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Now is the time to support the democratic movement growing on the island," Bush said in an address at the U.S. State Department. "Now is the time to stand with the Cuban people as they stand up for their liberty. And now is the time for the world to put aside its differences and prepare for Cuban's transitions to a future of freedom and progress and promise
I spoke to President Musharraf right before I came over here to visit with President Sarkozy. And my message was that we believe strongly in elections, and that you ought to have elections soon, and you need to take off your uniform. You can't be the President and the head of the military at the same time. So I had a very frank discussion with him.
I don't -- you know, "quagmire" is an interesting word. If you lived in Iraq and had lived under a tyranny, you'd be saying, god, I love freedom -- because that's what's happened. And there are killers and radicals and murderers who kill the innocent to stop the advance of freedom. But freedom is happening in Iraq. And we're making progress.
No. I believe oil prices are going up because the demand for oil outstrips the supply for oil. Oil is going up because developing countries still use a lot of oil. Oil is going up because we use too much oil, and the capacity to replace reserves is dwindling. That's why the price of oil is going up.
I believe it is important for us to send clear signals to the Iranian government that the free world understands the risks of you trying to end up with a nuclear weapon. And, therefore, we will work together to try to find if there's not rational people inside your government who are tired of isolation and who believe there's a better way forward.
President George W. Bush responds to a question Wednesday, Nov. 7, 2007, during a joint press availability with President Nicolas Sarkozy of France at Mount Vernon. Said the President, "I can't thank the President enough for his willingness to stand with young democracies as they struggle against extremists and radicals.France's voice is important and it's cle
First of all, you know, the Syrian influence in Lebanon was something that the previous government and I worked on to -- collaboratively. And because France and the United States worked together, we passed 1551 Resolution out of the United Nations, which got Syria out of Lebanon, by and large. And so we spent time collaborating on how best to make sure that Syria doesn't influence the presidential elections; that, in fact, the presidency is picked by the Lebanese people.
And I'm very aware that Mr. Hariri and Nabih Berri are in consultations as to whether or not they can come up with an acceptable candidate to them, not to Syria; whether or not the Lebanese people can be assured that their President is going to be representing the people of Lebanon, not the people -- not the government of Syria.
And I'm comfortable with President Sarkozy's government sending clear messages that meet common objectives, and our common objective here is for this Lebanese democracy to survive, thrive and serve as an example
Mr. President, distinguished guests: Laura and I offer you a warm welcome to the White House -- or should I say: Bienvenue a la Maison Blanche. (Applause.)
In 1777, another George W. welcomed to America another Frenchman. His name was Lafayette. The two leaders built a strong friendship, based on common values and common virtues. They both recognized the power of human freedom. They both served with courage in freedom's cause. And they both anticipated that freedom would advance in other lands following its victory here in America.
President George W. Bush and Mrs. Laura Bush stand with President Nicolas Sarkozy of France on the North Portico of the White House after his arrival for dinner Tuesday, Nov. 6, 2007. White House photo by Chris Greenberg Two centuries later, our two nations are honoring their legacy of Lafayette by helping others resist tyranny and terror. French and American troops are helping to defend a young democracy in Afghanistan. Our two nations support the democratic government of Le
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly adv
anced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
ACT IV SCENE IV Hall in Capulet's house.
Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse
LADY CAPULET Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
Nurse They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Enter CAPULET
CAPULET Come, stir, stir, stir! the second c*ck hath crow'd,
The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: 5
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for the cost.
Nurse Go, you cot-quean, go,
Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
For this night's watching. 10
CAPULET No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
LADY CAPULET Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
But I will watch you from such watching now.
Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse
CAPULET A jealous hood, a jealous hood! 15
Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets
Now, fellow,
What's there?
First Servant Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
CAPULET Make
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Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract and look another way:
So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,
Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it;
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee
To make him much outlive a gilded tomb,
And to be praised of ages yet to be.
Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how
To make him seem long hence as he shows now.
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all, The flat unraised spirits that have dared On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this c*ckpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we
cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? O, pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest in little place a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work. Suppose within the girdle of these walls Are now confined two mighty monarchies, Whose high upreared and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder: Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts; Into a thousand parts divide on man, And make imaginary puissance;
Think
when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth; For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass: for the which supply, Admit me Chorus to this history; Who prologue-like your humble patience pray, Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play. [Exit]
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The Taming of the Shrew
ACT V SCENE I Padua. Before LUCENTIO'S house.
GREMIO discovered. Enter behind BIONDELLO,LUCENTIO, and BIANCA
BIONDELLO Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready.
LUCENTIO I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee
at home; therefore leave us.
BIONDELLO Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; and 5
then come back to my master's as soon as I can.
Exeunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO
GREMIO I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, GRUMIO,with Attendants
PETRUCHIO Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house:
My father's bears more toward the market-place;
Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir. 10
VINCENTIO You shall not choose but drink before you go:
I think I shall command your welcome here,
And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.
Knocks
GREMIO They're busy within; you were best knock louder.
Pedant looks out of
In August of 2005, Mars is finally flooded with retirees. By September, LaFarge and his wife Anna have settled in, but they still miss their deceased son, Tom. One night, Tom shows up on their porch. LaFarge has trouble believing that he is real, but Anna does not. She insists that they go into town. Tom is terrified to do so, and when the three arrive, Tom immediately disappears. A family with a lost daughter caught sight of him, and he morphed into their lost daughter. LaFarge goes to look for him, and soon many people are chasing the Martian through town, seeing in him whoever is most on their minds. A policeman sees a criminal. Eventually, the former Tom falls to the ground, melts, and dies, over-strained.
It is November of 2005, and news comes from Earth that atomic war is imminent. A priest and a luggage salesman are discussing how unreal the war seems, and how there may soon be a run on luggage. They speculate that people have not been away from Earth long enough not to go back if here is a large war.
Man, was a a distant shore, and the men spread upon it in wave... Each wave different, and each wave stronger. The Martian ChroniclesRay Bradbury is a storyteller without peer, a poet of the possible, and, indisputably, one of America's most beloved authors. In a much celebrated literary career that has spanned six decades, he has produced an astonishing body of work: unforgettable novels, including Fahrenheit 451 and Something Wicked This Way Comes; essays, theatrical works, screenplays and teleplays; The Illustrated Mein, Dandelion Wine, The October Country, and numerous other superb short story collections. But of all the dazzling stars in the vast Bradbury universe, none shines more luminous than these masterful chronicles of Earth's settlement of the fourth world from the sun. Bradbury's Mars is a place of hope, dreams and metaphor-of crystal pillars and fossil seas-where a fine dust settles on the great, empty cities of a silently destroyed civilization. It is here the invaders have come to despoil and
THEPLANET WAS ABSOLUTELY FLAT. ITS ENOURMUS GRAVITY HAD LONG AGO CRUSHED
INTO ONE UNIFORM LEVEL THE MOUNTAINS OF ITS FIERY YOUTH--MOUNTAINS WHOSE
MIGHTIEST PEAKS HAD NEVER EXCEEDED A FEW METERS IN HEIGHT. YET THERE WAS
LIFE HERE, FOR THE SURFACE WAS COVERED WITH A MYRIAD GEOMETRICAL PATTERNS
THAT CRAWLED AND MOVED AND CHANGED THEIR COLOR. IT WAS A WORLD OF TWO
DEMENSIONS, INHABITED BY BEINGS WHO COULD BE NO MORE THAN A FRACTION OF A
CENTIMETER IN THICKNESS.
AND IN THE SKY WAS A SUN THAT NO OPIUM EATER COULD HAVE IMAGINED IN HIS WILDEST DREAMS. TOO HOT TO BE WHITE, IT WAS A
SEARING GHOST AT THE FRONTIERS OF THE ULTRAVIOLET, BURNING ITS PLANETS WITH
RADIATIONS WICH WOULD BE INSTANTLY LETHAL TO ALL EARTHLY FORMS OF LIFE.
OFR MILLIONS OD KILOMETERS AROUND EXTENDED GREAT VEILS OF GAS AND DUST,
FLOURESCING IN COUNTLESS COLORS AS THE BLAST OF OF ULTRAVIOLET TORE THROUGH
THEM. IT WAS A STAR AGAINST WICH EARTH'S PALE SUN WOULD HAVE BEEN A FEEBLE
GLOWWORM AT NOON.
SHORTLY AFTER 7 AM IN JUNE 30, 1908, EARLY RISING FARMERS. HERDSMEN, AND TRAPPERS IN THE SPARESLY SETTLED VASTNESS OF CENTRAL SIBERIAN PLATEU WATCHED IN AWE AS A CYLINDRICAL OBJECT, GLOWING WITH AN INTENSE BLUISH-WHITE LIGHT AND TRAILING A FIERY TAIL, RACED ACROSS A CLEAR BLUE SKY TOWARD THE NORTHERN HORIZON. AT 7:17, OVER A DESOLATE REGION OF BOGS AND LOW, PINE COVERED HILLS TRAVERSED BY THE STONY TUNGUSKA RIVER , IT DISAPPEARED; INSTANTLY, "A PILLER OF FIRE" LEAPED SKYWARD , SO HIGH IT WAS SEEN HUNDREDS OF MILES AWAY; THE EARTH SHUDDERED UNDER THE IMPACT OF A TITANIC EXPLOSION; THE AIR WAS WAS WRACKED BY THUNDEROUS CLAPS; AND A SUPERHEATED WIND RUSHED OUTWARD, SETTING PARTS OF THE TAIGA ON FIRE. AT A TRADING POST FORTY MILES FROM THE BLAST, A MAN SITTING ON THE STEPS OF HIS HOUSE SAW THE BLINDING FLASH, COVERED HIS EYES AND EXCLAIMED "OH SNAP!"; HE FELT SCORCHED, AS IF THE SHIRT ON HIS BACK WERE BURNING, AND THE NEXT MOMENT HE WAS HURLED FROM THE STEPS BY A SHOCK WAVE AND KNOCKED
UNCONSIOUS. FOUR HUNDRED MILES TO THE SOUTH THE GROUND HEAVED UNDER THE TRACKS OF THE RECENTLY COMPLETED TRANS-SIBERIAN RAILWAY, THREATENING TO DERIAL AN EXPRESS. AND ABOVE THE TUNGUSKA REGION A MASS OF BLACK CLOUDS, PILING UP TO A HEIGHT OF TWELVE MILES, DUMPED A SHOWER OF "BLACK RAIN"(EW) ON THE COUNTRYSIDE - DIRT AND DEBRIS SUCKED UP BY THE EXPLOSION - WHILE RUMBLING LIKE HEAVY ARTILLERY FIRE VIBRATED THROUGHOUT CENTRAL RUSSIA.
SINCE SEISMOGRAPHS AND BAROGRAPHS EVERYWHERE HAD RECORDED THE EVENT, THE ENTIRE WORLD KNEW THAT SOMETHING EXTRAORDINARY OCCURED IN THE SIBERIAN WILDERNESS. BUT WHAT? SCIENTISTS CONJECTURED THAT A GIANT METEROITE MUST HAVE FALLEN, EXPLODING FROM THE INTENSE HEAT ITS IMPACT GENERATED. ON HITTING THE GROUND, SUCH A BODY WOULD, THEORETICALLY, HAVE BLOWN OUT A HUGE CRATER LIKE THE ONE IN ARIZONA, THREE FEET QUARTERS OF A MILE SQAURE, LEFT BY A METEORITE THAT FELL FIFTY THOUSAND YEARS AGO, BUT THE SIBERIAN "IMPACT SITE" TURNED OUT TO BE A DISMAL SWAMP:(, WITH
NO TRACE OF A METEORITE TO BE SEEN. NEVERTHELESS, FOR WANT OF A BETTER EXPLENATION, SCIENTISTS CONTINUED TO ASCRIBE THE CATACLYSM TO A METEORITE, AND LEONARD KULIK, A MINEROLOGIST WHO HEADED GOVERNMENT-SPONSORED EXPEDITIONS TO THE TUNGSKA IN THE EARLY 1920'S AND AGAIN IN 1938-39 SEARCHED FOR EVIDENCE TO SUPPORT HIS VIEW.
ALTHOUGH THIS SEARCH PROVED FRUITLESS, KULIK UNCOVERED A WEALTH OF INFORMATION ABOUT THE BLAST. NEAR THE SWAMP INTO WICH THE METEORITE HAD SOPPOSEDLY PLUMMETED, SCORCHED TREES, STRIPPED OF THEIR BRANCHES, STILL STOOD, BUT AROUND THESE WIERD "TELEGRAPH-POLE" FORST, EXCEPT WHERE INTERVENING HILLS HAD SHEILDED THEM, EVERY TREE WITHIN FIFTY MILES HAD BEEN BLOWN FLAT, ITS TRUNK POINTING AWAY FROM THE SWAMP. FROM THIS - AND FROM FAILURE TO FIND EVEN A SMALL IMPACT CRATER - KULIK CONCLUDED THAT THE METEORITE HAD NEVER REACHED THE GROUND BUT HAD EXPLODED TWO OR THREE MILES UP IN THE AIR. THE OTHER CURIOUS DETAILS: THE BLAST 'S INTENSE HEAT MELTED THE PERMAFROST, CAUSING WATER TRAP
PED UNDERGROUND FOR TENS OF THOUSANDS OF YEARS TO GUSH FORTH IN FOUNTAINS, AND THOSE REINDEER HAD NOT BEEN KILLED HAD DEVELOPED MYSTERIOUS BLISTERS AND SCABS ON THEIR HIDES, STRANGER STILL, EXAMINATION OF THE TREES THAT HAD BEEN GERMANATING IN 1908 REVEALED THAT THEY HAD GROWN AT SEVERAL TIMES THE NORMAL RATE.
DURING WORLD WARII KULIK WAS CAPTURED BY THE GERMANS AND DIED A PRISONER THE RIDDLE HE HAD WORKED TO SOLVE WAS FORGOTTEN. ON AUGUST 1945, HOWEVER, CERTAIN RUSSIAN SCIENTISTS WERE ABRUPTLY REMINDED OF IT BY THE ATM - BOMBINGS OF HIROSHIMA AND NAGASAKI, EVENTS WICH SEEMED UNCANNILY FAMILIAR IN BOTH MANIFESTATIONS (THE FIREBALL, THE SEARING THERMAL CURRENT, THE TOWERING "MUSHROOM" CLOUD") AND THEIR EFFECTS (THE INSTANTANEOUS AND NEAR - TOTAL DESTRUCTION, THE RADIATION BURNS ON LIVING FLESH, THE ACCELERATED GROWTH OF NEW PLANT LIFE(THAT'S HOW MARICLE GROW WORKS), EVEN THE "TELEGRAPH - POLE" APPEARENCE OF SCORCHED AND BRANCHLESS TREES STANDING BELOW AT WHICH AN ATOM BOMB WAS D
DETONATED).
COULD THE SIBERIAN BLAST HAVE BEEN ATOMIC? IN 1958 A RUSSIAN ENGINEER TURNED WRITER, ALEKSANDER KAZANTSEV, PUBLISHED A STORY - ARTICLE PINNING THAT DISASTER ON MARTIANS KILLED ON THEIR WAY TO EARTH BY COSMIC RAYS OR METEORITE BOMBARDMENT, THEIR SHIP, WITH NO ONE AT THE CONTROLS, HURTLES INTO OUR ATMOSPHERE AT UNREDUCED SPEED AND BURNS UP FROM FRICTION, TRIGGERING A CHAIN REACTION IN ITS ATOMIC FUEL THAT SETS OFF AN EXPLOSION. FEW INFORMED READERS READERS BY THEN STILL EXCEPTED THE METEORITE THEORY, AND SOME, PARTICULARILY YOUNGER MEN AND WOMEN, FOUND KAZANTEV'S HYPOTHESIS PERSUASIVE, BUT OTHERS REJECTED IT IN FAVOR OF AN EARLIER ALTERNATE EXPLENATION, ACCORDING TO WICH THE HEAD OF A COMET HAD PENETRATED THE ATMOSPHERE AT SUCH HUGH VELOCITY AND THAT THE HEAT IT GENERATED HAD CAUSED THE COMET TO BLOW UP, (SKEPTICS POINTED OUT, HOWEVER, THAT A COMET COULD HARDLY HAVE APPROACHED EARTH WITHOUT BEING SEEN.)
TWO FURTHER EXPLENATIONS INVOLVING NATURAL CAUSES HAVE BEEN ADVANCED THE FIRST IS A TIN
TINY "BLACK HOLE" - A CHUNK OF MATTER COLLAPSED TO SUCH MINISCULE DIMENSIONS AND SO DENSE THAT ITS GRAVITY SUCKS UP EVEN LIGHT - HIT SIBERIA AND PASSED IN AN INSTANT THROUGH EARTH, EMERGING IN THE NORTH ATLANTIC. THE SECOND ASSERTS AN "ANTI ROCK" OF ANTIMATTER PLUNGED INTO THE ATMOSPHERE AND EXPLODED ON CONTACT WITH ATOMS OF ORDINARY MATTER, PRODUCING A FIREBALL OF GAMMA RAYS. WHILE THIS WOULD ACCOUNT FOR THE ABSENCE OF RESIDUAL MATERIAL AT THE SITE, IT IS NOT, MOST EXPERTS SAY, COMPATIBLE WITH OBSERVABLE PHYSICAL EFFECTS OF THE BLAST. IN THE END, WE DO DO NOT KNOW WHAT CAUSED THE CATACLYSM IN SIBERIA. WE MAY NEVER KNOW. BUT TODAY, FEWER SCIENTISTS THAN AT ANY TIME IN THE PAST WOULD BE ASTOUNDED TO RECEIVE A MESSAGE BEAMED FROM SOME CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE INQUIRING INTO THE FATE OF CERTAIN SPACE VOYAGERS WHO VANISHED ON OUR PLANET IN WHAT WE CALL THE YEAR 1908.
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