının yerleştikleri Osmanlı Devleti ve toplumu içinde üstlendikleri rolleri ortaya koymak, öte yandan günümüz Türkiye, Bulgaristan ve Yunanistan devletleri sınırları dâhilinde bulunan bu arazide Gerayların ikamet yerlerini belirleyerek onlardan kalan izleri göstermek de bu kitabın temel yönelişlerindendir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>İnsanciklar (Ciltli)</image:title>
            <image:caption>Edebiyat dünyasına Balzac çevirileriyle giriş yapan Dostoyevski ilk romanı İnsancıklar’ı 1846 yılında yayımladığında beklenmedik bir ilgiyle karşılanmış ve edebiyat çevrelerince takdir edilmişti. Öyle ki herhangi bir eseri kolayına beğenmemesiyle tanınan dönemin en meşhur edebiyat eleştirmenlerinden biri olan Vissarrion Belinsky tarafından “Rus edebiyatının yeni büyük yeteneği” sözleriyle tebcil edildi. Belinsky’nin kehanetini Suç ve Ceza ve Karamazov Kardeşler gibi dünya çapında eserleriyle tescilleyen Dostoyevski’nin dehasının ilk parıltılarının İnsancıklar’da ışıldadığını söylemek mümkün. 1840 Petersburg’unda geçen roman fakir insanların aşağılanma ve horgörü ile geçen yaşamlarını anlatmakla Rusya’nın ilk toplumsal romanı olması yönüyle de ehemmiyetli bir konum elde etmiştir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Denizler Altında 20000 Fersah (Ciltli)</image:title>
            <image:caption>1866 yılında denizlerde görüldüğü söylenen bir deniz canavarını araştırmak için sefere çıkan Abraham Lincoln gemisinde bulunan Profesör Aronnax ve sadık hizmetkârı Conseil çok geçmeden aradıkları canavarla karşılaşırlar. İkili ve aralarına yeni katılan dostları denizci Ned Land son derece şiddetli bir boğuşmadan sonra kendilerini denizin dibinde bulacaklardı. Bir ölüm kalım savaşını andıran boğuşma sonunda canavar sandıkları Kaptan Nemo idaresindeki Nautilus denizaltısından başka bir şey değildir. Verne’in eşsiz hayal gücünün eşliğinde o güne dek emsali görülmemiş deniz aracıyla birçok serüven yaşayan üçlü denizin derinliklerinin karanlık sırlarına da vakıf olacaktır. Jules Verne’in onlarca filme hatta 1954 yılında denize indirdiği denizaltıya da ilham olacak Denizler Altında Yirmi Bin Fersah romanı Verne’i Türkiye’ye tanıtan Ahmet İhsan Tokgöz’ün tercümesiyle okuruyla buluşuyor.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Cinler (Ciltli)</image:title>
            <image:caption>Dostoyevski’nin 1869 Rusyası’nda gerçekleşen bir suikasttan ilham alarak kaleme aldığı romanı Cinler yazarın hacimli romanlarından birisidir. Yazarın Sibirya sürgününden döndükten sonra 1870-72 aralığında kaleme aldığı eser Dostoyevski’nin beş büyük romanından biri olarak kabul edilmektedir. Konusunu gerçek bir olaydan alan Cinler Dostoyevski’nin yaşadığı dönemdeki siyasi olaylara kayıtsız kalmadığını göstermesi bakımından ehemmiyetlidir Ayrıca romanın bir başka ehemmiyetli yönü de yazarın yarım asır sonra Rusya’ya tam manasıyla hâkim olacak olan ihtilalci akımlara nasıl baktığını görmemizi sağlamasıdır. Dostoyevski’nin Cinler’i yazarın başyapıtları arasında en tartışmalı olanıdır. Rus Devrimi’ni öngören Cinler, başarılı bir kehanet olması yönüyle selamlansa da yazarının “döneklik” ithamına maruz kalmasına sebep olmuştu.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Menfi (Sürgün) (Ciltli)</image:title>
            <image:caption>Fazlı Necib’in bir sürgün hikâyesini anlattığı Menfî istibdada karşı en yoğun direnişin gerçekleştiği Meşrutiyet öncesi Selanik’inde geçiyor. Annesinin kendisine bonkörce tahsis ettiği paraları İstanbul’da hesapsızca harcadıktan sonra memleketi Selanik’e dönen havai bir delikanlı olan Ekrem annesini hasta olduğuna inandırıp kapağı Avrupa’ya atmanın hesaplarını yapmaktadır.  Ne var ki kadınlar arası kıskançlık ve haset bulutları genç adamın çevresini bürümekte gecikmeyecektir. Zamanının velut bir yazarı olan Necib’in günümüz okuyucusu tarafından büyük bölümü zorlanmadan okunabilecek olan Menfî’si tekrar okuyucuyla buluşmayı fazlasıyla hak ediyor.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Sünger Avcısı</image:title>
            <image:caption>“Sefaletler içinde en acı olanı faciaya gülünçlük karışmasıdır.” 
 
Panait Istrati’nin yedi uzun hikâyesinin yer aldığı Sünger Avcısı yaşam mücadelesi içindeki insanların maceralarını anlatmaktadır. Yazar betimlemeler ve anlatım yeteneğiyle yaşama sevgisini, arkadaşlık duygularını, insanlık onurunu anlatan hikâyeler kaleme almıştır. Panait Istrati Sünger Avcısı ile Adrien Zograffi’nin maceralarını anlatmayı sürdürmektedir. Hikâye Yunanistan kıyılarında başlar. Kahramanımız Adrien bir gün limanda dolaşırken bir adamla karşılaşır ve böylece bir serüven başlar. Ancak bu serüven sadece sünger avcılığı işiyle sınırlı kalmayacaktır. Dostluk, hüzün, mutluluk ve daha nice farklı konuları işleyen Sünger Avcısı okurları güzel bir yolculuğa çıkaracak.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Berr</image:title>
            <image:caption>Berr, Esmaü’l-Hüsna’dandır; ’’iyilik sahibi’’ demektir. O’nun isimleri iyilik hazineleri ile doludur. 
Ayet-i kerimede ’’En güzel isimler Allah’ındır.  O’na bunlarla dua edin.’’(Araf,180) buyrulmaktadır. 
Bu ayetin bize şunları anlattığı söylenebilir: 
.O’nun isimlerinin her biri güzeldir. 
.O’nu, isimleri ile tanımaya çalışmalıdır. 
.Dualarımıza icabet edilmesine en önemli bir vesile, isimlerini anarak O’na yönelmektir. 
.Dualarımızı işiten, arzularımızı yerine getiren; ihsanı bol, merhameti geniş bir Rabbimiz var. 
.Her bir ismin kendine ait bir alanı var çünkü ‘’O’na bunlarla dua edin’’ buyruluyor. 
.Dua önemli bir ibadettir ve Rabbimiz katında ‘’O’na isimlerini anarak dua etmek’’ çok değerlidir. 
.O’na isimleri ile dua etmek bizi en güzel neticelere ulaştırır. ‘’En güzel isimler’’ denilmesiyle buna işaret edilmiş.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Burlesque Autobiography</image:title>
            <image:caption>Two or three persons having at different times intimated that if I would write an autobiography they would read it, when they got leisure, yield at last to this frenzied public demand, and herewith tender my history:
Ours is a noble old house, and stretches a long way back into antiquity. The earliest ancestor the Twains have any record of was a friend of the family by the name of Higgins. This was in the eleventh century, when our people were living in Aberdeen, county of Cork, England. Why it is that our long line has ever since borne the maternal name (except when one of them now and then took a playful refuge in an alias to avert foolishness), instead of Higgins, is a mystery which none of us has ever felt much desire to stir. It is a kind of vague, pretty romance, and we leave it alone. All the old families do that way.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Changed Man and Other Tales</image:title>
            <image:caption>By Standfast Corner, a little beyond the Cross, they suddenly obtained an end view of the lane. Large bonfires were burning in the middle of the way, with a view to purifying the air; and from the wretched tenements with which the lane was lined in those days persons were bringing out bedding and clothing. Some was thrown into the fires, the rest placed in wheel-barrows and wheeled into the moor directly in the track of the fugitives.
They followed on, and came up to where a vast copper was set in the open air. Here the linen was boiled and disinfected. By the light of the lanterns Laura discovered that her husband was standing by the copper, and that it was he who unloaded the barrow and immersed its contents. The night was so calm and muggy that the conversation by the copper reached her ears.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Columbus of Space</image:title>
            <image:caption>After that the time passed quietly. We ate our meals and went to bed and rose as regularly as if we had been at home. In one respect, however, things were very different from what they were on the earth. We had no night! The sun shone continually, although the sky was black and always glittering with stars. None of us needed to be told by our conductor that this was due to the fact that we no longer had the shadow of the earth to make night for us when the sun was behind it. The sun was now never behind the earth, or any other great opaque body, and when we wished to sleep we made an artificial night, for our special use, by closing all the shutters. And there was no atmosphere about us to diffuse the sunlight, and so to hide the stars. We kept count of the days by the aid of a calendar clock; there seemed to be nothing that Edmund had forgotten. And it was a delightful experience, the wonder of which grew upon us hour by hour. It was too marvelous, too incredible, to be believed, and yet--there we were!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Daughter of the Snows</image:title>
            <image:caption>Her outfit, on the backs of a dozen Indians and in charge of Del Bishop, had got under way hours before. The previous day, on her return with Matt McCarthy from the Siwash camp, she had found Del Bishop at the store waiting her. His business was quickly transacted, for the proposition he made was terse and to the point. She was going into the country. He was intending to go in. She would need somebody. If she had not picked any one yet, why he was just the man. He had forgotten to tell her the day he took her ashore that he had been in the country years before and knew all about it. True, he hated the water, and it was mainly a water journey; but he was not afraid of it. He was afraid of nothing. Further, he would fight for her at the drop of the hat. As for pay, when they got to Dawson, a good word from her to Jacob Welse, and a years outfit would be his. No, no; no grub-stake about it, no strings on him! He would pay for the outfit later on when his sack was dusted. What did she think about it, anyway? And Frona did think about it, for ere she had finished breakfast he was out hustling the packers together</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Discourse on the Study of the Law of Nature and Nations</image:title>
            <image:caption>It is not for me to attempt a theme which has perhaps been exhausted by these great writers. I am indeed much less called upon to display the worth and usefulness of the law of nations, than to vindicate myself from presumption in attempting a subject which has been already handled by so many masters. For the purpose of that vindication it will be necessary to sketch a ver y short and slight account (for such in this place it must unavoidably be) of the progress and present state of the science, and of that succession of able writers who have gradually brought it to its present perfection.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Double Barrelled Detectice Story</image:title>
            <image:caption>Some late bird of a reporter stole one of my placards, then hunted the town over and found the other one, and stole that. In this manner he accomplished what the profession call a ldquo;scooprdquo; that is, he got a valuable item, and saw to it that no other paper got it. And so his paper the principal one in the town had it in glaring type on the editorial page in the morning, followed by a Vesuvian opinion of our wretch a column long, which wound up by adding a thousand dollars to our reward on the papers account! The journals out here know how to do the noble thing when theres business in it.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Fair Barbarian</image:title>
            <image:caption>In this manner Slowbridge received the shock which shook it to its foundations, and it was a shock from which it did not recover for some time. Before ten oclock the next morning, everybody knew of the arrival of Martin Bassetts daughter. The very boarding-school (Miss Pilchers select seminary for young ladies, ldquo;combining the comforts of a home,rdquo; as the circular said, ldquo;with all the advantages of genteel educationrdquo;) was on fire with it, highly colored versions of the stories told being circulated from the ldquo;first classrdquo; downward, even taking the form of an Indian princess, tattooed blue, and with difficulty restrained from indulging in war-whoops,--which last feature so alarmed little Miss Bigbee, aged seven, that she retired in fear and trembling, and shed tears under the bedclothes; her terror and anguish being much increased by the stirring recitals of scalping-stories by pretty Miss Phipps, of the first class--a young person who possessed a vivid imagination, and delighted in romances of a tragic turn.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Footnote To History</image:title>
            <image:caption>An affair which might be deemed worthy of a note of a few lines in any general history has been here expanded to the size of a volume or large pamphlet. The smallness of the scasize scale, and the singularity of the manners and events and many of le, the characters, considered, it is hoped that, in spite of its outthe outlandish subject, the sketch may find readers. It has been a task landish of difficulty. Speed was essential, or it might come too late to be of any service to a distracted country. Truth, in the midst of conflicting rumours and in the dearth of printed material, was often hard to ascertain, and since most of those engaged were of my personal acquaintance, it was often more than dewere delicate to express. I must certainly have erred often and much; licate it is not for want of trouble taken nor of an impartial temit temper. And if my plain speaking shall cost me any of the friends per. that I still count, I shall be sorry, but I need not be ashamed.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Garland For Girls</image:title>
            <image:caption>As she spoke, Jessie was gathering long sprays of the rosy vine, with its glossy leaves so beattifully shaded that it was evident Jack Frost had done his best for it. Going to her glass, she fastened a wreath of the smallest leaves about her head, set a cluster of larger ones in her bosom, and then surveyed herself with girlish pleasure, as well she might; for the effect of the simple decoration was charming. Quite satisfied now, she tied on her cloud and slipped away without waking Laura, little dreaming what good fortune the ivy spray was to bring them both.
She found the children prancing with impatience to begin their ballet, much excited by the music, gaslight, and gay dresses, which made it seem like ldquo;a truly ball.rdquo; All welcomed Jessie, and she soon forgot the cheap slippers, mended gloves, and old dress, as she gayly led her troop through the pretty dance with so much grace and skill that the admiring mammas who lined the walls declared it was the sweetest thing they ever saw.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Group of Noble Dames</image:title>
            <image:caption>Now, courteous as Reynard could be, he was a little obstinate when his resolution had once been formed. She had been promised him by her eighteenth birthday at latest sooner if she were in robust health. Her mother had fixed the time on her own judgment, without a word of interference on his part. He had been hanging about foreign courts till he was weary. Betty was now as woman, if she would ever be one, and there was not, in his mind, the shadow of an excuse for putting him off longer. Therefore, fortified as he was by the support of her mother, he blandly but firmly told the Squire that he had been willing to waive his rights, out of deference to her parents, to any reasonable extent, but must now, in justice to himself and her insist on maintaining them. He therefore, since she had not come to meet him, should proceed to Kings Hintock in a few days to fetch her.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A History Of The United States</image:title>
            <image:caption>The pedigrees of our county families, arranged in diagrams on the pages of county histories, mostly appear at first sight to be as barren of any touch of nature as a table of logarithms. But given a clue--the faintest tradition of what went on behind the scenes, and this dryness as of dust may be transformed into a palpitating drama. More, the careful comparison of dates alone--that of birth with marriage, of marriage with death, of one marrithat marriage, birth, or death with a kindred marriage, birth, or death--will age, often effect the same transformation, and anybody practised in raising images from such genealogies finds himself unconsciously filling into the framework the motives, passions, and personal qualities which would appear to be the single explanation possibqualities possible of some extraordinary conjunction in times, events, and perle personages that occasionally marks these reticent family records.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Horses Tale</image:title>
            <image:caption>She has been with us a good nice long time, now. You are troubled about your sprite because this is such a wild frontier, hundreds of miles from civilization, and peopled only by wandering tribes of savages? You fear for her safety? Give yourself no uneasiness about her. Dear me, shes in a nursery! and shes got more than eighteen hundred nurses. It would distress the garrison to suspect that you think they cant take care of her. They think they can. They would tell you so themselves. You see, the Seventh Cavalry has never had a child of its very own before, and neither has the Ninth Dragoons; and so they are like all new mothers, they think there is no other child like theirs, no other child so wonderful, none that is so worthy to be faithfully and tenderly looked after and protected.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A House of Pomegranates</image:title>
            <image:caption>Although she was a real Princess and the Infanta of Spain, she had only one birthday every year, just like the children of quite poor people, so it was naturally a matter of great importance to the whole country that she should have a really fine day for the occasion. And a really fine day it certainly was. The tall striped tulips stood straight up upon their stalks, like long rows of soldiers, and looked defiantly across the grass at the roses, and said: lsquo;We are quite as splendid as you are now. The purple butterflies fluttered about with gold dust on their wings, visiting each flower in turn; the little lizards crept out of the crevices of the wall, and lay basking in the white glare; and the pomegranates split and cracked with the heat, and showed their bleeding red hearts. Even the pale yellow lemons, that hung in such profusion from the mouldering trellis and along the dim arcades, seemed to have caught a richer colour from the wonderful sunlight, and the magnolia trees opened their great globe-like blossoms of folded ivory, and filled the air with a sweet heavy perfume</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Lady&apos;s Visit To The Gold Diggings Of Australia In 1852-53</image:title>
            <image:caption>It may be deemed presumptuous that one of my age and sex should venture to give to the public an account of personalshould personal adventures in a land which has so often been descanted pon byadventures by other and abler pens; but when I reflect on the many mothers, wives, and sisters in England, whose hearts are ever longing forwives, for information respecting the dangers and privations to whichinformation which their relatives at the antipodes are exposed, I cannot but hopetheir hope that the presumption of my undertaking may be pardoned inthat in onsideration of the pleasure which an accurate description ofconsideration of some of the Australian Gold Fields may perhaps afford tosome to many; and although the time of my residence in the coloniesmany; colonies was short, I had the advantage (not only in Melbourne, butwas but whilst in the bush) of constant intercourse with manywhilst many experienced diggers and old colonistsmdash;thus having everyexperienced every facility for acquiring information respecting Victoria and thefacility the other colonies.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Lost Lady</image:title>
            <image:caption>Thirty or forty years ago, in one of those grey towns along the Burlington railroad, which are so much greyer today than they were then, there was a house well known from Omaha to Denver for its hospitality and for a certain charm of atmosphere. Well known, that is to say, to the railroad aristocracy of that time; men who had to do with the railroad itself, or with one of the ldquo;land companiesrdquo; which were its by-products. In those days it was enough to say of a man that he was ldquo;connected with the Burlington.rdquo; There were the directors, the general managers, vice- presidents, superintendents, whose names we all knew; and their younger brothers or nephews were auditors, freight agents, departmental assistants.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Man and His Money</image:title>
            <image:caption>A covered wagon had at that moment stopped before the door. It was drawn by a horse whose appearance, like that of the piano, spoke more eloquently of services in the past than of hopeful promises for the future. On the side of the vehicle appeared in large letters: ldquo;Whats the Matter with Mother? Latest Melodic Triumph by Americas Greatest Composer, Mr. Kerry Mackintosh.rdquo; A little to the left of this announcement was painted a harp, probably a reminder of the one Saint Cecilia was supposed to have played. This sentimental symbol was obviously intended to lend dignity and respectability to the otherwise disreputable vehicle of concord and its steed without wings, waiting patiently to be off--or to lie down and pay the debt of nature!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Man of Means</image:title>
            <image:caption>If matters had progressed rapidly before, they went like lightning then. It was as if he had touched a spring or pressed a button, setting vast machinery in motion. Even as he reeled back stunned at his audacity, the room became suddenly full of Coppins of every variety known to science. Through a mist he was aware of Mrs. Coppin crying in a corner, of Mr. Coppin drinking his health in the remains of sparkling limado, of Brothers Frank and Percy, one on each side trying to borrow simultaneously half-crowns, and of Muriel, flushed but demure, making bread-pellets and throwing them in an abstracted way, one by one, at the Coppin cat, which had wandered in on the chance of fish.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Mere Interlude</image:title>
            <image:caption>The schoolmistress assured her landlady that she could return the sentiment. lsquo;But here comes my perplexity, she said. lsquo;I dont like keeping school. Ah, you are surprised--you didnt suspect it. Thats because Ive concealed my feeling. Well, I simply hate school. I dont care for children-- they are unpleasant, troublesome little things, whom nothing would delight so much as to hear that you had fallen down dead. Yet I would even put up with them if it was not for the inspector. For three months before his visit I didnt sleep soundly. And the Committee of Council are always changing the Code, so that you dont know what to teach, and what to leave untaught. I think father and mother are right. They say I shall never excel as a schoolmistress if I dislike the work so, and that therefore I ought to get settled by marrying Mr Heddegan. Between us two, I like him better than school; but I dont like him quite so much as to wish to marry him.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Miscellany of Men</image:title>
            <image:caption>A Miscellany of Men</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Modern Cinderella</image:title>
            <image:caption>To and fro she went, silent and diligent, giving the grace of willingness to every humble or distasteful task the day had brought her; but some malignant sprite seemed to have taken possession of her kingdom, for rebellion broke out everywhere. The kettles would boil over most obstreperously,-- the mutton refused to cook with the meek alacrity to be expected from the nature of a sheep,--the stove, with unnecessary warmth of temper, would glow like a fiery furnace,--the irons would scorch,--the linens would dry,--and spirits would fail, though patience never. Nan tugged on, growing hotter and wearier, more hurried and more hopeless, till at last the crisis came; for in one fell moment she tore her gown, burnt her hand, and smutched the collar she was preparing to finish in the most unexceptionable style. Then, if she had been a nervous woman, she would have scolded; being a gentle girl, she only ldquo;lifted up her voice and wept.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Modern Utopia</image:title>
            <image:caption>This book is in all probability the last of a series of writinldquo;writings, of which--disregarding certain earlier disconnected essays--my gs, Anticipations was the beginning. Originally I intended AnticiAnticipations Anticipations to be my sole digression from my art or trade (or what pations you will) of an imaginative writer. I wrote that book in order to clear up the muddle in my own mind about innumerable social and political questions, questions I could not keep out of my work, which it distressed me to touch upon in a stupid haphawork, haphazard way, and which no one, so far as I knew, had handled in a zard manner to satisfy my needs. But Anticipations did not achieve its end. I have a slow constructive hesitating sort of mind, and when I emerged from that undertaking I found I had still most of my questions to state and solve. In Mankind in the Making, therefore, I tried to review the social organisation in a different way, to consider it as an educational process instead of dealing with it as a thing with a future history, and if I made this second book even less satisfactory from a literary standpoint than the former (and this is my opinion), I blundered, I think, more edifformer edifyingly--at least from the point of view of my own instruction.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Portrait Of the Artist As A Young Man</image:title>
            <image:caption>That was not a nice expression. His mother had told him not to speak with the rough boys in the college. Nice mother! The first day in the hall of the castle when she had said goodbye she had put up her veil double to her nose to kiss him: and her nose and eyes were red. But he had pretended not to see that she was going to cry. She was a nice mother but she was not so nice when she cried. And his father had given him two five-shilling pieces for pocket money. And his father had told him if he wanted anything to write home to him and, whatever he did, never to peach on a fellow. Then at the door of the castle the rector had shaken hands with his father and mother, his soutane fluttering in the breeze, and the car had driven off with his father and mother on it. They had cried to him from the car, waving their hands:
Goodbye, Stephen, goodbye! Goodbye, Stephen, goodbye!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Silent Witness</image:title>
            <image:caption>Presently a light rain began to fall. Foreseeing that I should have to curtail my walk, I stepped forward more briskly, and, passing between the posts, entered the narrowest and most secluded part of the lane. But now the rain suddenly increased, and a squall of wind drove it athwart the path. I drew up in the shelter of one of the tall oak fences by which the lane is here enclosed, and waited for the shower to pass. And as I stood with my back to the fence, pensively filling my pipe, I became for the first time sensible of the utter solitude of the place. I looked about me and listened. The lane was darker here than elsewhere; a mere trench between the high fences. I could dimly see the posts at the entrance and a group of large elms over-shadowing them. In the other direction, where the lane doubled sharply upon itself, was absolute, inky blackness, save where a faint glimmer from the wet ground showed the corner of the fence and a projecting stump or tree-root jutting out from the corner and looking curiously like a human foot with the toes pointed upward.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Study in Scarlet</image:title>
            <image:caption>He seized me by the coat-sleeve in his eagerness, and drew me over to the table at which he had been working. ldquo;Let us have some fresh blood,rdquo; he said, digging a long bodkin into his finger, and drawing off the resulting drop of blood in a chemical pipette. ldquo;Now, I add this small quantity of blood to a litre of water. You perceive that the resulting mixture has the appearance of pure water. The proportion of blood cannot be more than one in a million. I have no doubt, however, that we shall be able to obtain the characteristic reaction.rdquo; As he spoke, he threw into the vessel a few white crystals, and then added some drops of a transparent fluid. In an instant the contents assumed a dull mahogany colour, and a brownish dust was precipitated to the bottom of the glass jar.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Tale of Two Cities</image:title>
            <image:caption>More months, to the number of twelve, had come and gone, and Mr. Charles Darnay was established in England as a higher teacher of the French language who was conversant with French literature. In this age, he would have been a Professor; in that age, he was a Tutor. He read with young men who could find any leisure and interest for the study of a living tongue spoken all over the world, and he cultivated a taste for its stores of knowledge and fancy. He could write of them, besides, in sound English, and render them into sound English. Such masters were not at that time easily found; Princes that had been, and Kings that were to be, were not yet of the Teacher class, and no ruined nobility had dropped out of Tellsons ledgers, to turn cooks and carpenters. As a tutor, whose attainments made the students way unusually pleasant and profitable, and as an elegant translator who brought something to his work besides mere dictionary knowledge, young Mr. Darnay soon became known and encouraged. He was well acquainted, more-over, with the circumstances of his country, and those were of evergrowing interest. So, with great perseverance and untiring industry, he prospered.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Agnes Grey</image:title>
            <image:caption>I was silenced for that day, and for many succeeding ones; but still I did not wholly relinquish my darling scheme. Mary got her drawing materials, and steadily set to work. I got mine too; but while I drew, I thought of other things. How delightful it would be to be a governess! To go out into the world; to enter upon a new life; to act for myself; to exercise my unused faculties; to try my unknown powers; to earn my own maintenance, and something to comfort and help my father, mother, and sister, besides exonerating them from the provision of my food and clothing; to show papa what his little Agnes could do; to convince mamma and Mary that I was not quite the helpless, thoughtless being they supposed. And then, how charming to be entrusted with the care and education of children! Whatever others said, I felt I was fully competent to the task: the clear remembrance of my own thoughts in early childhood would be a surer guide than the instructions of the most mature adviser. I had but to turn from my little pupils to myself at their age, and I should know, at once, how to win their confidence and affections: how to waken the contrition of the erring; how to embolden the timid and console the afflicted; how to make Virtue practicable, Instruction desirable, and Religion lovely and comprehensible.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Alaaddin&apos;in Sihirli Lambası - Binbir Gece Masalları</image:title>
            <image:caption>İçindekiler, Sultan ve Şehrazat Aladdinin Sihirli Lambası Gülmeyi Unutan Adam Halife Gülüyor Yardımsever Berber Küçük Yargıç Cüce ve Kılçık Ali Baba ve Kırk Haramiler Eşeğe DÖnüşen Adam</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Allan and The Ice Gods A Tale Of Beginnings</image:title>
            <image:caption>On the farther side of the fire, attending to the grilling of strips of flesh set upon pointed sticks, stood Aaka, Wis wife, clothed in a kirtle of sealskins fastened beneath her breast, for here, the place being warm, she wore no cloak. She was a finely built woman of about thirty years of age, with masses of black hair that hung to her middle, clean and well-kept hair arranged in four tresses, each of which was tied at the end with fibres of grass or sinew. Her skin was whiter than that of most of her race; indeed, quite white, except where it was tanned by exposure to the weather; her face, though rather broad, was handsome and fine-featured, if somewhat querulous, and, like the rest of her people, she had large and melancholy dark eyes.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>American Football</image:title>
            <image:caption>Rugby football for it is from the Rugby Union Rules that our American Intercollegiate game was derived dates its present era of popularity from the formation in England, in 1871, of a union of some score of clubs. Nearly ten years before this there had been an attempt made to unite the various diverging football factions under a common set of laws; but this proved a failure, and the styles of play became farther and farther apart. Of the Association game one can say but little as regards its American following. It is quite extensively played in this country, but more by those whonbsp;have themselves played it in Great Britain than by nativeborn Americans. Its popularity is extending, and at some day it will very likely become as well understood in this country as the derived Rugby is to-day. Its essential characteristic is, that it is played with the feet, in distinction from the Rugby, in which the ball may be carried in the hands.rdquo;nbsp;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>American Renaissance A Review Of Domestic Architecture</image:title>
            <image:caption>The predominant local color which distinguishes American Renaissance has been given to it by what has been our great national building commodity, i. e., wood. The Greeks and Romans built of stone when they had the money to pay for it, as does ever ybody else; otherwise, people in new countries fall back upon a less expensive material. Our less expensive material was wood. Both stone and wood have grain, and have to be used with the same careful regard to it. Whether we build our columns up of stone or wooden sectionsmdash;latitudinal in the one case, longitudinal in the othermdash;to support a cornice also constructed in sections according to the convenient sizes of commerce for the particular material, makes no difference to the canons of art so long as we are not tr ying to deceive or to imitate one material with another simply with that end in view.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>An Account of the Foxglove and some of its Medical Uses</image:title>
            <image:caption>December 8th. A man about fifty years of age, who had formerly been a builder, but was now uch reduced in his circumstances, complained to me of an asthma which first attacked him about the latter end of autumn. His breath was ver y short, his countenance was sunken, his belly large; and, upon examination, a fluctuation in it was ver y perceptible. His urine for some time past had been small in quantity. I directed a decoction of Fol. Digital. recent. which made him ver y sick, the sickness recurring at inter vals for several days, uring which time he made a large quantity of water. His breath gradually drew easier, his belly subsided, and in about ten days he began to eat with a keen appetite. He afterwards took steel and bitters.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>An Ideal Husband</image:title>
            <image:caption>The octagon room at Sir Robert Chilterns house in Grosvenor Square.
[The room is brilliantly lighted and full of guests. At the top of the staircase stands LADY CHILTERN, a woman of grave Greek beauty, about twenty-seven years of age. She receives the guests as they come up. Over the well of the staircase hangs a great chandelier with wax lights, which illumine a large eighteenth- century French tapestrymdash;representing the Triumph of Love, from a design by Bouchermdash;that is stretched on the staircase wall. On the right is the entrance to the music-room. The sound of a string quartette is faintly heard. The entrance on the left leads to other reception-rooms. MRS. MARCHMONT and LADY BASILDON, two very pretty women, are seated together on a Louis Seize sofa. They are types of exquisite fragility. Their affectation of manner has a delicate charm. Watteau would have loved to paint them].</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Anne of Avonlea</image:title>
            <image:caption>In the first place he kept house for himself and had publicly stated that he wanted no fools of women around his diggings. Feminine Avonlea took its revenge by the gruesome tales it related about his house-keeping and cooking. He had hired little John Henry Carter of White Sands and John Henry started the stories. For one thing, there was never any stated time for meals in the Harrison establishment. Mr. Harrison ldquo;got a biterdquo; when he felt hungry, and if John Henry were around at the time, he came in for a share, but if he were not, he had to wait until Mr. Harrisons next hungry spell. John Henry mournfully averred that he would have starved to death if it wasnt that he got home on Sundays and got a good filling up, and that his mother always gave him a basket of ldquo;grubrdquo; to take back with him on Monday mornings.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>And Now Tomorrow</image:title>
            <image:caption>Janice fell asleep before darkness filled the room. But I watched it creep over the familiar pieces of furniture. I hid my head under the covers when it took my clothes draped over a chair and turned them into terrifying shapes. Outside, the frogs sounded very loud and insistent. Suddenly I wanted Father to come and tell me that everything was all right. I remembered in that moment that Father had not appeared at my party according to his promise. In the excitement I had forgotten that. Surely he must be back by now. I began to feel very sorry for myself lying awake up there in the darkness. I slipped from bed and felt my way across the room. The doorknob eluded me. I fumbled for it in panic, and tears overwhelmed me before my hands felt the reassuring cold brass.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Anne of Green Gables</image:title>
            <image:caption>Mr. and Mrs. Thomas moved away from Bolingbroke to Marysville, and I lived with them until I was eight years old. I helped look after the Thomas childrenmdash;there were four of them younger than memdash;and I can tell you they took a lot of looking after. Then Mr. Thomas was killed falling under a train and his mother offered to take Mrs. Thomas and the children, but she didnt want me. Mrs. Thomas was at her wits end, so she said, what to do with me. Then Mrs. Hammond from up the river came down and said shed take me, seeing I was handy with children, and I went up the river to live with her in a little clearing among the stumps. It was a very lonesome place. Im sure I could never have lived there if I hadnt had an imagination. Mr. Hammond worked a little sawmill up there, and Mrs. Hammond had eight children. She had twins three times. I like babies in moderation, but twins three times in succession is too much. I told Mrs. Hammond so firmly, when the last pair came. I used to get so dreadfully tired carrying them about.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Anne of The Island</image:title>
            <image:caption>She chattered ceaselessly and inconsequently until they reached the Green Gables lane. Poor Gilbert hardly had a chance to get a word in edgewise. Anne felt rather relieved when they parted. There had been a new, secret selfconsciousness in her heart with regard to Gilbert, ever since that fleeting moment of revelation in the garden of Echo Lodge. Something alien had intruded into the old, perfect, school-day comradeship - something that threatened to mar it. ldquo;I never felt glad to see Gilbert go before,rdquo; she thought, half-resentfully, half- sorrowfully, as she walked alone up the lane. ldquo;Our friendship will be spoiled if he goes on with this nonsense. It mustnt be spoiled I wont let it. Oh, WHY cant boys be just sensible!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Archimedes</image:title>
            <image:caption>If the ordinar y person were asked to say off-hand what he knew of Archimedes, he would probably, at the most, be able to quote one or other of the well-known stories about him: how, after discovering the solution of some problem in the bath, he was so overjoyed that he ran naked to his house, shouting epsilon;ὕrho;eta;kappa;alpha;, epsilon;ὕrho;eta;kappa;alpha; (or, as we might say, ldquo;Ive got it, Ive got itrdquo;); or how he said ldquo;Give me a place to stand on and I will move the earthrdquo;; or again how he was killed, at the capture of Syracuse in the Second Punic War, by a Roman soldier who resented being told to get away from a diagram drawn on the ground which he was studying.nbsp;ldquo;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Apology</image:title>
            <image:caption>In what relation the Apology of Plato stands to the real defence of Socrates, there are no means of determining. It certainly agrees in tone and character with the description of Xenophon, who says in the Memorabilia that Socrates might have been acquitted lsquo;if in any moderate degree he would have conciliated the favour of the dicasts; and who informs us in another passage, on the testimony of Hermogenes, the friend of Socrates, that he had no wish to live; and that the divine sign refused to allow him to prepare a defence, and also that Socrates himself declared this to be unnecessary, on the ground that all his life long he had been preparing against that hour. For the speech breathes throughout a spirit of defiance, (ut non supplex aut reus sed magister aut dominus videretur esse judicum, Cic. de Orat.); and the loose and desultory style is an imitation of the lsquo;accustomed manner in which Socrates spoke in lsquo;the agora and among the tables of the money-changers. The allusion in the Crito may, perhaps, be adduced as a further evidence of the literal accuracy of some parts.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Barnaby Rudge</image:title>
            <image:caption>Clear of the locksmiths house, Sim Tappertit laid aside his cautious manner, and assuming in its stead that of a ruffling, swaggering, roving blade, who would rather kill a man than otherwise, and eat him too if needful, made the best of his way along the darkened streets. Half pausing for an instant now and then to smite his pocket and assure himself of the safety of his master key, he hurried on to Barbican, and turning into one of the narrowest of the narrow streets which diverged from that centre, slackened his pace and wiped his heated brow, as if the termination of his walk were near at hand..</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Barren Ground</image:title>
            <image:caption>Something within herself, over which she had no control, was thinking aloud. And as if her imagination had escaped from darkness into light, a crowd of impressions revolved in her mind like the swiftly changing colours of a kaleidoscope. His eyes, black at a distance, brown when you looked into them. The healthy reddish tan of his skin. The white streak on his neck under his collar. The way his hair grew in short close waves like a cap. His straight red lips, with their look of vital and urgent youth. The fascinating curve of his eyebrows, which bent down when he smiled or frowned over his deep-set eyes. The way he smiled. The way he laughed. The way he looked at her. Nathan had opened the store and was already sweeping the tracks of mud from the platform. Somebody was in the store behind him. He talked while he swept, jerking his scraggy shoulders with an awkward movement. Poor Nathan, he had as many gestures as a puppet, and they all looked as if they were worked by strings.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Beatrice</image:title>
            <image:caption>That to the right led to the sitting-room, that to the left to the dining-room, both of them long, low and narrow chambers. Following the passage down for some seven paces, it terminated in another which ran at right angles to it for the entire length of the house. On the further side of this passage were several bedroom doors and a room at each end. That at the end to the right was occupied by Beatrice and her sister, the next was empty, the third was Mr. Grangers, and the fourth the spare room. This, with the exception of the kitchens and servants sleeping place, which were beyond the dining-room, made up the house. Fires had been lit in both of the principal rooms. Geoffrey was taken into the diningroom and attended by the doctors assistant, and Beatrice into the sitting-room, and attended by the doctor himself. In a few seconds the place had been cleared of all except the helpers, and the work began. The doctor looked at Beatrices cold shrunken form, and at the foam upon her lips. He lifted the eyelid, and held a light before the contracted pupil. Then he shook his head and set to work with a will. We need not follow him through the course of his dreadful labours, with which most people will have some acquaintance. Hopeless as they seemed, he continued them for hour after hour.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Behind A Mask or A Woman&apos;s Power</image:title>
            <image:caption>Only the housemaids were astir when Miss Muir left her room next morning and quietly found her way into the garden. As she walked, apparently intent upon the flowers, her quick eye scrutinized the fine old house and its picturesque surroundings.rdquo;Not bad,rdquo; she said to herself, adding, as she passed into the adjoining park, ldquo;but the other may be better, and I will have the best.rdquo;Walking rapidly, she came out at length upon the wide green lawn which lay before the ancient hall where Sir John Coventry lived in solitary splendor. A stately old place, rich in oaks, well-kept shrubberies, gay gardens, sunny terraces, carved gables, spacious rooms, liveried servants, and every luxury befitting the ancestral home of a rich and honorable race. Miss Muirs eyes brightened as she looked, her step grew firmer, her carriage prouder, and a smile broke over her face; the smile of one well pleased at the prospect of the success of some cherished hope. Suddenly her whole air changed, she pushed back her hat, clasped her hands loosely before her, and seemed absorbed in girlish admiration of the fair scene that could not fail to charm any beauty-loving eye.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Behind that Curtain</image:title>
            <image:caption>A gay crowd of Anglo-Indians gathered one night fifteen years ago on a hill outside Peshawar to watch the moon rise over that isolated frontier town. Among the company were Captain Eric Durand and his wife, just out from home. Eve Durand was young, pretty and well-bor a Miss Mannering, of Devonshire. Some one proposed a game of hide-and-seek before the ride back to Peshawar. The game was never finished. They are still looking for Eve Durand. Eventually all India was enlisted in the game. Jungle and bazaar, walled city and teak forest, were fine-combed for her.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Better Dead</image:title>
            <image:caption>When Andrew Riach went to London, his intention was to become private secretary to a member of the Cabinet. If time permitted, he proposed writing for the Press.rdquo;It might be better if you and Clarrie understood each other,rdquo; the minister said.It was their last night together. They faced each other in the manse-parlour at Wheens, whose low, peeled ceiling had threatened Mr. Eassie at his desk every time he looked up with his pen in his mouth until his wife died, when he ceased to notice things. The one picture on the walls, an engraving of a boy in velveteen, astride a tree, entitled ldquo;Boyhood of Bunyan,rdquo; had started life with him. The horsehair chairs were not torn, and you did not require to know the sofa before you sat down on it, that day thirty years before, when a chubby minister and his lady walked to the manse between two cart-loads of furniture, trying not to look elated.Clarrie rose to go, when she heard her name. The love-light was in her eyes, but Andrew did not open the door for her, for he was a Scotch graduate. Besides, she might one day be his wife.The ministers toddy-ladle clinked against his tumbler, but Andrew did not speak.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Betty&apos;s Bright Idea; Deacon Pitkin&apos;s Farm; and The First Christmas of New England</image:title>
            <image:caption>And this holy time, so hallowed and so gracious, was settling down over the great roaring, rattling, seething lifeworld of New York in the good year 1875. Who does not feel its on-coming in the shops and streets, in the festive air of trade and business, in the thousand garnitures by which every store hangs out triumphal banners and solicits you to buy something for a Christmas gift? For it is the peculiarity of all this array of prints, confectionery, dry goods, and manufactures of all kinds, that their bravery and splendor at Christmas tide is all to seduce you into generosity, and importune you to give something to others. It says to you, ldquo;The dear God gave you an unspeakable gift; give you a lesser gift to your brother!rdquo; Do we ever think, when we walk those busy, bustling streets, all alive with Christmas shoppers, and mingle with the rushing tides that throng and jostle through the stores, that unseen spirits may be hastening to and fro along those same ways bearing Christs Christmas gifts to men-- gifts whose value no earthly gold or gems can represent?</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Before Adam</image:title>
            <image:caption>His hips were thin; and the legs, lean and hairy, were crooked and stringy-muscled. In fact, my fathers legs were more like arms. They were twisted and gnarly, and with scarcely the semblance of the full meaty calf such as graces your leg and mine. I remember he could not walk on the flat of his foot. This was because it was a prehensile foot, more like a hand than a foot. The great toe, instead of being in line with the other toes, opposed them, like a thumb, and its opposition to the other toes was what enabled him to get a grip with his foot. This was why he could not walk on the flat of his foot. But his appearance was no more unusual than the manner of his coming, there to my mother and me as we perched above the angry wild pigs. He came through the trees, leaping from limb to limb and from tree to tree; and he came swiftly. I can see him now, in my wake-a-day life, as I write this, swinging along through the trees, a four-handed, hairy creature, howling with rage, pausing now and again to beat his chest with his clenched fist, leaping ten-and-fifteen-foot gaps, catching a branch with one hand and swinging on across another gap to catch with his other hand and go on, never hesitating, never at a loss as to how to proceed on his arboreal way.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Beyond the Black Waters</image:title>
            <image:caption>Mark Lawrence held a different opinion, but he saw that there would be no use at that time in pressing his views on the cheerful, corpulent doctor, from whom his own button of personal comfort shut out the view of anything of a higher nature. Dr. Pinfolds favourite maxim was Live, and let live: the first, and to him more important, part of the proverb meaning what is called good-livingmdash; not a mere seat, but a well-cushioned chair; not simple food, but a banquet, washed down with old wine. It must be owned that the second clause of the proverb was by no means forgotten. Dr. Pinfold was popular as a medical man; and not without reason, for he was not only clever in his profession, but he took a pleasure in curing his patients. Pinfold liked to relieve pain, and to see people happy; and he had a feeling of general goodwill towards all his fellow- countrymen which passed for benevolence, though his charity was ever of the kind which begins at home, and is limited to a conveniently small circle beyond it.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Black Heart and White Heart</image:title>
            <image:caption>On the occasion of his first and last interview with Cetywayo, Hadden got a hint of the reason. It happened thus. On the second morning after his arrival at the royal kraal, a messenger came to inform him that ldquo;the Elephant whose tread shook the earthrdquo; had signified that it was his pleasurenbsp;nbsp;to see him. Accordingly he was led through the thousands of huts and across the Great Place to the little enclosure where Cetywayo, a royal-looking Zulu seated on a stool, and wearing a kaross of leopard skins, was holding an indaba, or conference, surrounded by his counsellors. The Induna who had conducted him to the august presence went down upon his hands and knees, and, uttering the royal salute of Bayeacute;te, crawled forward to announce that the white man was waiting.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Brown Wolf and Other Jack London Stories</image:title>
            <image:caption>But they did not dispute her. There were the tips of Wolf s ears, obviously so severely frozen at some time that they would never quite heal again. Besides, he looked like the photographs of the Alaskan dogs they saw published in magazines and newspapers. They often speculated over his past, and tried to conjure up (from what they had read and heard) what his northland life had been. That the northland still drew him, they knew; for at night they sometimes heard him crying softly; and when the north wind blew and the bite of frost was in the air, a great restlessness would come upon him and he would lift a mournful lament which they knew to be the long wolf-howl. Yet he never barked. No provocation was great enough to draw from him that canine cry. Long discussion they had, during the time of winning him, as to whose dog he was. Each claimed him, and each proclaimed loudly any expression of affection made by him. But the man had the better of it at first, chiefly because he was a man. It was patent that Wolf had had no experience with women. He did not understand women. Madges skirts were something he never quite accepted. The swish of them was enough to set him a-bristle with suspicion, and on a windy day she could not approach him at all.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Buddhism in the Modern World</image:title>
            <image:caption>There are many books on Buddhism, and to produce a new one almost demands an apology. Yet most of them deal with the dead past, and Buddhism is a living religion which is showing remarkable powers of revival and adaptation. This is a movement of so great significance that I hope this small volume may prove of value, not only to missionaries but to all sympathetic students of a religion which has played an immense part in the worlds histor y, and which is still a dominant influence in the lives of scores of millions. During twelve years of somewhat intimate study of Buddhist countries I have found that while there is much that is degenerate there is much that is very noble, and the object of this little book is to estimate the living forces of the religion rather than to emphasise its weaknesses. It is at once more scientific and more worth while to look at the strong than at the weak points of a religion, and there is an increasing school of missionar y thought which believes in building the Christian Church of Asia upon the great foundations laid through so many centuries. Not only is it true that God has not left Himself without a witness amongst these peoples; it is even truer that during the long and on the whole noble histor y of the expansion of Buddhism His Spirit has been at work. I am convinced that any who really study this remarkable chapter in human history will come to this conclusion, if they have any belief whatsoever in a meaning in histor y and in a Divine Providence.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Bush Studies</image:title>
            <image:caption>The zigzag course of the railway brought the train again near to her, and this wayfarer stood and watched it tunnelling in the teeth of the wind. Whoof ! whoof ! its steaming breath hissed at her. She saw the rain spitting viciously at its red mouth. Its speed, as it passed, made her realize the tedious difficulties of her journey, and she quickened her pace. There was the silent tenseness that precedes a storm. From the branch of a tree overhead she heard a watchful mother-birds warning call, and the twitter of the disturbed nestlings. The tender care of this birdmother awoke memories of her childhood. What mattered the lonely darkness, when it led to mother. Her forebodings fled, and she faced the old track unheedingly, and ever and ever she smiled, as she foretasted their meeting.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Carmilla</image:title>
            <image:caption>We sat down on a rude bench, under a group of magnificent lime trees. The sun was setting with all its melancholy splendor behind the sylvan horizon, and the stream that flows beside our home, and passes under the steep old bridge I have mentioned, wound through many a group of noble trees, almost at our feet, reflecting in its current the fading crimson of the sky. General Spielsdorf s letter was so extraordinary, so vehement, and in some places so self- contradictory, that I read it twice over--the second time aloud to my father--and was still unable to account for it, except by supposing that grief had unsettled his mind. It said ldquo;I have lost my darling daughter, for as such I loved her. During the last days of dear Berthas illness I was not able to write to you.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Chance</image:title>
            <image:caption>From this point the conversation took a special turn relating exclusively to sea-life. On that subject he got quickly in touch with Marlow who in his time had followed the sea. They kept up a lively exchange of reminiscences while I listened. They agreed that the happiest time in their lives was as youngsters in good ships, with no care in the world but not to lose a watch below when at sea and not a moments time in going ashore after work hours when in harbour. They agreed also as to the proudest moment they had known in that calling which is never embraced on rational and practical grounds, because of the glamour of its romantic associations. It was the moment when they had passed successfully their first examination and left the seamanship Examiner with the little precious slip of blue paper in their hands.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Charmides</image:title>
            <image:caption>Now you know, my friend, that I cannot measure anything, and of the beautiful, I am simply such a measure as a white line is of chalk; for almost all young persons appear to be beautiful in my eyes. But at that moment, when I saw him coming in, I confess that I was quite astonished at his beauty and stature; all the world seemed to be enamoured of him; amazement and confusion reigned when he entered; and a troop of lovers followed him. That grown-up men like ourselves should have been affected in this way was not surprising, but I observed that there was the same feeling among the boys; all of them, down to the very least child, turned and looked at him, as if he had been a statue.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Children of the Frost</image:title>
            <image:caption>Avery Van Brunt, or, in full distinction, Professor A. Van Brunt of the Geological Survey, was second in command of the expedition, and first in command of the sub-expedition which he had led on a side tour of some half a thousand miles up one of the branches of the Thelon and which he was now leading into one of his unrecorded villages. At his back plodded eight men, two of them French-Canadian voyageurs, and the remainder strapping Crees from Manitoba-way. He, alone, was full-blooded Saxon, and his blood was pounding fiercely through his veins to the traditions of his race. Clive and Hastings, Drake and Raleigh, Hengest and Horsa, walked with him. First of all men of his breed was he to enter this lone Northland village, and at the thought an exultancy came upon him, an exaltation, and his followers noted that his legweariness fell from him and that he insensibly quickened the pace.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Chip of the Flying U</image:title>
            <image:caption>The ldquo;vigilantesrdquo; drew hastily out of the road and scudded out of sight down a gully as the creams lunged down the steep grade and across the shallow creek bed. Fortunately the great gate by the stable swung wide open and they galloped through and up the long slope to the house, coming more under control at every leap, till, by a supreme effort, Chip brought them, panting, to a stand before the porch where the Old Man stood boiling over with anxiety and excitement. James G. Whitmore was not a man who took things calmly; had he been a woman he would have been called fussy.
What inmdash;what was you making a race track out of the grade for,rdquo; he demanded, after he had bestowed a hasty kiss beside the nose of his sister.
Chip dropped a heavy trunk upon the porch and reached for the guitar before he answered.
I was just trying those new springs on the buggy.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Comus</image:title>
            <image:caption>Few poems have been more variously designated than Comus. Milton himself describes it simply as ldquo;A Maskrdquo;; by others it has been criticised and estimated as a lyrical drama, a drama in the epic style, a lyric poem in the form of a play, a phantasy, an allegory, a philosophical poem, a suite of speeches or majestic soliloquies, and even a didactic poem. Such variety in the description of the poem is explained partly by its complex charm and many-sided interest, and partly by the desire to describe it from that point of view which should best reconcile its literary form with what we know of the genius and powers of its author. Those who, like Dr. Johnson, have blamed it as a drama, have admired it ldquo;as a series of lines,rdquo; or as a lyric; one writer, who has found that its characters are nothing, its sentiments tedious, its story uninteresting, has nevertheless ldquo;doubted whether there will ever be any similar poem which gives so true a conception of the capacity and the dignity of the mind by which it was producedrdquo; (Bagehots Literary Studies). Some who have praised it as an allegory see in it a satire on the evils both of the Church and of the State, while others regard it as alluding to the vices of the Court alone.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Chronicles of Avonlea</image:title>
            <image:caption>He sat down in the big bulgy old armchair that had belonged to Theodoras father. Ludovic always sat there, and Anne declared that the chair had come to look like him.
The conversation soon grew animated enough. Ludovic was a good talker when he had somebody to draw him out. He was well read, and frequently surprised Anne by his shrewd comments on men and matters out in the world, of which only the faint echoes reached Deland River. He had also a liking for religious arguments with Theodora, who did not care much for politics or the making of history, but was avid of doctrines, and read everything pertaining thereto. When the conversation drifted into an eddy of friendly wrangling between Ludovic and Theodora over Christian Science, Anne understood that her usefulness was ended for the time being, and that she would not be missed.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Crito</image:title>
            <image:caption>Socrates is afraid that Crito is but pressing upon him the opinions of the many; whereas, all his life long he has followed the dictates of reason only and the opinion of the one wise or skilled man. There was a time when Crito himself had allowed the propriety of this. And although someone will say lsquo;the many can kill us, that makes no difference; but a good life, in other words, a just and honourable life, is alone to be valued. All considerations of loss of reputation or injury to his children should be dismissed: the only question is whether he would be right in attempting to escape. Crito, who is a disinterested person not having the fear of death before his eyes, shall answer this for him. Before he was condemned they had often held discussions, in which they agreed that no man should either do evil, or return evil for evil, or betray the right. Are these principles to be altered because the circumstances of Socrates are altered? Crito admits that they remain the same. Then is his escape consistent with the maintenance of them? To this Crito is unable or unwilling to reply.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Crimes and Punishments</image:title>
            <image:caption>No inconvenience that may arise from a strict observance of the letter of penal laws is to be compared with the inconveniences of subjecting them to interpretation. The momentary inconvenience in the former case involves, indeed, correcting the words of the law which are the cause of the uncertainty, a task both easy and necessary; but the fatal licence of arguing, the source of so many arbitrary and venal disputes, is thereby prevented. When a fixed code of laws, which must be observed to the letter, leaves to the judge no further trouble than to inquire into the actions of citizens and to decide on their conformity to the written law; when the standard of just and unjust, which should equally direct the actions of the ignorant citizen as of the philosophical one, is not a matter of controversy but of fact; then are people no longer subject to the petty tyrannies of many men, which are all the more cruel by reason of the smaller distance that separates the sufferer from the inflictor of suffering, and which are more pernicious than the tyrannies of a single man, inasmuch as the despotism of many is only curable by that of one, and a despots cruelty is proportioned, not to the power he possesses, but to the obstacles he encounters.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>De Profundis</image:title>
            <image:caption>I give to what one can touch, and look at. My gods dwell in temples made with hands; and within the circle of actual experience is my creed made perfect and complete: too complete, it may be, for like many or all of those who have placed their heaven in this earth, I have found in it not merely the beauty of heaven, but the horror of hell also. When I think about religion at all, I feel as if I would like to found an order for those who cannot believe: the Confraternity of the Faithless, one might call it, where on an altar, on which no taper burned, a priest, in whose heart peace had no dwelling, might celebrate with unblessed bread and a chalice empty of wine. Every thing to be true must become a religion. And agnosticism should have its ritual no less than faith. It has sown its martyrs, it should reap its saints, and praise God daily for having hidden Himself from man. But whether it be faith or agnosticism, it must be nothing external to me. Its symbols must be of my own creating. Only that is spiritual which makes its own form. If I may not find its secret within myself, I shall never find it: if I have not got it already, it will never come to me.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dawn</image:title>
            <image:caption>It was not the ghastly appearance of his mangled and blood-soaked countenance that made Philip recoil so sharply from the sight of his own handiwork--he had fought too often at school to be chicken-hearted about a little bloodshed; and, besides, he knew that his cousin was only knocked about, not really injured--but rather the intense and almost devilish malignity of the expression that hovered on the blurred features and in the half-closed eyes. But no attempt was made by George to translate the look into words, and indeed Philip felt that it was untranslatable. He also felt dimly that the hate and malice with which he was regarded by the individual at his feet was of a more concentrated and enduring character than most men have the power to originate. In the lurid light of that one glance he was able, though he was not very clever, to pierce the darkest recesses of his cousins heart, and to see his inmost thought, no longer through a veil, but face to face. And what he saw was sufficient to make the blood leave his ruddy cheek, and to fix his eyes into an expression of fear.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dear Brutus</image:title>
            <image:caption>JOANNA. That man--he suspects! (This is a very different JOANNA from the one who has so far flitted across our scene. It is also a different PURDIE. In company they seldom look at each other, though when the one does so the eyes of the other magnetically respond. We have seen them trivial, almost cynical, but now we are to greet them as they know they really are, the great strong- hearted man and his natural mate, in the grip of the master passion. For the moment LOBS words have unnerved JOANNA and it is JOHN PURDIEs dear privilege to soothe her.) PURDIE. No one minds Lob. My dear, oh my dear. JOANNA (faltering). Yes, but he saw you kiss my hand. Jack, if Mabel were to suspect! PURDIE (happily). There is nothing for her to suspect. JOANNA (eagerly). No, there isnt, is there? (She is desirous ever to be without a flaw.) Jack, I am not doing anything wrong, am I? PURDIE. You!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Death And Resurrection From The Point Of View Of The Cell-Theory</image:title>
            <image:caption>It was also in this conviction that the positive duty of burying the deceased originated. In order to bring rest to the soul in the subterranean dwelling that fitted its new existence, it was necessary that the body, to which, in some way or another, it still clung, should be covered with earth. The soul, denied a grave, had no dwelling. Drifting about, it sought in vain the desired rest after lifes fitful struggle. Without shelter, without offerings or food, it was condemned to everlasting wandering. Therefore, because the deceased was unhappy, he became illnatured. He tormented the living; sent them diseases; destroyed their harvests; haunted them in uncanny visions in order to remind them of their duty to bury the body and thereby secure peace for himself.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Death Comes for the Archbishop</image:title>
            <image:caption>The traveller dismounted, drew from his pocket a much worn book, and baring his head, knelt at the foot of the cruciform tree.
Under his buckskin riding-coat he wore a black vest and the cravat and collar of a churchman. A young priest, at his devotions; and a priest in a thousand, one knew at a glance. His bowed head was not that of an ordinary man, it was built for the seat of a fine intelligence. His brow was open, generous, reflective, his features handsome and somewhat severe. There was a singular elegance about the hands below the fringed cuffs of the buckskin jacket. Everything showed him to be a man of gentle birth brave, sensitive, courteous. His manners, even when he was alone in the desert, were distinguished. He had a kind of courtesy toward himself, toward his beasts, toward the juniper tree before which he knelt, and the God whom he was addressing.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Death in the Woods and Other Stories</image:title>
            <image:caption>She married Jake and had a son and daughter, but the daughter died. Then she settled down to feed stock. That was her job. At the Germans place she had cooked the food for the German and his wife. The wife was a strong woman with big hips and worked most of the time in the fields with her husband. She fed them and fed the cows in the barn, fed the pigs, the horses and the chickens. Every moment of every day, as a young girl, was spent feeding something.
Then she married Jake Grimes and he had to be fed. She was a slight thing, and when she had been married for three or four years, and after the two children were born, her slender shoulders became stooped.
Jake always had a lot of big dogs around the house, that stood near the unused sawmill near the creek. He was always trading horses when he wasnt stealing something and had a lot of poor bony ones about. Also he kept three or four pigs and a cow. They were all pastured in the few acres left of the Grimes place and Jake did little enough workg.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Death of a Celebrity</image:title>
            <image:caption>Miss Gail Garrett, accompanied by her elderly maid, Catherine, was on her way to dinner at Gavin Dordress. She was appearing in Robert Greenfields play. White Orchids, at the time, and the party had been arranged for Sunday night to suit her convenience. She had not the expression of one who is looking forward to a good time. In the seclusion of the car her beautiful face was tense and stormy. When the cab stopped, she saw several men with square boxes hanging around the apartment house door, and she hesitated before getting out. ldquo;Press photographers? Who do you suppose tipped them off ? Gavin wouldnt.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dede Korkut Hikayeleri</image:title>
            <image:caption>Bir gün Ulaş oğlu Kazan Bey yerinden kalkmıştı. Kara yerin üzerine otağlarını diktirmişti. Bin yerde ipek halıcığı dÖşenmişti. Alaca gÖlgeliği gÖkyüzüne yükselmişti. Altın kadehler, sürahiler dizilmişti. Dokuz kara gÖzlü, Örme saçlı, elleri bileğinden kınalı, parmakları süslü, boyunları birer karış kafir kızları al şarabı altın kadeh ile kudretli Oğuz beylerine gezdiriyorlardı. Her birinden Ulaş oğlu Salur Kazan içmişti. Elbise, kaftan, çadır, otağ bağışlıyordu, katar katar develer bağışlıyordu. Oğlu Uruz karşısında yaya dayanıp duruyordu. Sağ yanında kardeşi Kara GÖne oturmuştu. Sol yanında dayısı Aruz oturmuştu. Kazan sağma baktı kah kah güldü. Soluna baktı çok sevindi. Karşısına baktı oğlancığını, Uruzu gÖrdü, elini eline çaldı ağladı. Oğlu Uruza bu iş hoş gelmedi. İleri geldi, diz çÖktü, babasına çağırıp sÖyler, gÖrelim hanım ne sÖyler.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Demdeme</image:title>
            <image:caption>Yedi kapılı Teb şehrini kuran kim? Kitaplar yalnız kralların adını yazar. Yoksa kayaları taşıyan krallar mı? Bir de Babil varmış boyuna yıkılan, kim yapmış Babili her seferinde? Yapı işçileri hangi evinde oturmuşlar altınlar içinde yüzen Limanın? Ne oldular dersin duvarcılar çin Seddi bitince? Yüce Romada zafer anıtı ne kadar çok! Kimlerdir acaba bu anıtları dikenler? Sezar kimleri yendi de kazandı bu zaferleri? Yok muydu saraylardan başka oturacak yer dillere destan olmuş koca Bizansta? Atlantikte, o masallar ülkesinde bile, boğulurken insanlar uluyan denizde bir gece yarısı, bağırıp imdat istedilerdi kÖlelerinden Hindistanı nasıl aldıydı tüysüz İskender?</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Der Weihnachtsabend</image:title>
            <image:caption>Marley war tot, damit wollen wir anfangen. Ein Zweifel darüber kann nicht stattfinden. Der Schein über seine Bestattung wurde von dem Geistlichen, dem Küster, dem Leichenbesorger und den vornehmsten Leidtragenden unterschrieben. Scrooge unterschrieb ihn und Scrooges Name wurde auf der BÖrse respektiert, wo er ihn nur hinschrieb. ThDer alte Marley war so tot wie ein Thürnagel. Merkt wohl auf! Ich will nicht etwa sagen, daszlig; ein ThThürnagel etwas besonders Totes für mich hauml;tte. Ich selbst mÖchte fast zu der Meinung geneigt sein, ein Sargnagel sei das toteste Stück Eisenwerk auf der Welt. Aber die Weisheit unsrer Altvordern liegt in dem Gleichnisse und meine unheiligen Hauml;nde sollen sie dort nicht stÖren, sonst wauml;re es um das Vaterland geschehen. Man wird mir daher erlauben, mit besonderem Nachdruck zu Thwiederholen, daszlig; Marley so tot wie ein Thürnagel war.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dr. Nikola&apos;s Experiment</image:title>
            <image:caption>The door was opened to me by the same faithful housekeeper who had proved herself such a ministering angel on the previous occasion. She greeted me as an old friend, but with a greater respect than she had shown when we had last talked together. This did not prevent her, however, from casting a scrutinising eye over me, as much as to say, ldquo;You look a bit more respectable, my lad, but your coat is very faded at the seams, your collar is frayed at the edge, and you sniff the smell of dinner as if you have not had a decent meal for longer than you care to think aboutrdquo;; all of which, had she put it into so many words, would have been perfectly true.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dream Psychology</image:title>
            <image:caption>The conversion of the latent dream thoughts into those manifest deserves our close study as the first known example of the transformation of psychical stuff from one mode of expression into another. From a mode of expression which, moreover, is readily intelligible into another which we can only penetrate by effort and with guidance, although this new mode must be equally reckoned as an effort of our own psychical activity. From the standpoint of the relationship of latent to manifest dream-content, dreams can be divided into three classes. We can, in the first place, distinguish those dreams which have a meaning and are, at the same time, intelligible, which allow us to penetrate into our psychical life without further ado. Such dreams are numerous; they are usually short, and, as a general rule, do not seem very noticeable, because everything remarkable or exciting surprise is absent. Their occurrence is, moreover, a strong argument against the doctrine which derives the dream from the isolated activity of certain cortical elements. All signs of a lowered or subdivided psychical activity are wanting. Yet we never raise any objection to characterizing them as dreams, nor do we confound them with the products of our waking life.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dubliners</image:title>
            <image:caption>The dinner was excellent, exquisite. Seacute;gouin, Jimmy decided, had a very refined taste. The party was increased by a young Englishman named Routh whom Jimmy had seen with Seacute;gouin at Cambridge. The young men supped in a snug room lit by electric candle-lamps. They talked volubly and with little reserve. Jimmy, whose imagination was kindling, conceived the lively youth of the Frenchmen twined elegantly upon the firm framework of the Englishmans manner. A graceful image of his, he thought, and a just one. He admired the dexterity with which their host directed the conversation. The five young men had various tastes and their tongues had been loosened. Villona, with immense respect, began to discover to the mildly surprised Englishman the beauties of the English madrigal, deploring the loss of old instruments. Riviegrave;re, not wholly ingenuously, undertook to explain to Jimmy the triumph of the French mechanicians.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dutch Courage and Other Stories</image:title>
            <image:caption>Success vindicated Guss contention. The second time, just as it seemed as if his slide would be repeated, he made a last supreme effort and gripped the coveted peg. By means of the rope, Hazard quickly joined him. The next peg was nearly sixty feet away; but for nearly half that distance the base of some glacier in the forgotten past had ground a shallow furrow. Taking advantage of this, it was easy for Gus to lasso the eye-bolt. And it seemed, as was really the case, that the hardest part of the task was over. True, the curve steepened to nearly sixty degrees above them, but a comparatively unbroken line of eye-bolts, six feet apart, awaited the lads. They no longer had even to use the lasso. Standing on one peg it was childs play to throw the bight of the rope over the next and to draw themselves up to it.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Easy to Kill</image:title>
            <image:caption>We were thoroughly familiar with the plan of the house. We ran directly into Mr. Van Tassels study, and through it into his bedroom. Every detail of that picture is bitten on my memorymdash;the luxurious old fashioned room; the heavy carved bedstead, covers neatly turned down, awaiting its occupant; Dickerman crying and wringing his hands together; Crider beating on a further door with a small, heavy chair. The legs of the chair had broken off. Criders face was crimson with his efforts, and his dress coat had split right down the back. As we entered, the door went in. There was a bathroom beyond. I saw immediately that the window was open and the screen raised. A narrow window, but wide enough to admit the body of a man.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Edinburgh</image:title>
            <image:caption>The ancient and famous metropolis of the North sits overlooking a windy estuary from the slope and summit of three hills. No situation could be more commanding for the head city of a kingdom; none better chosen for noble prospects. From her tall precipice and terraced gardens she looks far and wide on the sea and broad champaigns. To the east you may catch at sunset the spark of the May lighthouse, where the Firth expands into the German Ocean; and away to the west, over all the carse of Stirling, you can see the first snows upon Ben Ledi.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Editorial Wild Oats</image:title>
            <image:caption>I was a very smart child at the age of thirteen--an unusually smart child, I thought at the time. It was then that I did my first newspaper scribbling, and most unexpectedly to me it stirred up a fine sensation in the community. It did, indeed, and I was very proud of it, too. I was a printers ldquo;devil,rdquo; and a progressive and aspiring one. My uncle had me on his paper (the Weekly Hannibal Journal, two dollars a year, in advance-- five hundred subscribers, and they paid in cord-wood, cabbages, and unmarketable turnips), and on a lucky summers day he left town to be gone a week, and asked me if I thought I could edit one issue of the paper judiciously. Ah! didnt I want to try! Higgins was the editor on the rival paper. He had lately been jilted, and one night a friend found an open note on the poor fellows bed, in which he stated that he could no longer endure life and had drowned himself in Bear Creek. The friend ran down there and discovered Higgins wading back to shore.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Eight Hundred Leagues on the Amazon</image:title>
            <image:caption>He was a man of about thirty years of age, on whom the fatigues of a precarious existence seemed, thanks to an exceptional temperament and an iron constitution, to have had no effect. Of middle height, broad shoulders, regular features, and decided gait, his face was tanned with the scorching air of the tropics. He had a thick black beard, and eyes lost under contracting eyebrows, giving that swift but hard glance so characteristic of insolent natures. Clothed as backwoodsmen are generally clothed, not over elaborately, his garments bore witness to long and roughish wear. On his head, stuck jauntily on one side, was a leather hat with a large brim. Trousers he had of coarse wool, which were tucked into the tops of the thick, heavy boots which formed the most substantial part of his attire, and over all, and hiding all, was a faded yellowish poncho.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Emily Fox-Seton</image:title>
            <image:caption>It was a good-natured thing done by one of her patrons who liked her, which made her so radiant as she walked through the mud this morning. She was inordinately fond of the country, and having had what she called ldquo;a bad winter,rdquo; she had not seen the remotest chance of getting out of town at all during the summer months. The weather was beginning to be unusually hot, and her small red room, which seemed so cosy in winter, was shut in by a high wall from all chance of breezes. Occasionally she lay and panted a little in her cot, and felt that when all the private omnibuses, loaded with trunks and servants, had rattled away and deposited their burdens at the various stations, life in town would be rather lonely. Every one she knew would have gone somewhere, and Mortimer Street in August was a melancholy thing.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>End of the Tether</image:title>
            <image:caption>For a long time after the course of the steamer Sofala had been altered for the land, the low swampy coast had retained its appearance of a mere smudge of darkness beyond a belt of glitter. The sunrays seemed to fall violently upon the calm sea--seemed to shatter themselves upon an adamantine surface into sparkling dust, into a dazzling vapor of light that blinded the eye and wearied the brain with its unsteady brightness.
Captain Whalley did not look at it. When his Serang, approaching the roomy cane arm-chair which he filled capably, had informed him in a low voice that the course was to be altered, he had risen at once and had remained on his feet, face forward, while the head of his ship swung through a quarter of a circle. He had not uttered a single word, not even the word to steady the helm. It was the Serang, an elderly, alert, little Malay, with a very dark skin, who murmured the order to the helmsman. And then slowly Captain Whalley sat down again in the arm-chair on the bridge and fixed his eyes on the deck between his feet.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Esmeralda</image:title>
            <image:caption>To begin, I am a Frenchman, a teacher of languages, and a poor man,--necessarily a poor man, as the great world would say, or I should not be a teacher of languages, and my wife a copyist of great pictures, selling her copies at small prices. In our own eyes, it is true, we are not so poor--my Cleacute;lie and I. Looking back upon our past we congratulate ourselves upon our prosperous condition. There was a time when we were poorer than we are now, and were not together, and were, moreover, in London instead of in Paris. These were indeed calamities: to be poor, to teach, to live apart, not even knowing each other--and in England! In England we spent years; we instructed imbeciles of all grades; we were chilled by east winds, and tortured by influenza; we vainly strove to conciliate the appalling English; we were discouraged and desolate. But this, thank le bon Dieu! is past. We are united; we have our little apartment--upon the fifth floor, it is true, but still not hopelessly far from the Champs Elyseacute;es. Cleacute;lie paints her little pictures, or copies those of some greater artist, and finds sale for them. She is not a great artist herself, and is charmingly conscious of the fact.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Essays and Lectures</image:title>
            <image:caption>Historical criticism nowhere occurs as an isolated fact in the cildquo;civilisation or literature of any people. It is part of that complex working vilisation towards freedom which may be described as the revolt against authority. It is merely one facet of that speculative spirit of an innovation, which in the sphere of action produces democracy and revolution, and in that of thousphere thought is the parent of philosophy and physical science; and its importance as ght a factor of progress is based not so much on the results it attains, as on the tone of thought which it represents, and the method by which it works.
Being thus the resultant of forces essentially revolutionary, it is not to be found in the ancient world among the materiit material despotisms of Asia or the stationary civilisation of Egypt. al The clay cylinders of Assyria and Babylon, the hieroglyphics of the pyramids, form not history but the material for history.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Essays of Robert Louis Stevenson</image:title>
            <image:caption>Robert Louis Stevenson was born at Edinburgh on the 13 November 1850. His father, Thomas, and his grandfather, Robert, were both distinguished lighthouse engineers; and the maternal grandfather, Balfour, was a Professor of Moral Philosophy, who lived to be ninety years old. There was, therefore, a combination of Lux et Veritas in the blood of young Louis Stevenson, which in Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde took the form of a luminous portrayal of a great moral idea. In the language of Pope, Stevensons life was a long disease. Even as a child, his weak lungs caused great anxiety to all the family except himself; but although Death loves a shining mark, it took over forty years of continuous practice for the grim archer to send the black arrow home. It is perhaps fortunate for English literature that his health was no better; for the boy craved an active life, and would doubtless have become an engineer. He made a brave attempt to pursue this calling, but it was soon evident that his constitution made it impossible.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Essays of Travel</image:title>
            <image:caption>A turn of the market may be a calamity as disastrous as the French retreat from Moscow; but it hardly lends itself to lively treatment, and makes a trifling figure in the morning papers. We may struggle as we please, we are not born economists. The individual is more affecting than the mass. It is by the scenic accidents, and the appeal to the carnal eye, that for the most part we grasp the significance of tragedies. Thus it was only now, when I found myself involved in the rout, that I began to appreciate how sharp had been the battle. We were a company of the rejected; the drunken, the incompetent, the weak, the prodigal, all who had been unable to prevail against circumstances in the one land, were now fleeing pitifully to another; and though one or two might still succeed, all had already failed. We were a shipful of failures, the broken men of England. Yet it must not be supposed that these people exhibited depression. The scene, on the contrary, was cheerful. Not a tear was shed on board the vessel. All were full of hope for the future, and showed an inclination to innocent gaiety. Some were heard to sing, and all began to scrape acquaintance with small jests and ready laughter.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Essays on Paul Bourget</image:title>
            <image:caption>He reports the American joke correctly. In Boston they ask, How much does he know? in New York, How much is he worth? in Philadelphia, Who were his parents? And when an alien observer turns his telescope upon us--advertisedly in our own special interest--a natural apprehension moves us to ask, What is the diameter of his reflector?
I take a great interest in M. Bourgets chapters, for I know by the newspapers that there are several Americans who are expecting to get a whole education out of them; several who foresaw, and also foretold, that our long night was over, and a light almost divine about to break upon the land.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Euthydemus</image:title>
            <image:caption>Socrates: In less than no time you shall hear; for I cannot say that I did not attend--I paid great attention to them, and I remember and will endeavour to repeat the whole story. Providentially I was sitting alone in the dressing-room of the Lyceum where you saw me, and was about to depart; when I was getting up I recognized the familiar divine sign: so I sat down again, and in a little while the two brothers Euthydemus and Dionysodorus came in, and several others with them, whom I believe to be their disciples, and they walked about in the covered court; they had not taken more than two or three turns when Cleinias entered, who, as you truly say, is very much improved: he was followed by a host of lovers, one of whom was Ctesippus the Paeanian, a well-bred youth, but also having the wildness of youth. Cleinias saw me from the entrance as I was sitting alone, and at once came and sat down on the right hand of me, as you describe; and Dionysodorus and Euthydemus, when they saw him, at first stopped and talked with one another, now and then glancing at us, for I particularly watched them; and then Euthydemus came and sat down by the youth, and the other by me on the left hand; the rest anywhere.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Eve&apos;s Diary Complete</image:title>
            <image:caption>Stars are good, too. I wish I could get some to put in my hair. But I suppose I never can. You would be surprised to find how far off they are, for they do not look it. When they first showed, last night, I tried to knock some down with a pole, but it didnt reach, which astonished me; then I tried clods till I was all tired out, but I never got one. It was because I am left-handed and cannot throw good. Even when I aimed at the one I wasnt after I couldnt hit the other one, though I did make some close shots, for I saw the black blot of the clod sail right into the midst of the golden clusters forty or fifty times, just barely missing them, and if I could have held out a little longer maybe I could have got one.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Fables</image:title>
            <image:caption>There was a bay upon that island, a very fair bay to look upon; but, by the native saying, it was death to bathe there. ldquo;There is nothing in that,rdquo; said the missionary; and he came to the bay, and went swimming. Presently an eddy took him and bore him towards the reef. ldquo;Oho!rdquo; thought the missionary, ldquo;it seems there is something in it after all.rdquo; And he swam the harder, but the eddy carried him away. ldquo;I do not care about this eddy,rdquo; said the missionary; and even as he said it, he was aware of a house raised on piles above the sea; it was built of yellow reeds, one reed joined with another, and the whole bound with black sinnet; a ladder led to the door, and all about the house hung calabashes. He had never seen such a house, nor yet such calabashes; and the eddy set for the ladder. ldquo;This is singular,rdquo; said the missionary, ldquo;but there can be nothing in it.rdquo; And he laid hold of the ladder and went up. It was a fine house; but there was no man there; and when the missionary looked back he saw no island, only the heaving of the sea. ldquo;It is strange about the island,rdquo; said the missionary, ldquo;but whos afraid? my stories are the true ones.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Falk</image:title>
            <image:caption>That flavour of salt-water which for so many of us had been the very water of life permeated our talk. He who hath known the bitterness of the Ocean shall have its taste forever in his mouth. But one or two of us, pampered by the life of the land, complained of hunger. It was impossible to swallow any of that stuff. And indeed there was a strange mustiness in everything. The wooden dining-room stuck out over the mud of the shore like a lacustrine dwelling; the planks of the floor seemed rotten; a decrepit old waiter tottered pathetically to and fro before an antediluvian and worm-eaten sideboard; the chipped plates might have been disinterred from some kitchen midden near an inhabited lake; and the chops recalled times more ancient still. They brought forcibly to ones mind the night of ages when the primeval man, evolving the first rudiments of cookery from his dim consciousness, scorched lumps of flesh at a fire of sticks in the company of other good fellows; then, gorged and happy, sat him back among the gnawed bones to tell his artless tales of experience--the tales of hunger and hunt--and of women, perhaps!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Farawell Nikola</image:title>
            <image:caption>It was after the last of these victories that he married the beautiful daughter of the Duke of Levano, one of the most bitter enemies of the Council of Ten. The husband being rich, famous, and still young enough to be admired for his personal attractions; the bride one of the wealthiest, as well as one of the most beautiful women in the Republic, it appeared as if all must be well with them for the remainder of their lives.A series of dazzling fetes, to which all the noblest and most distinguished of the city were invited, celebrated their nuptials and their possession of this house. Yet with it all the woman was perhaps the most unhappy individual in the universe. Unknown to her husband and her father she had long since given her love elsewhere; she was passionately attached to young Andrea Bunopelli, the man by whom the frescoes of this room were painted.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Father Sergius</image:title>
            <image:caption>Success vindicated Guss contention. The second time, just as it seemed as if his slide would be repeated, he made a last supreme effort and gripped the coveted peg. By means of the rope, Hazard quickly joined him. The next peg was nearly sixty feet away; but for nearly half that distance the base of some glacier in the forgotten past had ground a shallow furrow. Taking advantage of this, it was easy for Gus to lasso the eye-bolt. And it seemed, as was really the case, that the hardest part of the task was over. True, the curve steepened to nearly sixty degrees above them, but a comparatively unbroken line of eye-bolts, six feet apart, awaited the lads. They no longer had even to use the lasso. Standing on one peg it was childs play to throw the bight of the rope over the next and to draw themselves up to it.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Fellow Townsmen</image:title>
            <image:caption>He rose with a sudden rebelliousness, put on his hat and coat, and went out of the house, pursuing his way along the glistening pavement while eight oclock was striking from St. Marys tower, and the apprentices and shopmen were slamming up the shutters from end to end of the town. In two minutes only those shops which could boast of no attendant save the master or the mistress remained with open eyes. These were ever somewhat less prompt to exclude customers than the others: for their owners ears the closing hour had scarcely the cheerfulness that it possessed for the hired servants of the rest. Yet the night being dreary thedelay was not for long, and their windows, too, blinked together one by one.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>First and Last Things</image:title>
            <image:caption>First and Last Things</image:caption>
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            <image:title>First Russia Then Tibet</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;In the last century, the rise of an intellectual class gave mouth and power to this Russo-Messianic concept of collective uplift. At the same time there arrived from the West the new industrial idea of a purely physical universe ruled by a God who was nothing more than a chemist-engineer. Such an idea, reacting on the pervasive mysticism of Orthodoxy and the fantastic sects that had sprouted from so fertile a soil, produced a philosophic vacuum, a kind of mystic nothingness, which was elaborated into a system by Bakunin (1814-76) under the name of Nihilism.Then began the classic era of sacrificial plotters, whose dramatic assassinations attracted the attention of the outside world. It was complacently imagined by their liberal sympathizers in other countries that the murderers, if slightly misguided in their methods, were inspired by the desire to free their country from a brutal autocracy. Even to-day this idea is ingeniously fostered in the minds of foreign tourists by the transformation of the fortress of Peter and Paul, where the chief rebels were confined, into a museum for the display of Tsarist atrocity.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Five Months at Anzac</image:title>
            <image:caption>Our troops were ascending the hills through a dwarf scrub, just low enough to let us see the mens heads, though sometimes we could only locate them by the glint of the bayonets in the sunshine. Everywhere they were pushing on in extended order, but many falling. The Turks appeared to have the range pretty accurately.
About mid-day our men seemed to be held up, the Turkish shrapnel appearing to be too much for them. It was now that there occurred what I think one of the finest incidents of the campaign. This was the landing of the Australian Artillery.
They got two of their guns ashore, and over very rough country dragged them up the hills with what looked like a hundred men to each. Up they went, through a wheat-field, covered and plastered with shrapnel, but with never a stop until the crest of the hill on the right was reached. Very little time was wasted in getting into action, and from this time it became evident that we were there to stay.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Flower Fables</image:title>
            <image:caption>The summer moon shone brightly down upon the sleeping earth, while far away from mortal eyes danced the Fairy folk. Fire-flies hung in bright clusters on the dewy leaves, that waved in the cool night-wind; and the flowers stood gazing, in very wonder, at the little Elves, who lay among the fern-leaves, swung in the vine-boughs, sailed on the lake in lily cups, or danced on the mossy ground, to the music of the harebells, who rung out their merriest peal in honor of the night. Under the shade of a wild rose sat the Queen and her little Maids of Honor, beside the silvery mushroom where the feast was spread. ldquo;Now, my friends,rdquo; said she, ldquo;to wile away the time till the bright moon goes down, let us each tell a tale, or relate what we have done or learned this day. I will begin with you, Sunny Lock,rdquo; added she, turning to a lovely little Elf, who lay among the fragrant leaves of a primrose.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Flying U Ranch</image:title>
            <image:caption>Miguel wore the hatband, the crimson kerchief tied loosely with the point draped over his chest, the stamped leather cuffs and the tan boots with the highest heels ever built by the cobbler craft. Also, the lower half of him was incased in chaps the like of which had never before been brought into Flying U coulee. Black Angora chaps they were; long-haired, crinkly to the very hide, with three white, diamond-shaped patches running down each leg of them, and with the leather waistband stamped elaborately to match the cuffs. The bands of his spurs were two inches wide and inlaid to the edge with beaten silver, and each concho was engraved to represent a large, wild rose, with a golden center. A dollar laid upon the rowels would have left a fringe of prongs all around.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Fool&apos;s Goal</image:title>
            <image:caption>I want to see and feel and know the West. All my life Ive watched trains of cattle unloaded here at the yards; now Im going to see where they all come from. I know quite a few Westerners too; men that have come in with the cattle. Theyre different from any one here, but I dont know whynbsp;nbsp;they should bemdash; barring certain colloquialisms born of their trade.It was all right for Dad to sit in an office and count cattle by car-loads, but Ive got to watch lsquo;em grow. And money will talk, when Im ready to have it speak. It isnt such a wild notion, when you consider the kind of men Ill be dealing with. A few thousands in cash will look a heap bigger than a check for the same amount. Imdash;why, Id take gold coin if I could carry it.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>For The Term Of His Natural Life</image:title>
            <image:caption>Seven classes of criminals were established in 1826, when the new barracks for prisoners at Hobart Town were finished. The first class were allowed to sleep out of barracks, and to work for themselves on Saturday; the second had only the lastnamed indulgence; the third were only allowed Saturday afternoon; the fourth and fifth were ldquo;refractory and disorderly characters to work in irons;rdquo; the sixth were ldquo;men of the most degraded and incorrigible character to be worked in irons, and kept entirely separate from the other prisoners;rdquo; while the seventh were the refuse of this refuse the murderers, bandits, and villains, whom neither chain nor lash could tame. They were regarded as socially dead, and shipped to Hells Gates, or Maria Island. Hells Gates was the most dreaded of all these houses of bondage. The discipline at the place was so severe, and the life so terrible, that prisoners would risk all to escape from it. In one year, of eighty-five deaths there, only thirty were from natural causes; of the remaining dead, twenty-seven were drowned, eight killed accidentally, three shot by the soldiers, and twelve murdered by their comrades.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Forbidden Fruit Luscious and Exciting Story and More Forbidden Fruit or Master Percys Progress in a</image:title>
            <image:caption>ldquo;What a grip she kept on me! Something inside of her caressed the head of my instrument, and the contractions of that moist warm chink seemed to increase every moment. The folds of her adorable vagina worked up and down on my delighted pintle in a truly marvellous manner, and for the rest of my life I have never had experience of a woman so gifted as she was in that way. I was quite painfully stiff, she excited me so, and almost before I had realised all that had happened to me, the flood came again, and this time I could feel she was also gushing out love juice in response to mine; a kind of rage possessed me, I wanted to kill her by thrusting my instrument as savagely as possible, but the more I did so, the more vehement her motions became. She heaved up her bottom in desperate plunges to meet every thrust, and but for clinging very tightly round each others waists she must have thrown me off.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Gaspar Ruiz</image:title>
            <image:caption>Gaspar Ruiz, however, was not a deserter; his mind was hardly active enough to take a discriminating view of the advantages or perils of treachery. Why should he change sides? He had really been made a prisoner, had suffered ill-usage and many privations. Neither side showed tenderness to its adversaries. There came a day when he was ordered, together with some other captured rebels, to march in the front rank of the Royal troops. A musket, had been thrust into his hands. He had taken it. He had marched. He did not want to be killed with circumstances of peculiar atrocity for refusing to march. He did not understand heroism, but it was his intention to throw his musket away at the first opportunity. Meantime he had gone on loading and firing, from fear of having his brains blown out, at the first sign of unwillingness, by some noncommissioned officer of the King of Spain. He tried to set forth these elementary considerations before the sergeant of the guard set over him and some twenty other such deserters, who had been condemned summarily to be shot.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>George Bernard Shaw</image:title>
            <image:caption>The English public has commonly professed, with a kind of pride, that it cannot understand Mr. Bernard Shaw. There are many reasons for it which ought to be adequately considered in such a book as this. But the first and most obvious reason is the mere statement that George Bernard Shaw was born in Dublin in 1856. At least one reason why Englishmen cannot understand Mr. Shaw is that Englishmen have never taken the trouble to understand Irishmen. They will sometimes be generous to Ireland; but never just to Ireland. They will speak to Ireland; they will speak for Ireland; but they will not hear Ireland speak. All the real amiability which most Englishmen undoubtedly feel towards Irishmen is lavished upon a class of Irishmen which unfortunately does not exist. The Irishman of the English farce, with his brogue, his buoyancy, and his tender-hearted irresponsibility, is a man who ought to have been thoroughly pampered with praise and sympathy, if he had only existed to receive them.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Glinda of Oz</image:title>
            <image:caption>Glinda, the good Sorceress of Oz, sat in the grand court of her palace, surrounded by her maids of honor- -a hundred of the most beautiful girls of the Fairyland of Oz. The palace court was built of rare marbles, exquisitely polished. Fountains tinkled musically here and there; the vast colonnade, open to the south, allowed the maidens, as they raised their heads from their embroideries, to gaze upon a vista of rose-hued fields and groves of trees bearing fruits or laden with sweet-scented flowers. At times one of the girls would start a song, the others joining in the chorus, or one would rise and dance, gracefully swaying to the music of a harp played by a companion. And then Glindanbsp;smiled, glad to see her maids mixing play with work.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>God The Invisible King</image:title>
            <image:caption>Perhaps all religions, unless the flaming onset of Mohammedanism be an exception, have dawned imperceptibly upon the world. A little while ago and the thing was not; and then suddenly it has been found in existence, and already in a state of diffusion. People have begun to hear of the new belief first here and then there. It is interesting, for example, to trace how Christianity drifted into the consciousness of the Roman world. But when a religion has been interrogated it has always had hitherto a tale of beginnings, the name and story of a founder. The renascent religion that is now taking shape, it seems, had no founder; it points to no origins. It is the Truth, its believers declare; it has always been here; it has always been visible to those who had eyes to see. It is perhaps plainer than it was and to more people--that is all.nbsp;It is as if it still did not realise its own difference. Many of those who hold it still think of it as if it were a kind of Christianity.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Greenmantle</image:title>
            <image:caption>Near the same tree two more bundles of acute angles sat with their legs drawn up. One, with his chin propped on his knees, stared at nothing, in an intolerable and appalling manner: his brother phantom rested its forehead, as if overcome with a great weariness; and all about others were scattered in every pose of contorted collapse, as in some picture of a massacre or a pestilence.While I stood horror-struck, one of these creatures rose to his hands and knees, and went off on all-fours towards the river to drink. He lapped out of his hand, then sat up in the sunlight, crossing his shins in front of him, and after a time let his woolly head fall on his breastbone.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Grimms&apos; Fairy Tales</image:title>
            <image:caption>There was once an old castle, that stood in the middle of a deep gloomy wood, and in the castle lived an old fairy. Now this fairy could take any shape she pleased. All the day long she flew about in the form of an owl, or crept about the country like a cat; but at night she always became an old woman again. When any young man came within a hundred paces of her castle, he became quite fixed, and could not move a step till she came and set him free; which she would not do till he had given her his word never to come there again: but when any pretty maiden came within that space she was changed into a bird, and the fairy put her into a cage, and hung her up in a chamber in the castle. There were seven hundred of these cages hanging in the castle, and all with beautiful birds in them.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Harem</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ömer Seyfettin, yazı ve Öyküleriyle dilde sadeleşme hareketinin Öncülüğünü yaparak yeni bir edebiyat akımının oluşumunu sağlayıp, Türk Öykücülüğünde kısa Öykü türünün dil, anlatım tekniği ile tematik yÖnden ilk Özgün Örneklerini vermiştir.Aynı zamanda ulusal edebiyat akımını başlatan yazarlardan olan Ömer Seyfettin 28 Şubat 1884‟te GÖnen‟de doğdu. Babası, Kafkasya Türklerinden yüzbaşı Ömer Şevki Beydir. Öğrenimine, dÖrt yaşında iken, GÖnen Mahalle Mektebi‟nde başladı. Ailesiyle birlikte İstanbul‟a gelince (1892), ilkÖğrenimini Özel bir okul olan Aksaray‟daki Mekteb-i Osmani‟de sürdürdü.Babasının isteği üzerine, Eyüp baytar Rüştiyesi‟nin subay çocuklarına Özgü bÖlümüne yatılı olarak yazıldı (1893). Buradaki eğitiminden sonra (1896), Edirne Askeri İdadisi‟ni (1900) ve İstanbul Mekteb-i Harbiye‟yi bitirdi. 22 Ağustos 1903‟te piyade teğmeni rütbesiyle mezun oldu. Merkezi Selanik‟te bulunan 3. Ordu‟nun İzmir Redif Tümeni‟ne, daha sonra da Kuşadası Redif Taburu‟na atandı (1903-1906).</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Gulliver&apos;s Travels</image:title>
            <image:caption>I had been for some hours extremely pressed by the necessities of nature; which was no wonder, it being almost two days since I had last disburdened myself. I was under great difficulties between urgency and shame. The best expedient I could think of, was to creep into my house, which I accordingly did; and shutting the gate after me, I went as far as the length of my chain would suffer, and discharged my body of that uneasy load. But this was the only time I was ever guilty of so uncleanly an action; for which I cannot but hope the candid reader will give some allowance, after he has maturely and impartially considered my case, and the distress I was in. From this time my constant practice was, as soon as I rose, to perform that business in open air, at the full extent of my chain; and due care was taken every morning before company came, that the offensive matter should be carried off in wheel-barrows, by two servants appointed for that purpose. I would not have dwelt so long upon a circumstance that, perhaps, at first sight, may appear not very momentous, if I had not thought it necessary to justify my character, in point of cleanliness, to the world; which, I am told, some of my maligners have been pleased, upon this and other occasions, to call in question.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Heart of Darkness</image:title>
            <image:caption>Near the same tree two more bundles of acute angles sat with their legs drawn up. One, with his chin propped on his knees, stared at nothing, in an intolerable and appalling manner: his brother phantom rested its forehead, as if overcome with a great weariness; and all about others were scattered in every pose of contorted collapse, as in some picture of a massacre or a pestilence. While I stood horror-struck, one of these creatures rose to his hands and knees, and went off on all-fours towards the river to drink. He lapped out of his hand, then sat up in the sunlight, crossing his shins in front of him, and after a time let his woolly head fall on his breastbone.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Heidi</image:title>
            <image:caption>Unassuming in plot and style, ldquo;Heidirdquo; may none the less lay claim to rank as a world classic. In the first place, both background and characters ring true. The air of the Alps is wafted to us in every page; the house among the pines, the meadows, and the eagle poised above the naked rocks form a picture that no one could willingly forget. And the people, from the kindly towns-folk to the quaint and touching peasant types, are as real as any representation of human nature need be. Every goat even, has its personality. As for the little heroine, she is a blessing not only to everyone in the story, but to everyone who reads it. The narrative merits of the book are too apparent to call for comment. As to the author, Johanna Spyri, she has so entirely lost herself in her creation that we may pass over her career rather rapidly. She was born in Switzerland in 1829, came of a literary family, and devoted all her talent to the writing of books for and about children.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Heretics</image:title>
            <image:caption>When everything about a people is for the time growing weak and ineffective, it begins to talk about efficiency. So it is that when a mans body is a wreck he begins, for the first time, to talk about health. Vigorous organisms talk not about their processes, but about their aims. There cannot be any better proof of the physical efficiency of a man than that he talks cheerfully of a journey to the end of the world. And there cannot be any better proof of the practical efficiency of a nation than that it talks constantly of a journey to the end of the world, a journey to the Judgment Day and the New Jerusalem. There can be no stronger sign of a coarse material health than the tendency to run after high and wild ideals; it is in the first exuberance of infancy that we cry for the moon. None of the strong men in the strong ages would have understood what you meant by working for efficiency. Hildebrand would have said that he was working not for efficiency, but for the Catholic Church. Danton would have said that he was working not for efficiency, but for liberty, equality, and fraternity.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Hospital Sketches</image:title>
            <image:caption>In a few days a townswoman heard of my desire, approved of it, and brought about an interview with one of the sisterhood which I wished to join, who was at home on a furlough, and able and willing to satisfy all inquiries. A morning chat with Miss General S.--we hear no end of Mrs. Generals, why not a Miss?-- produced three results: I felt that I could do the work, was offered a place, and accepted it, promising not to desert, but stand ready to march on Washington at an hours notice. A few days were necessary for the letter containing my request and recommendation to reach headquarters, and another, containing my commission, to return; therefore no time was to be lost; and heartily thanking my pair of friends, I tore home through the December slush as if the rebels were after me, and like many another recruit, burst in upon my family with the announcement ldquo;Ive enlisted!.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Indian Summer</image:title>
            <image:caption>Midway of the Ponte Vecchio at Florence, where three arches break the lines of the little jewellers booths glittering on either hand, and open an approach to the parapet, Colville lounged against the corner of a shop and stared out upon the river. It was the late afternoon of a day in January, which had begun bright and warm, but had suffered a change of mood as its hours passed, and now, from a sky dimmed with flying grey clouds, was threatening rain.There must already have been rain in the mountains, for the yellow torrent that seethed and swirled around the piers of the bridge was swelling momently on the wall of the Lung Arno, and rolling a threatening flood toward the Cascine, where it lost itself under the ranks of the poplars that seemed to file across its course, and let their delicate tops melt into the pallor of the low horizon.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Italian Villas and Their Gardens</image:title>
            <image:caption>Though it is an exaggeration to say that there are no flowers in Italian gardens, yet to enjoy and appreciate the Italian garden-craft one must always bear in mind that it is independent of floriculture. The Italian garden does not exist for its flowers; its flowers exist for it: they are a late and infrequent adjunct to its beauties, a parenthetical grace counting only as one more touch in the general effect of enchantment. This is no doubt partly explained by the difficulty of cultivating any but spring flowers in so hot and dr y a climate, and the result has been a wonderful evelopment of the more permanent effects to be obtained from the three other factors in garden-composition marble, water and perennial verduremdash;and the achievement, by their skilful blending, of a charm independent of the seasons.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Jane Eyre</image:title>
            <image:caption>Each picture told a story; mysterious often to my undeveloped understanding and imperfect feelings, yet ever profoundly interesting: as interesting as the tales Bessie sometimes narrated on winter evenings, when she chanced to be in good humour; and when, having brought her ironing-table to the nursery hearth, she allowed us to sit about it, and while she got up Mrs. Reeds lace frills, and crimped her nightcap borders, fed our eager attention with passages of love and adventure taken from old fairy tales and other ballads; or (as at a later period I discovered) from the pages of Pamela, and Henry, Earl of Moreland.
With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy: happy at least in my way. I feared nothing but interruption, and that came too soon. The breakfast-room door opened.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>John Thorndykes Cases</image:title>
            <image:caption>We are in luck,rdquo; Thorndyke remarked, with a glance at the path. ldquo;Yesterdays rain has cleared away all old footprints, and prepared the surface for new ones. You see there are three sets of excellent impressions two leading away from the house, and one set towards it. Now, you notice that both of the sets leading from the house are characterized by deep impressions and short steps, while the set leading to the house has lighter impressions and longer steps. The obvious inference is that he went down the path with a heavy burden, came back emptyhanded, and went down again and finally with another heavy burden. You observe, too, that he walked with his stick on each occasion.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Jude the Obscure</image:title>
            <image:caption>The next day Jude Fawley was pausing in his bedroom with the sloping ceiling, looking at the books on the table, and then at the black mark on the plaster above them, made by the smoke of his lamp in past months. It was Sunday afternoon, four-and-twenty hours after his meeting with Arabella Donn. During the whole bygone week he had been resolving to set this afternoon apart for a special purpose the re-reading of his Greek Testament his new one, with better type than his old copy, following Griesbachs text as amended by numerous correctors, and with variorum readings in the margin. He was proud of the book, having obtained it by boldly writing to its London publisher, a thing he had never done before.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Jukes-Edwards A Study in Education and Heredity</image:title>
            <image:caption>In this study the sources of information are the various genealogies of families in which the descendants of Mr. Edwards play a part, various town histories and church and college publications, but chiefly the biographical dictionaries and encyclopaedias in which the records of the men of the family are chronicled. It would be impossible to follow out the positions occupied by the various members but for the pride they all feel in recording the fact that they are descendants of Jonathan Edwards. A good illustration of this may be had in the current announcements of the marvelously popular novel, ldquo;Richard Carvel,rdquo; in which it is always emphasized that Mr. Winston Churchill, the author, is a descendant of Jonathan Edwards.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Keeper of the Keys</image:title>
            <image:caption>Charlie dropped into a chair and, for lack of anything better to do, studied his fellow traveler, some distance down the aisle. The man was a lean, rather distinguished-looking foreigner of some sort probably a Latin, Chan thought. His hair was as black and sleek as the detectives, save where it was touched with gray over the ears. His eyes were quick and roving, his thin hands moved nervously about, he sat on the edge of his chair, as though his stay on the train was but a brief interlude in an exciting life. When the steward returned with a package of cigarettes on a silver tray and got his money and tip from the other passenger, Chan beckoned to him. The boy was at his side in an instant.rdquo;nbsp;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>La Cite De Carcassonne</image:title>
            <image:caption>Vers lan 636 de R de Rome, le Seacute;nat, sur lavis de Lucius Crassus, ayant deacute;cideacute; quune colonie romaine serait eacute;tablie agrave; Narbonne, la lisiegrave;re des Pyreacute;neacute;es fut bientocirc;t munie de postes importants afin de conser ver les passages en Espagne et de deacute;fendre le cours des riviegrave;res. Les peuples Volces Tectosages nayant pas opposeacute; de reacute;sistance aux armeacute;es romaines, la Reacute;publique accorda aux habitants de Carcassonne, de Lodegrave;ve, de Nicirc;mes, de Peacute;zenas et de Toulouse la faculteacute; de se gouverner suivant leurs lois et sous leurs magistrats. Lan 70 avant J.C., Carcassonne fut placeacute;e au nombre des citeacute;s nobles ou eacute;lues. On ne sait quelle fut la destineacute;e de Carcassonne depuis cette eacute;poque jusquau IVe siegrave;cle. Elle jouit, comme toutes les villes de la Gaule meacute;ridionale, dune paix profonde; mais apregrave;s les deacute;sastres de lEmpire, elle ne fut plus consideacute;reacute;e que comme une citadelle (castellum). En 350 les Francs sen emparegrave;rent, mais peu apregrave;s les Romains y rentregrave;rent.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Lady Windermere&apos;s Fan</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Ah, what indeed, dear? That is the point. He goes to see her continually, and stops for hours at a time, and while he is there she is not at home to any one. Not that many ladies call on her, dear, but she has a great many disreputable men friends my own brother particularly, as I told you and that is what makes it so dreadful about Windermere. We looked upon him as being such a model husband, but I am afraid there is no doubt about it.My dear nieces you know the Saville girls, don&apos;t you? such nice domestic creaturesnbsp; plain, dreadfully plain, but so good well, they&apos;re always at the window doing fancy work, and making ugly things for the poor, which I think so useful of them in these dreadful socialistic days, and this terrible woman has taken a house in Curzon Street, right opposite them such a respectable street, too! I don&apos;t know what were coming to! And they tell me that Windermere goes there four and five times a week they see him. They can&apos;t help it and although they never talk scandal, they well, of course they remark on it to every one.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Last Leaves from Dunk Island</image:title>
            <image:caption>Huge coco-nut palms, that a few hours ago might have vaunted their stately straightness, lie uprooted or broken at the base, or lean at pitiable angles. Some lie fifty yards from the spot where their fronds saluted Sunday mornings sun, yet still carry fragments of their burden of nuts. What significant illustration of the demonism of the wind does a fallen palm present! During ordinary gales the fronds stream before the wind like the loosened hair of a woman, offering to it coy resistance; but, subject itself to the tormenting cyclone as the palm-tree may, lean in obedience to its will, bow before its strength, sway to its caprices, there comes a time when graceful acts are of no avail. The wind will have its savage way. The wailing palm is prostrated, torn and dishevelled, carried along as if it were a straw, and piled with other trophies of victory and violation in calamitous heaps.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Le Morte D&apos;Arthur - Volume 1</image:title>
            <image:caption>Anon after, Balin sent for his horse and armour, and so would depart from the court, and took his leave of King Arthur. Nay, said the king, I suppose ye will not depart so lightly from this fellowship, I suppose ye are displeased that I have shewed you unkindness; blame me the less, for I was misinformed against you, but I weened ye had not been such a knight as ye are, of worship and prowess, and if ye will abide in this court among my fellowship, I shall so advance you as ye shall be pleased. God thank your highness, said Balin, your bounty and highness may no man praise half to the value; but at this time I must needs depart, beseeching you alway of your good grace. Truly, said the king, I am right wroth for your departing; I pray you, fair knight, that ye tarry not long, and ye shall be right welcome to me, and to my barons, and I shall amend all miss that I have done against you; God thank your great lordship, said Balin, and therewith made him ready to depart.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Life on The Mississippi Complete</image:title>
            <image:caption>My father was a justice of the peace, and I supposed he possessed the power of life and death over all men and could hang anybody that offended him. This was distinction enough for me as a general thing; but the desire to be a steamboatman kept intruding, nevertheless. I first wanted to be a cabin-boy, so that I could come out with a white apron on and shake a tablecloth over the side, where all my old comrades could see me; later I thought I would rather be the deckhand who stood on the end of the stage-plank with the coil of rope in his hand, because he was particularly conspicuous. But these were only day-dreams, they were too heavenly to be contemplated as real possibilities. By and by one of our boys went away. He was not heard of for a long time. At last he turned up as apprentice engineer or lsquo;striker on a steamboat. This thing shook the bottom out of all my Sunday-school teachings. That boy had been notoriously worldly, and I just the reverse; yet he was exalted to this eminence, and I left in obscurity and misery..</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Little Women</image:title>
            <image:caption>Act fifth opened with a stormy scene between Zara and Don Pedro. He wishes her to go into a convent, but she wont hear of it, and after a touching appeal, is about to faint when Roderigo dashes in and demands her hand. Don Pedro refuses, because he is not rich.
They shout and gesticulate tremendously but cannot agree, and Rodrigo is about to bear away the exhausted Zara, when the timid servant enters with a letter and a bag from Hagar, who has mysteriously disappeared. The latter informs the party that she bequeaths untold wealth to the young pair and an awful doom to Don Pedro, if he doesnt make them happy. The bag is opened, and several quarts of tin money shower down upon the stage till it is quite glorified with the glitter. This entirely softens the stern sire. He consents without a murmur, all join in a joyful chorus, and the curtain falls upon the lovers kneeling to receive Don Pedros blessing in attitudes of the most romantic grace.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Lost Face</image:title>
            <image:caption>Subienkow felt that he could not stand the Cossacks sufferings much longer. Why didnt Ivan die? He would go mad if that screaming did not cease. But when it did cease, his turn would come. And there was Yakaga awaiting him, too, grinning at him even now in anticipationmdash;Yakaga, whom only last week he had kicked out of the fort, and upon whose face he had laid the lash of his dog-whip. Yakaga would attend to him. Doubtlessly Yakaga was saving for him more refined tortures, more exquisite nerveracking. Ah! that must have been a good one, from the way Ivan screamed. The squaws bending over him stepped back with laughter and clapping of hands. Subienkow saw the monstrous thing that had been perpetrated, and began to laugh hysterically. The Indians looked at him in wonderment that he should laugh. But Subienkow could not stop.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Lost Pueblo</image:title>
            <image:caption>Next morning when she went in to breakfast her father and Randolph were there. If Janey had expected him to be downcast or embarrassed she had reckoned without her host. He was neither. He greeted her as if nothing unusual had occurred and he gave her a cool steady stare. Janeys quick intuition grasped that Randolph had burned his bridges behind him. It did not seem likely that her father could have had much to do with this late decision in Randolph. Janey had bidden him good night at his door, and he was not an early riser. So she concluded Randolph had fought out something with himself and the die was cast. It stirred Janey as had nothing she could recall. She was ready, even eager for the adventure.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Lucia in London</image:title>
            <image:caption>Sweet of you to say that, Georgie,rdquo; said she, giving another twirl to the spit. (There had been a leg of mutton roasted on it last May-day, while they all sat round in jerkins and stomachers and hose, and all the perfumes of Arabia had hardly sufficed to quell the odour of roast meat which had pervaded the room for weeks afterwards.) ldquo;Sweet of you to say that, but you mustnt think that I am deserting Riseholme. We should be in London perhaps (though, as I say, nothing is settled) for two or three months in the summer, and always come here for weekends, and perhaps from November till Christmas, and a little while in the spring. And then Riseholme would always be coming up to us. Five spare bedrooms, I believe, and one of them quite a little suite with a bathroom and sitting-room attached. No, dear Georgie, I would never desert my dear Riseholme. If it was a choice between London and Riseholme, I should not hesitate in my choice.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Lucia&apos;s Progress</image:title>
            <image:caption>Susan Wyse alone did not take part in this ladies chain, but remained in the Royce, and butcher and baker and greengrocer and fishmonger had to come out and take her orders through the window. Elizabeth felt bitterly about this, for, in view of the traffic, which would otherwise have become congested, tradesmen ran out of their shops, leaving other customers to wait, so that Susans Royce might not be delayed.Elizabeth had addressed a formal complaint about it to the Town Council, and that conscientious body sent a reliable timekeeper in plain clothes down to the High Street on three consecutive mornings, to ascertain how long, on the average, Mrs. Wyses car stopped at each shop. As the period worked out at a trifle over twenty seconds they took the viewnbsp;that as the road was made for vehicular traffic, she was making a legitimate use of it. She could hardly be expected to send the Royce to the parking place by the Town Hall each time she stopped, for it would not nearly have got there by the time she was ready for it again.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Madame Bovary</image:title>
            <image:caption>The bride had begged her father to be spared the usual marriage pleasantries. However, a fishmonger, one of their cousins (who had even brought a pair of soles for his wedding present), began to squirt water from his mouth through the keyhole, when old Rouault came up just in time to stop him, and explain to him that the distinguished position of his son-in-law would not allow of such liberties. The cousin all the same did not give in to these reasons readily. In his heart he accused old Rouault of being proud, and he joined four or five other guests in a corner, who having, through mere chance, been several times running served with the worst helps of meat, also were of opinion they had been badly used, and were whispering about their host, and with covered hints hoping he would ruin himself.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Mapp and Lucia</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;There was a coarse fibre in the Tudors, as I have always maintained. All this, dear Georgie, is to the good. If dear Daisy will only not try to look tall, and if she will smile a good deal, and behave naturally, these are advantages, real advantages. But in spite of them Daisy will merely make herself and Riseholme silly if she does not manage to get hold of some semblance of dignity and queenship.Little gestures, little turnings of the head, little graciousnesses; all that acting means. I thought it out in those dear old days when we began to plan it, and, as I say, I shall be happy to give poor Daisy all the hints I can, if she will come and ask me to do so. But mind, Georgie, the suggestion must not come from me. You are at liberty to say that you think I possibly might help her, but nothing more than that. Capite?&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Metamorphosis</image:title>
            <image:caption>Perhaps the sentiments contained in the following pages, are not yet sufficiently fashionable to procure thempages, them general favor; a long habit of not thinking a thing wrong, gives it a superficial appearance of being RIGHT, and raisesgives raises at first a formidable outcry in defence of custom. But theat the tumult soon subsides. Time makes more converts than reason. As a long and violent abuse of power, is generally the MeansAs Means of calling the right of it in question (and in Matters too whichof which might never have been thought of, had not the Sufferers beenmight been aggravated into the inquiry) and as the King of England hathaggravated hath undertaken in his own right, to support the Parliament inundertaken in what he calls THEIRS, and as the good people of this countrywhat country are grievously oppressed by the combination, they have anare an undoubted privilege to inquire into the pretensions of both, and equally to reject the usurpations of either.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Miss Mapp</image:title>
            <image:caption>Mrs. Plaistow turned the corner below Miss Mapps window, and went bobbing along down the steep hill. She walked with the motion of those mechanical dolls sold in the street, which have three legs set as spokes to a circle, so that their feet emerge from their dress with Dutch and rigid regularity, and her figure had a certain squat rotundity that suited her gait. She distinctly looked into Captain Puffins dining-room window as she passed, and with the misplaced juvenility so characteristic of her, waggled her plump little hand at it. At the corner beyond Major Flints house she hesitated a moment, and turned off down the entry into the side street where Mr. Wyse lived.The dentist lived there, too, and as Mr. Wyse was away on the continent of Europe, Mrs. Plaistow was almost certain to be visiting the other. Rapidly Miss Mapp remembered that at Mrs. Bartletts bridge party yesterday Mrs. Plaistow had selected soft chocolates for consumption instead of those stuffed with nougat or almonds. That furnished additional evidence for the dentist, for generally you could not get a nougat chocolate at all if Godiva Plaistow had been in the room for more than a minute or two...</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Moby-Dick</image:title>
            <image:caption>Now in getting under weigh, the station generally occupied by the pilot is the forward part of the ship. And here Bildad, who, with Peleg, be it known, in addition to his other officers, was one of the licensed pilots of the portmdash;he being suspected to have got himself made a pilot in order to save the Nantucket pilot- fee to all the ships he was concerned in, for he never piloted any other craftmdash; Bildad, I say, might now be seen actively engaged in looking over the bows for the approaching anchor, and at intervals singing what seemed a dismal stave of psalmody, to cheer the hands at the windlass, who roared forth some sort of a chorus about the girls in Booble Alley, with hearty good will. Nevertheless, not three days previous, Bildad had told hem that no profane songs would be allowed on board the Pequod, particularly in getting under weigh; and Charity, his sister, had placed a small choice copy of Watts in each seamans berth..</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Mosses From An Old Manse And Other Stories</image:title>
            <image:caption>The next morning young Goodman Brown came slowly into the street of Salem village, staring around him like a bewildered man. The good old minister was taking a walk along the graveyard to get an appetite for breakfast and meditate his sermon, and bestowed a blessing, as he passed, on Goodman Brown. He shrank from the venerable saint as if to avoid an anathema.
Old Deacon Gookin was at domestic worship, and the holy words of his prayer were heard through the open window. ldquo;What God doth the wizard pray to?rdquo; quoth Goodman Brown. Goody Cloyse, that excellent old Christian, stood in the early sunshine at her own lattice, catechizing a little girl who had brought her a pint of mornings milk. Goodman Brown snatched away the child as from the grasp of the fiend himself. Turning the corner by the meeting-house, he spied the head of Faith, with the pink ribbons, gazing anxiously forth, and bursting into such joy at sight of him that she skipped along the street and almost kissed her husband before the whole village. But Goodman Brown looked sternly and sadly into her face, and passed on without a greeting.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Mr. Pottermack&apos;s Oversight</image:title>
            <image:caption>The obvious thing was to go out and trample on those footprints until they were quite obliterated. But to this plan there were several objections. In the first place, those enormous impressions would take a deal of trampling out. Walking over them once would be quite useless, for his own feet were comparatively small, and even a fragment of one of Lewsons footprints would be easily recognizable. Moreover, the trampling process would involve the leaving of his own footprints in evidence; which might be disastrous if it should happenmdash;as it easily mightmdash; that Lewson had been seen starting along the footpath. For this path, unfrequented as it was, turned off from the main road at the outskirts of the town where wayfarers were numerous enough. The reason that it was unfrequented was that it led only to a wood and a stretch of heath which were more easily approached by a by-road. Finally, he himself might quite possibly be seen performing the trampling operations, and that would never do. In short, the trampling scheme was not practicable at all.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Mr. Standfast</image:title>
            <image:caption>There isnt a great deal to it. A lot of ignorance, a large slice of vanity, and a pinch or two of wrong-headed honesty these are the ingredients of the pie. Not much real harm in it. Theres one or two dirty literary gents who should be in a navvies battalion, but theyre about as dangerous as yellow Kaffir dogs. Ive learned a lot and got all the arguments by heart, but you might plant a Biggleswick in every shire and it wouldnt help the Boche. I can see where the danger lies all the same. These fellows talked academic anarchism, but the genuine article is somewhere about and to find it youve got to look in the big industrial districts. We had faint echoes of it in Biggleswick. I mean that the really dangerous fellows are those who want to close up the war at once and so get on with their blessed class war, which cuts across nationalities. As for being spies and that sort of thing, the Biggleswick lads are too callow.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Mrs. Ames</image:title>
            <image:caption>Summer had certainly come in earnest, and Mr. Altham, when he went out on to the shaded verandah to the east of the house, in order to smoke his cigar before going up to the golflinks, found that the thermometer registered eighty degrees in the shade.
Consequently, before enjoying that interval of quiescence which succeeded his meals, and to which he felt he largely owed the serenity of his health, he went upstairs to change his cloth coat for the light alpaca jacket which he always wore when the weather was really hot.
Last year, he remembered, he had not put it on at all until the end of July, except that on one occasion he wore it over his ordinary coat (for it was loosely made) taking a drive along an extremely dusty road.
But the heat to-day certainly called for the alpaca jacket, and he settled himself in his chair (after tapping the barometer and observing with satisfaction that the concussion produced an upward tremor of the needle, which was at ldquo;Set Fairrdquo; already) feeling much more cool and comfortable.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>My Tropic Isle</image:title>
            <image:caption>But the homely back gate swings over the charred stump of the boorish tree burnt flush with the ground. Twelve months and a fortnight after the firing of the shot which did not echo round the world, but was merely a local defiant and emphatic promulgation of authority, a fire was set to the base of the tree, for our tents had been pitched perilously close. Space was wanted, and moreover its bony, imprecating arms, long since bereft of beckoning fingers, menaced our safety. I said it must fall to the north-east, for the ponderous inclination is in that direction, and therein forestalled my experience and delivered the whole camp as hostages into the hands of fortune.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Myth Ritual and Religion Volume 1</image:title>
            <image:caption>When this book first appeared (1886), the philological school of interpretation of religion and myth, being then still powerful in England, was criticised and opposed by the author. In Science, as on the Turkish throne of old, ldquo;Amurath to Amurath succeedsrdquo;; the philological theories of religion and myth have now yielded to anthropological methods. The centre of the anthropological position was the ldquo;ghost theoryrdquo; of Mr. Herbert Spencer, the ldquo;Animisticrdquo; theor y of Mr. E. R. Tylor, according to whom the propitiation of ancestral and other spirits leads to polytheism, and thence to monotheism. In the second edition (1901) of this work the author argued that the belief in a ldquo;relatively supreme being,rdquo; anthropomorphic was as old as, and might be even older, than animistic religion. This theory he exhibited at greater length, and with a larger collection of evidence, in his Making of Religion</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Nevada</image:title>
            <image:caption>Nevada took the seat on the far side of the fire, where he could see both entrances to the large room. At the moment there was something akin to bitter revolt at the fact of his presence there. Certainly no one had driven him. No logical reason existed for his visiting the Gold Mine. He would never drink again; he had but little money to gamble with, even had he been so inclined; he rather felt repugnance at the thought of seeing Lize Teller, or any other girl likely to come in. But something restless and keen within him accounted for his desire to meet old acquaintances there. Trying to analyze and understand it, Nevada got to the point of dismay. Foremost of all was a significant motivendash;he did not care to have Cash Burridge or his followers, especially Link Cawthorne, or anyone ever associated with Setter, think he would avoid them. Yet that was exactly what Nevada wanted to do. The mocking thing about it was the certainty that some kind of conflict would surely result. He could not avoid this. Deep in him was a feeling that belied his reluctance. Could it be a rebirth of old recklessness? He would have to fight that as something untrue to Hettie Ide. And as a wave of sweet and bitter emotion went over him, a musical rattling of the beaded-curtain door attracted his attention.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Oliver Twist or The Parish Boy&apos;s Progress</image:title>
            <image:caption>Occasionally, when there was some more than usually interesting inquest upon a parish child who had been overlooked in turning up a bedstead, or inadvertently scalded to death when there happened to be a washingmdash;though the latter accident was very scarce, anything approaching to a washing being of rare occurrence in the farmmdash;the jury would take it into their heads to ask troublesome questions, or the parishioners would rebelliously affix their signatures to a remonstrance. But these impertinences were speedily checked by the evidence of the surgeon, and the testimony of the beadle; the former of whom had always opened the body and found nothing inside (which was very probable indeed), and the latter of whom invariably swore whatever the parish wanted; which was very self-devotional. Besides, the board made periodical pilgrimages to the farm, and always sent the beadle the day before, to say they were going. The children were neat and clean to behold, when they went; and what more would the people have!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>On Liberty</image:title>
            <image:caption>To the beloved and deplored memory of her who was the inspildquo;inspirer, and in part the author, of all that is best in my writings the friend rer, and wife whose exalted sense of truth and right was my strongest inciand incitement, and whose approbation was my chief reward I dedicate this tement, volume. Like all that I have written for many years, it belongs as much to her as to me; but the work as it stands has had, in a very insufficient degree, the inestimable advantage of her revision; some of the most imdegree, important portions having been reserved for a more careful re-examinaportant examination, which they are now never destined to receive. Were I but capable tion, of interpreting to the world one-half the great thoughts and noble feof feelings which are buried in her grave, I should be the medium of a greelings greater benefit to it than is ever likely to arise from anything that I can ater write, unprompted and unassisted by her all but unrivalled wisdom..rdquo;nbsp;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>On the Future of our Educational Institutions</image:title>
            <image:caption>With regard to this ideal, four things are especially noteworthy; first, that it took an exhaustive survey of mans nature and relations; second, that it called for strong, persistent, heroic effort; third, that it tended to sink the individual in the social whole and the universal order; fourth, that its aim was, on the whole, a static perfection. The first two were merits; the second two, demerits. The first merit prevented the Greeks from pursuing one-sided systems of education; the second, from trying to turn education into a means of amusement. Aristotle says distinctly, ldquo;Education ought certainly not to be turned into a means of amusement; for young people are not playing when they are learning, since all learning is accompanied with pain.rdquo; The first demerit was prejudicial to individual liberty, and therefore obstructive of the highest human development; the second encouraged Utopian dreams, which, being always of static conditions, undisturbed by the toils and throes essential to progress, tend to produce impatience of that slow advance whereby alone man arrives at enduring results. To this tendency we owe such works as Platos Republic and Xenophons Education of Cyrus.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>On the Genesis of Species</image:title>
            <image:caption>Another instance which may be cited is the asymmetrical condition of the heads of the flat-fishes (Pleuronectidaelig;), such as the sole, the flounder, the brill, the turbot, amp;c. In all these fishes the two eyes, which in the young are situated as usual one on each side, come to be placed, in the adult, both on the same side of the head. If this condition had appeared at once, if in the hypothetically fortunate common ancestor of these fishes an eye had suddenly become thus transferred, then the perpetuation of such a transformation by the action of ldquo;Natural Selectionrdquo; is conceivable enough. Such sudden changes, however, are not those favoured by the Darwinian theor y, and indeed the accidental occurrence of such a spontaneous transformation is hardly conceivable. But if this is not so, if the transit was gradual, then how such transit of one eye a minute fraction of the journey towards the other side of the head could benefit the individual is indeed far from clear. It seems, even, that such an incipient transformation must rather have been injurious. Another point with regard to these flat-fishes is that they appear to be in all probability of recent origin.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Orthodoxy</image:title>
            <image:caption>I have often had a fancy for writing a romance about an English yachtsman who slightly miscalculated his course and discovered England under the impression that it was a new island in the South Seas. I always find, however, that I am either too busy or too lazy to write this fine work, so I may as well give it away for the purposes of philosophical illustration. There will probably be a general impression that the man who landed (armed to the teeth and talking by signs) to plant the
British flag on that barbaric temple which turned out to be the Pavilion at Brighton, felt rather a fool. I am not here concerned to deny that he looked a fool. But if you imagine that he felt a fool, or at any rate that the sense of folly was his sole or his dominant emotion, then you have not studied with sufficient delicacy the rich romantic nature of the hero of this tale. His mistake was really a most enviable mistake; and he knew it, if he was the man I take him for.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Pictures Of Travel</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Imagine in the foreground the winding, white, dusty road, curving its way until lost in the distant perspective. On either side is the ever-present glaucous green of the eucalypts, just about to shed their barks, and presenting streaks of yellow buff and Indian red. A little way and in the middle distance is a break or opening in the scrub, admitting a flood of light from the noonday sun, which brilliantly lights up two fine bougainvilleas in full and mature bloom. Another turn in the road, and in a few minutes the scene changes this mass of colour dissolves, and in its place appears tints of another part of the spectrum even more gorgeous than the first.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Picturesque Representations of the Dress and Manners of the Chinese</image:title>
            <image:caption>Exhibiting the various kinds of weapons, offensive and defensive, in use among the Chinese infantry, cavalry, artillery, and bowmen, arranged on a stand or frame of wood. One or more of these frames are commonly to be met with at the military posts and at the depocirc;ts of arms and guard-houses, close to the gates of their walled cities.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Pontifex Son and Thorndyke</image:title>
            <image:caption>&apos;But my circumspect manner and elaborate care seemed only to invite assaults from without. In Upper East Smithfield a van, attempting to pass me at a wobbling canter, caught the corner of the precious case a bang that was enough to have turned the whole consignment into ldquo;omlicksrdquo;; and any that remained whole were like to have been addled by the van-drivers comments. Then in Pennington Street a man came running round a corner with a barrowful of empty casks; and I only escaped being capsized by turning quickly and receiving the impact of the collision on the back of the case. And, finally, an intoxicated Swedish seaman insisted on accompanying me down nearly the entire length of Old Gravel Lane, performing warlike music on the end of the case with a ship-wrights mallet.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Pride and Prejudice</image:title>
            <image:caption>Elizabeth was surprised, but agreed to it immediately. Miss Bingley succeeded no less in the real object of her civility; Mr. Darcy looked up. He was as much awake to the novelty of attention in that quarter as Elizabeth herself could be, and unconsciously closed his book. He was directly invited to join their party, but he declined it, observing that he could imagine but two motives for their choosing to walk up and down the room together, with either of which motives his joining them would interfere. ldquo;What could he mean? She was dying to know what could be his meaning?rdquo; and asked Elizabeth whether she could at all understand him?</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Queen Lucia</image:title>
            <image:caption>&apos;That would be an interesting thing for them: it would cause one of those little thrills of pleasant excitement and conjectural exercise which supplied Riseholme with its emotional daily bread.
They would all wonder what had happened to her, whether she had been taken ill at the very last moment before leaving town and with her well-known fortitude and consideration for the feelings of others, had sent her maid on to assure her husband that he need not be anxious. That would clearly be Mrs Quantocks suggestion, for Mrs Quantocks mind, devoted as it was now to the study of Christian Science, and the determination to deny the existence of pain, disease and death as regards herself, was always full of the gloomiest views as regards her friends, and on the slightest excuse, pictured that they, poor blind things, were suffering from false claims. Indeed, given that the fly had already arrived at The Hurst, and that its arrival had at this moment been seen by or reported to Daisy Quantock, the chances were vastly in favour of that ladys having already started in to give Mrs Lucas absent treatment.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Robbers&apos; Roost</image:title>
            <image:caption>Here was a dropping away of the green-covered mountain foothills and slopes to the ragged, wild rock and clay world, beginning with scarfs of gray wash and rims of gorge and gateways of blue canyons, and augmenting to a region that showed Nature at her most awful, grim and ghastly, tortuous in line, rending in curve, twisting in upheaval, a naked spider-web of the earth, cut and washed into innumerable ridges of monotonous colors, gray, drab, brown, mauve, and intricate passageways of darker colors, mostly purple, mysterious and repelling. Down in there dwelt death for plant, animal, and man. For miles not one green speck! And then far across that havoc of the elements which led on to a boundless region of colormdash;white jagged rents through miles of hummocky ground, and streaked by washes of gray and red and yellow, on to vast green levels, meadow-like at such a distance, which stretched away to the obstructing zigzag wall of stone, the meandering White Bluffs along the base of which Jim had ridden for many days.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Sapphira and the Slave Girl</image:title>
            <image:caption>True, her malady had taken away her colour; she was always pale now, and, in the morning, something puffy under the eyes. But the eyes themselves were clear; a lively greenish blue, with no depth. Her face was pleasant, very attractive to people who were not irked by the slight shade of placid self-esteem. She bore her disablement with courage; seldom referred to it, sat in her crude invalids chair as if it were a seat of privilege. She could stand on her feet with a good air when visitors came, could walk to the private closet behind her bedroom on the arm of her maid. Her speech, like her handwriting, was more cultivated than was common in this back-country district. Her daughter sometimes felt a kind of false pleasantness in the voice. Yet, she reflected as she listened to the letter, it was scarcely false it was the only kind of pleasantness her mother had, not very warm.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Rodeo</image:title>
            <image:caption>So they drifted away from the Kid and the polite snub he had given them. They did not refer to him again that afternoon, though they had spoken of him a good deal on the way from California and had talked over every cute little baby way and every boyish prank he had perpetrated while they were still at the Flying U. How he had nearly drowned Silver, and how he had ridden off with a bag of doughnuts and jelly and prunes and lost himself in the Bad Lands trying to find the round-up and help the boys. How he had been kidnaped and had escaped and let Silver carry him home things which the Kid had forgotten long ago, very likely. But they remembered, and they had felt the old proprietary affection for him welling up in their hearts as they recalled the things he had done, the things he had said, the way he had looked when he was six and wore chaps, boots, spurs and cowboy hat which Chip had had made to order.rdquo;nbsp;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Seeds of Michigan Weeds</image:title>
            <image:caption>The habits of a weed determine to a great extent the best mode of fighting it. Certain remedies suggest themselves for creeping perennials, like quack grass and toad flax, while different treatment is best for narrow-leaved dock; and still a different mode of attack may be adopted for crab grass and purslane. Weeds are annuals, as pigweeds, crab grass, purslane; biennials as bull thistle and mulleins; perennials, like quack grass, Canada thistle, ox-eye Daisy</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Selected Short Works</image:title>
            <image:caption>This night Crawford gave Jenester her head, and with ears up she led to the east. The others followed eagerly. They went so fast that the men had to exert themselves to keep up.
At midnight Al was lending a hand to the older man, and, when dawn broke, the young man was half supporting the old prospector. But sight of a jack rabbit and the sound of a mocking bird in melodious song saved him from collapse. Where these living creatures were, it could not be far to water. Crawford sank less weightily upon Als strong arm. They climbed, trailing the tracks through the aisles between the cactus thickets, around the corners of cliffs, up a slow rising ridge above the top of which three round peaks peeped, and rose, and loomed.
Crawford pointed with a shaking hand and cried out unintelligibly. His spirit was greater than his strength; it was Als sturdy arm that gained the summit for him.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Sense and Sensibility</image:title>
            <image:caption>Edward Ferrars was not recommended to their good opinion by any peculiar graces of person or address. He was not handsome, and his manners required intimacy to make them pleasing. He was too diffident to do justice to himself; but when his natural shyness was overcome, his behaviour gave every indication of an open, affectionate heart. His understanding was good, and his education had given it solid improvement. But he was neither fitted by abilities nor disposition to answer the wishes of his mother and sister, who longed to see him distinguishedmdash;asmdash;they hardly knew what. They wanted him to make a fine figure in the world in some manner or other. His mother wished to interest him in political concerns, to get him into parliament, or to see him connected with some of the great men of the day. Mrs. John Dashwood wished it likewise; but in the mean while, till one of these superior blessings could be attained, it would have quieted her ambition to see him driving a barouche. But Edward had no turn for great men or barouches. All his wishes centered in domestic comfort and the quiet of private life. Fortunately he had a younger brother who was more promising.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Shadows on the Rock</image:title>
            <image:caption>Though Auclair so often talked to his daughter of the past, it was not because there was nothing happening in the present. At that time the town of Quebec had fewer than two thousand inhabitants, but it was always full of jealousies and quarrels. Ever since Ceacute;cile could remember, there had been a feud between Count Frontenac and old Bishop Laval. And now that the new Bishop, Monseigneur de Saint-Vallier, had just come back from France after a three years absence, the Count was quarrelling with him! Then there was always the old quarrel between the two Bishops themselves, which had broken out with fresh vigour upon de Saint-Valliers return. Everyone in the diocese took sides with one prelate or the other. Since he landed in September, scarcely a week went by that Monseigneur de Saint-Vallier did not wreck some cherished plan of the old Bishop.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Silas Marner</image:title>
            <image:caption>Silas now found himself and his cottage suddenly beset by mothers who wanted him to charm away the whooping-cough, or bring back the milk, and by men who wanted stuff against the rheumatics or the knots in the hands; and, to secure themselves against a refusal, the applicants brought silver in their palms. Silas might have driven a profitable trade in charms as well as in his small list of drugs; but money on this condition was no temptation to him: he had never known an impulse towards falsity, and he drove one after another away with growing irritation, for the news of him as a wise man had spread even to Tarley, and it was long before people ceased to take long walks for the sake of asking his aid. But the hope in his wisdom was at length changed into dread, for no one believed him when he said he knew no charms and could work no cures, and every man and woman who had an accident or a new attack after applying to him, set the misfortune down to Master Marners ill-will and irritated glances.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Some Mooted Questions in Reinforced Concrete Design</image:title>
            <image:caption>Not many years ago physicians had cerNot certain rules and practices by which they were tain guided as to when and where to bleed a paguided patient in order to relieve or cure him. What tient of those rules and practices to-day? If they were logical, why have they been abandoned?
It is the purpose of this paper to show that reinforced concrete engineers have certain rules and practices which are no more logical than those governWing the blood-letting of former days. If the writer fails in this, by reason of the more weighty arguments on the other side of the questions he propounds, he will at least have brought out good reasons which will stand the test of logic for the rules and practices which he proposes to condemn, and which, at the presproposes present time, are quite lacking in the voluminous ent literature on this comparatively new subject.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>South Sea Tales</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;The House Of Mapuhi The Whale Tooth Mauki ldquo;Yah! Yah! Yah!rdquo; The Heathen The Terrible Solomons The Inevitable White Man The Seed Of Mccoy</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Stories of Ships and the Sea</image:title>
            <image:caption>If you vas in der old co country ships, a liddle shaver like you vood pe only der boy, und you vood wait on der able seamen. Und ven der able seaman sing out, lsquo;Boy, der water-jug! you vood jump quick, like a shot, und bring der water-jug. Und ven der able seaman sing out, lsquo;Boy, my boots! you vood get der boots. Und you vood pe politeful, und say lsquo;Yessir und lsquo;No sir. But you pe in der American ship, and you tink you are so good as der able seamen. Chris, mine boy, I haf ben a sailorman for twenty-two years, und do you tink you are so good as me? I vas a sailorman pefore you vas borned, flund I knot und reef und splice ven you play mit topstrings und fly kites.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Study of Child Life</image:title>
            <image:caption>By the time he is four or five weeks old it is safe to play with him, a little every day, and Froebel has made his ldquo;Play with the Limbsrdquo; one of his first educational exercises. In this play the mother lays the baby, undressed, upon a pillow and catches the little ankles in her hands. Sometimes she prevents the baby from kicking, so that he has to struggle to get his legs free; sometimes she helps him, so that he kicks more freely and regularly; sometimes she lets him push hard against her breast. All the time she laughs and sings to him, and Froebel has made a little song for this purposes. Since consciousness is roused and deepened by sensations, remembered, experienced, and compared, it is evident that this is more than a fanciful play; that it is what Froebel claimed for itmdash;a real educational exercise. By means, of it the child may gain some consciousness of companionship, and thus, by contrast, a deeper self-consciousness.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Sunset Pass</image:title>
            <image:caption>I had always been crazy over pretty girls. Sol Winter told me a lot of bad news about the girlsmdash;and about his son Nick. So I lost my happy mood. I wanted to go out and get drunk. Sol asked me to keep store for him. And I sat there sinkin into one of the old black spells that had kept me from makin someone out of myself. Then you walked into that store.And somethin happened. I dont know yet what it was. But it was wonderful. Its been such a tearin, changin somethin that I dont know myself. Im findin out little by little. Seein you this second time has helped a lot. Ill make a clean breast of all soon as I know. But right now I know if you dont turn your back on me Ill never drink again. Or hunt for a fight! Or waste my time and money!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Tales and Fantasies</image:title>
            <image:caption>Colettes was your only port. You were very illsupplied. The company was not recruited from the Senate or the Church, though the Bar was very well represented on the only occasion on which I flew in the face of my countrys laws, and, taking my reputation in my hand, penetrated into that grim supperhouse. And Colettes frequenters, thrillingly conscious of wrongdoing and lsquo;that two-handed engine (the policeman) at the door, were perhaps inclined to somewhat feverish excess. But the place was in no sense a very bad one; and it is somewhat strange to me, at this distance ofnbsp;time, how it had acquired its dangerous repute. In precisely the same spirit as a man may debate a project to ascend the Matterhorn or to cross Africa, John considered Alans proposal, and, greatly daring, accepted it. As he walked home, the thoughts of this excursion out of the safe places of life into the wild and arduous, stirred and struggled in his imagination with the image of Miss Mackenzie incongruous and yet kindred thoughts, for did not each imply unusual tightening of the pegs of resolution? did not each woo him forth and warn him back again into himself?</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Tales of Space and Time</image:title>
            <image:caption>There was, until a year ago, a little and very grimylooking shop near Seven Dials, over which, in weather-worn yellow lettering, the name of ldquo;C. Cave, Naturalist and Dealer in Antiquities,rdquo; was inscribed. The contents of its window were curiously variegated. They comprised some elephant tusks and an imperfect set of chessmen, beads and weapons, a box of eyes, two skulls of tigers and one human, several moth-eaten stuffed monkeys (one holding a lamp), an oldfashioned cabinet, a flyblown ostrich egg or so, some fishing-tackle, and an extraordinarily dirty, empty glass fish-tank. There was also, at the moment the story begins, a mass of crystal, worked into the shape of an egg and brilliantly polished. And at that two people, who stood outside the window, were looking, one of them a tall, thin clergyman, the other a blackbearded young man of dusky complexion and unobtrusive costume .</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Tales of the Anglers El Dorado New Zealand</image:title>
            <image:caption>Outside of Cape Brett we found the sea one vast, glassy expanse. What a day to hunt for broadbill swordfish! I had not seen a better day in all my swordfishing at Catalina. Moreover, the air was pleasant, the shore line strikingly clear. I did not expect to see a broad-bill swordfish, but I certainly could not help looking for one on such a sea as that. Birds were scarce. There was no sign of small fish on the surface. We ran out several miles, and all the while I perched on the deck, scanning the sea near and far, all at once I saw fins. I called out and stood up. We thought the fins belonged to a Marlin. Then we saw two more fish farther on, and formed the same conclusion about them. Suddenly the one nearest came up higher, showing his dorsal fin. I stared. I could not believe my eyes. Surely that brown-hooked rakish leathery dorsal could not belong to a broadbill swordfish, one of my old gladiator friends way down here in the Antipodes! But it did.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Tales of Unrest</image:title>
            <image:caption>But it was at night that he talked openly, forgetting the exactions of his stage. In the daytime there were affairs to be discussed in state. There were at firstbetween him and me his own splendour, my shabby suspicions, and the scenic landscape that intruded upon the reality of our lives by its motionless fantasy of outline and colour. His followers thronged round him; above his head the broad blades of their spears made a spiked halo of iron points, and they hedged him from humanity by the shimmer of silks, the gleam of weapons, the excited and respectful hum of eager voices. Before sunset he would take leave with ceremony, and go off sitting under a red umbrella, and escorted by a score of boats. All the paddles flashed and struck together with a mighty splash that reverberated loudly in the monumental amphitheatre of hills. A broad stream of dazzling foam trailed behind the flotilla.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Abysmal Brute</image:title>
            <image:caption>Sam Stubener ran through his mail carelessly a and rapidly. As became a manager of prize-fighters, he was accustomed to a various and bizarre correspondence. Every crank, sport, near sport, and reformer seemed to have ideas to impart to him. From dire threats against his life to milder threats, such as pushing in the front of his face, from rabbit-foot fetishes to lucky horse-shoes, from dinky jerkwater bids to the quarter-of-a-million-ffdollar offers of irresponsible nobodies, he knew the whole run of the surprise portion of his mail. In his time having received a razor-strop made from the skin of a lynched negro, and a finger, withered and sun-dried, cut from the body of a white man found in Death Valley, he was of the opinion that never again would the postman bring him anything that could startle him. But this morning he opened a letter that he read a second time, put away in his pocket, and took out for a third reading. It was postmarked fffrom some unheard-of post-office in Siskiyou County, and it ran.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Admirable Crichton</image:title>
            <image:caption>I refer to Lord Brocklehurst, who, I am sure, will presently say to me that if the charming lady now by his side has derived as much pleasure from his company as he has derived from hers, he will be more than satisfied. (All look at Tweeny, who trembles.) For the time being the artificial and unnatural--I say unnatural (glaring at Crıchton, who bows slightly)--barriers of society are swept away. Would that they could be swept away for ever. (The Pageboy cheers, and has the one moment of prominence in his life. He grows up, marries and has children, but is never really heard of again.) But that is entirely and utterly out of the question. And now for a few months we are to be separated. As you know, my daughters and Mr. Ernest and Mr. Treherne are to accompany me on my yacht, on a voyage to distant parts of the earth. In less than forty-eight hours we shall be under weigh. (But for Crıchtons eye the reckless Pageboy would repeat his success.) Do not think our life on the yacht is to be one long idle holiday.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes</image:title>
            <image:caption>One nightmdash;it was on the twentieth of March, 1888mdash;I was returning from a journey to a patient (for I had now returned to civil practice), when my way led me through Baker Street. As I passed the wellremembered door, which must always be associated in my mind with my wooing, and with the dark incidents of the Study in Scarlet, I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers. His rooms were brilliantly lit, and, even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly, with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him. To me, who knew his every mood and habit, his attitude and manner told their own story. He was at work again. He had risen out of his drug-created dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new problem. I rang the bell and was shown up to the chamber which had formerly been in part my own.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Age of Innocence</image:title>
            <image:caption>But folly is as often justified of her children as wisdom, and two years after young Mrs. Beauforts marriage it was admitted that she had the most distinguished house in New York. No one knew exactly how the miracle was accomplished. She was indolent, passive, the caustic even called her dull; but dressed like an idol, hung with pearls, growing younger and blonder and more beautiful each year, she throned in Mr. Beauforts heavy brown-stone palace, and drew all the world there without lifting her jewelled little finger. The knowing people said it was Beaufort himself who trained the servants, taught the chef new dishes, told the gardeners what hot-house flowers to grow for the dinner-table and the drawing-rooms, selected the guests, brewed the after-dinner punch and dictated the little notes his wife wrote to her friends. If he did, these domestic activities were privately performed, and he presented to the world the appearance of a careless and hospitable millionaire strolling into his own drawing-room with the detachment of an invited guest, and saying: ldquo;My wifes gloxinias are a marvel, arent they? I believe she gets them out from Kew.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Ancient Highway: A Novel of High Hearts and Open Woods</image:title>
            <image:caption>A thickening came into Cliftons throat and his heart beat a little faster as he looked ahead of him, for it was more than twenty years ago that his feet had last traveled this way. He was sixteen then, and barefooted. And time had been kind to the little road, he thought. The velvety dust was the same, and he caught himself looking for the imprints of his naked feet as he waded through it; and the trees were the same, seeming not to have grown in those twenty years, and the thickets of his boyhood sprang up one by one, with the big rocks between only the rocks seemed smaller now than when he was a boy, and the hollows seemed a bit less steep, and the Big Woods, still uncut, held less of their old mystery and fearsomeness in the shadowing depths of sunset. A smile crept gently over his face, and in that smile were the pathos and joyous grief of reminiscence, of precious memories rising in his path and of faded years stirring with life again.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Awakening</image:title>
            <image:caption>Mr. Pontellier had prepared for bed, but he slipped on an extra garment. He opened a bottle of wine, of which he kept a small and select supply in a buffet of his own. He drank a glass of the wine and went out on the gallery and offered a glass to his wife. She did not wish any. He drew up the rocker, hoisted his slippered feet on the rail, and proceeded to smoke a cigar. He smoked two cigars; then he went inside and drank another glass of wine. Mrs. Pontellier again declined to accept a glass when it was offered to her. Mr. Pontellier once more seated himself with elevated feet, and after a reasonable interval of time smoked some more cigars.
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. The physical need for sleep began to overtake her; the exuberance which had sustained and exalted her spirit left her helpless and yielding to the conditions which crowded her in.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Ballad of Reading Gaol</image:title>
            <image:caption>I walked, with other souls in pain, Within another ring, And was wondering if the man had done A great or little thing, When a voice behind me whispered low, ldquo;That fellows got to swing.rdquo; Dear Christ! the very prison walls Suddenly seemed to reel, And the sky above my head became Like a casque of scorching steel; And, though I was a soul in pain, My pain I could not feel. I only knew what hunted thought Quickened his step, and why He looked upon the garish day With such a wistful eye; The man had killed the thing he loved And so he had to die. Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Black Camel</image:title>
            <image:caption>Huntley Van Horn strolled down Kalakaua Avenue in the direction of Shelah Fanes house. On this tiny island in the midst of the rolling Pacific, few outward signs of a romantic past survived. He might have been on Hollywood Boulevard: the parade of automobiles along that stretch of American asphalt was constant, a trolley clattered by, he walked on a concrete sidewalk under the soft yellow glow of modern streetlamps. Yet, beyond the range of those lamps, he was conscious of the black velvet of a tropic night. He caught the odor of ginger blossoms and plumeria, a croton hedge gave way to one of hibiscus, topped with pale pink flowers that were doomed to die at midnight.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Burning Secret</image:title>
            <image:caption>The baron took his first good look at the boy. He seemed to be a shy, undeveloped, nervous little fellow, about twelve years old. His movements were jerky, his eyes dark and restless, and he made the impression, so often produced by children of his age, of being scared, as if he had just been roused out of sleep and placed in strange surroundings. His face was not unbeautiful, but still quite undecided. The struggle between childhood and young manhood seemed just about to be setting in. Everything in him so far was like dough that has been kneaded but not formed into a loaf. Nothing was expressed in clean lines, everything was blurred and unsettled. He was at that hobbledehoy age when clothes do not fit, and sleeves and trousers hang slouchily, and there is no vanity to prompt care of ones appearance.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Byzantine Achievement: An Historical Perspective CE 330 - 1453</image:title>
            <image:caption>In the early Neolithic age the whole area of land between Great Britain and Somaliland was inhabited by a genus of delicately built brunettes, which have been termed by modern scientists the Brown or Mediterranean race. Gradually the sphere of its predominance was encroached upon by Teutons in the north, Nubians in the south; till at length it survived only in a majority on the Mediterranean littoral. Subject to that limitation, it may be classified, speaking of physical characteristics, in four main families, of which the Pelasgiansmdash; to borrow a name from Herodotusinhabited Greece, the Archipelago, and the west coast of Asia Minor. That this people, or more accurately this branch, was possessed, before the advent of the Indo-European Hellenes, of a civilization capable of high development and assimilation, is demonstrated in the artistic and domestic achievement of the Minoan era in Crete, for which it must have been mainly responsible. Additional, though less sophisticated, remains of its culture are to be found in the monuments of the Etruscans, a branch of the Pelasgians migrated to Italy.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Call of the Canyon</image:title>
            <image:caption>If this greeting, sweet and warm as it seemed, was a shock to Carley, she gave no sign. But as she murmured something in reply she looked with all a womans keenness into the face before her. Flo Hutter had a fair skin generously freckled; a mouth and chin too firmly cut to suggest a softer feminine beauty; and eyes of clear light hazel, penetrating, frank, fearless. Her hair was very abundant, almost silver-gold in color, and it was either rebellious or showed lack of care. Carley liked the girls looks and liked the sincerity of her greeting; but instinctively she reacted antagonistically because of the frank suggestion of intimacy with Glenn.nbsp;But for that she would have been spontaneous and friendly rather than restrained.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Canterville Ghost</image:title>
            <image:caption>The storm raged fiercely all that night, but nothing of particular note occurred. The next morning, however, when they came down to breakfast, they found the terrible stain of blood once again on the floor. ldquo;I dont think it can be the fault of the Paragon Detergent,rdquo; said Washington, ldquo;for I have tried it with everything. It must be the ghost.rdquo; He accordingly rubbed out the stain a second time, but the second morning it appeared again. The third morning also it was there, though the library had been locked up at night by Mr. Otis himself, and the key carried up-stairs. The whole family were now quite interested; Mr. Otis began to suspect that he had been too dogmatic in his denial of the existence of ghosts, Mrs. Otis expressed her intention of joining the Psychical Society, and Washington prepared a long letter to Messrs.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Confessions of a Beachcomber</image:title>
            <image:caption>Most part of the range is heavily draped with jungle that is, on the western aspect. Just above the splash of the Pacific surges on the weather or eastern side, low-growing scrub and restricted areas of forest, with expansive patches of jungle, plentifully intermixed with palms and bananas, creep up the precipitous ascent to the summit of the range 870 feet above the sea. So steep is the Pacific slope that, standing on the top of the ridge and looking down, you catch mosaic gleams of the sea among the brown and grey tree-trunks. But for the prodigality of the vegetation, one slide might take you from the cool mountain-top to the cooler sea. The highest peak, which presents a buttressed face to the north, and overlooks our peaceful bay, is crowned with a forest of bloodwoods, upon which the jungle steadily encroaches. The swaying fronds of aspiring palms, adorned in due season with masses of straw-coloured inflorescence, to be succeeded by loose bunches of red, bead-like berries, shoot out from the pall of leafage. In the gloomy gullies are slender-shafted palms and tree ferns, while ferns and mosses cover the soil with living tapestry, and strange, snake-like epiphytes cling in sinuous curves to the larger trees.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Dawn Of The Food</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;In the middle years of the nineteenth century there first became abundant in this strange world of ours a class of men, men tending for the most part to become elderly, who are called, and who are very properly called, but who dislike extremely to be called--&quot;Scientists.&quot; They dislike that word so much that from the columns of Nature, which was from the first their distinctive and characteristic paper, it is as carefully excluded as if it weremdash;that other word which is the basis of all really bad language in this country.But the Great Public and its Press know better, and &quot;Scientists&quot; they are, and when they emerge to any sort of publicity, &quot;distinguished scientists&quot; and &quot;eminent scientists&quot; and &quot;wellknown scientists&quot; is the very least we call them. Certainly both Mr. Bensington and Professor Redwood quite merited any of these terms long before they came upon the marvellous discovery of which this story tells. Mr. Bensington was a Fellow of the Royal Society and a former president of the Chemical Society, and Professor Redwood was Professor of Physiology in the Bond Street College of the London University, and he had been grossly libelled by the anti vivisectionists time after time. And they had led lives of academic distinction from their very ea youth.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Dead Alive</image:title>
            <image:caption>His only unmarried daughter (he had long since been left a widower) was in the room, in attendance on her father. She was a melancholy, middle-aged woman, without visible attractions of any sort--one of those persons who appear to accept the obligation of living under protest, as a burden which they would never have consented to bear if they had only been consulted first. We three had a dreary little interview in a parlor of bare walls; and then I was permitted to go upstairs, and unpack my portmanteau in my own room. ldquo;Supper will be at nine oclock, sir,rdquo; said Miss Meadowcroft. She pronounced those words as if ldquo;supperrdquo; was a form of domestic offense, habitually committed by the men, and endured by the women. I followed the groom up to my room, not over-well pleased with my first experience of the farm. No Naomi and no romance, thus far! My room was clean oppressively clean. I quite longed to see a little dust somewhere. My library was limited to the Bible and the Prayer-book. My view from the window showed me a dead flat in a partial state of cultivation, fading sadly from view in the waning light. Above the head of my spruce white bed hung a scroll, bearing a damnatory quotation from Scripture in emblazoned letters of red and black.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Defendant</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;In certain endless uplands, uplands like great flats gone dizzy, slopes that seem to contradict the idea that there is even such a thing as a level, and make us all realize that we live on a planet with a sloping roof, you will come from time to time upon whole valleys filled with loose rocks and boulders, so big as to be like mountains broken loose. The whole might be an experimental creation shattered and cast away. It is often difficult to believe that such cosmic refuse can have come together except by human means.The mildest and most cockney imagination conceives the place to be the scene of some war of giants. To me it is always associated with one idea, recurrent and at last instinctive. The scene was the scene of the stoning of some prehistoric prophet, a prophet as much more gigantic than after-prophets as the boulders are more gigantic than the pebbles. He spoke some words that seemed shameful and tremendous and the world, in terror, buried him under a wilderness of stones.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Distracted Preacher</image:title>
            <image:caption>I have never particularly felt it as a duty; and, besides, my first husband-- She stopped, and there was some confusion in her voice. Stockdale was so honest and unsophisticated that he did not at once discern why she paused: but at last he did perceive that the words were a slip, and that no woman would have uttered lsquo;first husband by accident unless she had thought pretty frequently of a second. He felt for her confusion, and allowed her time to recover and proceed. lsquo;My husband, she said, in a self-corrected tone, lsquo;used to know of their doings, and so did my father, and kept the secret. I cannot inform, in fact, against anybody. lsquo;I see the hardness of it, he continued, like a man who looked far into the moral of things. lsquo;And it is very cruel that you should be tossed and tantalized between your memories and your conscience. I do hope, Mrs. Newberry, that you will soon see your way out of this unpleasant position. lsquo;Well, I dont just now, she murmured. By this time they had passed over the wall and entered the house, where she brought him a glass and hot water, and left him to his own reflections. He looked after her vanishing form, asking himself whether he, as a respectable man, and a minister, and a shining light, even though as yet only of the halfpenny-candle sort, were quite justified in doing this thing.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Dunwich Horror</image:title>
            <image:caption>As the hills draw nearer, one heeds their wooded sides more than their stone- crowned tops. Those sides loom up so darkly and precipitously that one wishes they would keep their distance, but there is no road by which to escape them. Across a covered bridge one sees a small village huddled between the stream and the vertical slope of Round Mountain, and wonders at the cluster of rotting gambrel roofs bespeaking an earlier architectural period than that of the neighboring region.It is not reassuring to see, on a closer glance, that most of the houses are deserted and falling to ruin, and that the broken-steepled church now harbors the one slovenly mercantile establishment of the hamlet. One dreads to trust the tenebrous tunnel of the bridge, yet there is no way to avoid it. Once across, it is hard to prevent the impression of a faint, malign odor about the village street, as of the massed mold and decay of centuries. It is always a relief to get clear of the place, and to follow the narrow road around the base of the hills and across the level country beyond till it rejoins the Aylesbury pike. Afterward one sometimes learns that one has been through Dunwich.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Early History of the Airplane</image:title>
            <image:caption>Several years later we began building these helicopteres for ourselves, making each one larger than that preceding.
But, to our astonishment, we found that the larger the ldquo;batrdquo; the less it flew. We did not know that a machine having only twice the linear dimensions of another would require eight times the power. We finally because discouraged, and returned to kite-flying, a sport to which we had devoted so much attention that we were regarded as experts. But as we became older we had to give up this fascinating sport as unbecoming to boys of our ages.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Faith of Men</image:title>
            <image:caption>The kerosene can I set over the lamp, and to its nose I affixed a snout, and into the snout the bone that was like a gooseneck. I sent Moosu without to pound ice, while I connected the barrel of his gun with the gooseneck, and midway on the barrel I piled the ice he had pounded. And at the far end of the gun-barrel, beyond the pan of ice, I placed a small iron pot. When the brew was strong enough (and it was two days ere it could stand on its own legs), I filled the kerosene can with it, and lighted the wicks I had braided. ldquo;Now that all was ready, I spoke to Moosu. lsquo;Go forth, I said, lsquo;to the chief men of the village, and give them greeting, and bid them come into my igloo and sleep the night away with me and the gods. ldquo;The brew was singing merrily when they began shoving aside the skin flap and crawling in, and I was heaping cracked ice on the gun-barrel.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The First Book of Farming</image:title>
            <image:caption>Our object in reading and studying this book is to find out some facts that will help those of us who are thinking of going into farming and gardening as a business or recreation to start right, and will also help those of us that are already in the business to make our farms and gardens more productive. In order to make the book of greatest value to you, I would urge you not only to read and study it, but also to make the excursions suggested and to perform the experiments. In other words, it will be of much greater value to you if you will make the obser vations and investigations and find out for yourselves the important facts and principles rather than simply take statements of the book unquestioned</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Flying U Strikes</image:title>
            <image:caption>Big Butch without a doubt, he was thinking; Big Butch or one of his men, trying to get even for Cash Farley. Not even a wisp of smoke across the gulch gave a clue to his whereabouts, and to go back and search for him was worse than useless. He might be anywhere amongst the rocks and brush on the farther wall, and to reach him except with a bullet was practically impossible. No use saying anything to Weary about it, either. Might stir him up to want to go hunting the shooter and while they were getting into the gully and across to the other side, they would be easy targets. Chip had enough experience with that sort of thing to feel no desire whatever to make the attempt.
It was plain Weary had not heard the shot. ldquo;No more carcass hunting to-day,rdquo; he declared, misinterpreting Chips pause. ldquo;You couldnt get me down into another coulee on a bet. Ive got enough on my mind with them eighty-three we already counted. Come on. Well pick up them horses and hit for home. Thats work enough for to day, if you ask me.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Flying U&apos;s Last Stand</image:title>
            <image:caption>True, he was seldom disappointed in that. For the Happy Family looked upon the Flying U as home, and six months was about the limit for straying afar. Cowpunchers to the bone though they were, they bent backs over irrigating ditches and sweated in the hay fields just for the sake of staying together on the ranch. I cannot say that they did it uncomplainingly for the bunk house was saturated to the ridge-pole with their maledictions while they compared blistered hands and pitchfork callouses, and mourned the days that were gone; the days when they rode far and free and scorned any work that could not be done from the saddle. But they stayed, and they did the ranch work as well as the range work, which is the main point.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth</image:title>
            <image:caption>In the middle years of the nineteenth century there first became abundant in this strange world of ours a class of men, men tending for the most part to become elderly, who are called, and who are very properly called, but who dislike extremely to be calledrdquo;Scientists.rdquo; They dislike that word so much that from the columns of Nature, which was from the first their distinctive and characteristic paper, it is as carefully excluded as if it were that other word which is the basis of all really bad language in this country. But the Great Public and its Press know better, and ldquo;Scientistsrdquo; they are, and when they emerge to any sort of publicity, ldquo;distinguished scientistsrdquo; and ldquo;eminent scientistsrdquo; and ldquo;well-known scientistsrdquo; is the very least we call them. Certainly both Mr. Bensington and Professor Redwood quite merited any of these terms long before they came upon the marvellous discovery of which this story tells. Mr. Bensington was a Fellow of the Royal Society and a former president of the Chemical Society, and Professor Redwood was Professor of Physiology in the Bond Street College of the London University, and he had been grossly libelled by the anti vivisectionists time after time. And they had led lives of academic distinction from their very earliest youth.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Forged Coupon and Other Stories</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ivan Mironov, with tears in his eyes, implored Eugene Mihailovich over and over again to acknowledge the coupon he had given him, and the yard-porter to believe what he said, but it proved quite useless; they both insisted that they had never bought firewood from a peasant in the street. The policeman brought Ivan Mironov back to the police-station, and he was charged with forging the coupon. Only after taking the advice of a drunken office clerk in the same cell with him, and bribing the police officer with five roubles, did Ivan Mironov get out of jail, without the coupon, and with only seven roubles left out of the twenty-five he had the day before.
Of these seven roubles he spent three in the public-house and came home to his wife dead drunk, with a bruised and swollen face.
His wife was expecting a child, and felt very ill. She began to scold her husband; he pushed her away, and she struck him. Without answering a word he lay down on the plank and began to weep bitterly.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Golden Age</image:title>
            <image:caption>Above, the sky was bluest of the blue; wide pools left by the winters floods flashed the colour back, true and brilliant; and the soft air thrilled with the germinating touch that seemed to kindle something in my own small person as well as in the rash primrose already lurking in sheltered haunts. Out into the brimming sun-bathed world I sped, free of lessons, free of discipline and correction, for one day at least. My legs ran of themselves, and though I heard my name called faint and shrill behind, there was no stopping for me. It was only Harold, I concluded, and his legs, though shorter than mine, were good for a longer spurt than this. Then I heard it called again, but this time more faintly, with a pathetic break in the middle; and I pulled up short, recognising Charlottes plaintive note. She panted up anon, and dropped on the turf beside me. Neither had any desire for talk; the glow and the glory of existing on this perfect morning were satisfaction full and sufficient.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Guilty River</image:title>
            <image:caption>When we saw each other for the first time, my stepmother and I met necessarily as strangers. We were elaborately polite, and we each made a meritorious effort to appear at our ease. On her side, she found herself confronted by a young man, the new master of the house, who looked more like a foreigner than an Englishman who, when he was congratulated (in view of the approaching season) on the admirable preservation of his partridges and pheasants, betrayed an utter want of interest in the subject; and who showed no sense of shame in acknowledging that his principal amusements were derived from reading books, and collecting insects. How I must have disappointed Mrs. Roylake! and how considerately she hid from me the effect that I had produced!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Hash Knife Outfit: A Western Story</image:title>
            <image:caption>Shore is, Uncle,rdquo; he drawled, in the lazy voice he affected on occasions. ldquo;You wouldnt think were only a few weeks past that bloody fight...Gosh! when I think! Uncle, Ive told you a hundred times how Molly saved my life. It seems like a dream. Well, Im back home for this is home, Uncle. No work for weeks! No bossing that terrible bunch of cowboys! You so pleased with me though for the life of me I cant see why. Molly here for the winter to go to school and then to be my wife next spring. And Slinger Dunn getting well of those awful bullet wounds so fast. Its just too good to be true.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The History of Court Fools</image:title>
            <image:caption>I believe that a volume might be very respectably filled with illustrations of the identity of philosopher, or poet, and fool, in the sense of licensed court wit. My readers will probably be satisfied with a few rather than with a volume full of proofs. Thus, it will be remembered that it was rather a perilous matter to joke with or to convey rough truths to the mind of the great Alexander. But his favourite philosopher, the light-hearted Anaxarchus, was able to do both, with impunity. What a necessary but disagreeable truth did he impress on his royal master, when the latter was bleeding from a recently received wound. Ah! exclaimed the philosopher, pointing to the place, that shows that, after all, you are only a man, and not a god, as people call you, and as you would like to believe.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Hound of the Baskervilles</image:title>
            <image:caption>I can well remember driving up to his house in the evening some three weeks before the fatal event. He chanced to be at his hall door. I had descended from my gig and was standing infront of him, when I saw his eyes fix themselves over my shoulder and stare past me with an expression of the most dreadful horror. I whisked round and had just time to catch a glimpse of something which I took to be a large black calf passing at the head of the drive. So excited and alarmed was he that I was compelled to go down to the spot where the animal had been and look around for it. It was gone, however, and the incident appeared to make the worst impression upon his mind. I stayed with him all the evening, and it was on that occasion, to explain the emotion which he had shown, that he confided to my keeping that narrative which I read to you when first I came. I mention this small episode because it assumes some importance in view of the tragedy which followed, but I was convinced at the time that the matter was entirely trivial and that his excitement had no justification.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The House of Pride</image:title>
            <image:caption>And Percival Ford knew only disapproval of it all. He was irritated by the love-laugh of the woman, by the steersman with pillowed head on the white holoku, by the couples that walked on the beach, by the officers and women that danced, and by the voices of the singers singing of love, and his brother singing there with them under the hau tree. The woman that laughed especially irritated him. A curious train of thought was aroused. He was Isaac Fords son, and what had happened with Isaac Ford might happen with him. He felt in his cheeks the faint heat of a blush at the thought, and experienced a poignant sense of shame. He was appalled by what was in his blood. It was like learning suddenly that his father had been a leper and that his own blood might bear the taint of that dread disease. Isaac Ford, the austere soldier of the Lord the old hypocrite! What difference between him and any beach comber? The house of pride that Percival Ford had builded was tumbling about his ears.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The House Without A Key</image:title>
            <image:caption>He saw instead a quiet, well-furnished Boston office where at this very moment the typewriters were clicking amiably and the stock ticker was busily writing the story of another day. In a few hours there was a considerable difference of time the market would close and the men he knew would be piling into automobiles and heading for the nearest country club. A round of golf, then a calm, perfectly served dinner, and after that a quiet evening with a book. Life running along as it was meant to go, without rude interruption or disturbing incident; life devoid of ohia wood boxes, attic encounters, unwillingly witnessed love scenes, cousins with blackbirding pasts. Suddenly John Quincy remembered, this was the morning when he must look Dan Winterslip in the eye and tell him he had been a bit dilatory with his fists. Oh, well he straightened resolutely the sooner that was done, the better.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Human Drift</image:title>
            <image:caption>And the best of it is that he was right. Even after managing to get a few hundred miles with my four horses, I dont know how to drive one. Just the other day, swinging down a steep mountain road and rounding an abrupt turn, I came full tilt on a horse and buggy being driven by a woman up the hill. We could not pass on the narrow road, where was only a foot to spare, and my horses did not know how to back, especially uphill. About two hundred yards down the hill was a spot where we could pass. The driver of the buggy said she didnt dare back down because she was not sure of the brake. And as I didnt know how to tackle one horse, I didnt try it. So we unhitched her horse and backed down by hand..</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Incredulity of Father Brown</image:title>
            <image:caption>John Race appeared to be very thoughtful. lsquo;Youve told mea lot I didnt know, he said at last, lsquo;and I feel inclined to tell you the only thing you dont know. I can imagine how those fellows calculated well enough. They thought any man alive, waking up in a coffin to find himself canonized like a saint, and made into a walking miracle for everyone to admire, would be swept alongwith his worshippers and accept the crown of glory that fell on him out the sky. And I reckon their calculation was pretty practical psychology, as men go. Ive seen all sorts of men in all sorts of places; and I tell you frankly I dont believe theres one man in a thousand who could wake up like that with all his wits about him; and while he was still almost talking in his sleep, would have the sanity and the simplicity and the humility to He was much surprised to find himself moved, and his level voice wavering.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Innocence of Father Brown</image:title>
            <image:caption>Among the black and breaking groups in that distance wasone especially black which did not break--a group of two figures clerically clad. Though they seemed as small as insects, Valentin could see that one of them was much smaller than the other. Though the other had a students stoop and an inconspicuous manner, he could see that the man was well over six feet high. He shut his teeth and went forward, whirling his stick impatiently. By the time he had substantially diminished the distance and magnified the two black figures as in a vast microscope, he had perceived something else; something which startled him, and yet which he had somehow expected. Whoever was the tall priest, there could be no doubt about the identity of the short one. It was his friend of the Harwich train, the stumpy little cure of Essex whom he had warned about his Brown paper parcels. Now, so far as this went, everything fitted in finally and rationally enough.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Innocents Abroad</image:title>
            <image:caption>This book is a record of a pleasure trip. If it were a record of a solemn scientific expedition, it would have about it that gravity, that profundity, and that impressive incomprehensibility which are so proper to works of that kind, and withal so attractive. Yet notwithstanding it is only a record of a picnic, it has a purpose, which is to suggest to the reader how he would be likely to see Europe and the East if he looked at them with his own eyes instead of the eyes of those who traveled in those countries before him. I make small pretense of showing anyone how he ought to look at objects of interest beyond the sea other books do that, and therefore, even if I were competent to do it, there is no need.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Invisible Man</image:title>
            <image:caption>There were excited cries of ldquo;Hold him!rdquo; ldquo;Invisible!rdquo; and so forth, and a young fellow, a stranger in the place whose name did not come to light, rushed in at once, caught something, missed his hold, and fell over the constables prostrate body. Halfway across the road a woman screamed as something pushed by her; a dog, kicked apparently, yelped and ran howling into Huxters yard, and with that the transit of the Invisible Man was accomplished. For a space people stood amazed and gesticulating, and then came panic, and scattered them abroad through the village as a gust scatters dead leaves. But Jaffers lay quite still, face upward and knees bent, at the foot of the steps of the inn.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Island of Doctor Moreau</image:title>
            <image:caption>We drifted famishing, and, after our water had come to an end, tormented by an intolerable thirst, for eight days altogether. After the second day the sea subsided slowly to a glassy calm. It is quite impossible for the ordinary reader to imagine those eight days. He has not, luckily for himself, anything in his memory to imagine with. After the first day we said little to one another, and lay in our places in the boat and stared at the horizon, or watched, with eyes that grew larger and more haggard every day, the misery and weakness gaining upon our companions. The sun became pitiless. The water ended on the fourth day, and we were already thinking strange things and saying them with our eyes; but it was, I think, the sixth before Helmar gave voice to the thing we had all been thinking. I remember our voices were dry and thin, so that we bent towards one another and spared our words. I stood out against it with all my might, was rather for scuttling the boat and perishing together among the sharks that followed us; but when Helmar said that if his proposal was accepted we should have drink, the sailor came round to him.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Island of Sheep</image:title>
            <image:caption>Lombard had come out to East Africa as secretary to a Government Commission, a Commission which he very soon manipulated as he pleased. I met him there when I was sent up on a prospecting job. He was very young then, not more than twenty-five, and he was in his first years at the Bar. He had been at one of the lesser public schools and at Cambridge, had been a good scholar, and was as full as he could hold of books. I remembered our first meeting in a cold camp on the Uasin Gishu plateau, when he quoted and translated a Greek line about the bitter little wind before dawn. But he never paraded his learning, for his desire was to be in complete harmony with his surroundings, and to look very much the pioneer. Those were the old days in East Africa, before the lsquo;Happy Valley and the remittance man and settlers who wanted self-government, and peoples hopes were high. He was full of the heroes of the past, like Roddy Owen and Vandeleur and the Portals, and, except that he was a poor horseman, he had something in common with them.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Ladies Delight</image:title>
            <image:caption>As all Infants, especially of the Female Sex, are much delighted with Fruit, so as their Years and other Appetites increase, no Wonder if that increases too. Both Men and Beasts have some-thing or another, for which they are esteemd; so ye being in a particular manner Happy in this Talent, may securely laugh, while ye daily grow in the Ladies Favour, and spread your Branches over all the Kingdom: Many a hopeful Stick of Wood has been producd by this glorious Tree, who after they had pissd their Estates against the Wall (as the good Housewives term it) have by the Strength of true Hibernian Prowess raisd themselves to the Favour of some fair Virtuoso, and being by her placd in a Hot bed, have been restord to their pristine Strength, and flourishd again; and like true Heroes, not envying the busy World, have been content to spend the remainder of their Days in an obscure Nook of the World.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Jungle Book</image:title>
            <image:caption>They never meant to do any more the Bandar log never mean anything at all; but one of them invented what seemed to him a brilliant idea, and he told all the others that Mowgli would be a useful person to keep in the tribe, because he could weave sticks together for protection from the wind; so, if they caught him, they could make him teach them. Of course Mowgli, as a woodcutters child, inherited all sorts of instincts, and used to make little huts of fallen branches without thinking how he came to do it. The Monkey-People, watching in the trees, considered his play most wonderful. This time, they said, they were really going to have a leader and become the wisest people in the jungle so wise that everyone else would notice and envy them. Therefore they followed Baloo and Bagheera and Mowgli through the jungle very quietly till it was time for the midday nap, and Mowgli, who was very much ashamed of himself, slept between the Panther and the Bear, resolving to have no more to do with the Monkey People.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Land of the Blue Flower</image:title>
            <image:caption>In the midst of its space and splendor the little King Amor lived alone but for the companionship of the Ancient One and a servant as old as himself. But they knew a secret which had kept them young in spite of the years they had passed through. They knew that they were the brothers of all things in the world, and that the man who never knows an angered or evil thought can never know a foe. They were strong and straight and wise, and the wildest creature stopped to give them greeting as it passed, and they understood its language when it spoke.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Legend of Sleepy Hollow</image:title>
            <image:caption>When school hours were over, he was even the companion and playmate of the larger boys; and on holiday afternoons would convoy some of the smaller ones home, who happened to have pretty sisters, or good housewives for mothers, noted for the comforts of the cupboard. Indeed, it behooved him to keep on good terms with his pupils. The revenue arising from his school was small, and would have been scarcely sufficient to furnish him with daily bread, for he was a huge feeder, and, though lank, had the dilating powers of an anaconda; but to help out his maintenance, he was, according to country custom in those parts, boarded and lodged at the houses of the farmers whose children he instructed. With these he lived successively a week at a time, thus going the rounds of the neighborhood, with all his worldly effects tied up in a cotton handkerchief.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Lust of Hate</image:title>
            <image:caption>The man had a peculiar knack of his own, and, what was more, he was as hard as whalebone and almost as pliable. However he had not the advantage of the training I had had, nor was he as powerful a man. I let him have it straight from the shoulder as often and as hard as he would take it, and three times he measured his full length in the dust. Each time he came up with a fresh mark upon his face, and I can tell you the sight did me good. My blood was thoroughly afire by this time, and the only thing that could cool it was the touch of his face against my fist. At last I caught him on the point of the jaw and he went down all of a heap and lay like a log, just as he had fallen, breathing heavily. The overseer went across to him, and kneeling by his side, lifted his head.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes</image:title>
            <image:caption>A desperate attempt at robbery, culminating in the death of one man and the capture of the criminal, occurred this afternoon in the City. For some time back Mawson amp; Williams, the famous financial house, have been the guardians of securities which amount in the aggregate to a sum of considerably over a million sterling. So conscious was the manager of the responsibility which devolved upon him in consequence of the great interests at stake that safes of the very latest construction have been employed, and an armed watchman has been left day and night in the building. It appears that last week a new clerk named Hall Pycroft was engaged by the firm. This person appears to have been none other than Beddington, the famous forger and cracksman, who, with his brother, had only recently emerged from a five years spell of penal servitude. By some means, which are not yet clear, he succeeded in winning, under a false name, this official position in the office, which he utilized in order to obtain moulding of various locks, and a thorough knowledge of the position of the strong room and the safes.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Mystery of Angelina Frood</image:title>
            <image:caption>It was very unsatisfactory. Her appearance was consistent with all kinds of unpleasant possibilities, as was also the strange atmosphere of secrecy about the whole affair. Nor was the attitude of that ill favoured man whom I could see in the glass, still sitting hunched up with his face buried in his hands, at all reassuring. And gradually my attention began to focus itself upon the cloak which covered the womans body and was drawn around her neck up to her chin. Did that cloak conceal anything? It seemed incredible, seeing that they had sent for a doctor. But the behaviour of everybody concerned was incredibly irrational. I produced my stethoscope, which was fitted with a diaphragm that enabled one to hear through the clothing, and, drawing the cloak partly aside, applied the chestpiece over the heart. On this the patient opened her eyes and made a movement of her hand towards the upper part of the cloak. I listened carefully to her heart which was organically sound, though a good deal disordered in action and moved the stethoscope once or twice, drawing aside the cloak by degrees. Finally, with a somewhat quick movement, I turned it back completely.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Parowan Bonanza</image:title>
            <image:caption>To those who do not know the desert, the word usually conjures a picture of hot, waterless wastes of sand made desolate by sparse, withered gray sage more depressing than no growth at all; blighted by rattlesnakes and scorpions and the bleached bones of men from which lean coyotes go skulking away in the brazen heat that comes with the dawn; a place where men go mad with thirst and die horribly, babbling the while of mountain brooks and the cool blur of lakes shining blue in the distance, painted treacherously there by the desert mirage. Sometimes the desert is like that in certain places and at certain seasons of the year, but the men who know it best forgive the desert its trespasses, and love it for its magnificent distances, always beautiful, always changing their panorama of lights and shadows on uptilted mesas and deep, gray-green valleys. Such men yield to the thrall of desert sorcery that paints wonderful, translucent tints of blue, violet and purple on all the mountains there against the sky. They love the desert nights when the stars come down in friendly fashion to gaze tranquilly upon them as they sit beside their camp fires and smoke and dream, and see rapturous visions of great wealth born of that mental mirage which is but another bit of desert enchantment.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Pat Hobby Stories</image:title>
            <image:caption>The ensuing week was the toughest in his life not even a moment to make a pass at Katherine Hodge. Gradually with many creaks, his battered hulk got in motion. Benzedrine and great drafts of coffee woke him in the morning, whiskey anesthetized him at night. Into his feet crept an old neuritis and as his nerves began to crackle he developed a hatred against Reneacute; Wilcox, which served him as a sort of ersatz fuel. He was going to finish the script by himself and hand it to Berners with the statement that Wilcox had not contributed a single line. But it was too much Pat was too far gone. He blew up when he was half through and went on a twenty-four-hour bat and next morning arrived back at the studio to find a message that Mr. Berners wanted to see the script at four. Pat was in a sick and confused state when his door opened and Reneacute; Wilcox came in with a typescript in one hand, and a copy of Berners note in the other.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Penrose Mystery</image:title>
            <image:caption>He held out the coffee-pot engagingly towards the small gentleman, who thereupon laid the watch down tenderly, removed the eye-glass from his eye and smiled. And I found Mr. Poltons smile almost as astonishing as the other gentlemans vocabulary. It was the most amazingly wrinkly smile that I have ever seen, but yet singularly genial and pleasant. And here I may remark that this amiable little gentleman was for some time a profound mystery to me. I could make nothing of him. I could not place him socially or otherwise. By his appearance, he might in different raiment have been a dignitary of the Church. His deferential manner suggested some superlative kind of manservant, but his hands and his comprehensive and inexhaustible knowledge of the products of the ancient crafts hinted at the dealer or expert collector. It was only after I had known him some months that the mystery was resolved through the medium of a legal friend, as will be related in due course.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Poetics of Aristotle</image:title>
            <image:caption>I propose to treat of Poetry in itself and of its various kinds, noting the essential quality of each; to inquire into the structure of the plot as requisite to a good poem; into the number and nature of the parts of which a poem is composed; and similarly into whatever else falls within the same inquiry. Following, then, the order of nature, let us begin with the principles which come first. Epic poetry and Tragedy, Comedy also and Dithyrambic: poetry, and the music of the flute and of the lyre in most of their forms, are all in their general conception modes of imitation. They differ, however, from one: another in three respects, the medium, the objects, the manner or mode of imitation, being in each case distinct.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Prince</image:title>
            <image:caption>The remaining years of Machiavellis official career were filled with events arising out of the League of Cambrai, made in 1508 between the three great European powers already mentioned and the pope, with the object of crushing the Venetian Republic. This result was attained in the battle of Vaila, when Venice lost in one day all that she had won in eight hundred years. Florence had a difficult part to play during these events, complicated as they were by the feud which broke out between the pope and the French, because friendship with France had dictated the entire policy of the Republic. When, in 1511, Julius 2 finally formed the Holy League against France, and with the assistance of the Swiss drove the French out of Italy, Florence lay at the mercy of the Pope, and had to submit to his terms, one of which was that the Medici should be restored. The return of the Medici to Florence on 1st September 1512, and the consequent fall of the Republic, was the signal for the dismissal of Machiavelli and his friends, and thus put an end to his public career, for, as we have seen, he died without regaining office.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Professor&apos;s House</image:title>
            <image:caption>The moving was over and done. Professor St. Peter was alone in the dismantled house where he had lived ever since his marriage, where he had worked out his career andbrought up his two daughters. It was almost as ugly as it is possible for a house to be; square, three stories in height, painted the colour of ashes the front porch just too narrow for comfort, with a slanting floor and sagging steps. As he walked slowly about the empty, echoing rooms on that bright September morning, the Professor regarded thoughtfully the needless inconveniences he had put up with for so long; the stairs that were too steep, the halls that were too cramped, the awkward oak mantles with thick round posts crowned by bumptious wooden balls, over green tiled fire-places.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Prophet</image:title>
            <image:caption>Deep is your longing for the land of your memories and the dwelling place of your greater desires; and our love would not bind you nor our needs hold you.nbsp;Yet this we ask ere you leave us, that you speak to us and give us of your truth. And we will give it unto our children, and they unto their children, and it shall not perish. In your aloneness you have watched with our days, and in your wakefulness you have listened to the weeping and the laughter of our sleep.
Now therefore disclose us to ourselves, and tell us all that has been shown you of that which is between birth and death. And he answered, People of Orphalese, of what can I speak save of that which is even now moving within your souls? Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Puzzle Lock</image:title>
            <image:caption>He ran his finger down the list of names and had just turned to the account of one of the customers when we were startled by a loud click from the direction of the strong-room. We both turned sharply and beheld Thorndyke grasping the handle of the strong room door, and I saw with amazement that the door was now slightly ajar. ldquo;God!rdquo; exclaimed Miller, shutting the ledger and starting forward, ldquo;hes got it open!rdquo; He strode over to the door, and directing an eager look at the indicator of the lock, burst into a laugh. ldquo;Well, Im hanged!rdquo; he exclaimed. ldquo;Why, it was unlocked all the time! To think that none of us had the sense to tug the handle! But isnt it just like old Luttrell to have a fools answer like that to the blessed puzzle!rdquo; I looked at the indicator, not a little astonished to observe the row of fifteen As, which apparently formed the key combination. It may have been a very amusing joke on Mr. Luttrells part, but it did not look very secure. Thorndyke regarded us with an inscrutable glance and still grasped the handle, holding the door a bare half-inch open.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Red Thumb Mark</image:title>
            <image:caption>Now this report, as you may suppose, made me excessively angry, and I wanted to have it out with Reuben then and there. But Walter refused to sanction this there was no use in making a scene he said and he insisted that the caution was given to me in strict confidence; so what was I to do? I tried to ignore it and treat Reuben as I always had done, but this I found impossible; my womanly pride was much too deeply hurt. And yet I felt it the lowest depth of meanness to harbour such thoughts of him without giving him the opportunity to defend himself. And although it was most unlike Reuben in some respects, it was very like him in others; for he has always expressed the utmost contempt for men who marry for a livelihood. So I have remained on the horns of a dilemma and am there still. What do you think I ought to have done?</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Road To Oxiana</image:title>
            <image:caption>&apos;A northerly wind flecks the sapphire sea with white, and has silenced those exuberant Jews below. Yesterday we sailed past the Ionian Islands. The familiar shores looked arid and unpeopled, but invincibly beautiful through the rosy air. At the south-west corner of Greece we turned east, passed Kalamata in its bay, and came to Cape Matapan, which I last saw from Taygetus outlined by the distant sea as though on a map. The rocky faces turned to ruddy gold, the shadows to a gauzy blue. The sun sank, Greece became a ragged silhouette, and the southernmost lighthouse of Europe began to wink. Round the corner, in the next bay, twinkled the electricity of Gytheion.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Romance of Lust</image:title>
            <image:caption>There were three of us Mary, Eliza, and myself. I was approaching fifteen, Mary was about a year younger, and Eliza between twelve and thirteen years of age. Mamma treated us all as children, and was blind to the fact that I was no longer what I had been. Although not tall for my age, nor outwardly presenting a manly appearance, my passions were awakening, and the distinctive feature of my sex, although in repose it looked magnificent enough, was very sufficiently developed when under the influence of feminine excitement.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Scandal Of Father Brown</image:title>
            <image:caption>Then came the Great Scandal, by which her friends and enemies were horrified beyond their wildest hopes. Her name was coupled (as the queer phrase goes) with a literary man living in Mexico; in status an American, but in spirit a very Spanish American. Unfortunately his vices resembled her virtues, in being good copy. He was no less a person than the famous or infamous Rudel Romanes; the poet whose works had been so universally popularized by being vetoed by libraries or prosecuted by the police. Anyhow, her pure and placid star was seen in conjunction with this comet. He was of the sort to be compared to a comet, being hairy and hot; the first in his portraits, the second in his poetry. He was also destructive; the comets tail was a trail of divorces, which some called his success as a lover and some his prolonged failure as a husband. It was hard on Hypatia; there are disadvantages in conducting the perfect private life in public; like a domestic interior in a shop-window. Interviewers reported doubtful utterances about Loves Larger Law of Supreme Self-Realization. The Pagans applauded.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Scarlet Letter</image:title>
            <image:caption>Planted deep, in the towns earliest infancy and childhood, by these two earnest and energetic men, the race has ever since subsisted here; always, too, in respectability; never, so far as I have known, disgraced by a single unworthy member; but seldom or never, on the other hand, after the first two generations, performing any memorable deed, or so much as putting forward a claim to public notice. Gradually, they have sunk almost out of sight; as old houses, here and there about the streets, get covered half-way to the eaves by the accumulation of new soil. From father to son, for above a hundred years, they followed the sea; a grayheaded shipmaster, in each generation, retiring from the quarter-deck to the homestead, while a boy of fourteen took the hereditary place before the mast, confronting the salt spray and the gale, which had blustered against his sire and grandsire. The boy, also, in due time, passed from the forecastle to the cabin, spent a tempestuous manhood, and returned from his world-wanderings, to grow old, and die, and mingle his dust with the natal earth.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Scarlet Pimpernel</image:title>
            <image:caption>A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate. The hour, some little time before sunset, and the place, the West Barricade, at the very spot where, a decade later, a proud tyrant raised an undying monument to the nations glory and his own vanity. During the greater part of the day the guillotine had been kept busy at its ghastly work: all that France had boasted of in the past centuries, of ancient names, and blue blood, had paid toll to her desire for liberty and for fraternity. The carnage had only ceased at this late hour of the day because there were other more interesting sights for the people to witness, a little while before the final closing of the barricades for the night.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Scarlet Plague</image:title>
            <image:caption>The way led along upon w what had once been the embankment Thof a railroad. But no train had run upon it for many years. The forest on either side swelled up the slopes of the embankment and Thcrested across it in a green wave of trees and bushes. The trail was as narrow as a mans body, and was no more than a wildanimal runway. Occasionally, a piece of rusty iron, showing through the forest-mould, advertised that the rail and the ties still remained. In one place, a ten-inch tree, bursting through at a connection, ftThhad lifted the end of a rail clearly into view. The tie had evidently followed the rail, held to it by the spike long enough for its bed to be filled with gravel and rotten leaves, so that now the crumbling, rotten timber thrust itself up at a curious slant. Old as the road was, it was manifest that it had been of the mono rail type.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Sea-Gull</image:title>
            <image:caption>The scene is laid in the park on Sorins estate. A broad avenue of trees leads away from the audience toward a lake which lies lost in the depths of the park. The avenue is obstructed by a rough stage, temporarily erected for the performance of amateur theatricals, and which screens the lake from view. There is a dense growth of bushes to the left and right of the stage. A few chairs and a little table are placed in front of the stage. The sun has just set. Jacob and some other workmen are heard hammering and coughing on the stage behind the lowered curtain.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Secret Garden</image:title>
            <image:caption>During the confusion and bewilderment of the second day Mary hid herself in the nursery and was forgotten by everyone. Nobody thought of her, nobody wanted her, and strange things happened of which she knew nothing. Mary alternately cried and slept through the hours. She only knew that people were ill and that she heard mysterious and frightening sounds. Once she crept into the dining-room and found it empty, though a partly finished meal was on the table and chairs and plates looked as if they had been hastily pushed back when the diners rose suddenly for some reason. The child ate some fruit and biscuits, and being thirsty she drank a glass of wine which stood nearly filled. It was sweet, and she did not know how strong it was. Very soon it made her intensely drowsy, and she went back to her nursery and shut herself in again, frightened by cries she heard in the huts and by the hurrying sound of feet.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Secret Of Father Brown</image:title>
            <image:caption>Father Brown was soon established in the family circle, which was quite large enough to give the general sense of company or a community. He was introduced to the big wooden images of the Three Kings, of painted and gilded wood, who bring the gifts to the children at Christmas; for Spain is a country where the affairs of the children bulk large in the life of the home.
He was introduced to the dog and the cat and the live stock on the farm. But he was also, as it happened, introduced to one neighbour who, like himself, had brought into that valley the garb and manners of distant lands.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Shadow Of The Wolf</image:title>
            <image:caption>About half-past eight on a fine, sunny June morning a small yacht crept out of Sennen Cove, near the Lands End, and headed for the open sea. On the shelving beach of the Cove two women and a man, evidently visitors (or ldquo;foreigners,rdquo; to use the local term), stood watching her departure with valedictory waving of cap or handkerchief; and the boatman who had put the crew on board, aided by two of his comrades, was hauling his boat up above the tide-mark.
A light northerly breeze filled the yachts sails and drew her gradually seaward. The figures of her crew dwindled to the size of a dolls, shrank with the increasing distance to the magnitude of insects, and at last, losing all individuality, became mere specks merged in the form of the fabric that bore them. At this point the visitors turned their faces inland and walked away up the beach, and the boatman, having opined that ldquo;she be fetchin a tidy offing,rdquo; dismissed the yacht from his mind and reverted to the consideration of a heap of netting and some invalid lobster-pots.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Sheltered Life</image:title>
            <image:caption>Nothing, except the weather report or a general maxim of conduct, is so unsafe to rely upon as a theory of fiction. Every great novel has broken many conventions. The greatest of all novels defies every formula; and only Mr. Percy Lubbock believes that War and Peace would be greater if it were another and an entirely different book. By this I do not mean to question Mr. Lubbocks critical insight. The Craft of Fiction is the best work in its limited field, and it may be studied to advantage by any novelist. In the first chapters there is a masterly analysis of War and Peace. Yet, after reading this with appreciation, I still think that Tolstoy was the best judge of what his book was about and of how long it should be.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Sign of the Four</image:title>
            <image:caption>My brother and I,rdquo; said he, ldquo;were, as you may imagine, much excited as to the treasure which my father had spoken of. For weeks and for months we dug and delved in every part of the garden, without discovering its whereabouts. It was maddening to think that the hiding-place was on his very lips at the moment that he died. We could judge the splendor of the missing riches by the chaplet which he had taken out. Over this chaplet my brother Bartholomew and I had some little discussion. The pearls were evidently of great value, and he was averse to part with them, for, between friends, my brother was himself a little inclined to my fathers fault. He thought, too, that if we parted with the chaplet it might give rise to gossip and finally bring us into trouble. It was all that I could do to persuade him to let me find out Miss Morstans address and send her a detached pearl at fixed intervals, so that at least she might never feel destitute.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Singing Bone</image:title>
            <image:caption>A surprising amount of nonsense has been talked about conscience. On the one hand remorse (or the ldquo;again-bite,rdquo; as certain scholars of ultra-Teutonic leanings would prefer to call it); on the other hand ldquo;an easy consciencerdquo;: these have been accepted as the determining factors of happiness or the reverse. Of course there is an element of truth in the ldquo;easy consciencerdquo; view, but it begs the whole question. A particularly hardy conscience may be quite easy under the most unfavourable conditions conditions in which the more feeble conscience might be severely afflicted with the ldquo;again-bite.rdquo; d, then, it seems to be the fact that some fortunate persons have no conscience at all; a negative gift that raises them above the mental vicissitudes of the common herd of humanity.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Son of the Wolf</image:title>
            <image:caption>lsquo;Carmen wont last more than a couple of days. Mason spat out a chunk of ice and surveyed the poor animal ruefully, then put her foot in his mouth and proceeded to bite out the ice which clustered cruelly between the toes. lsquo;I never saw a dog with a highfalutin name that ever was worth a rap, he said, as he concluded his task and shoved her aside. lsquo;ThThey just fade away and die under the responsibility. Did ye ever see one go wrong with a sensible name like Cassiar, Siwash, or Husky? No, sir! Take a look at Shookum here, hes  Snap! ThThe lean brute flflashed up, the white teeth just missing Masons throat. lsquo;Ye will, will ye? A shrewd clout behind the ear with the butt of the dog whip stretched the animal in the snow, quivering softftly, a yellow slaver dripping from its fangs.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Sport of the Gods</image:title>
            <image:caption>Whom the Gods wish to destroy they first make mad. The first sign of the demoralisation of the provincial who comes to New York is his pride at his insensibility to certain impressions which used to influence him at home. First, he begins to scoff, and there is no truth in his views nor epth in his laugh. But by and by, from mere pretending, it becomes real. He grows callous. After that he goes to the devil very cheerfully.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Stoneware Monkey</image:title>
            <image:caption>The profession of medicine has a good many drawbacks in the way of interrupted meals, disturbed nights and long and strenuous working hours. But it has its compensations, for a doctors life is seldom a dull life. Compared, for instance, with that of a civil servant or a bank official, it abounds in variety of experience and surroundings, to say nothing of the intrinsic interest of the work in its professional aspects. And then it may happen at any moment that the medical practitioners duties may lead him into the very heart of a drama or a tragedy or bring him into intimate contact with crime.
Not that the incident which I am about to describe was, in the first place, directly connected with my professional duties. The initial experience might have befallen anyone. But it was my medical status that enlarged and completed that experience.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Subjection of Women</image:title>
            <image:caption>The very words necessary to express the task I have undertaken, show how arduous it is. But it would be a mistake to suppose that the difficulty of the case must lie in the insufficiency or obscurity of the grounds of reason on which my conviction rests. The difficulty is that which exists in all cases in which there is a mass of feeling to be contended against. So long as an opinion is strongly rooted in the feelings, it gains rather than loses in stability by having a preponderating weight of argument against it. For if it were accepted as a result of argument, the refutation of the argument might shake the solidity of the conviction; but when it rests solely on feeling, the worse it fares in argumentative contest, the more persuaded its adherents are that their feeling must have some deeper ground, which the arguments do not reach; and while the feeling remains, it is always throwing up fresh intrenchments of argument to repair any breach made in the old.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Time Machine</image:title>
            <image:caption>I told some of you last Thursday of the principles of the Time Machine, and showed you the actual thing itself, incomplete in the workshop. There it is now, a little travel-worn, truly; and one of the ivory bars is cracked, and a brass rail bent; but the rest of its sound enough. I expected to finish it on Friday; but on Friday, when the putting together was nearly done, I found that one of the nickel bars was exactly one inch too short, and this I had to get remade; so that the thing was not complete until this morning. It was at ten oclock today that the first of all Time Machines began its career. I gave it a last tap, tried all the screws again, put one more drop of oil on the quartz rod, and sat myself in the saddle. I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then. I took the starting lever in one hand and the stopping one in the other, pressed the first, and almost immediately the second. I seemed to reel; I felt a nightmare sensation of falling; and, looking round, I saw the laboratory exactly as before. Had anything happened? For a moment I suspected that my intellect had tricked me. Then I noted the clock. A moment before, as it seemed, it had stood at a minute or so past ten; now it was nearly half-past three!.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Unknown Life of Jesus Christ</image:title>
            <image:caption>After the Turkish War (1877-1878) I made a series of travels in the Orient. From the little remarkable Balkan peninsula, I went across the Caucasus to Central Asia and Persia, and finally, in 1887, visited India, an admirable countr y which had attracted me from my earliest childhood. My purpose in this journey was to study and know, at home, the peoples who inhabit India and their customs, the grand and mysterious archaelig;ology, and the colossal and majestic nature of their countr y. Wandering about without fixed plans, from one place to another, I came to mountainous Afghanistan, whence I regained India by way of the picturesque passes of Bolan and Guernaiuml;. Then, going up the Indus to Raval Pindi, I ran over the Pendjab the land of the five rivers; visited the Golden Temple of Amritsa the tomb of the King of Pendjab, Randjid Singh, near Lahore; and turned toward Kachmyr, ldquo;The Valley of Eternal Bliss.rdquo; Thence I directed my peregrinations as my curiosity impelled me, until I arrived in Ladak, whence I intended returning to Russia by way of Karakoroum and Chinese Turkestan.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Voyage Out</image:title>
            <image:caption>At this point the cab stopped, for it was in danger of being crushed like an egg shell. The wide Embankment which had had room for cannonballs and squadrons, had now shrunk to a cobbled lane steaming with smells of malt and oil and blocked by waggons. While her husband read the placards pasted on the brick announcing the hours at which certain ships would sail for Scotland, Mrs. Ambrose did her best to find information. From a world exclusively occupied in feeding waggons with sacks, half obliterated too in a fine yellow fog, they got neither help nor attention. It seemed a miracle when an old man approached, guessed their condition, and proposed to row them out to their ship in the little boat which he kept moored at the bottom of a flight of steps. With some hesitation they trusted themselves to him, took their places, and were soon waving up and down upon the water, London having shrunk to two lines of buildings on either side of them, square buildings and oblong buildings placed in rows like a childs avenue of bricks.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The War of the Worlds</image:title>
            <image:caption>No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than mans and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do the same. No one gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of human danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as impossible or improbable. It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of those departed days. At most terrestrial men fancied there might be other men upon Mars, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary enterprise. Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us. And early in the twentieth century came the great disillusionment.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Way of Peace</image:title>
            <image:caption>Meditation centered upon divine realities is the very essence and soul of prayer. It is the silent reaching of the soul toward the Eternal. Mere petitionary prayer without meditation is a body without a soul, and is powerless to lift the mind and heart above sin and affliction. If you are daily praying for wisdom, for peace, for loftier purity and a fuller realization of Truth, and that for which you pray is still far from you, it means that you are praying for one thing while living out in thoughtnbsp; and act another. If you will cease from such waywardness, taking your mind off those things the selfish clinging to which debars you from the possession of the stainless realities for which you pray: if you will no longer ask God to grant you that which you do not deserve, or to bestow upon you that love and compassion which you refuse to bestow upon others, but will commence to think and act in the spirit of Truth, you will day by day be growing into those realities, so that ultimately you will become one with them.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Theo: A Sprightly Love Story</image:title>
            <image:caption>A heavy curtain of yellow fog rolled and drifted over the waste of beach, and rolled and drifted over the sea, and beneath the curtain the tide was coming in at Downport, and two pair of eyes were watching it. Both pair of eyes watched it from the same place, namely, from the shabby sitting-room of the shabby residence of David North, Esq., lawyer, and both watched it without any motive, it seemed, unless that the dull gray waves and their dull moaning were not out of accord with the watchers feelings. One pair of eyes a youthful, discontented black pair watched it steadily, never turning away, as their owner stood in the deep, old-fashioned window, with both elbows resting upon the broad sill; but the other pair only glanced up now and then, almost furtively, from the piece of work Miss Pamela North, spinster, held in her slender, needle worn fingers.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Totem and Taboo</image:title>
            <image:caption>I am fully aware of the shortcomings in these essays. I shall not touch upon those which are characteristic of first efforts at investigation. The others, however, demand a word of explanation. The four essays which are here collected will be of interest to a wide circle of educated people, but they can only be thoroughly understood and judged by those who are really acquainted with psychoanalysis a such. It is hoped that they may serve as a bond between students of ethnology, philology, folklore and of the allied sciences, and psychoanalysts; they cannot, however, supply both groups the entire requisites for such co-operation. They will not furnish the former with sufficient insight into the new psychological technique, nor will the psychoanalysts acquire through them an adequate command over the material to be elaborated. Both groups will have to content themselves with whatever attention they can stimulate here and there and with the hope that frequent meetings between them will not remain unproductive for science.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Through the Looking-Glass</image:title>
            <image:caption>Now, if youll only attend, Kitty, and not talk so much, Ill tell you all my ideas about Looking-glass House. First, theres the room you can see through the glass thats just the same as our drawing room, only the things go the other way. I can see all of it when I get upon a chair all but the bit behind the fireplace. Oh! I do so wish I could see that bit! I want so much to know whether theyve a fire in the winter: you never can tell, you know, unless our fire smokes, and then smoke comes up in that room too but that may be only pretence, just to make it look as if they had a fire. Well then, the books are something like our books, only the words go the wrong way; I know that, because Ive held up one of our books to the glass, and then they hold up one in the other room.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Treatise on the Diseases of Women</image:title>
            <image:caption>Rules to be Obser ved. A few rules should be carefully followed during each menstruation, in order that future trouble may be prevented. First of all, it is necessar y to avoid taking cold; yet a person should not stay in the house by the side of a fire, or in a warm room all the time, for this would increase the susceptibility to cold.
Care should be taken to avoid undue exposure, for nothing will disturb the menstrual process quicker than the sudden chilling of the body, especially when moist with perspiration. Intense mental excitement should be avoided, also. If the young girl is at school, she should be told to studynbsp;more lightly at this time; while any great excitement of any kind, as giving way to anger, or extreme merriment, should be avoided.
The feeling of debility and depression which usually accompanies this time is a gentle warning by nature that the body should remain quiet and at rest.
It is natural for many persons to be especially depressed at this time; an effort should be made by those who understand the situation to make ever ything as agreeable and pleasant as possible to the sufferer.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Two Stories by Mark Twain</image:title>
            <image:caption>I had not been thinking about her; there was nothing to suggest her to me, nothing to bring her to my mind; in fact, to me she had long ago ceased to exist, and had disappeared from my consciousness. But I knew her instantly; and I saw her so clearly that I was able to note some of the particulars of her dress, and did note them, and they remained in my mind.I was impatient for her to come. In the midst of the hand-shakings I snatched glimpses of her and noted her progress with the slow-moving file across the end of the room; then I saw her start up the side, and this gave me a full front view of her face. I saw her last when she was within twenty-five feet of me. For an hour I kept thinking she must still be in the room somewhere and would come at last, but I was disappointed.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>White Fang</image:title>
            <image:caption>They did not remain in one place, but travelled acrosscountry until they regained the Mackenzie River, down which they slowly went, leaving it often to hunt game along the small streams that entered it, but always returning to it again. Sometimes they chanced upon other wolves, usually in pairs; but there was no friendliness of intercourse displayed on either side, no gladness at meeting, no desire to return to the packformation. Several times they encountered solitary wolves.
These were always males, and they were pressingly insistent on joining with One Eye and his mate. This he resented, and when she stood shoulder to shoulder with him, bristling and showing her teeth, the aspiring solitary ones would back off, turn-tail, and continue on their lonely way.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>We Philologists</image:title>
            <image:caption>To what a great extent men are ruled by pure hazard, and how little reason itself enters into the question, is sufficiently shown by observing how few people have any real capacity for their professions and callings, and how many square pegs there are in round holes: happy and well chosen instances are quite exceptional, like happy marriages, and even these latter are not brought about by reason. A man chooses his calling before he is fitted to exercise his faculty of choice. He does not know the number of different callings and professions that exist; he does not know himself; and then he wastes his years of activity in this calling, applies all his mind to it, and becomes experienced and practical. When, afterwards, his understanding has become fully developed, it is generally too late to start something new; for wisdom on earth has almost always had something of the weakness of old age and lack of vigour about it.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Nutuk</image:title>
            <image:caption>Durumun dehşet ve korkunçluğu karşısında, her yerde, her bÖlgede birtakım kimseler tarafından kurtuluş çareleri düşünülmeye başlanmıştı. Bu düşünce ile yapılan teşebbüsler birtakım kuruluşları doğurdu. Örnek olarak, Edirne ve çevresinde Trakya - Paşaeli adıyla bir dernek vardı. Doğuda Erzurumda ve Elazığda Rele genel merkezi İstanbulda olmak üzere Vilayat-ı Şarkiye Müdafaa-i hukuk-ı Milliye Cemiyeti kurulmuştu. Trabzonda Muhafaza-i Hukuk adında bir dernek bulunduğu gibi, İstanbulda da Trabzon ve HaValisi Adem-i Merkeziyet Cemiyeti vardı. Bu dernek merkezinin gÖnderdiği temsilcilerle, Of ilçesinde ve Rize sancağında da şubeler açılmıştı.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Eylül</image:title>
            <image:caption>Öyle ise karar vermemek için çok zahmet çekmeyeceksiniz... Ben de yenilik gerçek zannettimdi... Bizde bu züğürtlük varken... BÖyle sÖylenilir, sÖylenilir, birçok tatlı hayaller kurulur, -gülerek Süreyyaya, Necipe bakıyordu sonra vazgeçilir, değil mi? Zaten bundan kolay şey mi olur? Ağabeyim malum ya, evvela bir heves, bir heves... üstüne uyku... O Parise de bÖyle gidip gelmedi miydi?rdquo; Suat bu lakırdıların arasında hep kendi kendine: ldquo;Ah akşam olsa!rdquo; diyordu. Akşam üstü hepsini kanırıp yola çıkardı. Fakat son tren gelip de dadısının çıkmadığını gÖrünce canı pek sıkıldı; o kadar yalvardığı halde babasının belki aldırmayacağını düşünerek kızıyordu. Dadısı ertesi akşam, Öbür akşam da gelmedi; Suat her gün akşama kadar bin sabırsızlık işkencesiyle bekliyor, bütün gün umduğu halde son saatte umudunu kesip onun gelmeyeceğini, gelse bile boş geleceğini düşünüyor, kederleniyordu.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>İntibah</image:title>
            <image:caption>Baharda havanın feyziyle bulutlara gelen hafiflikten midir nedir, o zamanın fecrindeki, şafağındaki duruluk da başka vakitlerin gün doğumuna, gün batımına benzemez. Işığın meydana getirdiği renkler o derece parlak, o derece güzel gÖrünür ki, ufuklara binlerce gÖkkuşağı yığılmışa benzer. Sanki gÖkyüzü, baharın zemine verdiği güzelliğe gıpta eder de ufuk-tan bahçelerimize nazire yapmaya kalkışır. Güneş doğup da sabah dalgalanmaya başladığı gibi bulutlar parçalanır. Kimi kızarır, yeni açılmış gül gibi katmer katmer olur; kimi yeşillenir, yaprak şeklini bağlar; kimi ağarır, zambak gibi açık saçık salınmaya başlar; kimi morarır, sümbül gibi, kandil gibi Öteye beriye dağılır. Bakış, sonsuz boyutlar içinde kendini kaybet-meye başlayıp da hayal düşünceye üstün gelince gÖkyüzü deryanın veya derya gÖkyüzünün aynası olmuş, bağlardaki çiçekler semaya veya ufuktaki bulutlar deryaya aksetmiş, hasılı yerle gÖk birleşmiş zannet-memek mümkün değildir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yalnız Efe</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ömer Seyfettin, yazı ve Öyküleriyle dilde sadeleşme hareketinin Öncülüğünü yaparak yeni bir edebiyat akımının oluşumunu sağlayıp, Türk Öykücülüğünde kısa Öykü türünün dil, anlatım tekniği ile tematik yÖnden ilk Özgün Örneklerini vermiştir.Aynı zamanda ulusal edebiyat akımını başlatan yazarlardan olan Ömer Seyfettin 28 Şubat 1884‟te GÖnen‟de doğdu. Babası, Kafkasya Türklerinden yüzbaşı Ömer Şevki Beydir. Öğrenimine, dÖrt yaşında iken, GÖnen Mahalle Mektebi‟nde başladı. Ailesiyle birlikte İstanbul‟a gelince (1892), ilkÖğrenimini Özel bir okul olan Aksaray‟daki Mekteb-i Osmani‟de sürdürdü.Babasının isteği üzerine, Eyüp baytar Rüştiyesi‟nin subay çocuklarına Özgü bÖlümüne yatılı olarak yazıldı (1893). Buradaki eğitiminden sonra (1896), Edirne Askeri İdadisi‟ni (1900) ve İstanbul Mekteb-i Harbiye‟yi bitirdi. 22 Ağustos 1903‟te piyade teğmeni rütbesiyle mezun oldu. Merkezi Selanik‟te bulunan 3. Ordu‟nun İzmir Redif Tümeni‟ne, daha sonra da Kuşadası Redif Taburu‟na atandı (1903-1906).</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yüksek Ökçeler</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ömer Seyfettin, yazı ve Öyküleriyle dilde sadeleşme hareketinin Öncülüğünü yaparak yeni bir edebiyat akımının oluşumunu sağlayıp, Türk Öykücülüğünde kısa Öykü türünün dil, anlatım tekniği ile tematik yÖnden ilk Özgün Örneklerini vermiştir.Aynı zamanda ulusal edebiyat akımını başlatan yazarlardan olan Ömer Seyfettin 28 Şubat 1884‟te GÖnen‟de doğdu. Babası, Kafkasya Türklerinden yüzbaşı Ömer Şevki Beydir. Öğrenimine, dÖrt yaşında iken, GÖnen Mahalle Mektebi‟nde başladı. Ailesiyle birlikte İstanbul‟a gelince (1892), ilkÖğrenimini Özel bir okul olan Aksaray‟daki Mekteb-i Osmani‟de sürdürdü.Babasının isteği üzerine, Eyüp baytar Rüştiyesi‟nin subay çocuklarına Özgü bÖlümüne yatılı olarak yazıldı (1893). Buradaki eğitiminden sonra (1896), Edirne Askeri İdadisi‟ni (1900) ve İstanbul Mekteb-i Harbiye‟yi bitirdi. 22 Ağustos 1903‟te piyade teğmeni rütbesiyle mezun oldu. Merkezi Selanik‟te bulunan 3. Ordu‟nun İzmir Redif Tümeni‟ne, daha sonra da Kuşadası Redif Taburu‟na atandı (1903-1906).</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yüzakı</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ömer Seyfettin, yazı ve Öyküleriyle dilde sadeleşme hareketinin Öncülüğünü yaparak yeni bir edebiyat akımının oluşumunu sağlayıp, Türk Öykücülüğünde kısa Öykü türünün dil, anlatım tekniği ile tematik yÖnden ilk Özgün Örneklerini vermiştir.Aynı zamanda ulusal edebiyat akımını başlatan yazarlardan olan Ömer Seyfettin 28 Şubat 1884‟te GÖnen‟de doğdu. Babası, Kafkasya Türklerinden yüzbaşı Ömer Şevki Beydir. Öğrenimine, dÖrt yaşında iken, GÖnen Mahalle Mektebi‟nde başladı. Ailesiyle birlikte İstanbul‟a gelince (1892), ilkÖğrenimini Özel bir okul olan Aksaray‟daki Mekteb-i Osmani‟de sürdürdü.Babasının isteği üzerine, Eyüp baytar Rüştiyesi‟nin subay çocuklarına Özgü bÖlümüne yatılı olarak yazıldı (1893). Buradaki eğitiminden sonra (1896), Edirne Askeri İdadisi‟ni (1900) ve İstanbul Mekteb-i Harbiye‟yi bitirdi. 22 Ağustos 1903‟te piyade teğmeni rütbesiyle mezun oldu. Merkezi Selanik‟te bulunan 3. Ordu‟nun İzmir Redif Tümeni‟ne, daha sonra da Kuşadası Redif Taburu‟na atandı (1903-1906).</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Bomba</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ömer Seyfettin, yazı ve Öyküleriyle dilde sadeleşme hareketinin Öncülüğünü yaparak yeni bir edebiyat akımının oluşumunu sağlayıp, Türk Öykücülüğünde kısa Öykü türünün dil, anlatım tekniği ile tematik yÖnden ilk Özgün Örneklerini vermiştir.
Aynı zamanda ulusal edebiyat akımını başlatan yazarlardan olan Ömer Seyfettin 28 Şubat 1884‟te GÖnen‟de doğdu. Babası, Kafkasya Türklerinden yüzbaşı Ömer Şevki Beydir. Öğrenimine, dÖrt yaşında iken, GÖnen Mahalle Mektebi‟nde başladı. Ailesiyle birlikte İstanbul‟a gelince (1892), ilkÖğrenimini Özel bir okul olan Aksaray‟daki Mekteb-i Osmani‟de sürdürdü.
Babasının isteği üzerine, Eyüp baytar Rüştiyesi‟nin subay çocuklarına Özgü bÖlümüne yatılı olarak yazıldı (1893). Buradaki eğitiminden sonra (1896), Edirne Askeri İdadisi‟ni (1900) ve İstanbul Mekteb-i Harbiye‟yi bitirdi. 22 Ağustos 1903‟te piyade teğmeni rütbesiyle mezun oldu. Merkezi Selanik‟te bulunan 3. Ordu‟nun İzmir Redif Tümeni‟ne, daha sonra da Kuşadası Redif Taburu‟na atandı (1903-1906).</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Seçme Hikayeler</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ömer Seyfettin, yazı ve Öyküleriyle dilde sadeleşme hareketinin Öncülüğünü yaparak yeni bir edebiyat akımının oluşumunu sağlayıp, Türk Öykücülüğünde kısa Öykü türünün dil, anlatım tekniği ile tematik yÖnden ilk Özgün Örneklerini vermiştir. Aynı zamanda ulusal edebiyat akımını başlatan yazarlardan olan Ömer Seyfettin 28 Şubat 1884‟te GÖnen‟de doğdu.
Babası, Kafkasya Türklerinden yüzbaşı Ömer Şevki Beydir. Öğrenimine, dÖrt yaşında iken, GÖnen Mahalle Mektebi‟nde başladı. Ailesiyle birlikte İstanbul‟a gelince (1892), ilkÖğrenimini Özel bir okul olan Aksaray‟daki Mekteb-i Osmani‟de sürdürdü.
Babasının isteği üzerine, Eyüp baytar Rüştiyesi‟nin subay çocuklarına Özgü bÖlümüne yatılı olarak yazıldı (1893). Buradaki eğitiminden sonra (1896), Edirne Askeri İdadisi‟ni (1900) ve İstanbul Mekteb-i Harbiye‟yi bitirdi. 22 Ağustos 1903‟te piyade teğmeni rütbesiyle mezun oldu. Merkezi Selanik‟te bulunan 3. Ordu‟nun İzmir Redif Tümeni‟ne, daha sonra da Kuşadası Redif Taburu‟na atandı (1903-1906).</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Araba Sevdası</image:title>
            <image:caption>Türk edebiyatının klasiklerinden Araba Sevdası Recaizade Mahmut Ekremin yergi niteliğindeki eseridir. Realizmin ilk Örneği roman, toplumdaki yozlaşmayı, Bihruz Beyin Periveş Hanıma duyduğu aşkı üzerinden ele alıyor. Usta yazar, Batılılaşırken kantarın topuzunun zaman zaman kaçtığını, babasından kalan mirası Lando marka otomobil için harcayan Bihruz Bey Özelinde okuyucuya fısıldıyor.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yıldız ve Konuşan Bebek</image:title>
            <image:caption>Akşam olmuş, karanlık çÖkmüştü. Yıldız, sandık odasında oturmuş, karşısında duran bebeğiyle alçak sesle konuşuyordu:
-Ah güzel bebeğim! Anam babasının kÖyünegittiğinden beri bu dünyada senden başka kimsem kalmadı. çok Önceleri boşamış babam onu. Sonra da üvey anamla evlenmiş. üvey anamı hiç sevemedim. Eve gelir gelmez babamla aramızı açtı.
Dün de ineğimi kesip Öldürdüler. Aramız çok iyiydi onunla. Canım sıkıldıkça onun yanına koşardım. Saçlarımı, yüzümü yalar, bana süt verirdi. Yanında beni gÖremezse kimseye sağdırmazdı kendini. Anam doğurtmuş, elleriyle büyütmüş onu. O zamandan beri bizdeydi. Şimdi Öylesine yalnız kaldım bu evde.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Bir Şeftali Bin Şeftali</image:title>
            <image:caption>Bahçede iki şeftali ağacı yetişmişti. Biri daha küçük ve gençti. Bu iki ağacın yaprağı, çiçeği tı-patıp birbirine benzerdi. Her gÖren daha ilk ba-kışta ikisinin de aynı cins ağaç olduğunu anlardı.
Büyük ağaç aşılıydı. Her yıl iri iri, pembe pembe, güzel şeftaliler verirdi. Avuca zor sığan bu şeftalileri insan ısırıp yemeye kıyamazdı.
Bahçıvan büyük ağacı bir yabancı mühendisin aşıladığını, aşıyı da memleketinden getirdiğini sÖylerdi. Bu kadar çok para harcanan bir ağacın şeftalileri de elbette kıymetli olur. Nazar değmesin diye birer tahtaya Kurandan ldquo;Ve in yekadrdquo; ayeti yazılıp ağaçların gÖvdesine tutturmuşlardı.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Sergüzeşt</image:title>
            <image:caption>Yeni esirlerden ikisi, henüz on altı veya on yedişer yaşında idi. Kafkasyanın bu iki parlak yüzünün yanında üçüncü olarak tutulan kız ise yaklaşık olarak sekiz dokuz yaşlarında idi. Küçük esirin saçlarıyla kaşlarının arası biraz yakınca, ağzı gayet küçük, beli yuvarlak omuzlarına oranla incecik, hele o siyah gÖzlerde zeka pırıltıları gÖrülüyordu. Bir üstadın kaleminden çıkmış vücut çizgileri var da sanki rengi verilmemiş gibi duruyordu. Küçücük dudakları renksiz, saçları bakımsızlıktan seyrek, yolculuğun zor geçtiği ni belli eden yüzündeki renk uçmuş, gÖzlerinin etrafı ince bir siyah daire ile çevrilmiş, bakışlarında kafesin içine konulmuş bir kuşun ara sıra gÖğe bakışını andırır tarzda bir hüzün taşıyordu. Bu küçük kızın üzerinde Önü ilikli bir çerkez paltosu, başında küçük bir eski kalpak vardı. Sandallar sahile yanaştı ve kızlar bir eve getirildiler. Eve geldiklerinde onları esircinin karısı karşıladı.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Olgun Işıklar</image:title>
            <image:caption>Yunus Emre(1238 ndash; 1320)nbsp;
Yaşamı konusunda yeterli bilgi olmadığı gibi onunla ilgili kaynaklarda anlatılanlar da birbirini tutmaz. Nerede, hangi yılda doğduğu kesinlikle bilinmiyor. Kimi kaynaklarda Anadoluya Doğudan gelen Türk oymaklarından birine bağlı olup, 1238 dolaylarında doğduğu sÖylenirse de kesin değildir. 1320 dolaylarında Eskişehir de Öldüğü sÖylenir.
Batı Anadolunun birkaç yÖresinde lsquo;Yunus Emre adını taşıyan ve onunla ilgili gÖrüldüğünden lsquo;makam adı verilen yer vardır. Yapılan araştırmalara gÖre şiirlerinin toplandığı Divan Ölümünden yetmiş yıl sonra düzenlenmiştir. Anadoluda lsquo;Yunus Emre adını taşıyan ve Yunus Emreden çok sonraları yaşamış başka şairlerin yapıtlarıyla karışan şiirlerinin bir bÖlümü dil incelemeleri sonunda ayıklanmış, bÖylece 357 şiirin onun olduğu konusunda gÖrüş birliğine varılmıştır.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Altın Işık</image:title>
            <image:caption>ünlü fikir adamı ve şairlerimizden olan Ziya GÖkalp, 1876da Diyarbakırda doğdu. II. Meşrutiyetten başlayarak Türkçülük akımının en büyük temsilcisi sıfatıyla Türk düşünce ve siyaset hayatını kuvvetle etkilemiş, Milli Edebiyat akımı içinde verdiği eserlerle Türk edebiyatının biçim ve dil yÖnünden yenileşmesini sağlamıştır. Öğrenimine Diyarbakır da başlayan Ziya GÖkalp, aynı şehirde Askeri Rüştiyeyi (1890) ve Askeri İdadiyi bitirdi (1894). Ziya GÖkalp, tıbbiyelilerin istibdada son vermek için kurdukları İhtilal Komitesine girmiş, okuldaki faaliyetleri ve okuduğu Fransızca kitapların zararlı sayılması yüzünden hapsedilmiştir. Diyarbakır Valisi Halit Beyin yolsuzluklarına karşı mücadeleye girişen arkadaşlarıyla birlikte yasak yayın okudukları gerekçesiyle tutuklandı (1898). İstanbula dÖndükten sonra da okuldan uzaklaştırıldı.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Türkçülüğün Esasları</image:title>
            <image:caption>Türkçülüğün yurdumuzda ortaya çıkmasından Önce Avrupa‟da Türklükle ilgili iki hareket oluştu. Bunlardan birincisi Fransızca, Turquerie denilen, Türk hayranlığıdır. Türkiye‟de yapılan ipekli ve yün dokumalar, halılar, kilimler, çiniler, demirci ve marangoz işleri, ciltçilerin, tezhipçilerin yaptıkları ciltler ve tezhipler, mangallar, şamdanlar, vb. gibi Türk sanat eserleri çoktan Avrupa‟daki sanatseverlerin dikkatini çekmişti. Bunlar, Türklerin eseri olan bu güzel şeyleri binlerce lira vererek toplarlar ve evlerinde bir Türk salonu veya Türk odası oluştururlardı. Bazıları da bunları başka milletlere ait güzel şeylerle birlikte, bibloları arasında sergilerdi. Avrupalı ressamların Türk hayatıyla ilgili yaptıkları tablolar ile şairlerin ve filozofların Türk ahlakını nitelemek amacıyla yazdıkları kitaplar da Turquerie‟nin içine girerdi. Lamartine‟in, Auguste Comte‟un Pierre Laffıte‟in, Ali Paşa‟nın Özel sekreteri olan Mismer‟in, Pierre Loti‟nin, Farrere‟in Türklerle ilgili dostça yazılan bunların Örneklerindendir. Avrupa‟daki bu hareket tamamen Türkiye‟deki Türklerin güzel sanatlardaki ve ahlaktaki yüksekliklerinin bir sonucudur.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Bir İdam Mahkumunun Son Günü</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Aniden içimde bir isyan patlamıştı. İdam cezam okunana dek nefes aldığımı, hareket ettiğimi, diğer insanlarla aynı ortam içinde var olduğumu hissedebiliyordum. Oysa şu an, dünya ile aramda sanki bir duvar vard . Şu an b ana hiçbir ş ey e skisi g ibi g Örünmüyordu. Bu aydınlık ve geniş pencereler, bu parlak güneş, bu billur gÖkyüzü, bu güzel çiçek, hepsi kefen rengi gibi soluk bir beyaza bürünmüşlerdi. Beni gÖtürecekleri yol boyunca sıralanan erkek, kadın ve çocuklara sanki birer hayaletmiş gibi bakıyordum.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Sabahattin Ali Bütün Öyküleri 2 - Yeni Dünya - Sırça Köşk - Esirler</image:title>
            <image:caption>Sabahattin Ali 25 Şubat 1907&apos;de Gümülcine&apos;de doğdu. Almanya&apos;ya gÖnderildi, orada Almanca Öğrendi ve sonrasında yurda dÖndüktan sonra bu dilden çeviriler yaptı. Aydın, Konya ve Ankara&apos;daki ortaokullarda Almanca Öğretmenliği, Milli Eğitim Bakanlığı Yayın Müdürlüğü&apos;nde memurluk ve Devlet Konservatuvarı&apos;nda dramaturgluk yaptı. İstanbul&apos;da Markopaşa adlı mizah gazetesini çıkardı, çeşitli soruşturmalara uğradı ve 1948&apos;de bir yazısı yüzünden tutuklandı, üç ay kadar hapis yattı. Sürekli olarak izlendiği ve baskılara maruz kaldığı için yurtdışına kaçmak istedi ve bir kamyonla kaçarken 2 Nisan 1948&apos;de Kırklareli&apos;nde Öldürüldü. Anadolu&apos;nun çeşitli bÖlgelerinde geçen Kuyucaklı Yusuf (1937), İçimizdeki Şeytan (1940) ve Kürk Mantolu Madonna (1943) gibi romanları ve yazdığı Öyküler, alanında Özgün edebi ürünler olarak Türk edebiyatında yerini almıştır.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Bir Seri Katilin Psikolojik Dünyası - Başlangıç</image:title>
            <image:caption>Zeki olan mı ?
Yoksa oyunu kuralına gÖre oynayan mı kazanır ?
O eski bir adli fotograf uzmanı, simdi ise kendi oyununun mimarı !</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dağ Gülleri</image:title>
            <image:caption>Şiir bir ninnidir, Annelerin sesinde, İlk kez anam sÖyledi, Kulağıma yavaşça Güzel yanık sesiyle.
Şiir yanlışı sevmez, İhaneti affetmez, Yere düşürür, ezmez, üzer ancak terk etmez.
Belki mavi gÖzlü, Ya da yeşil gÖzlü olur, Bakarsın kahverengi, O toprak anadır.
Şiir; dağlar aşan yoldur, Tatlı bir nağme olur, Sevgiliye sevene, Ne dilediğini bilene.
Şiir; dağda dumandır, Yaylada gÖzedir, Ovadaysa pınardır, Kana kana içilir, Nazlı yar gibidir, Unutulmaz sevgidir şiir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Çıkmaz Sokak: Dünya&apos;dan Çıkar Sokak - Glosep</image:title>
            <image:caption>Dünya insanlık tarihi doğal bir gelişmenin sonucu lsquo;başlamış, gelişmiş, dÖnüşmüş ve günümüze kadar gelmiştir.
Bütün bu aşamalardan sonra gelinen durum üretim araçlarını elerinde bulunduranların yarattığı,&apos;çalışanların ile çalıştıranların&apos; başka bir değimle lsquo;egemen olan ile egemen olunanlar&apos; arasında ki her türlü zenginlik farkı bir tahta revalı gibidir. Sermayedarlar sayıca çok az olmalarına rağmen, tahta revalının lsquo;pik&apos; kısmında yer alırken sermayeden yoksun olanlar ise ezici bir çoğunluğa sahip olmalarına rağmen lsquo;dip&apos; kısmındadırlar. Tarih boyunca lsquo;GÖrülen EnkÖtü Yaşam Koşularına Mecbur Bırakılmışlardır&apos;. İşte bu garip çelişki insanlara bir taraftan uzayı fethedecek tüm koşuları ve zenginliği sunarken diğer taraftan insanlar işsiz güçsüz ve aşsız bırakılan sokak dışında hiçbir yerde yaşamını kazanamayan ezici çoğunluğa sahip bir kalabalığa dÖnüştürülmek istenmektedir.&apos; İşin iç acıtan yÖnü ise, bütün zenginliği yaratanların bu durum da olmasıdır&apos;. Bunun nedeni üretim araçlarının sahibi olan sermaye sahiplerinin karını artırarak en gelişmiş teknolojik güç ve sahip olduğu imkanlarla kurmuş olduğu kapitalist toplumdur. Bu toplum çok az olan kendi içindeki bir avuç insan için cenneti uygun gÖrürken kendi dışında olan herkese cehennemi reva gÖrmektedir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Düşümde Bir Bayram Var</image:title>
            <image:caption>Bayram
Düşümde bir bayram
Düşümde bir bayram var size çocuklar
Kan kırmızı değil, maviden, pembeden bayramlıklarınız
Kır atlar gibi o gün, Özgürlüğü giyecek ayaklarınız
Ölüm korkusundan olmayacak hiç telaşınız
Düşümde bir bayram ki çocuklar, gÖzleriniz gibi aydınlık
Umut dolu yarınları kucaklayacak minicik kollarınız
GÖzyaşından değil, rengarenk şekerlerden ıslanacak avuçlarınız
Düşümde bir bayram ki çocuklar, o gün masmavi gÖkyüzüne yükselecek salıncağınız.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Osmanlı Teşkilat Yapısı İçerisinde Çorum Sancağı</image:title>
            <image:caption>Şehir tarihlerinin birer birer yazılması ile bir araya gelecek parçaların ışığında Osmanlı Devleti tarihi daha sağlıklı irdelenebilecektir. Anadolu&apos;nun ortasında tarihin ilk dÖnemlerine ait kalıntıların halen ayakta durduğu bir vilayet çorum. Şehrin Osmanlı Öncesi devri yeterince bilinmemesine rağmen çorum yÖresinin tarihi antik dÖnemlere kadar iner. İdari teşkilatlanmasına baktığımızda genellikle sancak olarak karşımıza çıkan çorum, Kaza olarak yer aldığı sürecin sonunda tekrar sancak statüsüne bildik bir nedenle kavuşacaktır. Anadolu&apos;nun her yerinde olduğu gibi burada yaşayan Ermenilerde giriştikleri ayrılıkçı hareketleri neticesi bÖlge insanına oldukça fazla zarar vermişlerdir. Devlet çorum&apos;u tekrar sancak statüsüne yükselterek, mücadeleyi etkinleştirmek ve asayişi temin etmek isteyecektir. Kafkasya&apos;dan Özellikle XIX. yüzyılda yoğunlaşan gÖçlerin bÖlgede yarattığı değişim, muhacirlerin ve bÖlge halkının karşılaştığı sorunlar üzerinde durulmuştur. Zaman zaman muhacirlerin asilerle birlik olduğu ya da bunlardan gÖrdükleri rahatsızlıklar ifade edilmiştir. çorum, Özellikle XVI. Yüzyılda meydana gelen celali isyanlarından nasibini almış, bu çalkantıları tamamıyla hissetmiş bir şehirdir. Şahkulu Ayaklannot;ması, Osmancık&apos;ta başlayan Tarık adlı bir Öğrencinin yÖnettiği suhte bÖlüğü isyanı, Canfedaoğlu isyanı ve Karayazıcı isyanları sadece bazıları bunlardan. Dahası Levendlerin, sekbanların, bÖlgede gÖrev yapan devletin resmi memurlarının halka yaptıkları zulümlerhellip; Bunlar karşısında devletin ve bÖlge halkının tavırlarını Özellikle işlenmeye çalışıldı.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Kaşağı</image:title>
            <image:caption>Kaşağı
 İlknamaz
 İlkcinayet
 Ant
 Primo türk çocuğu nasıl doğdu?
 Primo türk çocuğu nasıl Öldü?</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Işıltılı Gece</image:title>
            <image:caption>Bilgilendirmek, Öğretmek, eğitmek amacıyla yazılmış şiire,nbsp;Öğretici (didaktik) şiirnbsp;denir.
Genellikle bilim, sanat, ahlak, felsefe, din gibi konuların temel ilkelerini Öğretmek amacıyla oluşturulur. Akla seslenen, Öğreticilik yÖnü ağır basan bu tür şiirlerin duygu yÖnü zayıftır: Bu nedenle genellikle anlatımları da kurudur.
Elinizde tuttuğunuz Işıltılı Gece Şiir Kitabı: İnsanın temel nitelikleri (Özellikleri) ile evren ve doğa konularında yazılmış toplam 41 adet lsquo;didaktik (Öğretici) şiir&apos;den oluşuyor.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Kaderin Ormanında Kaybedilen Umutlar</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Bir gün bunları okuyacak olursan aklına ben değil o ağaç gelsin . Ben buna değer miydim &apos; diye sor kendine ve bir gün dÖnecek olursan yine o ağacı düşün . Nasıl ağacın canı alındıktan sonra defterler kalemler vs dışında ondan geriye hiç bir şey kalmadıysa ve canı hiç bir şekilde geri verilmeyecek ise sende sevda diye yeşertip büyüttüğüm o ağacın canını aldın ve geriye boş bir hayat ve seni yazan eller bıraktın.
Her gece başını yastığa koyduğunda tam da bu yüzden vicdanın sızlasın , kalbin çınlasın .. &quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>İçimizdeki Karantina</image:title>
            <image:caption>Yaşanan durumlarda insanların içinde bulundukları duyguların ne olduğunu anlamaya çalışması, insanı farklı hissetiği durumun kaynağına gÖtürür. Genellikle insanların içinde bulundukları gurur, nefret ve korku durumları da kontrolsüz tepkiler doğurur. İçinde bulunduğu durum ve olaylarda insan duygularını fark etmezse eğer duygularını doğru yaşayamaz ve kendini ifade edemez bir hal içinde bulur. İnsan haya</image:caption>
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            <image:loc>https://bookz.tr/admin/uploads/0a6f71c9-054f-464e-9613-26a4f653f71c.jpg</image:loc>
            <image:title>İçimizdeki Şeytan</image:title>
            <image:caption>Sabahattin Ali 25 Şubat 1907&apos;de Gümülcine&apos;de doğdu. Almanya&apos;ya gÖnderildi, orada Almanca Öğrendi ve sonrasında yurda dÖndüktan sonra bu dilden çeviriler yaptı. Aydın, Konya ve Ankara&apos;daki ortaokullarda Almanca Öğretmenliği, Milli Eğitim Bakanlığı Yayın Müdürlüğü&apos;nde memurluk ve Devlet Konservatuvarı&apos;nda dramaturgluk yaptı. İstanbul&apos;da Markopaşa adlı mizah gazetesini çıkardı, çeşitli soruşturmalara uğradı ve 1948&apos;de bir yazısı yüzünden tutuklandı, üç ay kadar hapis yattı.
Sürekli olarak izlendiği ve baskılara maruz kaldığı için yurtdışına kaçmak istedi ve bir kamyonla kaçarken 2 Nisan 1948&apos;de Kırklareli&apos;nde Öldürüldü. Anadolu&apos;nun çeşitli bÖlgelerinde geçen Kuyucaklı Yusuf (1937), İçimizdeki Şeytan (1940) ve Kürk Mantolu Madonna (1943) gibi romanları ve yazdığı Öyküler, alanında Özgün edebi ürünler olarak Türk edebiyatında yerini almıştır.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Karadenize Kıyısı Olan Adam ve Kadın Hikayeleri Zeynep</image:title>
            <image:caption>İnsan nedir? sorusuna filozofların da teologların da bin-lerce farklı cevabı vardır elbette. Ama en kısa ve Öz tanımlardan birini ldquo;Hayat hikayedir. Ve bir insanı sevmek, onun hikayesini sevmektir.&quot; diyerek Martin Heidegger yapmış sanırım.
Aynı mantıkla bir insandan nefret etmenin de aslında onun hikayesinden nefret etmek olduğunu sÖyleyebiliriz pekala. Bir insanı lsquo;Özlemek onun hikayesini merak etmek-ken, lsquo;bir insanı Öldürmek de onun hikayesini bitirmektir, ya da bir insanı unutmak, onun hikayesini unutmaktır da diyebiliriz.
İnsan nedir?rdquo; Sorusunun bir başka kısa ve Öz cevabı ise doğu irfanından gelmiş. ldquo;Yek katre-i hucirc;nest, sad hezaran endicirc;şerdquo; yani ldquo;İnsan üç beş damla kan ve bin bir endicirc;şedir.rdquo; şeklinde bir cevap vermiş Sadicirc; Şirazicirc; aynı soruya. Bu ise, insanı etten, kemikten ve yalın bir hikayeden alıp içine duygu-ları katan, Eşref-i Mahlukat mertebesine yerleştiren bambaşka bir bakış açısı..
Velhasıl kelam insan, dili, dini, rengi ve hatta cinsiyeti olmayan, Özlem duyan, Öfkelenen, huzur arayan, belki bulan, güven hisseden, korkan, duygulanan, ağlayan, gülen, seven, sevilen, günah ya da sevap işleyen, iyi ya da kÖtü, herkes, herhangi biri, ama insan işte. En nihayetinde bitecek bir hikaye için kendisiyle savaşan, kazanan, kaybeden, hırs ve haset dolu insan.
Adem ile Havadan bugüne süregelen, insan hikayelerine Karadeniz Kıyısından bakmaya çalıştım. Duygu katan herkese teşekkür ve minnetle...</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Biz Dul Kadınlar</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ben, KÖtü Kadın Olsam Gençliğimizde, Sevdiğimizle; Kuytularda sevişemedik, Yıldızların altında Öpüşemedik, El ele tutuşamadık, Boynuna sımsıkı sarılamadık. GÖren ne der! KÖtü kadın mı olacaktım? Yaş altmışı geçince; Yaşayamadıklarım en büyük eksiğim, Geri gelsen, Kuytularda sevişsek, Yıldızların altında Öpüşsek, El ele tutuşurken, Parmaklarımızın çıtırtısıyla Alevlense kalbimiz. GÖzlerim gÖzlüksüz gÖrmese de, GÖzlerindeki aşkı hecelesem, Dudaklarım yapışsa dudaklarına, Sarılsam sana sımsıkı, GÖrenler ne derse dese, Ben, KÖtü kadın olsam... Kimbilir, kaç yıl sonra çürüyecek bu beden, Bu gÖzler,bu eller toprağa karışacak, Alev alev yanan kalpler küle dÖnecek, Sevgiliyi saramayan kollarımı, Toprak saracak. Elalem bana ldquo;iyi kadındı demesin, Sana ldquo;Elinin kiriydi.rdquo; diyecekler, Ben, KÖtü kadın olsam.... Kimselere aldırma, sen geri gel, Yaşayamadıklarımızı yaşayalım, Günahsa, cehenneme giderim, Sen çekinmezsin kimseden,, Evli olsan da farketmez, Adın Sadece ldquo;çapkın olur, Ahhhhh ben,KÖtü kadın olsam....</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Günbegün Tükendiler</image:title>
            <image:caption>Bu kitap, bilhassa Anadoludan çukurovaya gÖç eden ahalinin ve spesifik olarak da dirayetli kadınların toplumsal hayattaki mücadelesini, vakitsiz Ölümleri, esrarlı Özlemleri ve yoklukları pupa yelken anlatan bir yapıthellip;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Selections from the Principles of Philosophy</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Madam, The greatest advantage I have derived from the writings which I have already published, has arisen from my having, through means of them, become known to your Highness, and thus been privileged to hold occasional converse with one in whom so many rare and estimable qualities are united, as to lead me to believe I should do service to the public by proposing them as an example to posterity. It would ill become me to flflatter, or to give expression to anything of which I fihad no certain knowledge, especially in the first pages of a work in which I aim at laying down the principles of truth. And the generous modesty that is conspicuous in all your actions, assures me that the frank and simple judgment of a man who only writes what he believes will be more agreeable to you than the ornate laudations of those who have studied the art of compliment.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Şermin</image:title>
            <image:caption>-Ağustos bÖceği ile karınca -Armağan -KÖr ile kÖtürüm -Şermin -Lokumum ve okulum -Keman -Veli baba -Siyah bacı -Düş -Öksüz -Papatya -Melek&apos;in kuzusu -Kuşlarla -Rengin -Bahar abla -Yaz nine -Sohbahar teyze -Kış baba -SÖyleşi -İş salonunda -Marangoz -Kırık at -Arslan -Yazın -Kışın -Arı sokar -İki yolcu -Oldu bitti</image:caption>
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            <image:loc>https://bookz.tr/admin/uploads/9afe3fa5-5f61-4b75-9b85-984182d2b017.jpg</image:loc>
            <image:title>Kürk Mantolu Madonna</image:title>
            <image:caption>Sabahattin Ali 25 Şubat 1907&apos;de Gümülcine&apos;de doğdu. Almanya&apos;ya gÖnderildi, orada Almancanbsp;nbsp;Öğrendi ve sonrasında yurda dÖndüktan sonra bu dilden çeviriler yaptı. Aydın, Konya ve Ankara&apos;daki ortaokullarda Almanca Öğretmenliği, Milli Eğitim Bakanlığı Yayın Müdürlüğü&apos;nde memurluk ve Devlet Konservatuvarı&apos;nda dramaturgluk yaptı. İstanbul&apos;da Markopaşa adlı mizah gazetesini çıkardı, çeşitli soruşturmalara uğradı ve 1948&apos;de bir yazısı yüzünden tutuklandı, üç ay kadar hapis yattı. Sürekli olarak izlendiği ve baskılara maruz kaldığı için yurtdışına kaçmak istedi ve bir kamyonla kaçarken 2 Nisan 1948&apos;de Kırklareli&apos;nde Öldürüldü. Anadolu&apos;nun çeşitli bÖlgelerinde geçen Kuyucaklı Yusuf (1937), İçimizdeki Şeytan (1940) ve Kürk Mantolu Madonna (1943) gibi romanları ve yazdığı Öyküler, alanında Özgün edebi ürünler olarak Türk edebiyatında yerini almıştır.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Söylemekten Korkma</image:title>
            <image:caption>Seviyorsanız savaşın, vazgeçmeyin.
Derler ki; kader gayrete aşıktır, gerçekten Öyle. Sevgim için bu kadarını yapamam demeyin. Elinizden geleni değil, hatta daha fazlasını yapın. Kaybedeceklerinizden asla korkmayın, sadece kalbinizin sesini dinleyin. İyi ya da kÖtü sizi ne bekliyor olursa olsun, sona geldiğinizde ben elimden geleni yaptım cümlesinin verdiği huzuru ve vicdanınızın rahatlığını en derinlerinizde hissetmelisiniz.
Kimse için kendinizi değiştirmeyi ve kendinizden vazgeçmeyi düşünmeyin. Sevmek isteyene bir bakış bir gülüş yeter, tek kare fotoğrafın yettiği gibi.
Umarım kalbinizin yolu güzel kalpler ile kesişir.</image:caption>
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            <image:loc>https://bookz.tr/admin/uploads/bf1b193d-052e-490f-9796-89cef836f835.jpg</image:loc>
            <image:title>Meslek Liselerindeki Staj ve Dersler Hakkında Öğrenci Algıları</image:title>
            <image:caption>Meslek Liselerindeki Staj ve Dersler Hakkında Öğrenci Algıları</image:caption>
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            <image:loc>https://bookz.tr/admin/uploads/20a210ef-29a0-4587-9d03-ca0438998ca2.jpg</image:loc>
            <image:title>Stok Hata - Hileleri ve Önlenmesine Yönelik Çözümler</image:title>
            <image:caption>Stok Hata - Hileleri ve Önlenmesine Yönelik Çözümler</image:caption>
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            <image:loc>https://bookz.tr/admin/uploads/a3e922b8-528f-4f55-949b-0427b961b488.jpg</image:loc>
            <image:title>The Pagan Tribes of Borneo</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Borneo is one of the largest islands of the world. Its area is roughly 290,000 square miles, or about five times that of England and Wales. Its greatest length from north-east to southwest is 830 miles, and its greatest breadth is about 600 miles. It is crossed by the equator a little below its centre, so that about two-thirds of its area lie in the northern and one-third lies in the southern hemisphere. Although surrounded on all sides by islands of volcanic origin, Borneo differs from them in presenting but small traces of volcanic activity, and in consisting of ancient masses of igneous rock and of sedimentary strata.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:loc>https://bookz.tr/admin/uploads/0bd539bb-b99d-4703-9072-9b8cb6f97369.jpg</image:loc>
            <image:title>Kuyucaklı Yusuf</image:title>
            <image:caption>Sabahattin Ali 25 Şubat 1907&apos;de Gümülcine&apos;de doğdu. Almanya&apos;ya gÖnderildi, orada Almancanbsp;nbsp;Öğrendi ve sonrasında yurda dÖndüktan sonra bu dilden çeviriler yaptı. Aydın, Konya ve Ankara&apos;daki ortaokullarda Almanca Öğretmenliği, Milli Eğitim Bakanlığı Yayın Müdürlüğü&apos;nde memurluk ve Devlet Konservatuvarı&apos;nda dramaturgluk yaptı. İstanbul&apos;da Markopaşa adlı mizah gazetesini çıkardı, çeşitli soruşturmalara uğradı ve 1948&apos;de bir yazısı yüzünden tutuklandı, üç ay kadar hapis yattı. Sürekli olarak izlendiği ve baskılara maruz kaldığı için yurtdışına kaçmak istedi ve bir kamyonla kaçarken 2 Nisan 1948&apos;de Kırklareli&apos;nde Öldürüldü. Anadolu&apos;nun çeşitli bÖlgelerinde geçen Kuyucaklı Yusuf (1937), İçimizdeki Şeytan (1940) ve Kürk Mantolu Madonna (1943) gibi romanları ve yazdığı Öyküler, alanında Özgün edebi ürünler olarak Türk edebiyatında yerini almıştır.</image:caption>
        </image:image>
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            <image:title>The Possessed - The Devils</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;One of Dostoyevsky&apos;s most famous novels, this 1872 work utilizes five main characters and their philosophical ideas to describe the political chaos of Imperial Russia in the nineteenth century. Based on an actual event involving the murder of a revolutionary by his comrades, this novel depicts a band of ruthless radicals attempting to incite revolt in their small, rural community. At the center of &quot;The Possessed&quot; lies Dostoyevsky&apos;s desire to protest the enthusiasm for revolution he saw all around him, as well as the conservative establishment&apos;s inability to cope with those revolutionary ideas or their consequences. The author considered utopias unobtainable, and he depicts the radicals and the ideas they represent with a frightening savage intensity, as if they were possessed by demons rather than those unrealistic ideas. Perhaps the greatest political novel ever written, Dostoyevsky&apos;s &quot;The Possessed&quot; fully displays his devastating condemnation of human manipulation through brilliant characterization, as well as his keen and seemingly clairvoyant insight into the hearts of men.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>19. Yüzyılda Bir Osmanlı Şehri Antakya</image:title>
            <image:caption>19. Yüzyılda Bir Osmanlı Şehri Antakya</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Told Under Canvas: Bug - Jargal</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;When it came to the turn of Captain Leopold d&apos;Auverney, he gazed around him with surprise and hurriedly assured his comrades that he did not remember any incident in his life that was worthy of repetition. &quot;But, Captain d&apos;Auverney,&quot; objected Lieutenant Henri, &quot;you have at least report says so travelled much, and seen a good deal of the world; have you not been to the Antilles, to Africa, and to Italy? and above all, you have been in SpainBut see, here is your lame dog come back again!&quot; D&apos;Auverney started, let fall the cigar that he was smoking, and turned quickly to the tent door, at which an enormous dog appeared, limping towards him.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yeni Kıtaya Osmanlı Göçleri ve Neticeleri</image:title>
            <image:caption>Yeni Kıtaya Osmanlı Göçleri ve Neticeleri</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yük</image:title>
            <image:caption>Odadan çıkmayı istedi onların yanında ağlamamalıydı ama kıpırdayamadı. Ağlamaktan utandı, utangaçlığı daha da ağlattı. Samira ona bakınca, geldiği günden bu yana içinde sıkıştırdığı gÖzyaşlarını serbest bıraktı. O da Hesna gibi ağlamaya başladı. O, gurbetteki yalnızlığına, Hesna&apos;nın kederine sebep oluşuna, kocasının ondan yavaş yavaş uzaklaşmasına, biten heyecanına, yiten düşlerine, azalan umuduna ağladı. Hesna da Samira da yüreklerinin en derininde saklanan gerçek acılarına ağlıyorlardı. Varlıklarını bildikleri ama üstlerini gururla Örttükleri hüzünlerinin şerefineydi bu gÖzyaşları. Aynı adama olan muazzam aşkın acıtan yanıyla yüzleştiklerindendi, aynı yarayı taşıdıklarındandı beraber ağlayışları. Belki de bu bitmeyecek olan mahpusluğu, yaralı yüreklerini birbirlerine yaslayarak çekilir kılabilirlerdi. Kim bilir, belki de bu gÖzyaşları ikisi arasında oluşan o koca duvarı sele kapıp gÖtürecektihellip;.
&quot;Hayat kendini tekrardan başka bir şey değildi aslında, oyuncular değişiyor, koşullar ve zaman ama insan zihni, hissi ve kaybettikleri hep aynı kalıyor&quot; diyor Zennure E üçüncü kitabı YüK için. yine mistik masallarla süslediği, rüyaların büyüsüne kapılacağımız gerçek bir hikaye ile karşımızda. ilk sayfasından başlayarak insanı sarmalayan bir üslup ve anlam tarzıyla, kitabı kapatıp bir kÖşeye atma ihtimalini ortadan kaldıran bir kurguyla yine zihinlerimizi uzun süre meşgul edecek bir eser.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Türkiyede Toptancı Hallerinin İşleyişi ve Belediyelerin Rolü: Perakende Sektörünün Etkileri ve Tek</image:title>
            <image:caption>Meyve ve sebze piyasasında yapılan bu çalışma, yazarın üç sene boyunca İstanbul Toptancı Hali&apos;nde alıcı-satıcı olarak bulunup piyasa araştırması sonucu meydana gelmiştir. Bu çalışma sonucunda elde edilen bilgiler ve gÖzlemler bilimsel veri ve metotlar ile birleştirilip bilimsel tez haline getirilmiştir. Yapılan bu tez çalışmasına eklemeler ilave edilmiş olup güncel hale getirilerek kitaplaştırılmıştır. Bu kitapta Türkiye&apos;de meyve-sebze piyasasında rol olan toptancı halleri, ulusal ve uluslararası zincir marketler, manav, pazar vb. gibi aktÖrlerin meyve-sebze ticaretindeki etkisine değinilmiştir. Bu bağlamda devamlı fiyat artışına maruz kalan meyve-sebzeler tüketiciyi zor durumda bırakmaktadır. Ayrıca sektÖrdeki fiyat artışlarına sebep olan kişi veya gruplar ile tekelcilik ya da stokçuluk yaparak nasıl haksız kazanç sağladıkları belirtilmiştir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yüreğimdeki Fısıltılar</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Yüzlerce yüreğin açık kalmış kapısından süzüleceğim içeriye bir karıncanın ayak sesleri ile. Siz bu kitabı okurken ben de buradan sizin kalbinize dokunabilmenin mutluluğu ile gülümsüyor olacağım hayata.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Yaman Sevda - Doktor Öyküleri</image:title>
            <image:caption>İsmail, tıbbiyeden arada bir doktor çıkar sÖzünü kanıtlarcasına güzel Öyküler yazarak sade ve akıcı diliyle aranan bir yazar olma yolunda...
Dr. Hasan Ayparlar
Şair ve Yazar, İsmail&apos;in hayal ve duygu dolu Öyküleri sizleri bi yerlere gÖtürür. Anlatımı sade ve sürükleyicidir. İçinden kopup gelenleri çağlayan tadında anlatıyor.
Dr. Rüknet EndirçeYaman Sevda</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Aristotle and Ancient Educational Ideals</image:title>
            <image:caption>Aristotle and Ancient Educational Ideals</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Bee Keeping</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;It may be safely said that any place where farming, gardening, or fruit raising can be successfully followed is adapted to the profitable keeping of beesmdash;in a limited way at least, if not extensively. Many of these localities will support extensive apiaries. In addition to this there are, within the borders of the United States, thousands of good locations for the apiaristmdash;forest, prairie, swamp, and mountain regionsmdash;where agriculture has as yet not gained a foothold, either because of remoteness from markets or the uninviting character of soil or climate. This pursuit may also be followed in or near towns and, to a limited extent, in large cities. It even happens in some instances that bees in cities or towns find more abundant pasturage than in countr y locations which are considered fair.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Start in Life: A Journey Across America - Fruit Farming in California</image:title>
            <image:caption>A Start in Life: A Journey Across America - Fruit Farming in California</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Classic French Course in English</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Of French literature, taken as a whole, it may boldly be said that it is, not the wisest, not the weightiest, not certainly the purest and loftiest, but by odds the most brilliant and the most interesting, literature in the world. Strong at many points, at some points triumphantly strong, it is conspicuously weak at only one point,mdash;the important point of poetry. In eloquence, in philosophy, even in theology; in history, in fiction, in criticism, in epistolary writing, in what may be called the pamphlet; in another species of composition, characteristically, peculiarly, almost uniquely, French,mdash;the Thought and the Maxim; by eminence in comedy, and in all those related modes of written expression for which there is scarcely any name but a French name,mdash;the jeu d&apos;esprit, the bon mot, persiflage, the phrase; in social and political speculation; last, but not least, in scientific exposition elegant enough in form and in style to rise to the rank of literature proper,mdash;the French language has abundant achievement to show, that puts it, upon the whole, hardly second in wealth of letters to any other language whatever, either ancient or modern.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Craftsmanship in Teaching</image:title>
            <image:caption>Craftsmanship in Teaching</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Crops and Methods for Soil Improvement</image:title>
            <image:caption>Crops and Methods for Soil Improvement</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Darwin and Modern Science</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;But if it be asked why we are unwilling to admit the cooperation of the Darwinian factor of selection and the Lamarckian factor, since this would afford us an easy and satisfactory explanation of the phenomena, I answer: Because the Lamarckian Principle is Fallacious, And Because By Accepting It We Close The Way Towards Deeper Insight. It is not a spirit of combativeness or a desire for self-vindication that induces me to take the field once more against the Lamarckian principle, it is the conviction that the progress of our knowledge is being obstructed by the acceptance of this fallacious principle, since the facile explanation it apparently affords prevents our seeking after a truer explanation and a deeper analysis.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Diet and Health: With Key to the Calories</image:title>
            <image:caption>Diet and Health: With Key to the Calories</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Domestic Animals - History and Description</image:title>
            <image:caption>Domestic Animals - History and Description</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Karanlığın Öte Yanı - Çalılıkta Aşk</image:title>
            <image:caption>Kadı ne kadar konuşursan konuş hep aynı yerdedir. &quot;Bey yargılanamaz.&quot; Bekir şu adamı biraz daha anlamak ister. &quot;Kadı da yargılanamaz Öyle mi, bey denen o soytarı nerede, nereye kaçırdınız, ya da nerede saklıyorsunuz?&quot; Kadı çok vurduduymaz, hala kendisini beyin yargıcı zannediyor ki adam bir kibir abidesi. &quot;Bilsek te sÖylemeyiz.&quot; Bekir adamlara bakar, burada emniyette olduğundan emin. &quot;Şimdi benim adaletim başladı mı bülbül gibi Ötersiniz, beyinizin zindanından başlayalım, eseriniz olan zindan. O zindanda eseriniz olan o kafatasları, iskeletler, insan kemikleri arasında bir gece geçirirseniz yeter, ne dersiniz, ya da jandarmaya vereyim adalet yerini bulsun, hangisi, bey denilen o şarlatan nerede&quot; &quot;Bekir üçüne de bakar. &quot;Son defa soruyorum, bey iblisi nerede? Kendi yarattığın o zindana girdin mi zaten bir daha çıkamazsın, hiç düşünmedin değil mi? Yarattığınız o adalet bir gün gelecek sizi yargılayacak, kurduğun adaletinizle yargılanacaksınız, o zindana attığınız adamların etlerini, o insan başı büyüklüğündeki cardonların nasıl lime lime edip yiyip bitrdiyse, sizi de bitirecek, bu sizin adaletiniz.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Education: How Old the New</image:title>
            <image:caption>No idea is probably more ingrained in modern thinking, no opinion is more generally accepted, no conclusion is surer to most people, than that we are in the midst of marvellous progress in this little world of ours, and that our generation is somewhere at the apex of the Pyramid of Progress, elevated thereto by the attainments of the generations that have preceded us. As the Poet Laureate put it at the close of the nineteenth century, ldquo;we are the heirs of all the ages in the foremost files of timerdquo;; and because we have the advantage of our predecessors progress in their time, we are, of course, in all that makes for human happiness and fulness of life, very far ahead of those gone before us. The farther back we go in history, then, the lower down men are supposed to be found in all that stands for intellectuality and in all that represents the possibilities of human achievement at its best. It is now well understood that the generations of the past are not so much to be blamed for their backwardness as to be pitied for the misfortune that, having come earlier in the worlds history, they could not have the advantages that we enjoy, and therefore could only attain much lower stages in human progress than ours.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Electricity for the Farm</image:title>
            <image:caption>Yet the average farmer who would get excited if sound young chunks and drafters were running wild across his pastures, is not inspired by any similar desire of possession and master y by the sight of a brook, or a rivulet that waters his meadows. This brook or river is flowing down hill to the sea. Ever y 4,000 gallons that falls one foot in one minute; ever y 400 gallons that falls 10 feet in one minute; or ever y 40 gallons that falls 100 feet in one minute, means the power of one horse going to wastemdash;not the $200 flesh-and-blood kind that can lift only 23,000 pounds a foot a minutemdash;but the 33,000 foot-pound kind. Thousands of farms have small streams in their ver y door yard, capable of developing five, ten, twenty, fifty horsepower twenty-four hours a day, for the greater part of the year. Within a quarter of a mile of the great majority of farms (outside of the dr y lands themselves) there are such streams. Only a small fraction of one per cent of them have been put to work, made to pay their passage from the hills to the sea</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Elements of Agricultural Chemistry</image:title>
            <image:caption>That the phenomena of vegetation are dependent on certain chemical changes occurring in the plant, by which the various elements of its food are elaborated and converted into vegetable matter, was ver y early recognised by chemists; and long before the correct principles of that science were established, Van Helmont maintained that plants derived their nourishment fromnbsp;nbsp;water, while Sir Kenelm Digby, Hook, Bradley, and others, attributed an equally exclusive influence to air, and enlarged on the practical importance of the conclusions to be deduced from their views. These opinions, which were little better than hypotheses, and founded on ver y imperfect chemical data, are mentioned by Jethro Tull, the father of modern agriculture, only to deny their accuracy ; and he contended that the plants absorb and digest the finer particles of the earth, and attributed the success of the particular system of husbandr y he advocated to the comminution of the soil, by which a larger number of its particles are rendered sufficiently small to permit their ready absorption by the roots</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Farmers of Forty Centuries or Permanent Agriculture in China Korea and Japan</image:title>
            <image:caption>We had long desired to stand face to face with Chinese and Japanese farmers; to walk through their fields and to learn by seeing some of their methods, appliances and practices which centuries of stress and experience have led these oldest farmers in the world to adopt. We desired to learn how it is possible, after twenty and perhaps thirty or even forty centuries, for their soils to be made to produce sufficiently for the maintenance of such dense populations as are living now in these three countries. We have now had this opportunity and almost ever y day we were instructed, surprised and amazed at the conditions and practices which confronted us whichever way we turned; instructed in the ways and extent to which these nations for centuries have been and are conser ving and utilizing their natural resources, surprised at the magnitude of the returns they are getting from their fields, and amazed at the amount of efficient human labor cheerfully given for a daily wage of five cents and their food, or for fifteen cents,
United States currency, without food</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Education et Sociologie</image:title>
            <image:caption>Durkheim a enseigneacute; toute sa vie la peacute;dagogie, en mecirc;me temps que la sociologie. Agrave; la Faculteacute; des lettres de Bordeaux, de 1887 agrave; 1902, il a toujours donneacute;, hebdomadairement, une heure de cours agrave; la peacute;dagogie. Ses auditeurs eacute;taient surtout des membres de renseignement primaire. Agrave; la Sorbonne, cest dans la chaire de Science de lEacute;ducation quen 1902 il suppleacute;a, quen 1906 il remplaça M. Ferdinand Buisson. Jusquagrave; sa mort, il y a reacute;serveacute;, agrave; la peacute;dagogie, un tiers au moins, et souvent les deux tiers de son enseignement: cours publics, confeacute;rences pour les membres de lEnseignement primaire, cours aux eacute;legrave;ves de lEacute;cole Normale Supeacute;rieure. Cette oeuvre peacute;dagogique est presque entiegrave;rement ineacute;dite. Nul de ses auditeurs, sans doute, ne la embrasseacute;e dans toute son eacute;tendue. Nous voudrions ici la preacute;senter en raccourci.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Five Lectures on Blindness</image:title>
            <image:caption>The following lectures were written primarily to be delivered at the summer sessions of the University of California, at Berkeley and at Los Angeles, in the summer of 1918. We are printing them, however, so that the information in them can be more widely distributed, since they are the outgrowth of almost a quarter of a century spent in work for the blind, and were written from the standpoint of a blind person, seeking to better the condition of the blind. They were addressed not to the blind, but to the seeing public, for the benefit that will accrue to the blind from a better understanding of their problems.
The successful work of Miss Foley as a student in the California School for the Blind, as a volunteer teacher, and in recent years as home teacher for the California State Library, makes these lectures particularly important and authoritative.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Histology of the Blood - Normal and Pathological</image:title>
            <image:caption>In practical medicine the term ldquo;anaelig;miardquo; has not quite the restricted sense that scientific investigation gives it. The former regards certain striking symptoms as characteristic of the anaelig;mic condition; pallor of the skin, a diminution of the normal redness of the mucous membranes of the eyes, lips, mouth, and phar ynx. From the presence of these phenomena anaelig;mia is diagnosed, and according to their greater or less intensity, conclusions are also drawn as to the degree of the poverty of the blood. It is evident from the first that a definition based on such a frequent and elementar y chain of symptoms will bring into line much that is unconnected, and will perhaps omit what it should logically include. Indeed a number of obscurities and contradictions is to be ascribed to this circumstance.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Hygeia A City of Health</image:title>
            <image:caption>We meet in this Assembly, a voluntar y Parliament of men and women, to study together and to exchange knowledge and thought on works of ever y-day life and usefulness. Our object, to make the present existence better and happier; to inquire, in this particular section of our Congress:mdash;What are the conditions which lead to the pain and penalty of disease; what the means for the removal of those conditions when they are discovered? What are the most ready and convincing methods of making known to the uninformed the facts: that many of the conditions are under our control; that neither mental serenity nor mental development can exist with an unhealthy animal organisation; that poverty is the shadow of disease, and wealth the shadow of health?</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Fat and Blood</image:title>
            <image:caption>For some years I have been using with success, in private and in hospital practice, certain methods of renewing the vitality of feeble people by a combination of entire rest and excessive feeding, made possible by passive exercise obtained through the steady use of massage and electricity. The cases thus treated have been chiefly women of a class well known to every physician,mdash;nervous women, who, as a rule, are thin and lack blood. Most of them have been such as had passed through many hands and been treated in turn for gastric, spinal, or uterine troubles, but who remained at the end as at the beginning, invalids, unable to attend to the duties of life, and sources alike of discomfort to themselves and anxiety to others</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Life and Habit</image:title>
            <image:caption>We learn to talk, much about the same time that we learn to walk, but talking requires less muscular effort than walking, and makes generally less demand upon our powers. A man may talk a long while before he has done the equivalent of a five-mile walk; it is natural, therefore, that we should have had more practice in talking than in walking, and hence that we should find it harder to pay attention to our words than to our steps. Certainly it is ver y hard to become conscious of every syllable or indeed of every word we say; the attempt to do so will often bring us to a check at once; nevertheless we can generally stop talking if we wish to do so, unless the cr ying of infants be considered as a kind of quasi-speech: this comes earlier, and is often quite uncontrollable, or more truly perhaps is done with such complete control over the muscles by the will, and with such absolute certainty of his own purpose on the part of the wilier, that there is no longer any more doubt, uncertainty, or suspense, and hence no power of perceiving any of the processes whereby the result is attainedmdash;as a wheel which may look fast fixed because it is so fast revolving.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Our Italy</image:title>
            <image:caption>Winter as we understand it east of the Rockies does not exist. I scarcely know how to divide the seasons. There are at most but three. Spring may be said to begin with December and end in April; summer, with May (whose days, however, are often cooler than those of January), and end with September; while October and November are a mild autumn, when nature takes a partial rest, and the leaves of the deciduous trees are gone. But how shall we classify a climate in which the strawberry (none yet in my experience equal to the Eastern berry) may be eaten in ever y month of the year, and ripe figs may be picked from July to March? What shall I say of a frost (an affair of only an hour just before sunrise) which is hardly anywhere severe enough to disturb the delicate heliotrope, and even in the deepest valleys where it may chill the orange, will respect the bloom of that fruit on contiguous ground fifty or a hundred feet higher?</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Philosophy of Osteopathy</image:title>
            <image:caption>The Osteopath reasons if he reasons at all, that order and health are inseparable, and that when order in all parts is found, disease cannot prevail, and if order is complete and disease should be found, there is no use for order. And if order and health are universally one in union, then the doctor cannot usefully, physiologically, or philosophically be guided by any scale of reason, otherwise. Does a chemist get results desired by accident? Are your accidents more likely to get good results than his? Does order and success demand thought and cool headed reason? If we wish to be governed by reason, we must take a position that is founded on truth and capable of presenting facts, to prove the validity of all truths we present. A truth is only a hopeful supposition if it is not supported by results. Thus all nature is kind enough to willingly exhibit specimens of its work as vindicating witnesses of its ability to prove its assertions by its work.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Problems of Genetics</image:title>
            <image:caption>But if, admitting this, we proceed to consider how the special aptitude of vespertina is constituted, or what it is that puts diurna at a disadvantage, we find ourselves quite unable to show the slightest connexion between the success of one or the failure of the other on the one hand, and the specific characteristics which distinguish the two forms on the other. The orthodox Selectionist would, as usual, appeal to ignorance. We ask what can vespertina gain by its white flowers, its more lanceolate leaves, its grey seeds, its almost erect capsule-teeth, its longer fruits, which diurna loses by reason of its red flowers, more ovate leaves, dark seeds, capsule-teeth rolled back, and shorter fruits? We are told that each of these things may affect the viability of their possessors. We cannot assert that this is untrue, but we should like to have evidence that it is true. The same problem confronts us in thousands upon thousands of examples, and as time goes on we begin to feel that speculative appeals to ignorance, though dialectically admissible, provide an insufficient basis for a proposition which, if granted, is to become the foundation of a vast scheme of positive construction.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Our Common Insects</image:title>
            <image:caption>Another instance which may be cited is the asymmetrical condition of the heads of the flat-fishes (Pleuronectidaelig;), such as the sole, the flounder, the brill, the turbot, amp;c. In all these fishes the two eyes, which in the young are situated as usual one on each side, come to be placed, in the adult, both on the same side of the head. If this condition had appeared at once, if in the hypothetically fortunate common ancestor of these fishes an eye had suddenly become thus transferred, then the perpetuation of such a transformation by the action of ldquo;Natural Selectionrdquo; is conceivable enough. Such sudden changes, however, are not those favoured by the Darwinian theor y, and indeed the accidental occurrence of such a spontaneous transformation is hardly conceivable. But if this is not so, if the transit was gradual, then how such transit of one eye a minute fraction of the journey towards the other side of the head could benefit the individual is indeed far from clear. It seems, even, that such an incipient transformation must rather have been injurious. Another point with regard to these flat-fishes is that they appear to be in all probability of recent origin.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Biology Physiology and Sociology of Reproduction</image:title>
            <image:caption>The most fundamental one of the activities for the maintenance of the race is reproduction. Ever y living organism, whether plant or animal, possesses the power to reproduce its kind. Some plants produce spores and some produce seeds. Reference was made above to the production of the flower in plants. The flower represents the reproductive organ of the plant, and the real object of the flower is to produce the seed. Animals produce eggs from which the young develop, either through a process of incubation outside of a maternal body or an analogous process within the maternal body. In the latter case the young are brought forth as living organisms.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Sweet Clover: Growing the Crop</image:title>
            <image:caption>Sweet clover is an important forage crop in many regions. Although one of the oldest of known plants, not until ver y recently has it been considered seriously as a forage plant in this country. The principal causes for not utilizing this crop were its aggressiveness on uncultivated land in many localities, the tendency of the stems to become woody as they mature, and the refusal of stock to eat sweet clover before they had become accustomed to the bitter taste. Another reason was the fact that until recently red clover could be grown in the eastern half of the United States without difficulty. In northern Kentucky the continuous growing of tobacco or of tobacco and wheat impoverished the soil to such an extent that crops no longer could be grown successfully. Upon the abandoned farms in this section sweet clover was introduced as a honey plant. Owing to the remarkable yields of tobacco that were obtained on such farms after sweet clover had been grown for a few years the acreage of this plant increased very rapidly. For a number of years sweet clover has been grown on the Selma chalk (rotten-limestone) soils of Alabama and Mississippi as a soil-improving crop. At the present time it is being cultivated in practically every State, and the acreage is increasing ver y rapidly.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Social Life in the Insect World</image:title>
            <image:caption>Fame is the daughter of Legend. In the world of creatures, as in the world of men, the stor y precedes and outlives histor y. There are many instances of the fact that if an insect attract our attention for this reason or that, it is given a place in those legends of the people whose last care is truth. For example, who is there that does not, at least by hearsay, know the Cigale? Where in the entomological world shall we find a more famous reputation? Her fame as an impassioned singer, careless of the future, was the subject of our earliest lessons in repetition. In short, easily remembered lines of verse, we learned how she was destitute when the winter winds arrived, and how she went begging for food to the Ant, her neighbour. A poor welcome she received, the would-be borrower!mdash;a welcome that has become proverbial, and her chief title to celebrity. The petty malice of the two short lines</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Minds and Manners of Wild Animals</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Many a mind misinterprets the thing seen, sometimes innocently, and again wantonly. The nature fakir is always on the alert to see wonderful phenomena in wild life, about which to write; and by preference he places the most strained and marvellous interpretation upon the animal act. Beware of the man who always sees marvellous things in animals, for he is a dangerous guide. There is one man who claims to have seen in his few days in the woods more wonders than all the older American naturalists and sportsmen have seen added together. Now, Nature does not assemble all her wonderful phenomena and hold them in leash to be turned loose precisely when the great Observer of Wonders spends his day in the woods. Wise men always suspect the man who sees too many marvelous things.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Science and Philosophy of the Organism</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;This same nightingale was keeping a little surprise in store for me. Although he took no notice of me sitting at the open window, whenever I went thirty or forty yards from the gate along the narrow lane that faced it, my presence troubled him and his mate only too much. They would flit round my head, emitting the two strongly contrasted sounds with which they express solicitude--the clear, thin, plaintive, or wailing note, and the low, jarring sound--an alternate lamenting and girding. One day when I approached the nest, they displayed more anxiety than usual, fluttering close to me, wailing and croaking more vehemently than ever, when all at once the male, at the height of his excitement, burst into singing. Half a dozen notes were uttered rapidly, with great strength, then a small complaining cry again, and at intervals, a fresh burst of melody. I have remarked the same thing in other singing birds, species in which the harsh grating or piercing sounds that properly express violent emotions of a painful kind, have been nearly or quite lost.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Esinlenme Sahnemde Söz Fikir ve Şiirlerim</image:title>
            <image:caption>2 Ağustos 1978 yılında Rize&apos;de doğdum. İlk okulu Rize İstiklal İlkokulunda, ortaokul ve liseyi Rize Anadolu Lisesinde tamamladım. 1997 yılında Samsun 19 Mayıs üniversitesi Gıda Mühendisliği BÖlümüne girdim. 2001&apos;de mezun oldum.
1998-2002 yılları arasında Samsun Büyükşehir Belediyesi Türk Sanat Müziği BÖlümünü bitirdim. İstanbul&apos;da Özel sektÖrde Gıda Mühendisi olarak farklı işletmelerde gÖrev aldım. 2006-2009 yılında Tokat Gaziosmanpaşa üniversitesi Gıda Mühendisliği BÖlümü&apos;nde Yüksek Lisans, 2009-2016 yılları arasında Samsun 19 Mayıs üniversitesi Gıda Mühendisliği BÖlümü&apos;nde Doktora programını tamamladım. 2017 yılında İstanbul Kültür üniversitesi Gastronomi ve Mutfak Sanatları BÖlümü Yrd. Doç. kadrosuna tam zamanlı akademisyen olarak atandım. 2018 senesi itibari ile de İstanbul Ayvansaray üniversitesi Gastronomi ve Mutfak Sanatları BÖlümü&apos;nde Dr. Öğr. üyesi ünvanı ile tam zamanlı akademisyen olarak çalışmaktayım.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Fındıklı Kahve</image:title>
            <image:caption>Sevgisiz yaşanmaz: Sevginin sınıfı da olmaz. İnsanlar, hayvanlar, ağaçlar, sular sevgisiz olmaz. Sevgi olmadan yaşam olmaz. Sevgisiz dünya olmaz. Sevgisizlik cehenneme giden yoldur.
Yüreğinize hayvan sevgisi, dost sevgisi, candan dost, can dost sevgisi bir kere damlamaya dursun. Bir daha asla kurumaz, sürekli büyür, çoğalır. Sevmenin, sevilmenin doyumsuz zevkine varır, muhteşem huzurunu yaşarsın. Sonrası bir sevda, bir tutku gibidir asla vazgeçemezsiniz. Ne zaman ve nerede bir hayvan gÖrseniz mutlaka gÖzünüze takılır. Aç mı, susuz mu, sevilmek mi istiyor, korkuyor mu, hasta mı incelersiniz ve onun ihtiyacını düşünür, dokunmaya çalışırsınız. Sevgi bulaşıcıdır.
Önce siz, sonra eşiniz ve çocuklarınız, sonra arkadaşlarınız. Ebeveynlerin hayvan seviyor olması durumunda, çocukların sevmiyor olması pek mümkün değil gÖrdüğüm kadarıyla. çünkü çocuklar büyüklerini Örnek alır, gÖrdüklerini Öğrenirler. Büyüklerini taklit ederler. Bu halka yavaş yavaş genişler. Yüreğinizde hayvan, insan, çiçek, bÖcek, ağaç, doğa sevgisi, tohumları yeşersin. Sevgi dolu kalbiniz olsun. Dünyayı ancak sevgi kurtarır. Sevgi ve tutku ile yaşayın. Sevgi ile kalın dostlar. Sevginiz, seveniniz, sevdiğiniz çok olsun! Can dostunuz, candan dostlarınız olsun. Yüreğinizi Özgür bırakın, bırakın sevsin. çünkü yüreğin Özünde, mayasında, hamurunda sevgi var, set koymayın Önüne, sevginiz yolunu bulsun.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Cumhuriyet Dönemi Kültürel ve Sosyal Gelişmemizin Mihenk Taşı Halkevleri (1932 - 1951)</image:title>
            <image:caption>Cumhuriyet Dönemi Kültürel ve Sosyal Gelişmemizin Mihenk Taşı Halkevleri (1932-1951)</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Otizmi Kabullenmek</image:title>
            <image:caption>Otizmi Kabullenmek</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Zoonomia: Or the Laws of Organic Life Vol-1</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;The whole of nature may be supposed to consist of two essences or substances; one of which may be termed spirit, and the other matter. The former of these possesses the power to commence or produce motion, and the latter to receive and communicate it. So that motion, considered as a cause, immediately precedes ever y effect; and, considered as an effect, it immediately succeeds ever y cause. The Motions Of Matter may be divided into two kinds, primar y and secondar y. The secondar y motions are those, which are given to or received from other matter in motion. Their laws have been successfully investigated by philosophers in their treatises on mechanic powers. These motions are distinguished by this circumstance, that the velocity multiplied into the quantity of matter of the body acted upon is equal to the velocity multiplied into the quantity of matter of the acting body.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Shinto: The Ancient Religion of Japan</image:title>
            <image:caption>Spiritism.mdash;The gods o of ancient Shinto are, on the whole, as unspiritual beings as the gods of Olympus. Their doings are modelled on those of living men and women, not on those of ghosts. When Izanagi followed his wife Izanami to the land of the dead he found there not a spirit, but a putrefying corpse. Ghosts are as absent from the Kojiki and Nihongi as they are from the Old Testament Scriptures. Herbert Spencer‟s ghost-theor y of the origin of religion derives no support from the Japanese evidence. There is, however, a spiritual element in Shinto which demands notice. Some of the gods are represented as having mitama (august jewels or souls) which reside invisibly in their temples and are the means of communication between Heaven and this world. The Earth or Kosmos deity Ohonamochi had a mitama (double) which appeared to him in a divine radiance illuminating the sea, and obtained from him a promise that, in consideration of the assistance the latter had rendered in reducing the world to order, he should have a shrine consecrated to him at Mimoro. Susa no wo‟s mitama was bdquo;settled‟ at Susa in Idzumo. The element tama (soul) enters into the names of several deities. This implies a more or less spiritual conception of their nature. Sometimes we hear of two mitama, one of a gentle, the other of a violent nature.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>İlim Üzerine</image:title>
            <image:caption>Ebul-Velicirc;d Muhammed İbn-i Ahmed İbn-i Muhammed İbn-i Rüşd 1126da Kurtubada doğdu. Ailesi fıkıh sahasındaki derin bilgisiyle tanınıyordu, babası ile dedesi Endülüs başkadılığı (Kadıu1-kudat) gÖrevinde bulunmuşlardı. Bu dindar sülale ona İslami araştırmalarda yüksek bir seviyeye ulaşma fırsatı verdi. Bir alimden aldığı derslerle Kur an, tefsir, hadis, fıkıh Arap dili ve edebiyatına dair ilimleri Öğrenen İbn-i Rüşd, babasından Malikilerin kitabı Muvattayı okuyarak ezberledi. Ayrıca matematik, fizik, astronomi, mantık, felsefe ve tıp gibi sahalarda ilmicirc; araştırmalarını sürdürdü.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A&apos;mak-ı Hayal</image:title>
            <image:caption>Bu kitabı, hakikat sırrına ermiş vicdanlar, naif konuları seven insanlar zevkle okuyabilirler. Bir asırdır, bu muhit ve bu millet hayli alimler yetiştirdi ve daha birçokları yetişecektir.
Okuyucularıma sunduğum bu hikayeler (Acaba hikaye mi?!) düşüncesine mazhar olursa kendimizi bahtiyar sayarız. çünkü bu hikayeye rağbet, hakıkadere eğilim gÖsterme manasını taşıyacaktır. Bu ise okurlarımızdan uzak gÖrülmez. Bu muhterem millet, içinde hakikat düşüncesi taşıyan binlerce hassas yürek mevcut olduğunu yar ve ağyara ispat etmiştir.
Ahmed Hilmi</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Influence of Buddhism on Primitive Christianity</image:title>
            <image:caption>A volume that proves that much of the New Testament is parable rather than history will shock many readers, but from the days of Origen and Clement of Alexandria to the days of Swedenborg the same thing has been affirmed. The proof that this parabolic writing has been derived from a previous religion will shock many more. The biographer of Christ has one sole duty, namely, to produce the actual historical Jesus. In the New Testament there are two Christs, an Essene and an anti-Essene Christ, and all modern biographers who have sought to combine the two have failed necessarily. It is the contention of this work that Christ was an Essene monk; that Christianity was Essenism; and that Essenism was due, as Dean Mansel contended, to the Buddhist missionaries ldquo;who visited Egypt within two generations of the time of Alexander the Great.rdquo; (ldquo;Gnostic Heresies,rdquo; p.31).</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Confessions of Saint Augustine</image:title>
            <image:caption>The aim of this little book is to present in brief outline some of the leading conceptions of the religion familiar since the Christian Era under the name Judaism. The word lsquo;Judaism occurs for the first time at about 100 B.C., in the Graeco-Jewish literature. In the second book of the Maccabees (ii. 21, viii. 1), lsquo;Judaism signifies the religion of the Jews as contrasted with Hellenism, the religion of the Greeks. In the New Testament (Gal. i. 13) the same word seems to denote the Pharisaic system as an antithesis to the Gentile Christianity. In Hebrew the corresponding noun never occurs in the Bible, and it is rare even in the Rabbinic books. When it does meet us, Jahaduth implies the monotheism of the Jews as opposed to the polytheism of the heathen.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Pagan And Christian Rome</image:title>
            <image:caption>In Rome we have several instances of these private artistic contributions in the service of churches. The pavementcontributions pavement of S. Maria in Cosmedin is the joint offering of manyof many parishioners; and so were those of S. Lorenzo fuori le Muraparishioners; Mura and S. Maria Maggiore before their modern restoration. Theand The names of Beno de Rapiza, his wife Maria Macellaria, and hisnames his children Clement and Attilia are attached to the frescoes ofchildren of the lower church of S. Clemente; and that of Beno alone tothe to the paintings of S. Urbano alla Caffarella. In the apse of S. Sebastiano in Pallara, on the Palatine, and in that of S. SabaSebastiano Saba on the Aventine, we read the names of a Benedictus and of a Saba, at whose expense the apses were decorated.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Discourses on the First Decade of Titus Livius</image:title>
            <image:caption>As touching reasons, it may be pleaded for the Roman method, that they are most fit to have charge of a thing, who least desire to pervert it to their own ends. And, doubtless, if we examine the aims which the nobles and the commons respectively set before them, we shall find in the former a great desire to dominate, in the latter merely a desire not to be dominated over, and hence a greater attachment to freedom, since they have less to gain than the others by destroying it. Wherefore, when the commons are put forward as the defenders of liberty, they may be expected to take better care of it, and, as they have no desire to tamper with it themselves, to be less apt to suffer others to do so.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Cratylus</image:title>
            <image:caption>Hermogenes: I should explain to you, Socrates, that our friend Cratylus has been arguing about names; he says that they are natural and not conventional; not a portion of the human voice which men agree to use; but that there is a truth or correctness in them, which is the same for Hellenes as for barbarians. Whereupon I ask him, whether his own name of Cratylus is a true name or not, and he answers lsquo;Yes. And Socrates? lsquo;Yes. Then every mans name, as I tell him, is that which he is called. To this he replies--If all the world were to call you Hermogenes, that would not be your name. And when I am anxious to have a further explanation he is ironical and mysterious, and seems to imply that he has a notion of his own about the matter, if he would only tell, and could entirely convince me, if he chose to be intelligible. Tell me, Socrates, what this oracle means; or rather tell me, if you will be so good, what is your own view of the truth or correctness of names, which I would far sooner hear.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Buddhism and Buddhists in China</image:title>
            <image:caption>Buddhism is a religion which must be viewed from manyBuddhism many angles. Its original form, as preached by Gautama in Indiaangles. India and developed in the early years succeeding, and asand as embodied in the sacred literature of early Buddhism, is notembodied not representative of the actual Buddhism of any land today. Therepresentative The faithful student of Buddhist literature would be as farfaithful far removed from understanding the working activities of a busyremoved busy center of Buddhism in Burmah, Tibet or China today as acenter a student of patristic literature would be from appreciating thestudent the Christian life of London or New York City. Moreover Buddhism, like Christianity, has been Moreover affected by national conditions. It has developed at least threeby three markedly different types, requiring, therefore, as manymarkedly many distinct volumes of this series for its fair interpretation anddistinct and presentation. The volume on the Buddhism of Southern Asiapresentation. Asia by Professor Kenneth J. Saunders was published in May, 1923; this volume on the Buddhism of China by Professor1923; Professor Hodous will be the second to appear; a third on theHodous the Buddhism of Japan, to be written by Dr. R. C. Armstrong, will be published in 1924. Each of these is needed in orderwill order that the would be student of Buddhism as practiced in thosethat those countries should be given a true, impressive and friendlycountries friendly picture of what he will meet.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Religious Life of London</image:title>
            <image:caption>Man is undoubtedly a religious animal. In England at any rate the remark holds good. No one who ignores the religious element in our histor y can rightly understand what England was, or how she came to be what she is. The fuller is our knowledge, the wider our field of investigation, the more minute our inquir y, the stronger must be the conviction in all minds that religion has been for good or bad the great moving power, and, in spite of the teachings of Secularism or of Positivism, it is clear that as much as ever the questions which are daily and hourly coming to the front have in them more or less of a religious element. It is not often foreigners perceive this. Take Louis Blanc as an illustration. As much as any foreigner he has mastered our habits and waysmdash;all that we call our inner life; yet, to him, the English pulpit is a piece of woodmdash;nothing more. According to him, the oracles are dumb, the sacred fire has ceased to burn, the veil of the temple is rent in twain; church attendance, he tells us, in England, besides custom, has little to recommend it. There is beauty in desolationmdash;in life changing into deathmdash; Before Decaylsquo;s effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century</image:title>
            <image:caption>For a work of such scope as wthis, the first word of the author should be an apology for what is doubtless the too ffambitious effort of a single writer. A quarter of a century in the high tide of the arts and sciences, an ardent interest in all things that make for scientific progress, and the aid and encouragement of many friends in and about the Patent ffThOffice, furnish the explanation. The work cannot claim the authority of a text-book, the fullness of a history, nor the exactness of a technical treatise. It is simply a cursory view of the century in the field of invention, intended to present the broader birds-eye view of progress achieved. In substantiation of the main facts reliance has been placed flchiefly upon patents, which for historic development are believed to be the best of all authorities, because they carry the responsibility of the National Government as to dates, and the attested signature and oath of the inventor as to ffsubject matter. Many difficulties and embarrassments have been encountered in the work.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Gasoline Motor</image:title>
            <image:caption>There are certain events that must happen in a gasoline motor before the engine will run of its own accord. For instance, to obtain successive power impulses, the charge must first be admitted to the cylinder and compressed; it must then be ignited to form the explosion that creates the force at the flywheel; and the burned gases resulting from this explosion must be ejected in order to clear the cylinder for the new charge. To accomplish this series of events, some motors require four strokes, while others do the business in two. These are popularly called four-cycle and two-cycle motors, respectively. A cycle, of course, can be any round of events, such as a cycle of yearsmdash;at the end of which time the previous happenings are scheduled to repeat themselves. But in gas engine parlance a cycle is taken to mean the round of events from, say, the explosion of one charge to the ignition of the next. Thus, it will be seen that the four-cycle motor requires four strokes of the piston to accomplish its round of events, and is, properly, a four-stroke cycle motor. Likewise, the so-called two-cycle motor requires two strokes to complete its cycle and should therefore be termed a two-stroke cycle motor.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Narrative Of The Life Of Frederick Douglass An American Slave</image:title>
            <image:caption>In the month of August, 1841, I attended an anti-slaldquo;slavery convention in Nantucket, at which it was my happivery happiness to become acquainted with Frederick Douglass, the ness writer of the following Narrative. He was a stranger to nearly every member of that body; but, having recently made his escape from the southern prison-house of bondamade bondage, and feeling his curiosity excited to ascertain the pringe, principles and measures of the abolitionists,mdash;of whom he had ciples heard a somewhat vague description while he was a slave,mdash;he was induced to give his attendance, on the occasion alhe alluded to, though at that time a resident in New Bedford. luded Fortunate, most fortunate occurrence!mdash;fortunate for the millions of his manacled brethren, yet panting for deliveranmillions deliverance from their awful thraldom!mdash; fortunate for the cause of ce negro emancipation, and of universal liberty!mdash; fortunate for the land of his birth, which he has already done so much to save and bless!mdash;fortunate for a large circle of friends and acquaintances, whose sympathy and affection he has strongly secured by the many sufferings he has endured, by his virtusecured virtuous traits of character, by his ever-abiding remembrance of ous those who are in bonds, as being bound with them!mdash;forthose fortunate for the multitudes, in various parts of our republic, tunate whose minds he has enlightened on the subject of slavery, and who have been melted to tears by his pathos, or roused to virtuous indignation by his stirring eloquence against the enslavers of men!mdash;fortunate for himself, as it at once brouenslavers brought him into the field of public usefulness, ldquo;gave the world ght assurance of a MAN,rdquo; quickened the slumbering energies of his soul, and consecrated him to the great work of breaking the rod of the oppressor, and letting the oppressed go free!</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Evolution Of Capitalism</image:title>
            <image:caption>And you, reader,mdash;for without a reader there is no writer,mdash;you are half of my work. Without you, I am only sounding brass; with the aid of your attention, I will speak marvels. Do you see this passing whirlwind called SOCIETY, from which burst forth, with startling brilliancy, lightnings, thunders, and voices? I wish to cause you to place your finger on the hidden springs which move it; but to that end you must reduce yourself at my command to a state of pure intelligence. The eyes of love and pleasure are powerless to recognize beauty in a skeleton, harmony in naked viscera, life in dark and coagulated blood: consequently the secrets of the social organism are a sealed letter to the man whose brain is beclouded by passion and prejudice. Such sublimities are unattainable except by cold and silent contemplation. Suffer me, then, before revealing to your eyes the leaves of the book of life, to prepare your soul by this sceptical purification which the great teachers of the peoplemdash;Socrates, Jesus Christ, St. Paul, St. Remi, Bacon, Descartes, Galileo, Kant, etc.mdash;have always claimed of their disciples.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Elements of Geology</image:title>
            <image:caption>Geology is a science of such rapid growth that no apology is expected when from time to time a new textbookapology textbook is added to those already in the field. The presentis present work, however, is the outcome of the need of a text-book ofwork, of very simple outline, in which causes and their consequencesvery consequences should be knit together as closely as possible,mdash;a needshould need long felt by the author in his teaching, and perhaps bylong by other teachers also. Th e author has ventured, therefore, toother to depart from the common usage which subdivides geologydepart geology into a number of departments,mdash;dynamical, structural, physiographic, and historical,mdash;and to treat in immediatephysiographic, immediate connection with each geological process the land formsconnection forms and the rock structures which it has produced.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Talks To Teachers On Psychology And To Students On Some Of Lifes Ideals</image:title>
            <image:caption>In 1892 I was asked by the Harvard Corporation to give a few public lectures on psychology to the Cambridge teaca teachers. The talks now printed form the substance of that course, hers. which has since then been delivered at various places to variwhich various teacher-audiences. I have found by experience that what ous my hearers seem least to relish is analytical technicality, and what they most care for is concrete practical application. So I have gradually weeded out the former, and left the latter unreduced; and now, that I have at last written out the lecunreduced; lectures, they contain a minimum of what is deemed lsquo;scientific tures, in psychology, and are practical and popular in the extreme.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Rough and Tumble Engineering</image:title>
            <image:caption>In placing this book before the public the author wishes it understood that it is not his intention to produce a scientific work on engineering. Such a book would be valuable only to engineers of large stationary engines. In a nice engine room nice theories and scientific calculations are practical. This book is intended for engineers of farm and traction engines, ldquo;rough and tumble engineers,rdquo; who have everything in their favor today, and tomorrow are in mud holes, who with the same engine do eight horse work one day and sixteen horse work the next day. Reader, the author has had all these experiences and you will have them, but dont get discouraged. You can get through them to your entire satisfaction.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Roman Farm Management</image:title>
            <image:caption>Introduction: of the dignity of the farmer The pursuits of commerce would be as admirable as they are profitable if they were not subject to so great risks: and so, likewise, of banking, if it was always honestly conducted. For our ancestors considered, and so ordained in their laws, that, while the thief should be cast in double damages, the usurer should make four-fold restitution. From this we may judge how much less desirable a citizen they esteemed the banker than the thief. When they sought to commend an honest man, they termed him good husbandman, good farmer. This they rated the superlative of praise.[9] Personally, I think highly of a man actively and diligently engaged in commerce, who seeks thereby to make his fortune, yet, as I have said, his career is full of risks and pitfalls. But it is from the tillers of the soil that spring the best citizens, the stanchest soldiers; and theirs are the enduring rewards which are most grateful and least envied. Such as devote themselves to that pursuit are least of all men given to evil counsels.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Roman Britain In 1914</image:title>
            <image:caption>This book is in all probability the last of a series of writings, of which--disregarding certain earlier disconnected essays--my Anticipations was the beginning. Originally I inessays--intended Anticipations to be my sole digression from my art or tended trade (or what you will) of an imaginative writer. I wrote that book in order to clear up the muddle in my own mind about innumerable social and political questions, questions I could not keep out of my work, which it distressed me to touch upon in a stupid haphazard way, and which no one, so far as I knew, had handled in a manner to satisfy my needs. But Anticipations did not achieve its end. I have a slow construAnticipations constructive hesitating sort of mind, and when I emerged from that ctive undertaking I found I had still most of my questions to state and solve. In Mankind in the Making, therefore, I tried to reand review the social organisation in a different way, to consider it view as an educational process instead of dealing with it as a thing with a future history, and if I made this second book even less satisfactory from a literary standpoint than the former (and this is my opinion), I blundered, I think, more edifying(edifyingly--at least from the point of view of my own instruction,</image:caption>
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            <image:title>On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience</image:title>
            <image:caption>I heartily accept the motto,mdash;ldquo;That government is best which governs least;rdquo; and I should like to see it acted up to more rapidly and systematically. Carried out, it finally amounts to this, which also I believemdash;ldquo;That government is best which governs not at all;rdquo; and when men are prepared for it, that will be the kind of government which they will have. Government is at best but an expedient; but most governments are usually, and all governments are sometimes, inexpedient. The objecand objections which have been brought against a standing army, and tions they are many and weighty, and deserve to prevail, may also at last be brought against a standing government. The stanat standing army is only an arm of the standing government. The goding government itself, which is only the mode which the people have vernment chosen to execute their will, is equally liable to be abused and perverted before the people can act through it. Witness the present Mexican war, the work of comparatively a few indivipresent individuals using the standing government as their tool; for, in the duals outset, the people would not have consented to this measure.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Meteorology: The Science of the Atmosphere</image:title>
            <image:caption>Meteorology is the science of the atmosphere and its phenomena, including weather. Nowadays, when we speak of a ldquo;meteor,rdquo; we generall ean a shooting star; but formerly this term was applied (and it still often is in technical literature) to a great variety of phenomena and appearances in the atmosphere, including clouds, rain, snow, rainbows, and so forth. That is how the science of the atmosphere came to have its present name. Meteorology is not a branch of astronomy. These twonbsp;sciences are as different from each other as zoÖlogy is from botany. They are both founded on physics, and they ldquo;overlaprdquo; each other to some extent, just as every science does certain others; but if you want information about the atmosphere, weather and climate, an astronomical observatory is not the place to seek it; while if you wish to make inquiries about comets, sun spots, eclipses, standard time, or the date on which Easter fell in the year 1666, do not apply to the Weather Bureau.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Key to the Science of Theology</image:title>
            <image:caption>Eternal Science! who would fathom thee
Must launch his bark upon a shoreless sea.
Thy knowledge yet shall overwhelm the earth,
Thy truth to immortality to give birth;
Thy dawn shall kindle to eternal day,
And man, immortal, still shall own thy sway..</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Judaism</image:title>
            <image:caption>The aim of this little book is to present in brief outline some of the leading conceptions of the religion familiar since the Christian Era under the name Judaism. The word lsquo;Judaism occurs for the first time at about 100 B.C., in the Graeco-Jewish literature. In the second book of the Maccabees (ii. 21, viii. 1), lsquo;Judaism signifies the religion of the Jews as contrasted with Hellenism, the religion of the Greeks. In the New Testament (Gal. i. 13) the same word seems to denote the Pharisaic system as an antithesis to the Gentile Christianity. In Hebrew the corresponding noun never occurs in the Bible, and it is rare even in the Rabbinic books. When it does meet us, Jahaduth implies the monotheism of the Jews as opposed to the polytheism of the heathen.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Industrial Biography Iron Workers and Tool Makers</image:title>
            <image:caption>The Author offers the following book as a continualdquo;continuation, in a more generally accessible form, of the Series tion, of Memoirs of Industrial Men introduced in his Lives of the Engineers. While preparing that work he freof frequently came across the tracks of celebrated inventors, quently mechanics, and iron-work-ersmdash;the founders, in a great measure, of the modern indus-try of Britainmdash;whose lameasure, labours seemed to him well worthy of being traced out bours and placed on record, and the more so as their lives presented many points of curious and original interest. Having been encouraged to prosecute the subject by offers of assistance from some of the most eminent liv-ing mechanical engineers, he is now enabled to present the following further series of memoirs to the public.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Elements of Military Art and Science</image:title>
            <image:caption>The following pages were hastily thrown together in the form of lectures, and delivered, during, the past winter, before the Lowell Institute of Boston. They were written without the slightest intention of ever publishing them; but several officers of militia, who heard them delivered, or afterwards read them in manuscript, desire their publication, on the ground of their being useful to a class of officers now likely to be called into military service. It is with this view alone that they are placed in the hands of the printer. No pretension is made to originality in any part of the work; the sole object having been to embody, in a small compass, well established military principles, and to illustrate these by reference to the events of past history, and the opinions and practice of the best generals.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Conservation Through Engineering</image:title>
            <image:caption>The plea for constructive policies contained in the report of the Secretary of the Interior to the President deserves a hearing also by the engineers and business men who are developing the power Thresources of the country. The largest conservation for the future can come only through the wisest engineering of the present. The conditions under which the utilization of natural resources is demanded are outlined by Secretary Lane, and it will be noted that the program recommended calls for the cooperation of engineer and legislator. To bring this power inventory to the attention of the men who furnish the Nation with its coal and oil and electricity, this extract from the administrative report of the Secretary of the Interior is reprinted as a bulletin of the United States Geological Survey.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Common Minerals and Rocks</image:title>
            <image:caption>Minerals and rocks, or the inorganic portions of theearth, constitute the proper field or subject-matter of thescience of Geology. Now the inorganic earth, like an animalor plant, may be and is studied in three quite distinct ways,giving rise to three great divisions of geology, which, aswill be seen, correspond closely to the main divisions of Biology.First, we may study the forces now operating upon andin the earthmdash;the geological agenciesmdash;such as the oceanand atmosphere, rivers, rain and frosts, earthquakes,volcanoes, hot springs, etc., and observe the various effects which they produce. We are concerned here with the dynamics of the earth; and this is the great division of dynamical geology, corresponding to physiology among the biological sciences. Or, second, instead of geological causes, we may study more particularly geological effects, observing the different kinds of rocks and of rock-structure produced by the geological agencies, not only at the present time, but also during past ages. This method of study gives us the important division of structural geology, corresponding to anatomy and morphology.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Atlantic Classics</image:title>
            <image:caption>In this book the author has sketched swiftly the slow stages by which in each of these fields of activity success has beenby beenattained. He has collated from the immense mass of records ofattained. Of the activities of both submarines and aircraft enough interestingthe interesting data to show the degree of perfection and practicability to whichdata which both have been brought. And he has outlined so far as possibleboth possible from existing conditions the possibilities of future usefulness infrom in fields other than those of war of these new devices.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Aircraft and Submarines</image:title>
            <image:caption>In this book the author has sketched swiftly the slow stages by which in each of these fields of activity success has beenby beenattained. He has collated from the immense mass of records ofattained. Of the activities of both submarines and aircraft enough interestingthe interesting data to show the degree of perfection and practicability to whichdata which both have been brought. And he has outlined so far as possibleboth possible from existing conditions the possibilities of future usefulness infrom in fields other than those of war of these new devices.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Course of Mechanical Magnetical Optical Hydrostatical and Pneumatical Experiments</image:title>
            <image:caption>Fluids gravitate in proprio loco, the upper Parts continually pressing upon the lower: That this Pressure is not only propagated Downwards, but even Upwards, and Sideways, according to all possible Directions; That a lighter Fluid may gravitate upon a heavier, and an heavier upon a lighter; That a Fluid may sustain a Body heavier in Specie than it self, and even raise it up; That a Fluid may detain a Body lighter in Specie than it self, and even depress it. A gen-eral Experiment to prove, that a competent Pressure of a Fluid may produce the remarkable Phaelig;nomena of the Torricellian Tube, the Pump, Syringe, Syphon, polished Plates, and other Effects of the like Nature.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Certain Dr Thorndyke</image:title>
            <image:caption>The tropic moon shone brightly on the village of Adaffia in the Bight of Bewnin as a fishing-canoe steered warily through the relatively quiet surf of the dry season towards the steep beach. Out in the roadstead an anchored barque stood up sharply against the moonlit sky, the yellow spark of her riding light glimmering warmly, and a white shape dimly discernible in the approaching canoe hinted of a visitor from the sea. Soon the little craft, hidden for a while in the white smother of a breaking wave, emerged triumphant and pushed her pointed nose up the beach; the occupants leaped out and, seizing her by her inturned gun wales, hauled her forthwith out of reach of the following wave.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Rahim</image:title>
            <image:caption>İşlenilen günahın günah olduğuna inanmak ve onun bir kabahat olduğunu bilmek taattir. Daha günahı işlerken içine ibadet karışıyor demektir. Bu ibadetin karışması affa sebebtir. Bir de o günaha istiğfar ve tevbe edilirse, taat tarafı kuvvetleniyor günaha galebe ediyor. Günahı günah bilmek ve işlerken günah olduğuna inanmak işlemenin sonunda nedamete (için yanmasına) sebep olur. işte bu haller günahları yıkayan en İyi hallerdir.
Allahın affı ve Rahmeti çok vasidir. Allaha doğru bir kanş gidene Allahın rahmeti bir arşın gelir. Bir arşın gidene bir kulaç gelir. Yürüyerek gidene koşarak gelir mealinde Hadis-i Kudsi vardır. Allahtan bize gelen feyizler, Ahkam-ı İlahiyeye iman ile mütenasiptir, imanın ne kadar kuvvetlenirse feyz o kadar fazlalaşır .</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Bid for Fortune or Dr. Nikola&apos;s Vendetta</image:title>
            <image:caption>The manager of the new Imperial Restaurant on the Thames Embankment went into his luxurious private office and shut the door. Having done so, he first scratched his chin reflectively, and then took a letter from the drawer in which it had reposed for more than two months and perused it carefully. Though he was not aware of it, this was the thirtieth time he had read it since breakfast that morning. And yet he was not a whit nearer understanding it than he had been at the beginning. He turned it over and scrutinised the back, where not a sign of writing was to be seen; he held it up to the window, as if he might hope to discover something from the watermark; but there was evidently nothing in either of these places of a nature calculated to set his troubled mind at rest. Then, though he had a clock upon his mantelpiece in good working order, he took a magnificent repeater watch from his waistcoat pocket and glanced at the dial; the hands stood at half-past seven. He immediately threw the letter on the table, and as he did so his anxiety found relief in words.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dert Etme Dua Et</image:title>
            <image:caption>Sarhoşluktan geç, sarhoşluk verir ol. Bu renkten renge girişi bırak, onun istivasına naklet. Niceye bir bu sarhoşlukla nazlanıp duracaksın? Her mahalle başında bunca sarhoş var. İki alem de sevgilinin sarhoşları ile dolsa hepsi de bir olur ki, o bir de hor hakicirc;r değildir. Onlar bir olmakla derecelerinden düşmeyecekleri gibi çok olmakla da dereceleri düşmez. Hor hakir kimdir? Bedene tapan cehennemlik! alem, güneşin nuru ile dolsa o yalımı güzel ısılık kaynağı, hor mu olur?</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Mesnevi - Sabır Kapısı (Birinci Defter)</image:title>
            <image:caption>Aşk ateşidir ki neyin içine düşmüştür, aşk coşkunluğudur ki şarabın içine düşmüştür. Ney, dosttan ayrılan kişinin arkadaşıdır. Onun perdeleri, perdelerimizi yırttı. Ney gibi hem bir zehir, hem bir panzehir, ney gibi hem bir hemdem, hem bir müştak kim gÖrdü? Ney, kanla dolu olan yoldan bahsetmekte, Mecnun aşkının hikayelerin sÖylemektedir. Bu aklın mahremi akılsızdan başkası değildir .</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Öteki Taraf</image:title>
            <image:caption>Bir kız aşık olduğunda sarılır evrene, ağaçlar meyve verir. Hayat yeniden başlar.
&quot;Onu kaybettim,bu başıma gelebilecek en kÖtü olaydı. Berkan gitme! Ölümünü kaldırabilecek kadar güçlü değilim. Başka bir yabancı için kalbimi feda edemem, dudaklarımdan başka birinin ismi dÖkülsün istemem. Seninle veya sensiz kalbimde güvendesin, yanımda olmasan da kalbim senin için atmaya devam edecek.&quot;
Berkan Öldü! Evrim ne yapacaktı. Bir başkası onun yerini tutar mıydı? Geçmişten gelen sırlar Evrimin alt üst olmuş psikolojisini serbest bırakır mıydı? Ya tüm bildiklerin yalansa? Ya aslında arkasından üzüldüğün kişi yanı başındaysa? Veya tüm bunlar zihninin sana oynadığı bir oyunsa. Sizi Evrimin sırlarla bir o kadarda hüzünlü,güzel ve trajik yaşamına davet ediyorum.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Seven Poor Travellers</image:title>
            <image:caption>It was in the ancient li little city of Rochester in Kent, of all the good days in the year upon a Christmas-eve, that I stood reading this inscription over the quaint old door in question. I had been wandering about the neighbouring Cathedral, and had seen the fftomb of Richard Watts, with the effigy of worthy Master Richard starting out of it like a ships figure-head; and I had felt that I could do no less, as I gave the Verger his fee, than inquire the way Thto Wattss Charity. The way being very short and very plain, I had come prosperously to the inscription and the quaint old door.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Mutlu Prens ve Diğer Hikayeler</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Şehrin yukarı kısmında, uzun bir sütunun üzerinde Mutlu Prens&apos;in bir heykeli vardı. Heykel baştan aşağı altın bir tabaka ile kaplıydı ve gÖzleri safirdendi. Heykelin kılıcının kabzasında kocaman bir yakut bulunuyordu. Herkes bu heykele imrenerek bakıyordu. Sanattan anladığını gÖstermek isteyen bir Şehir Konseyi üyesi, insanların kendisinin de kullanışlı olmadığını düşünmelerinde korkara:
&quot;Rüzgar gülü kadar güzel&quot; dedi,
&quot;Fakat pek de kullanışlı değil&quot; diye ekledi.
Oğlunun ağladığını gÖren anne aya bakarak hassas bir şekilde, küçük oğluna;
&quot;Sen niye Mutlu Prens kadar mutlu olamıyorsun?&quot;
&quot;Mutlu Prens hiçbir şey için ağlamaz&quot; dedi.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dickens Stories About Children Every Child Can Read</image:title>
            <image:caption>Trotty V ThVeck and Meg. From ldquo;The Chimesrdquo; Tiny Tim. From ldquo;Christmas Carolrdquo; ThThThe Runaway Couple. From ldquo;The Holly-Tree Innrdquo; Little Dorrit. From ldquo;Little Dorritrdquo; ThThe Toy-Maker and His Blind Daughter. From ldquo;Cricket on the Hearthrdquo; ThLittle Nell. From ldquo;The Old Curiosity Shoprdquo; Little David Copperfield. From ldquo;David Copperfieldrdquo; Jenny Wren. From ldquo;Our Mutual Friendrdquo; Pips Adventure. From ldquo;Great Expectationsrdquo; Todgers Dick Swiveller and the Marchioness Mr. Wardles Servant Joe ThThe Brave and Honest Boy, Oliver Twist.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Little Prince</image:title>
            <image:caption>If you were to say to the grown-u ups: ldquo;I saw a beautiful housemade of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves onthe roof,rdquo; they would not be able to get any idea of that houseat all. You would have to say to them: ldquo;I saw a house that cost$20,000.rdquo; Then they would exclaim: ldquo;Oh, what a pretty house that is!rdquo;Just so, you might say to them: ldquo;The proof that the little princeexisted is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he waslooking for a sheep.
If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proofthat he exists.rdquo; And what good would it do to tell them that?
They would shrug their shoulders, and treat you like a child.But if you said to them: ldquo;The planet he came from is Asteroid B-612,rdquo; then they would be convinced, and leave you in peace fromtheir questions.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Küçük Kara Balık</image:title>
            <image:caption>Bir zamanlar annesiyle ırmakta yaşayan küçük bir kara balık vardı. Bu ırmak dağdaki bir kayadan doğuyor ve vadinin tabanında akıyordu. Küçük balık ile annesinin evi siyah bir taşın arkasıydı; yosunlar da evin çatısını oluşturuyordu. Geceleri yosunların altında uyuyorlardı. Bir defacık olsun evlerinden ay ışığını gÖrmek küçük balığın Özlemiydi. Anne ile yavrusu sabahtan akşama dek birbirinin peşine düşer, bazen Öbür balıklara karışır, hızlı hızlı küçücük bir mekanda dolaşır dururlardı. Annesinin bıraktığı on bin yumurtadan kala kala bir bu yavru balık kalmıştı.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Hayy</image:title>
            <image:caption>Beden, kuvvetlerin gÖç ettikleri bir mekandır ve kuvvetler beden arzının süsleridir. Nitekim yüce Allah şÖyle buyurmuştur: ldquo;Arzdaki (yeryüzündeki) her şeyi dünyanın kendine mahsus bir ziynet yaptık.rdquo; (Kehf, 7) Yani kuvvetler, bedenin süsleridir. Şu ayette de benzeri bir anlam vurgulanmaktadır: ldquo;O, arzda ne varsa hepsini sizin için yarattı.rdquo; (Bakara, 29) ldquo;Emin belderdquo;, ldquo;güzel belderdquo; ldquo;korunmuş, sağlam, savunmalı belderdquo;, ldquo;yerin dibine geçirilmiş yurtrdquo;, ldquo;halkı zalim belderdquo; ve ldquo;Lutun şehrirdquo; gibi nitelemelerin tümü bedenle ilgilidir. çünkü orada ldquo; dokuz kişi (elebaşı) vardı ki, bunlar yeryüzünde (arzda) bozgunculuk yapıyorlar, iyilik tarafına hiç yanaşmıyorlardı.rdquo; (Neml, 48) Burası ldquo;Bunun üzerine orada bulunan müminleri çıkardık. Zaten orada Müslümanlardan, bir ev halkından başka kimse bulmadık.rdquo; (Zariyat, 35-36) denilen yerdir.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Group Psychology and The Analysis of The Ego</image:title>
            <image:caption>We have made use of Le Bons description by way of introduction, because it fits in so well with our own Psychology in the emphasis which it lays upon unconscious mental life. But we must now add that as a matter of fact none of that authors statements bring forward anything new. Everything that he says to the detriment and depreciation of the manifestations of the group mind had already been said by others before him with equal distinctness and equal hostility, and has been repeated in unison by thinkers, statesmen and writers since the earliest periods of literature.[17] The two theses which comprise the most important of Le Bons opinions, those touching upon the collective inhibition of intellectual functioning and the heightening of affectivity in groups, had been formulated shortly before by Sighele.[18] At bottom, all that is left over as being peculiar to Le Bon are the two notions of the unconscious and of the comparison with the mental life of primitive people, and even these had naturally often been alluded to before him.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Around the World in Eighty Days</image:title>
            <image:caption>During his brief interview with Mr. Fogg, Passepartout had been carefully observing him. He appeared to be a man about forty years of age, with fine, handsome features, and a tall, well-shaped figure; his hair and whiskers were light, his forehead compact and unwrinkled, his face rather pale, his teeth magnificent. His countenance possessed in the highest degree what physiognomists call ldquo;repose in action,rdquo; a quality of those who act rather than talk. Calm and phlegmatic, with a clear eye, Mr. Fogg seemed a perfect type of that English composure which Angelica Kauffmann has so skilfully represented on canvas. Seen in the various phases of his daily life, he gave the idea of being perfectly well-balanced, as exactly regulated as a Leroy chronometer. Phileas Fogg was, indeed, exactitude personified, and this was betrayed even in the expression of his very hands and feet; for in men, as well as in animals, the limbs themselves are expressive of the passionss.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Untroubled Mind</image:title>
            <image:caption>I am more and more impressed with the necessity of inspiration in life if we are to be strong and serene, and so fin ally escape the pitfalls of worr y and conscience. By inspirations I do not mean belief in any system or creed. It is not a stated belief that we need to begin with; that may come in time. We need first to find in life, or at least in nature, an essential beauty that makes its own true, inevitable response within us. We must learn to love life so deeply that we feel its tremendous significance, until we find in the sea and the sky the evidence of an overbrooding spirit too great to be understood, but not too great to satisfy the soul. This is a sort of mother religion the matrix from which all sects and creeds are born. Its existence in us dignifies us and makes simple, purposeful, and receptive living almost inevitable. We may not know why we are living according to the dictates of our inspiration, but we shall live so and that is the important consideration.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Principles Of Gothic Ecclesiastical Architecture</image:title>
            <image:caption>Towards the end o of the sixth centur y, when Christianity was again propagated in this country by Augustine, Mellitus, and other zealous monks, St. Gregory, the head of the Papal church, and the originator of this mission, wrote to Mellitus not to suffer the Heathen temples to be destroyed, but only the idols found within them. These, and such churches built by the Romans as were then, though in a dilapidated state, existing, may reasonably be supposed to have been the prototypes of the Christian churches afterwards erected in this country.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Expression Of The Emotion In Man And Animals</image:title>
            <image:caption>The study of Expression is difficult, owing to the movements being often extremely slight, and of a fleeting nature. A difference may be clearly perceived, and yet it may be impossible, at least I have found it so, to state in what the difference consists. When we witness any deep emotion, our sympathy is so strongly excited, that close obser vation is forgotten or rendered almost impossible; of which fact I have had many curious proofs. Our imagination is another and still more serious source of error; for if from the nature of the circumstances we expect to see any expression, we readily imagine its presence. Notwithstanding Dr. Duchennes great experience, he for a lon time fancied, as he states, that several muscles contracted under certain emotions, whereas he ultimately convinced himself that the movement was confined to a single muscle.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Cathedral Church Of Canterbury</image:title>
            <image:caption>More than four hundred y years passed by between the beginning of the building of this cathedral by Archbishop Lanfranc (1070-1089) and its completion, by the addition of the great central tower, at the end of the fifteenth century. But before tracing the history of the construction of the present well-known fabric, a few words will not be out of place concerning the church which preceded it on the same site. A British or Roman church, said to have been built by a certain mythical King Lucius, was given to St. Augustine by Ethelbert in a.d. 597. It was designed, broadly speaking, on the plan of the old Basilica of St. Peter at Rome, but as to the latest date of any alterations, which may or may not have been made by Augustine and his immediate successors, we have no accurate information. It is, however, definitely stated that Archbishop Odo, who held the see from a.d. 942-959, raised the walls and rebuilt the roof.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Evolution Of Modern Medicine</image:title>
            <image:caption>Our knowledge of Egyptian medicine is derived largely from the remarkable papyri dealing specially with this subject. Of these, six or seven are of the first importance. The most famous is that discovered by Ebers, dating from about 1500 B.C. A superb document, one of the great treasures of the Leipzig Library, it is 20.23 metres long and 30 centimetres high and in a state of wonderful preser vation. Others are the Kahun, Berlin, Hearst and British Museum papyri. All these have now been published the last three quite recently, edited by Wreszinski. (7) I show here a reproduction from which an idea may be had of these remarkable documents. They are motley collections, filled with incantations, charms, magical formulae, symbols, prayers and prescriptions for all sorts of ailments. One is impressed by the richness of the pharmacopoeia, and the high development which the art of pharmacy must have attained. There were gargles, salves, snuffs, inhalations, suppositories, fumigations, enemata, poultices and plasters; and they knew the use of opium, hemlock, the copper salts, squills and castor oil. Surgery was not very highly developed, but the knife and actual cautery were freely used.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Garden Design and Architects&apos; Gardens</image:title>
            <image:caption>Such steep ground exists in many countries, and where it does, a like plan must be followed. The strictly formal in such ground is as right in its way as the lawn in a garden in the Thames valley. But the lawn is the heart of the true English garden, and as essential as the terrace is to the gardens on the steep hills.
English lawns have too often been destroyed that ldquo;geometricalrdquo; gardens may be made where they are not only needless, but harmful both to the garden and home landscape. Sometimes on level ground the terrace walls cut off the view of the landscape from the house, and, on the other hand, the house from the landscape.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Sportsman&apos;s Sketches Vol 2</image:title>
            <image:caption>Give me your hand, gentle reader, and come along with me. It is glorious weather; there is a tender blue in the May sky ; the smooth young leaves of the willows glisten as though they had been polished; the wide even road is all covered with that delicate grass with the little reddish stalk that the sheep are so fond of nibbling; to right and to left, over the long sloping hillsides, the green ye is softly waving; the shadows of small clouds glide in thin long streaks over it. In the distance is the dark mass of forests, the glitter of ponds, yellow patches of village; larks in hundreds are soaring, singing, falling headlong with outstretched necks, hopping about the clods; the crows on the highroad stand still, look at you, peck at the earth, let you drive close up, and with two hops lazily move aside.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Sportsman&apos;s Sketches Vol 1</image:title>
            <image:caption>Anyone who has chanced to pass from the Bolhovsky district into the Zhizdrinsky district, must have been impressed by the striking difference between the race of people in the province of Orel and the population of the province of Kaluga. The peasant of Orel is not tall, is bent in figure, sullen and suspicious in his looks; he lives in wretched little hovels of aspen-wood, labours as a serf in the fields, and engages in no kind of trading, is miserably fed, and wears slippers of bast: the rent-paying peasant of Kaluga lives in roomy cottages of pine-wood; he is tall, bold, and cheerful in his looks, neat and clean of countenance; he carries on a trade in butter and tar, and on holidays he wears boots. The village of the Orel province (we are speaking now of the eastern part of the province) is usually situated in the midst of ploughed fields, near a water-course which has been converted into a filthy pool.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Magic Fishbone</image:title>
            <image:caption>There was once a King, and he had a Queen; and he was the manliest of his sex, and she was the loveliest of hers. The King was, in his private profession, Under Government. The Queens father had been a medical man out of town. They had nineteen children, and were always having more. Seventeen of these children took care of the baby; and Alicia, the eldest, took care of them all. Their ages varied from seven years to seven months.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Sketches by Boz</image:title>
            <image:caption>How much is conveyed in those two short Thwordsmdash;The Parish! And with how many tales of distress and misery, of broken fortune and ruined fthopes, too often of unrelieved wretchedness and successful knavery, are they associated! A poor man, with small earnings, and a large family, just manages to live on from hand to mouth, and to procure food fffrom day to day; he has barely sufficient to satisfy the present cravings of nature, and can take no heed of the future. His taxes are in arrear, quarter-day passes by, another quarter-day arrives: he can procure no more quarter for himself, and is summoned bymdash;the parish. His goods are distrained, his children are crying with cold and hunger, and the very bed on which his sick wife is lying, is dragged from beneath her. What can he do? To whom is he to apply for relief? To private charity? To benevolent individuals? Certainly not.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Haunted Man and The Ghost&apos;s Bargain</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;Everybody said so.
Far be it from me to assert that what everybody says must be true. Everybody is, often, as likely to be wrong as right. In the general experience, everybody has been wrong so often, and it has taken, in most instances, such a weary while to find out how wrong, that the authority is proved to be fallible. Everybody may sometimes be right; &quot;but that&apos;s no rule,&quot; as the ghost of Giles Scroggins says in the ballad.
The dread word, Ghost, recalls me.
Everybody said he looked like a haunted man. The extent of my present claim for everybody is, that they were so far right. He did.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Mystery Of Edwin Drood</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;An ancient English Cathedral Tower? How can the ancient English cathedral tower be here! The well-known massive gray square tower of its old Cathedral? How can that be here! There is no spike of rusty iron in the air, between the eye and it, from any point of the real prospect. What is the spike that intervenes, and who has set it up? Maybe it is set up by the Sultan&apos;s orders for the impaling of a horde of Turkish robbers, one by one. It is so, for cymbals clash, and the Sultan goes by to his palace in long procession. Ten thousand scmitars flash in the sunlight, and thrice ten thousand dancing-girls strew flowers. Then, follow white elephants caparisoned in countless gorgeous colours, and infinite in number and attendants. Still the Cathedral Tower rises in the background, where it cannot be, and still no writhing figure is on the grim spike. Stay! Is the spike so low a thing as the rusty spike on the top of a post of and old bedstead that has tumbled aşş awry? Some vague period of drowsy laughter must be devoted to the consideration of this possibility.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>International Law - A Treatise - Volume 1</image:title>
            <image:caption>The manifold interests which knit all the civilised States together and create a constant intercourse between one another, have long since brought about the necessity that these States should have one or more official representatives living abroad. Thus we find everywhere foreign envoys and consuls. They are the agents who make possible the current stream of transactions between the Governments of the different States. A number of International Offices, International Bureaux, International Commissions have been permanently appointed for the administration of international business, a permanent Court of Arbitration has been, and an International Prize Court will soon be, established at the Hague. And from time to time special international conferences and congresses of delegates of the different States are convoked for discussing and settling matters international. Though the individual States are sovereign and independent of each other, though there is no international Government above the national ones, though there is no central political authority to which the different States are subjected, yet there is something mightier than all the powerful separating factors: namely, the common interests.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dombey and Son Vol. 1</image:title>
            <image:caption>Dombey was about eig eight-and-forty years of age. Son about eight-and-forty minutes. Dombey was rather bald, rather red, and though a handsome well-made man, too stern and pompous in appearance, to be prepossessing. Son was very bald, and very red, and though (of course) an undeniably fine infant, ffsomewhat crushed and spotty in his general effect, as yet. On the brow of Dombey, Time and his brother Care had set some marks, as on a tree that was to come down in good timemdash;remorseless twins they are for striding through their human forests, notching as they gomdash;while the countenance of Son was crossed with a thousand little creases, which the same deceitful Time would take delight in smoothing out and wearing away flwith the flat part of his scythe, as a preparation of the surface for his deeper operations.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Doctor Marigold</image:title>
            <image:caption>I am a Cheap Jack, a Cheap and my own fathers name was Willum Marigold. It was in his lifetime supposed by some that his name was William, but my own father always consistently said, No, it was Willum. On which point I content myself with looking at the argument this way: If a man is not allowed to know his own name in a free country, how much is he allowed to know in a land of slavery? As to looking at the argument through the medium of the Register, Willum Marigold come into the world before Registers come up Thmuch,mdash;and went out of it too. They wouldnt have been greatly in his line neither, if they had chanced to come up before him.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Die Piraterie. Beitrage zum internationalen Seerecht</image:title>
            <image:caption>Die in der auml;lteren Litteratur viel erÖrterte Frage, ob die Barbareskenstaaten als Piraten oder als rechtmauml;ssige Kriegsfeinde zu betrachten seien, hat eine einmütige Beantwortung nicht finden kÖnnen,[17] weil die Fragestellung irreführend ist. Ihre Piraterie ist eine aus vergangener Zeit in das moderne VÖlkerrecht hineinragende Erscheinung, die sich seinen Begriffen nicht einfügt. Die Praxis hat weder das moderne Kriegsrecht auf die Barbaresken angewendet, noch sie als Piraten behandelt. Die Beziehung der feindlichen Mauml;chte steht unter altem Fremdenrecht, jus postliminii nach der romanistischen Wissenschaft.Dieser Rechtszustand ist seit dem 16. Jahrhundert dadurch kompliziert, dass eine Reihe europauml;ischer Mauml;chte ihre Beziehungen zu den Raubstaaten vertraglich regelte, andere einseitig ihnen gegenüber moderne Rechtsgrundsauml;tze zur Anwendung brachten.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Die Gerichtliche Arzneikunde in İhrem Verhltnisse Zur Rechtspflege</image:title>
            <image:caption>Das Österreichische Strafgesetzbuch hat dieses Verhauml;ltniss offenbar ganz richtig aufgefasst, indem es im sect;. 240 I. Th. hierüber erklauml;rt: bdquo;Ist das Verbrechen von solcher Art, dass, um die Beschaffenheit desselben aus den Merkmalen gründlich zu erforschen, besondere wissenschaftliche oder Kunstkenntnisse erfordert werden, so ist ein dergleichen Kunstverstauml;ndiger, und wenn es ohne bedenklichen Verzug geschehen kann, sind deren zweibeizuziehen.rdquo; Ueber den Zweck dieser Beiziehung spricht sich nun der sect;. 241. dahin aus: bdquo;Wenn der Kunstverstauml;ndige nicht schon beeidet ist, soll er dahin beeidet werden, dass er nach Eid und Pflicht a) den Gegenstand genau zu untersuchen, und b) alles was davon (dem Richter) zu wissen nÖthig ist, wahrhaft und bestimmt anzugeben habe.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Cantique de Noel</image:title>
            <image:caption>La mention des funeacute;railles de Marley me ramegrave;ne agrave; mon point de deacute;part. Il ny a pas de doute que Marley eacute;tait mort: ceci doit ecirc;tre parfaitement compris, autrement lhistoire que je vais raconter ne pourrait rien avoir de merveilleux. Si nous neacute;tions bien convaincus que le pegrave;re dHamlet est mort, avant que la piegrave;ce commence, il ny aurait rien de plus remarquable agrave; le voir rocirc;der la nuit, par un vent dest, sur les remparts de sa ville, quagrave; voir tout autre monsieur dun age mucirc;r se promener mal agrave; propos au milieu des teacute;negrave;bres, dans un lieu rafraicirc;chi par la brise, comme serait, par exemple, le cimetiegrave;re de Saint-Paul, simplement pour frapper deacute;tonnement lesprit faible de son fils.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>War Of The Classes</image:title>
            <image:caption>ldquo;Unfortunately or otherwise, people are prone to believe in the reality of the things they think ought to be so. This comes of the cheery optimism which is innate with life itself; and, while it may sometimes be deplored, it must never be censured, for, as a rule, it is productive of more good than harm, and of about all the achievement there is in the world. There are cases where this optimism has been disastrous, as with the people who lived in Pompeii during its last quivering days; or with the aristocrats of the time of Louis XVI, fiwho confidently expected the Deluge to overwhelm their children, or their childrens children, but never themselves. But there is small likelihood that the case of perverse optimism here to be considered will end in such disaster, while there is every reason to believe that the great change now manifesting itself in society will be as peaceful and orderly in its culmination as it is in its present development.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Tom Tiddler&apos;s Ground</image:title>
            <image:caption>And why Tom T why Tom Tiddlers ground?rdquo; said the Traveller.
Because he scatters halfpence to Tramps and such-like,rdquo; returned the Landlord, ldquo;and of course they pick lsquo;em up. And this being done on his own land (which it is his own land, you observe, and were his familys before him), why it is but regarding the halfpence as gold and silver, and turning the ownership of the property a bit round your finger, and there you have the name of the childrens game complete. And its appropriate too,rdquo; said the Landlord, with his favourite action of stooping a little, to look across the table out of window at vacancy, under the window-blind which was half drawn down. ldquo;Leastwise it has been so considered by many gentlemen which have partook of chops and tea in the present humble parlour.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Theft</image:title>
            <image:caption>ACT 1nbsp; A Room in the House of Senator Chalmers
ACT 2nbsp; Rooms of Howard Knox at Hotel Waltham
ACT 3nbsp; A Room in the Washington House of Anthony Starkweather
ACT 4nbsp; Same as Act I</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Wreck of the Golden Mary</image:title>
            <image:caption>I was apprenticed t to the Sea when I was twelve years old, and I have encountered a great deal of rough weather, both literal and metaphorical. It has always been my opinion since I first possessed such a thing as an opinion, that the man who knows only one subject is next tiresome to the man who knows no subject. ThTherefore, in the course of my life I have taught myself whatever I could, and although I am not an educated man, I am able, I am thankful to say, to have an intelligent interest in most things. A person might suppose, from reading the above, that I am Thin the habit of holding forth about number one. That is not the case. Just as if I was to come into a room among strangers, and must either be introduced or introduce myself, so I have taken the liberty of passing these few remarks, simply and plainly that it may be known who and what I am. I will add no more of the sort than that my name is William George Ravender, that I was born ftat Penrith half a year after my own father was drowned, and that I am on the second day of this present blessed Christmas week of ftftone thousand eight hundred and fifty-six, fifty-six years of age.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Smoke Bellew</image:title>
            <image:caption>In the beginning he was Christopher Bellew. By the time he was at college he had become Chris Bellew. Later, in the Bohemian crowd of San Francisco, he was called Kit Bellew. And in the end he was known by no other name than Smoke Bellew. And this history of the evolution of his name is the history of his evolution. Nor would it have happened had he not had a fond mother and an iron uncle, and had he not received a letter from Gillet Bellamy.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Sunday Under Three Heads</image:title>
            <image:caption>There are few things f from which I derive greater pleasure, than walking through some of the principal streets of London on a fine Sunday, in summer, and watching the cheerful faces of the lively groups with which they are thronged. There is something, to my eyes at least, exceedingly pleasing in the general desire evinced by the humbler classes of society, to appear neat and clean on Ththis their only holiday. There are many grave old persons, I know, who shake their heads with an air of profound wisdom, and tell you that poor people dress too well now-a-days; that when they were children, folks knew their stations in life better; that you may depend upon it, no good will come of this sort of thing in the end,mdash;and so forth: but I fancy I can discern in the fine bonnet of the working-mans wife, or the feather-bedizened hat of his child, no inconsiderable evidence of good feeling on the part of the man ffhimself, and an affectionate desire to expend the few shillings he can spare from his weeks wages, in improving the appearance and adding to the happiness of those who are nearest and dearest to him.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Sketches of Young Gentlemen</image:title>
            <image:caption>We found ourself s found ourself seated at a small dinner party the other day, opposite a stranger of such singular appearance and manner, that he irresistibly attracted our attention. This was a fresh-coloured young gentleman, with as good a promise of light whisker as one might wish to see, and possessed ftof a very velvet-like, soft-looking countenance. We do not use the latter term invidiously, but merely to denote a pair of smooth, plump, highly-coloured cheeks of capacious dimensions, and a mouth rather remarkable for the fresh hue of the lips than for any marked or striking expression it presented. His whole face ffwas suffused with a crimson blush, and bore that downcast, timid</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Sevgi Masalı</image:title>
            <image:caption>Bir varmış bir yokmuş, evvel zaman içinde bir Padişah ve bu Padişahın altı-yedi yaşlarında bir kızı varmış. Bu kızın birçok hizmetçisi ve kÖlesi varmış. Bir de kendisinden birazcık daha büyük, Koçali adında bir uşağı varmış. Kız yemekte peçetesini yere düşürürse Koçali hemen koşup peçeteyi alarak ona verirmiş.
Oyun oynarken kız topunu biraz uzağa kaçırırsa Koçali hemen gidip topu geri getirirmiş. Bazen de Padişahın kızı binlerce oyuncağından sıkılır ve çelikçomak oynamak istermiş. çelikçomağı da altın ve gümüştenmiş. Kız uyuduğunda kendisi de kapının Önüne yatıp uyurmuş, bÖylece hizmetçiler ve diğer saray çalışanları hanımefendilerinin uyuduğunu anlar, hiç gürültü çıkarmazlarmış. Padişahın kızı ne buyurursa buyursun Koçali buna Öylesine candan boyun eğer, işlerini Öylesine iyi yaparmış ki Prenses ona bir kere bile kızmamış.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Persuasion</image:title>
            <image:caption>That Lady Russell, of steady age and character, and extremely well provided for, should have no thought of a second marriage, needs no apology to the public, which is rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than when she does not; but Sir Walters continuing in singleness requires explanation. Be it known then, that Sir Walter, like a good father, (having met with one or two private disappointments in very unreasonable applications), prided himself on remaining single for his dear daughters sake. For one daughter, his eldest, he would really have given up any thing, which he had not been very much tempted to do. Elizabeth had succeeded, at sixteen, to all that was possible, of her mothers rights and consequence; and being very handsome, fland very like himself, her influence had always been great, and they had gone on together most happily. His two other children were of very inferior value.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>John Barleycorn</image:title>
            <image:caption>It all came to me one election day. It was on a ftwarm California afternoon, and I had ridden down into the Valley of the Moon from the ranch to the little village to vote Yes and No to a host of proposed amendments to the Constitution of the State of California. Because of the warmth of the day I had had several drinks before casting my ballot, and divers ftThdrinks after casting it. Then I had ridden up through the vine-clad hills and rolling pastures of the ranch, and arrived at the farm-house in time for another drink and supper.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Hoş Gör</image:title>
            <image:caption>Sen ne fani olur , ne de baki kalırsın, Ne mahvedebilir , ne de yaşatabilirsin. Sana gelen ilham, başkasından gelmez, Sen de bunu başkalarına vermezsin. Hakkın yalnız vadinde olması tarafı kaldı. Ceza tehdidinme sadık olduğuna dair , Açık bir alamet yoktur. Küfür ve isyan ehli cehenneme girseler de, Orada kendileri için bir zevk ve lezzet vardır . O da onlar için cennettir . Ancak onların cennetleri, Huld cennetlerinin nimetlerine benzemez. İkisi de birdir amma, Aralarında tecelli farkı vardır .</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Villette</image:title>
            <image:caption>On descending to dinner, explanations ensued. A little girl, I was told, would shortly be my companion: the daughter of a friend and distant relation of the late Dr. Brettons. This little girl, it was added, had recently lost her mother ; though, indeed, Mrs. Bretton ere long subjoined, the loss was not so great as might at first appear. Mrs. Home (Home it seems was the name) had been a ver y pretty, but a giddy, careless woman, who had neglected her child, and disappointed and disheartened her husband. So far from congenial had the union proved, that separation at last ensuedmdash;separation by mutual consent, not after any legal process. Soon after this event, the lady having over-exerted herself at a ball, caught cold, took a fever, and died after a ver y brief illness. Her husband, naturally a man of ver y sensitive feelings, and shocked inexpressibly by too sudden communication of the news, could hardly, it seems, now be persuaded but that some over-severity on his partmdash;some deficiency in patience and indulgencemdash;had contributed to hasten her end. He had brooded over this idea till his spirits were seriously affected; the medical men insisted on travelling being tried as a remedy, and meanwhile Mrs. Bretton had offered to take charge of his little girl. ldquo;And I hope,rdquo; added my godmother in conclusion, ldquo;the child will not be like her mamma; as silly and frivolous a little flirt as ever sensible man was weak enough to marr y.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Belief in Immortality and the Worship of the Dead - Vol 1</image:title>
            <image:caption>When philosophy a ffphilosophy and science by their combined efforts have ejected gods and goddesses from all the subordinate posts of nature, it might perhaps be expected that they would have no further occasion for the services of a deity, and that having relieved him of all his particular functions they would have arranged for the creation and general maintenance of the universe without ffffhim by handing over these important offices to an efficient ffstaff of those ethers, atoms, corpuscles, and so forth, which had already proved themselves so punctual in the discharge of the minor duties entrusted to them. Nor, indeed, is this expectation altogether disappointed. A number of atheistical philosophers have courageously come forward and assured us that the hypothesis of a fldeity as the creator and preserver of the universe is quite superfluous, and that all things came into being or have existed from eternity without the help of any divine spirit, and that they will continue to exist without it to the end, if end indeed there is to be. But on the whole these daring speculators appear to be in a minority.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Felatun Bey ile Rakım Efendi</image:title>
            <image:caption>Felatun Beyi tanır mısınız? Hani ya şu Mustafa Meraki Efendi―Zade Felatun Bey! Galiba tanıyamadınız. Fakat tanınacak bir çocuktur . Mustafa Meraki Efendi, Tophanenin Beyoğluna yakın bir mahallesinde oturur. Mahallesinin adını vermek olmaz. Yerini anladınız ya? Bu kadarı ile yetininiz. Kendisi kırk beşlik bir adamdır. Fakat babası, bir çocuğu genç evlendirirler ise, yüzü gÖzü açılmadan dünya evine girmiş olacağından, namus ve edebini güzel korur düşüncesinde olduğundan, Mustafa Meraki Efendiyi on altı yaşında iken evlendirmişti. Bu nedenledir ki Mustafa Meraki Efendi daha kırk beş yaşında iken yirmi yedi yaşında bir oğlu vardı: Felatun Bey. Fakat Mustafa Meraki Efendinin çocuğu yalnız Felatun Beyden ibaret değildir. Bir de kızı vardır ki adı Mihriban Hanımdır. Mustafa Meraki Efendi kırk beş yaşında olduğu zaman bu kızı da on beş yaşındaydı.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Lost World</image:title>
            <image:caption>She laughed at the elasticity of my character. ldquo;Well, in the first place, I dont think my ideal would speak like that,rdquo; said she. ldquo;He would be a harder, sterner man, not so ready to adapt himself to a silly girls whim. But, above all, he must be a man who could do, who could act, who could look Death in the face and have no fear of him, a man of great deeds and strange experiences. It is never a man that I should love, but always the glories he had won; for they would be reflected upon me. Think of Richard Burton! When I read his wifes life of him I could so understand her love! And Lady Stanley! Did you ever read the wonderful last chapter of that book about her husband? These are the sort of men that a woman could worship with all her soul, and yet be the greater, not the less, on account of her love, honored by all the world as the inspirer of noble deeds.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Half - Back: A Story Of School Football And Golf</image:title>
            <image:caption>Wesley Blair, captain of the eleven, was bringing order out of chaos. Blair was one of the leaders in school life at Hillton, a strongly built, manly fellow, beloved of the higher class boys, adored from a distance by the youngsters. Blair was ser ving his second term as football captain, having been elected to succeed himself the previous fall. At this moment, attired in the Crimson sweater, moleskin trousers, and black and crimson stockings that made up the school uniform, he looked every inch the commander of the motley array that surrounded him.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Architecture And Landscape Gardening Of The Exposition</image:title>
            <image:caption>When San Francisco was destroyed by fire in 1906, many people predicted that the city would never be rebuilt. A great number of men and women packed their goods and chattels and hastily bade farewell to the still smoking ruins of a City That Was, firmly believing that destiny had determined that it should remain forever buried in its own ashes. There was another class of men and women who were optimists. They predicted that the city would be rebuilt, but that it would require from twenty to thirty years. There was still another class of men and women who knew by observation that it required no more time to build ten buildings than one, provided the Spirit of Energy and Determination existed, to fortify the desire.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Portuguese Architecture</image:title>
            <image:caption>No one c one can look at a map of the Iberian Peninsula without being struck by the curious way in which it is unequally divided between two independent countries. Spain occupies by far the larger part of the Peninsula, leaving to Portugal only a narrow strip on the western seaboard some one hundred miles wide and three hundred and forty long. Besides, the two countries are separated the one from the other by merely artificial boundaries. The two largest rivers of the Peninsula, the Douro and the Tagus, rise in Spain, but finish their course in Portugal, and the Guadiana runs for some eighty miles through Portuguese territor before acting for a second time as a boundar y between the two countries. The same, to a lesser degree, is true of the mountains. The Gerez and the Maratilde;o are only offshoots of the Cantabrian mountains, and the Serra da Estrella in Beira is but a continuation of the Sierra de Gata which separates Leon from Spanish Estremadura. Indeed the only natural frontiers are formed by the last thirty miles of the Minho in the north, by about eighty miles of the Douro, which in its deep and narrow gorge really separates Traz os Montes from Leon; by a few miles of the Tagus, and by the Guadiana both before and after it runs through a part of Alemtejo.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The City of Domes</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;In the main, this volume consists of articles originally published in the San Francisco Bulletin. It includes material gathered from many visits to the Exposition grounds and from many talks with men concerned in the organization and the building and ornamentation. The brief history that forms the Introduction gives an account of the development. For me, as, I presume, for most people, the thing done, no matter how interesting it may he, is never so interesting as the doing of the thing, the play of the forces behind. Even in the talk with the architect, where the finished Exposition itself is discussed, I have tried to keep in mind those forces, and wherever I could to indicate their play.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Hunting in Many Lands: The Book of the Boone and Crockett Club</image:title>
            <image:caption>The first volume published b by the Boone and Crockett Club, under the title ldquo;American Big Game Hunting,rdquo; confined itself, as its title implied, to sport on this continent. In presenting the second volume, a number of sketches are included written by members who have hunted big game in other lands. The contributions of those whose names are so well known in connection with explorations in China and Tibet, and in Africa, have an exceptional interest for men whose use of the rifle has been confined entirely to the North American continent.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Hunting Dogs</image:title>
            <image:caption>Night hunting is a favorite form of hunting sport the continent over. Prime factor of the joyous, though strenuous night quest is the lsquo;coon, the court jester and wit of the nocturnal tribe of small fur bearers. Owing to the scarcity of other game and general distribution of raccoon the countr y over, lsquo;coon hunting is gaining in popular favor, winning over many of the wealthy, city-dwelling red bloods who formerly were content with more or less pleasant and successful sallies to the fields in the day-time. Consequently there is an increased demand for properly bred and trained dogs to afford the maximum of success and pleasure in this pursuit. With the ownership of dogs go the care, maintenance and proper methods of handling these willing helpers. Surprising is the meagerness ofnbsp;the information available to the average hunter, though night hunting is an institution as old as the settlement of Jamestown.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Handbook of Summer Athletic Sports</image:title>
            <image:caption>The success of Weston and OLear y in their long-distance walks in England surprised the Britons greatly. Up to the time of Westons appearance in that countr y, Englishmen had been accustomed to consider themselves the best walkers in the world; but the two Americans-the native and the naturalized-soon took the conceit out of them. The best English long-distance walkers were Peter Crossland and Henr y Vaughan, who had both done excellent work in matches of the kind then practiced in England. But the introduction of six-day contests, first started by Weston, put these professionals on unfamiliar ground, and they found that a man who could walk a hundred miles in one day was not able to cope with these American wonders, who could finish five hundred miles in six days. The Englishmen laid their defeat to the right cause-unfamiliar methods; and Sir John Astley, a rich sporting baronet, to put both parties on an equality, introduced the six-day ldquo;go-as you-pleaserdquo; match, soon to supersede all others. It was thought that runners would have the advantage over walkers in this match.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Greek Athletic Sports And Festivals</image:title>
            <image:caption>The recent revival of the Olympic games is a striking testimony to the influence which ancient Greece still exercises over the modern world, and to the important place which athletics occupied in the life of the Greeks. Other nations may have given equal attention to the physical education of the young; other nations may have been equally fond of sport; other nations may have produced individual athletes, individual performances equal or superior to those of the Greeks, but nowhere can we find any parallel to the athletic ideal expressed in the art and literature of Greece, or to the extraordinar y vitality of her athletic festivals. The growth of this ideal, and the histor y of the athletic festivals, are the subject of the following chapters.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Ginseng And Other Medicinal Plants</image:title>
            <image:caption>There are very large firms throughout the country whose sole business is for this line of merchandise, and who are at all times anxious to make contracts with parties in the countr y who will give the work business-like attention, such as would attend the production of other farm articles, and which is so necessar y to the success of the work. If one could visit the buyers of such firms and ask how reliable they have found their sources of supply for the various kinds required, it would provoke much laughter. It is quite true that not more than one in one hundred who write these firms to get an order for some one or more kinds they might supply, ever give it sufficient attention to enable a first shipment to be made. Repeated experiences of this kind have made the average buyer very promptly commit to the nearest waste basket all letters received from those who have not been doing this work in the past, recognizing the utter waste of time in corresponding with those who so far have shown no interest in the work.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Base - Ball: How to Become a Player</image:title>
            <image:caption>It may or it may not be a serious reflection upon the accuracy of histor y that the circumstances of the invention of the first ball are enveloped in some doubt. Herodotus attributes it to the Lydians, but several other writers unite in conceding to a certain beautiful lady of Corcyra, Anagalla by name, the credit of first having made a ball for the purpose of pastime. Several passages in Homer rather sustain this latter view, and, therefore, with the weight of evidence, and to the glor y of woman, we, too, shall adopt this theor y. Anagalla did not apply for letters patent, but, whether from goodness of heart or inability to keep a secret, she lost no time in making known her invention and explaining its uses. Homer, then, relates how: ldquo;Oer the green mead the sporting virgins play, Their shining veils unbound; along the skies, Tost and retost, the ball incessant flies.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Cricket</image:title>
            <image:caption>Cricket began when first a man-monkey, instead of catching a cocoanut thrown him playfully by a fellowanthropoid, hit it away from him with a stick which he chanced to be holding in his hand. But the date of this occurrence is not easy to ascertain, and therefore it is impossible to fix the date of the invention of cricket. For cricket has passed through so many stages of evolution before arriving at the phase in which we find it to-day that it is difficult to say when the name, as we understand its meaning, first became rightly applicable to it. The first use of the name ldquo;cricketrdquo; for any game is indeed a matter entirely of conjecture. It is not known precisely by Skeat, nor Strutt, nor Mr. Andrew Lang. But whether the name was applied by reason of the cricket or crooked stick, which was the early form of the bat, or whether from the cross stick used as a primitive bail, or from the cricket or stool, at which the bowler aimed the ball, really does not ver y much matter, for all these etymological vanities belong rather to the mythological age of cricket than the historical.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Architecture Gothic and Renaissance</image:title>
            <image:caption>The history, the features, and the most famous examples of European architecture, during a period extending from the rise of the Gothic, or pointed, style in the twelft h century to the general depression which overtook the Renaissance style at the close of the eighteenth, form the subject of this little volume. I have endeavoured to adopt as free and simple a mode of treatment as is compatible with the accurate statement of at least the outlines of so very technical a subject</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Treatise On Sheep</image:title>
            <image:caption>The truth of the Greek p truth of the Greek proverb, that ldquo;a great book is a great evil,rdquo; is no where more apparent than in the construction of works on agricultural concerns. Those who have attended to the subject well know, that the profitable management of live-stock is by far the most difficult branch of farming, as it is here that improvement is peculiarly tardy ; and from this we might infer that authors would endeavour so to arrange and simplify their treatises as to enable ever y one to obtain the bearings of the study at the smallest possible expense and trouble. Such, however, is not the case. Many would appear to have done their best so to dilute and mystify the little which is known about the matter, that it is nearly impossible for any one, not gifted with more than ordinar y power of application, to arrive at any thing like just conclusions. To avoid this error has been my object in the following pages. Such points only as are of real importance have been noticed; ever y thing having been rejected which could not admit of a practical application.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Architecture: Classic and Early Christian</image:title>
            <image:caption>Architecture may be described as building at its best, and when we talk of the architecture of any city or countr y we mean its best, noblest, or most beautiful buildings; and we imply by the use of the word that these buildings possess merits which entitle them to rank as works of art. The architecture of the civilised world can be best understood by considering the great buildings of each important nation separately. The features, ornaments, and even forms of ancient buildings differed just as the speech, or at any rate the literature, differed. Each nation wrote in a different language, though the books may have been devoted to the same aims; and precisely in the same way each nation built in a style of its own, even if the buildings may have been similar in the purposes they had to ser ve. The division of the subject into the architecture of Egypt, Greece, Rome is therefore the most natural one to follow.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>An Abridgment Of The Architecture Of Vitruvius</image:title>
            <image:caption>For Architecture b Architecture being an Art that has scarce any other Rule to walk by, in performing all those Excellencies her Works are capable of, than what we call a Good Fancy, which truly distinguishes that which is Beautiful and Good from that which is not so; its absolutely necessar y that one be perswaded that the Fancy he follows is better than any other; to the end, that this Perswasion insinuating it self into them that study this Art, it may form in them a Correct and Regular Idea, which without this Perswasion, would be always floating and uncertain; so that to establish this Good Fancy, its necessar y to have one to whom we give great deference, and who has merited great Credit by the Learning that is found in his Writings; and is believed to have had sufficient abilities of chusing well among all Antiquity, that which is most solid and capable of founding the Precepts of Architecture.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Architecture And Democracy</image:title>
            <image:caption>The world wa world war represents not the triumph, but the birth of democracy. The true ideal of democracy-the rule of a people by the demos, or group soul-is a thing unrealized. How then is it possible to consider or discuss an architecture of democracy-the shadow of a shade? It is not possible to do so with any degree of finality, but by an intention of consciousness upon this juxtaposition of ideas-architecture and democracy-signs of the times may yield new meanings, relations may emerge between things apparently unrelated, and the future, always existent in ever y present moment, may be evoked by that strange magic which resides in the human mind. Architecture, at its worst as at its best, reflects always a true image of the thing that produced it; a building is revealing even though it is false, just as the face of a liar tells the thing his words endeavor to conceal. This being so, let us make such architecture as is ours declare to us our true estate.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A &apos;Bawl&apos; For American Cricket</image:title>
            <image:caption>The popular demand for perfect ball playing, has developed such marked differences in England and America, that a short comparison between base ball and cricket may be of interest to some readers, and may tend to greater toleration. Here the professional has been brought into undue prominence, because of his recognized skill, while the people ignore the efforts of the amateurs, and cannot be induced to part with their ldquo;quarterrdquo; to see a ldquo;comedy of base ball errors,rdquo; or witness the efforts of the undisciplined cricketer, to amuse himself at their expense.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A B C Of Gothic Architectue</image:title>
            <image:caption>Architectural History can only be understood by the eye, either by seeing the buildings themselves, with time to examine the construction and the details of each period, or by accurate representations of them arranged in chronological order. This is what has been attempted in the present work; and when so arranged, any one, however ignorant of the subject, can see and understand the gradual progress and change from one generation to another. What is thus understood is also easily remembered; we can always remember what we have seen, much better than what we have only heard or read about; an accurate representation of each object is better than many pages of description, or of essays about it. The arrangement made in this little work will enable any one to understand the general principles of what are called the styles or periods of Gothic Architecture.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Swimming Scientifically Taught</image:title>
            <image:caption>For a an adult person to be unable to swim points to something like criminal negligence; every man, woman and child should learn. A person who can not swim may not only become a danger to himself, but to some one, and perhaps to several, of his fellow beings. Children as early as the age of four may acquire the art; none are too young, none too old. Doctors recommend swimming as the best all-around exercise. It is especially beneficial to ner vous people. Swimming reduces corpulency, improves the figure, expands the lungs, improves the circulation of the blood, builds up general health, increases vitality, gives self-confidence in case of danger, and exercises all the muscles in the body at one time. As an aid to development of the muscular system, it excels other sports. Ever y muscle is brought into play.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Personal History of David Copperfield Vol. 2</image:title>
            <image:caption>He assented to this in the most earnest manner; and implored me, if I should see him wandering an inch out of the right course, to recal him by some of those superior methods which were always at my command. But I regret to state that the fright I had given him proved too much for his best attempts at concealment. All the evening his eyes wandered to my aunts face, with an expression of the most dismal apprehension, as if he saw her growing thin on the spot. He was conscious of this, and put a constraint upon his head; but his keeping that immovable, and sitting rolling his eyes like a piece of machinery, did not mend the matter at all. I saw him look at the loaf at supper (which happened to be a small one), as if nothing else stood between us and famine; and when my aunt insisted on his making his customary repast, I detected him in the act of pocketing fragments of his bread and cheese; I have no doubt for the purpose of reviving us with those savings, when we should have reached an advanced stage of attenuation.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Orations of Lysias</image:title>
            <image:caption>It is no easy task for one man to enumerate the brave deeds of so many, nor to tell in a single day the acts of all time. For what speech or time or orator could adequately testify to the valor of these men lying here? 55. For after countless struggles and signal contests and glorious encounters they have made Greece free, and proved their country the greatest, which ruled the sea for seventy years, kept the allies from revolt, (56) not permitting the many to be enslaved by the few, but forcing all to share alike, nor weakening the allies, but establishing them, so that the great king no longer longed for others goods, but yielded up some of his own possessions and trembled for the future. 57. No ships sailed for Asia in that time, nor was a tyrant established among the Greeks, nor was a Greek city enslaved by the barbarians. Such was the moderation and fear their valor produced on all men. For this reason they alone must be the champions of the Greeks and leaders of the cities.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The English Constitution</image:title>
            <image:caption>This is what happens in common cases; and in the uncommonmdash;the ninety-ninth case in a hundredmdash;in which the Opposition hoped to turn out the Government because of the alleged badness of the treaty they have made, the criticism is sure to be of the most undesirable character, and to say what is most offensive to foreign nations. All the practised acumen of anti-Government writers and speakers is sure to be engaged in proving that England has been imposed uponmdash;that, as was said in one case, ldquo;The moral and the intellectual qualities have been divided; that our negotiation had the moral, and the negotiation on the other side the intellectual,rdquo; and so on. The whole pitch of party malice is then expended, because there is nothing to check the party in opposition. The treaty has been made, and though it may be censured, and the party which made it ousted, yet the difficulty it was meant to cure is cured, and the opposing party, if it takes office, will not have that difficulty to deal with.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Southern Horrors Lynch Law in All Its Phases</image:title>
            <image:caption>Mr. Duke, before leaving Montgomer y, signed a card disclaiming any intention of slandering Southern white women. The editor of the Free Speech has no disclaimer to enter, but asserts instead that there are many white women in the South who would marr y colored men if such an act would not place them at once beyond the pale of society and within the clutches of the law. The miscegnation laws of the South only operate against the legitimate union of the races; they leave the white man free to seduce all the colored girls he can, but it is death to the colored man who yields to the force and advances of a similar attraction in white women. White men lynch the offending Afro- American, not because he is a despoiler of virtue, but because he succumbs to the smiles of white women</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Laws</image:title>
            <image:caption>The remaining books of the Laws, ix-xii, are chiefly concerned with criminal offences. In the first class are placed offences against the Gods, especially sacrilege or robbery of temples: next follow offences against the state,mdash;conspiracy, treason, theft. The mention of thefts suggests a distinction between voluntary and involuntary, curable and incurable offences. Proceeding to the greater crime of homicide, Plato distinguishes between mere homicide, manslaughter, which is partly voluntary and partly involuntary, and murder, which arises from avarice, ambition, fear. He also enumerates murders by kindred, murders by slaves, wounds with or without intent to kill, wounds inflicted in anger, crimes of or against slaves, insults to parents. To these, various modes of purification or degrees of punishment are assigned, and the terrors of another world are also invoked against them.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Essentials Of American Constitutional Law</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;The powers of Congress are derived through this Constitution and are adequate to the legislative needs of the government thus created. Here again applies the principle as to proper legislative powers: &quot;Let the end be legitimate, let it be within the scope of the Constitution, and all means which are appropriate, which are plainly adapted to that end, which are not prohibited, but consist with the letter and spirit of the Constitution, are constitutional.&quot; If this principle be true (and it lies at the basis of government in America), it seems unnecessary that the Constitution should specify, or enumerate the powers of Congress. These which are enumerated may not be said to be in any logical order. Doubtless the qualities of sovereignty are equal qualitiesmdash;each essential to the supreme end and purpose of sovereigntymdash;which end and purpose is to be and to remain sovereignty.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Holly - Tree</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;I have kept one secret in the course of my life. I am a bashful man. Nobody would suppose it, nobody ever does suppose it, nobody ever did suppose it, but I am naturally a bashful man. This is the secret which I have never breathed until now.
I might greatly move the reader by some account of the inmumerable place I have not been to, the innumerable people I have not called upon or received, the innumerable social evasions I have been guilty of, solely because I am by original constitution and character a bashful man. But I will leave the reader unmoved, and proceed with the object before me.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Uncommercial Traveller</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;No landlord is my friend and brother, no chambermaid loves me, no waiter worships me, no boots admires and envies me. No round of beef or tongue or ham is expressly cooked for me, no pigeonpie is especially made for me, no hotel-advertisement is personally addressed to me, no hotel-room tapestried with great-coats and railway wrappers is set apart for me, no house of public entertainment in the United Kingdom greatly cares for my opinion of its brandy or sherry. When I go upon my journeys, I am not usually rated at a low figure in the bill; when I come home from my journeys, I never get any commission. I know nothing about prices, and should have no idea, if I were put to it, how to wheedle a man into ordering something he doesn&apos;t want. As a town traveller, I am never to be seen driving a vehicle externally like a young and volatile pianoforte van, and internally like an oven in which a number of flat boxes are baking in layers.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Reprinted Pieces</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;A shadow on the wall in which my mind&apos;s eye can discern some traces of a rocky sea-coast, recalls to me a fearful story of travel derived from that unpromising narrator of such stories, a parliamentary blue-book. A convict is its chief figure, and this man escapes with other prisoners from a penal settlement. It is an island, and they seize a boat, and get to the main land. Their way is by a rugged and precipitous sea-shore, and they have no earthly hope of ultimate escape, for the party of soldiers despatched by an easier course to cut them off, must inevitably arrive at their distant bourne long before them, and retake them if by any hazard they survive the horrors of the way. Famine, as they all must have foreseen, besets them early in their course. Some of the party die and are eaten; some are murdered by the rest and eaten. This one awful creature eats his fill, and sustains his strength, and lives on to be recaptured and taken back.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>To Be Read At Dusk</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;The mountain in the sunset had stopped the five couriers in a conversation. It is a sublime sight, likely to stop conversation. The mountain being now out of the sunset, they resumed. Not that I had heard any part of their previous discourse; for indeed, I had not then broken away from the American gentleman, in the travellers parlour of the convent who sitting with his face to the fire, had undertaken to realise to me the whole progress of events which had led to the accumulation by the Honourable Ananias Dodger of one of the largest acquisitions of dollars ever made in our country.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Mugby Junction</image:title>
            <image:caption>&quot;A place relete with shadowy shapes, this Mugby Junction in the black hours of the four-andtwenty. Mysterious goods trains, covered with palls and gliding on like vast weird funerals, conveyingnbsp; themselves guiltily away from the presence of the few lighted lamps, as if their freight had come to a secret and unlawful end. Half miles of coal pursuing in a Detective manner, following when they lead, stopping when they stop, backing when they back. Red hot embers showering out upon the ground, down this dark avenue, and down the other, as if torturing fires were being raked clear; concurrently, shrieks and groans and grinds invading the ear, as if the tortured were at the height of their suffering. Iron-barred cages full of cattle jangling by midway, the drooping beasts with horns entangled, eyes frozen with terror, and mounths too: at least they have long icicles (or what seem so) hanging from their lips. Unknown languages in the air, conspiring in red, green and white characters. An earthquake accompained with thunder and lightning, going up express to London.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Master Humphrey&apos;s Clock</image:title>
            <image:caption>In the present instance, the host or author, in opening his new establishment, provided no bill of fare. Sensible of the difficulties of such an undertaking in its infancy, he preferred that it should make its own way, silently and gradually, or make no way at allç It has made its way, and is doing such a thriving business that nothing remains for him but to add, in the words of the good old civic ceremony, now that one dish has been discussed and finished, and another smokes upon the board, that he drinks to his guests in a loving-cup, and bids them a hearty welcome.&quot;</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Dombey and Son Vol. 2</image:title>
            <image:caption>Honest Captain Cuttle, flas the weeks flew over him in his fortified retreat, by no means abated any of his prudent provisions against surprise, because of the Thnon-appearance of the enemy. The Captain argued that his present security was too profound and wonderful to endure much longer; he knew that when the wind stood in a fair quarter, the weathercock was seldom nailed there; and he was too well acquainted with the determined and dauntless character of Mrs MacStinger, to doubt that that heroic woman had devoted herself to the task of his discovery and capture. Trembling beneath the weight of these reasons, Captain Cuttle lived a very close and retired ftlife; seldom stirring abroad until after dark; venturing even then only into the obscurest streets; never going forth at all on Sundays; and both within and without the walls of his retreat, avoiding bonnets, as if they were worn by raging lions.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>American Notes for General Circulation</image:title>
            <image:caption>We had exp experienced a pretty smart shock before coming below, which, but that we were the most sanguine people living, might have prepared us for the Thworst. The imaginative artist to whom I have already made allusion, has depicted in the same great work, a chamber of almost interminable perspective, furnished, as Mr. Robins would say, in a style of more than Eastern splendour, and filled (but not inconveniently so) with groups of ladies and gentlemen, in the very highest state of enjoyment and vivacity. Before descending into the bowels of the ship, we had passed from the deck into a long narrow apartment, not unlike a gigantic hearse with windows in the sides; having at the upper end a melancholy stove, at which three or four chilly stewards were warming their hands; while on either side, extending down its whole dreary length, was a long, long table, over each of which a rack, fixed to the low roof, and stuck full of drinking-glasses and cruet-stands, hinted dismally at rolling seas and heavy weather.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Message from the Sea</image:title>
            <image:caption>Captain Jorgan had to look high to look at it, for the village ftffThwas built sheer up the face of a steep and lofty cliff. There was no road in it, there was no wheeled vehicle in it, there was not a level ffyard in it. From the sea-beach to the cliff-top two irregular rows of white houses, placed opposite to one another, and twisting here and there, and there and here, rose, like the sides of a long succession of stages of crooked ladders, and you climbed up the village or climbed down the village by the staves between, some six feet wide or so, and Thmade of sharp irregular stones. The old pack-saddle, long laid aside in most parts of England as one of the appendages of its infancy, flflourished here intact. Strings of pack-horses and pack-donkeys toiled slowly up the staves of the ladders, bearing fish, and coal, and such other cargo as was unshipping at the pier from the dancing flfleet of village boats, and from two or three little coasting traders.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Child&apos;s Dream of a Star</image:title>
            <image:caption>There was once a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered flat the beauty of the flowers; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky; they wondered at the depth of the bright water; they wondered at the goodness and the power of God, who made the lovely world.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>A Budget of Christmas Tales by Charles Dickens and Others</image:title>
            <image:caption>Marley wa Thwas dead, to begin with. There is no doubt Thwhatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooges name was good upon lsquo;Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.
Old Marley was dead as a door-nail. Scrooge knew he was dead? Of course he did. How could it be otherwise? Scrooge and he were partners for I dont know how many years. Scrooge was his sole executor, his sole administrator, his sole assign, his sole residuary legatee, his sole friend, and sole mourner. And even Scrooge was not so dreadfully cut up by the sad event, but that he was an excellent man of business on the very day of the funeral, and solemnized it with an undoubted bargain.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>Three Ghost Stories</image:title>
            <image:caption>Under none of the accredited ghostly circumstances, and environed by none of the conventional ghostly surroundings, did I first make acquaintance with the house which is the subject of this Christmas piece. I saw it in the daylight, with the sun upon it. There was no wind, no rain, no lightning, no thunder, no awful or unwonted ffcircumstance, of any kind, to heighten its effect. More than that: I had come to it direct from a railway station: it was not more than a mile distant from the railway station; and, as I stood outside the house, looking back upon the way I had come, I could see the goods train running smoothly along the embankment in the valley. I will not say that everything was utterly commonplace, because I doubt if anything can be that, except to utterly commonplace peoplemdash;and there my vanity steps in; but, I will take it on myself to say that anybody might see the house as I saw it, any fine autumn morning.</image:caption>
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            <image:title>The Valley of the Moon</image:title>
            <image:caption>She flung wild glances, like those of an entrapped animal, up and down the big whitewashed room that panted with heat and that was thickly humid with the steam that sizzled from the damp cloth under the irons of the many ironers. From the girls and women near her, all swinging irons steadily but at high pace, came ffffquick glances, and labor efficiency suffered to the extent Thof a score of suspended or inadequate movements. The elderly womans cry had caused a tremor of money-loss to pass among the piece-work ironers of fancy starch.</image:caption>
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