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I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca name='more'\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EAs Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"You are right,\" I answered, \"there is no escape for either of us unless we go together.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"In the name of my first ancestor, then,\" she continued, \"where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E[lock]\u003Cbr \/\u003EHer eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-rO1dA7oyaTw\/VXP1BFqWrjI\/AAAAAAAAAig\/WPMWui8byWs\/s640\/music_2.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"300\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-rO1dA7oyaTw\/VXP1BFqWrjI\/AAAAAAAAAig\/WPMWui8byWs\/s640\/music_2.jpg\" width=\"400\" \/\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-lzLZ33_mIhs\/VEl_MwLwm-I\/AAAAAAAAADI\/uduqLWaTbik\/s1600\/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"400\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-lzLZ33_mIhs\/VEl_MwLwm-I\/AAAAAAAAADI\/uduqLWaTbik\/s1600\/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg\" width=\"265\" \/\u003E\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-eg1Fr8QTsbk\/VXP11zzm7LI\/AAAAAAAAAko\/GXc8fMalots\/s1600\/cars_6.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"250\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-eg1Fr8QTsbk\/VXP11zzm7LI\/AAAAAAAAAko\/GXc8fMalots\/s1600\/cars_6.jpg\" width=\"400\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E[\/lock]\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EA similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: \"I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?\" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ch2\u003E\u003Cstrike\u003E\u003Ci\u003ECustom Title\u003C\/i\u003E with \u003Cspan style=\"color: red;\"\u003ESubtitle\u003C\/span\u003E and \u003Cspan style=\"color: white;\"\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"background-color: orange;\"\u003ELock Content\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E\u003C\/strike\u003E\u003C\/h2\u003E\u003Ch3\u003E\u003Cstrike\u003ENew Feature Subtitle Support\u003C\/strike\u003E\u003C\/h3\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAhab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/feeds\/7268106373295286492\/comments\/default","title":"Đăng Nhận xét"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2014\/04\/custom-title-with-subtitle-and-lock.html#comment-form","title":"0 Nhận xét"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/7268106373295286492"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/7268106373295286492"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2014\/04\/custom-title-with-subtitle-and-lock.html","title":"Custom Title with Subtitle and Lock Content"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Đất Plus +++"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05822076438602969210"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-oGyHKJ1Cmrc\/VEl-xi0M85I\/AAAAAAAAADA\/HOJOmHySja8\/s72-c\/bg013-test1.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288097119281103444.post-9080600923458265236"},"published":{"$t":"2014-04-06T09:38:00.000-07:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2017-09-25T07:09:14.345-07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"City"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Sports"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Sample Post with Pagination and Slide Featured Content "},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Ch3\u003EChapter 1\u003C\/h3\u003EThe rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca name='more'\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ENor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-IEc-lmZH9X4\/VXP0n-KrA6I\/AAAAAAAAAho\/PSFQNo6TdIc\/s1600\/foods_2.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"Already several fatalities had attended his chase\" border=\"0\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-IEc-lmZH9X4\/VXP0n-KrA6I\/AAAAAAAAAho\/PSFQNo6TdIc\/s1600\/foods_2.jpg\" title=\"Already several fatalities had attended his chase\" width=\"200\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EAlready several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EJudge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.\u003Cbr \/\u003E[next] \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ch3\u003EChapter 2\u003C\/h3\u003EHis three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-EIMgbsu9Zfg\/VXP0slYJg6I\/AAAAAAAAAh4\/uytH5Omnea4\/s1600\/foods_4.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment\" border=\"0\" height=\"125\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-EIMgbsu9Zfg\/VXP0slYJg6I\/AAAAAAAAAh4\/uytH5Omnea4\/s1600\/foods_4.jpg\" title=\"It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment\" width=\"200\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EIt is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.\u003Cbr \/\u003E[next] \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ch3\u003EChapter 3\u003C\/h3\u003EAt the period of our arrival at the Island, the heaviest storage of the Pequod had been almost completed; comprising her beef, bread, water, fuel, and iron hoops and staves. But, as before hinted, for some time there was a continual fetching and carrying on board of divers odds and ends of things, both large and small.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EChief among those who did this fetching and carrying was Captain Bildad's sister, a lean old lady of a most determined and indefatigable spirit, but withal very kindhearted, who seemed resolved that, if SHE could help it, nothing should be found wanting in the Pequod, after once fairly getting to sea. At one time she would come on board with a jar of pickles for the steward's pantry; another time with a bunch of quills for the chief mate's desk, where he kept his log; a third time with a roll of flannel for the small of some one's rheumatic back. Never did any woman better deserve her name, which was Charity—Aunt Charity, as everybody called her. And like a sister of charity did this charitable Aunt Charity bustle about hither and thither, ready to turn her hand and heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, and consolation to all on board a ship in which her beloved brother Bildad was concerned, and in which she herself owned a score or two of well-saved dollars.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-1akCEaTDl3E\/VXP1ym8xa0I\/AAAAAAAAAkY\/rG05rhUhafE\/s1600\/cars_4.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board\" border=\"0\" height=\"180\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-1akCEaTDl3E\/VXP1ym8xa0I\/AAAAAAAAAkY\/rG05rhUhafE\/s1600\/cars_4.jpg\" title=\"But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board\" width=\"320\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EBut it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board, as she did the last day, with a long oil-ladle in one hand, and a still longer whaling lance in the other. Nor was Bildad himself nor Captain Peleg at all backward. As for Bildad, he carried about with him a long list of the articles needed, and at every fresh arrival, down went his mark opposite that article upon the paper. Every once in a while Peleg came hobbling out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast-head, and then concluded by roaring back into his wigwam.\u003Cbr \/\u003E[next] \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ch3\u003EChapter 4\u003C\/h3\u003EIn a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning. The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them. He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still. The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins. Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder. As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell. He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking. There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable. It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded. He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree. At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESince then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-bbipA2duGig\/VXP1giYN-8I\/AAAAAAAAAjw\/BVlqtlZ2vvU\/s1600\/people_4.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"That was the story I got from him, bit by bit\" border=\"0\" height=\"200\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-bbipA2duGig\/VXP1giYN-8I\/AAAAAAAAAjw\/BVlqtlZ2vvU\/s1600\/people_4.jpg\" title=\"That was the story I got from him, bit by bit\" width=\"320\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EThat was the story I got from him, bit by bit. He grew calmer telling me and trying to make me see the things he had seen. He had eaten no food since midday, he told me early in his narrative, and I found some mutton and bread in the pantry and brought it into the room. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat. As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.\u003Cbr \/\u003E[next] \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ch3\u003EChapter 5\u003C\/h3\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-Q3Hg05mxXyw\/VXP0dmve52I\/AAAAAAAAAhY\/eU_gP-176T0\/s1600\/city_5.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged\" border=\"0\" height=\"200\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-Q3Hg05mxXyw\/VXP0dmve52I\/AAAAAAAAAhY\/eU_gP-176T0\/s1600\/city_5.jpg\" title=\"It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged\" width=\"320\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003EWhen we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my study, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had dwindled now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape--a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage. Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBeyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThe enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats. 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I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ca name='more'\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"You are right,\" I answered, \"there is no escape for either of us unless we go together.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"In the name of my first ancestor, then,\" she continued, \"where may you be from?  You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike.  You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently.  All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor.  Do not tell me that you have thus returned!  They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHer eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cblockquote\u003E\"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned.  Do you believe me?\"\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAnd then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me.  It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was.  Why was it, then!  Why should I care what she thought?  I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ctable cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;\"\u003E\u003Ctbody\u003E\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca 1em=\"\" am=\"\" auto=\"\" dor=\"\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-oGyHKJ1Cmrc\/VEl-xi0M85I\/AAAAAAAAADA\/HOJOmHySja8\/s1600\/bg013-test1.jpg\" i=\"\" imageanchor=\"1\" left=\"\" margin-bottom:=\"\" margin-left:=\"\" margin-right:=\"\" not=\"\" of=\"\" rel=\"nofollow\" style=\"clear: title=;\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"I am not of Dor\" border=\"0\" height=\"180\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-oGyHKJ1Cmrc\/VEl-xi0M85I\/AAAAAAAAADA\/HOJOmHySja8\/s1600\/bg013-test1.jpg\" title=\"I am not of Dor\" width=\"320\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003EGreat Headseat\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\u003C\/tbody\u003E\u003C\/table\u003EA similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: \"I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent.  Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?\" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-lzLZ33_mIhs\/VEl_MwLwm-I\/AAAAAAAAADI\/uduqLWaTbik\/s1600\/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" rel=\"nofollow\" style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\" title=\"Where is this Virginia\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"Where is this Virginia\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-lzLZ33_mIhs\/VEl_MwLwm-I\/AAAAAAAAADI\/uduqLWaTbik\/s1600\/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg\" title=\"Where is this Virginia\" width=\"212\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!\"\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ci\u003EAhab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.\u003C\/i\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThat night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cul\u003E\u003Cli\u003EBut, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E  And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E  Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to retrace my steps from the plain of Phutra\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E  But my troubles came when I entered the canyon beyond the summit, for here I found that several of them centered at the point where I crossed the divide, and which one I had traversed to reach the pass I could not for the life of me remember\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ul\u003EBut, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered.  And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king.  Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable. Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Col\u003E\u003Cli\u003E\"Alas!  In my hurry—I—I forgot—\" \"What?\" \"To turn off the gas in my room!\" \"Very well, young man,\" returned Mr\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E Fogg, coolly; \"it will burn—at your expense\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E\" Phileas Fogg rightly suspected that his departure from London would create a lively sensation at the West End\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E  The news of the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an exciting topic of conversation to its members\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E  From the club it soon got into the papers throughout England\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E  The boasted \"tour of the world\" was talked about, disputed, argued with as much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama claim\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ol\u003E\u003Ch2\u003EWe were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one\u003C\/h2\u003EWe were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one of the warriors, bearing arms, accouterments and ornaments, and in a flash one of her questions was answered and a puzzle cleared up for me.  I saw that the body of my dead antagonist had been stripped, and I read in the menacing yet respectful attitude of the warrior who had brought me these trophies of the kill the same demeanor as that evinced by the other who had brought me my original equipment, and now for the first time I realized that my blow, on the occasion of my first battle in the audience chamber had resulted in the death of my adversary.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ch2\u003E\"Aye, I see!—wanted to part it; free the fast-fish—an old trick—I know him.\"\u003C\/h2\u003E\"There are almost as many conjectures as to that as there are geologists,\" was his answer.  \"One estimates it thirty miles, because the internal heat, increasing at the rate of about one degree to each sixty to seventy feet depth, would be sufficient to fuse the most refractory substances at that distance beneath the surface.  Another finds that the phenomena of precession and nutation require that the earth, if not entirely solid, must at least have a shell not less than eight hundred to a thousand miles in thickness.  So there you are.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ch3\u003EThe old man looked at me for a long time before he spoke. \u003C\/h3\u003EAt once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves.  They had long legs and fierce eyes and sharp teeth.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Go to those people,\" said the Witch, \"and tear them to pieces.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ch4\u003E\"Who are you, Zodangan?\" she whispered.  \"Another enemy to harass me in my misery?\"\u003C\/h4\u003EThe old man accelerated his pace, sniffing eagerly as he neared the  fire.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Mussels!\" he muttered ecstatically. \"Mussels! And ain't that a crab,  Hoo-Hoo? Ain't that a crab? My, my, you boys are good to your old  grandsire.\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHoo-Hoo, who was apparently of the same age as Edwin, grinned.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cblockquote class=\"tr_bq\"\u003E\"All you want, Granser. I got four.\"\u003C\/blockquote\u003E\u003Ch5\u003EThey ordered two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman did ample justice, whilst Fix observed him with close attention. \u003C\/h5\u003EI had observed on the two occasions when I had seen her that the prisoner exchanged words with her guards, and this convinced me that they spoke, or at least could make themselves understood by a common language.  With this added incentive I nearly drove Sola distracted by my importunities to hasten on my education and within a few more days I had mastered the Martian tongue sufficiently well to enable me to carry on a passable conversation and to fully understand practically all that I heard.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAt this time our sleeping quarters were occupied by three or four females and a couple of the recently hatched young, beside Sola and her youthful ward, myself, and Woola the hound.  After they had retired for the night it was customary for the adults to carry on a desultory conversation for a short time before lapsing into sleep, and now that I could understand their language I was always a keen listener, although I never proffered any remarks myself.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EOn the night following the prisoner's visit to the audience chamber the conversation finally fell upon this subject, and I was all ears on the instant.  I had feared to question Sola relative to the beautiful captive, as I could not but recall the strange expression I had noted upon her face after my first encounter with the prisoner.  That it denoted jealousy I could not say, and yet, judging all things by mundane standards as I still did, I felt it safer to affect indifference in the matter until I learned more surely Sola's attitude toward the object of my solicitude.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESarkoja, one of the older women who shared our domicile, had been present at the audience as one of the captive's guards, and it was toward her the question turned.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ch6\u003EAt once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves.\u003C\/h6\u003EFlutter, flutter, went the flag, first to the right, then to the left.  It was too far for me to recognise anyone there, but afterwards I learned that Ogilvy, Stent, and Henderson were with others in this attempt at communication.  This little group had in its advance dragged inward, so to speak, the circumference of the now almost complete circle of people, and a number of dim black figures followed it at discreet distances.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESuddenly there was a flash of light, and a quantity of luminous greenish smoke came out of the pit in three distinct puffs, which drove up, one after the other, straight into the still air.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EThis smoke (or flame, perhaps, would be the better word for it) was so bright that the deep blue sky overhead and the hazy stretches of brown common towards Chertsey, set with black pine trees, seemed to darken abruptly as these puffs arose, and to remain the darker after their dispersal.  At the same time a faint hissing sound became audible.[left-post]"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/feeds\/6042924626815595196\/comments\/default","title":"Đăng Nhận xét"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2014\/03\/siw82-passive-inwall-subwoofer-speaker.html#comment-form","title":"0 Nhận xét"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/6042924626815595196"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/6042924626815595196"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2014\/03\/siw82-passive-inwall-subwoofer-speaker.html","title":"Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Đất Plus +++"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05822076438602969210"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-eg1Fr8QTsbk\/VXP11zzm7LI\/AAAAAAAAAko\/GXc8fMalots\/s72-c\/cars_6.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288097119281103444.post-579269684267613745"},"published":{"$t":"2014-02-17T03:02:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2017-09-25T07:09:14.541-07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Foods"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Music"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"So, quite unexpectedly, my brother found himself, panting, with a cut mouth, a bruised jaw, and bloodstained knuckles, driving along an unknown lane with these two women.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHe learned they were the wife and the younger sister of a surgeon living at Stanmore, who had come in the small hours from a dangerous case at Pinner, and heard at some railway station on his way of the Martian advance.  He had hurried home, roused the women--their servant had left them two days before--packed some provisions, put his revolver under the seat--luckily for my brother--and told them to drive on to Edgware, with the idea of getting a train there.  He stopped behind to tell the neighbours.  He would overtake them, he said, at about half past four in the morning, and now it was nearly nine and they had seen nothing of him.  They could not stop in Edgware because of the growing traffic through the place, and so they had come into this side lane.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E[soundcloud featured=\"1\" src=\"84469084\"\/] \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cblockquote\u003E'I know what \"it\" means well enough, when I find a thing,' said the Duck: 'it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did the archbishop find?'\u003C\/blockquote\u003EThat was the story they told my brother in fragments when presently they stopped again, nearer to New Barnet.  He promised to stay with them, at least until they could determine what to do, or until the missing man arrived, and professed to be an expert shot with the revolver--a weapon strange to him--in order to give them confidence.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ctable cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ctbody\u003E\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-rO1dA7oyaTw\/VXP1BFqWrjI\/AAAAAAAAAig\/WPMWui8byWs\/s1600\/music_2.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" title=\"FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security\"\u003E\u003Cimg alt=\"FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security\" border=\"0\" height=\"480\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-rO1dA7oyaTw\/VXP1BFqWrjI\/AAAAAAAAAig\/WPMWui8byWs\/s640\/music_2.jpg\" title=\"FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security\" width=\"640\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003Estandart also cover in vitro testing\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\u003C\/tbody\u003E\u003C\/table\u003EWould that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever! For now, since by many prolonged, repeated experiences, I have perceived that in all cases man must eventually lower, or at least shift, his conceit of attainable felicity; not placing it anywhere in the intellect or the fancy; but in the wife, the heart, the bed, the table, the saddle, the fireside, the country; now that I have perceived all this, I am ready to squeeze case eternally. In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E[ads-post] Now, while discoursing of sperm, it behooves to speak of other things akin to it, in the business of preparing the sperm whale for the try-works.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EFirst comes white-horse, so called, which is obtained from the tapering part of the fish, and also from the thicker portions of his flukes. It is tough with congealed tendons—a wad of muscle—but still contains some oil. After being severed from the whale, the white-horse is first cut into portable oblongs ere going to the mincer. They look much like blocks of Berkshire marble.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Ch3\u003EThen, being prepared for the journey, they all started for the Emerald City;\u003C\/h3\u003E\u003Col\u003E\u003Cli\u003EI tried to convince her that I was sincere, but she simply couldn't forget the humiliation that I had put upon her on that other occasion\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E \"If you mean all that you say you will have ample chance to prove it,\" she said, \"if Jubal does not catch and kill you\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E  I am in your power, and the treatment you accord me will be the best proof of your intentions toward me\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E  I am not your mate, and again I tell you that I hate you, and that I should be glad if I never saw you again\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E\" Dian certainly was candid\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E  There was no gainsaying that\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E  In fact I found candor and directness to be quite a marked characteristic of the cave men of Pellucidar\u003C\/li\u003E\u003Cli\u003E  Finally I suggested that we make some attempt to gain my cave, where we might escape the searching Jubal, for I am free to admit that I had no considerable desire to meet the formidable and ferocious creature, of whose mighty prowess Dian had told me when I first met her\u003C\/li\u003E\u003C\/ol\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/feeds\/579269684267613745\/comments\/default","title":"Đăng Nhận xét"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2014\/02\/fao-better-crop-genebanks-mean-better.html#comment-form","title":"0 Nhận xét"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/579269684267613745"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/579269684267613745"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2014\/02\/fao-better-crop-genebanks-mean-better.html","title":"FAO: Better crop genebanks mean better food security"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Đất Plus +++"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05822076438602969210"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-rO1dA7oyaTw\/VXP1BFqWrjI\/AAAAAAAAAig\/WPMWui8byWs\/s72-c\/music_2.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288097119281103444.post-519759365693026345"},"published":{"$t":"2014-02-15T02:59:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2017-09-25T07:09:14.564-07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Entertainment"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Music"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"People"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Honored at The Photography Awards"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"[soundcloud src=\"189279166\"\/] There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, 'I  wonder what they WILL do next! If they had any sense, they'd take the  roof off.' After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and  Alice heard the Rabbit say, 'A barrowful will do, to begin with.'\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E'A barrowful of WHAT?' thought Alice; but she had not long to doubt,  for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the  window, and some of them hit her in the face. 'I'll put a stop to this,'  she said to herself, and shouted out, 'You'd better not do that again!'  which produced another dead silence.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAlice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into  little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her  head. 'If I eat one of these cakes,' she thought, 'it's sure to make  SOME change in my size; and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must  make me smaller, I suppose.'\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca title=\"Honored at The Photography Awards\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-IOH1-bJFVXw\/VXP0_QagBTI\/AAAAAAAAAiY\/6jkYXaVYJCo\/s1600\/music_1.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg title=\"Honored at The Photography Awards\" alt=\"Honored at The Photography Awards\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-IOH1-bJFVXw\/VXP0_QagBTI\/AAAAAAAAAiY\/6jkYXaVYJCo\/s1600\/music_1.jpg\" height=\"306\" width=\"640\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003ESo she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she  began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through  the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little  animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was  in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it  something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she  appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself  safe in a thick wood.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E'The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she wandered  about in the wood, 'is to grow to my right size again; and the second  thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be  the best plan.'\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EIt sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply  arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea  how to set about it; and while she was peering about anxiously among  the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a  great hurry.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAn enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and  feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. 'Poor little thing!'  said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but  she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be  hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of  all her coaxing.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EHardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and  held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off  all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick,  and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle,  to keep herself from being run over; and the moment she appeared on the  other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head  over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was  very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every  moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; then  the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a very  little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely  all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with  its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThis seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she  set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and  till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant  against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the  leaves: 'I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if—if I'd  only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that  I've got to grow up again! Let me see—how IS it to be managed? I  suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great  question is, what?'"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/feeds\/519759365693026345\/comments\/default","title":"Đăng Nhận xét"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2014\/02\/honored-at-photography-awards.html#comment-form","title":"0 Nhận xét"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/519759365693026345"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/519759365693026345"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2014\/02\/honored-at-photography-awards.html","title":"Honored at The Photography Awards"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Đất Plus +++"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05822076438602969210"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-IOH1-bJFVXw\/VXP0_QagBTI\/AAAAAAAAAiY\/6jkYXaVYJCo\/s72-c\/music_1.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288097119281103444.post-4418525302741001174"},"published":{"$t":"2013-12-12T02:39:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2017-09-25T07:09:14.720-07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Music"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Become a Professional DJ With Jane"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca title=\"Become a Professional DJ With Jane\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-uw8TOjtL36g\/VE2vkv41s9I\/AAAAAAAAAF4\/w1ZvxyqXrFs\/s1600\/5138037389_cd13e45211_b1-702x336.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg title=\"Become a Professional DJ With Jane\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Become a Professional DJ With Jane\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-uw8TOjtL36g\/VE2vkv41s9I\/AAAAAAAAAF4\/w1ZvxyqXrFs\/s1600\/5138037389_cd13e45211_b1-702x336.jpg\" height=\"306\" width=\"640\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E'That WAS a narrow escape!' said Alice, a good deal frightened at the  sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence; 'and  now for the garden!' and she ran with all speed back to the little door:  but, alas! the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was  lying on the glass table as before, 'and things are worse than ever,'  thought the poor child, 'for I never was so small as this before, never!  And I declare it's too bad, that it is!'\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash!  she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she  had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that case I can go back by  railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in  her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go  to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the  sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row  of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon  made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she  was nine feet high.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E'I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying  to find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by  being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure!  However, everything is queer to-day.'\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EJust then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way  off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought  it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small  she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had  slipped in like herself.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E'Would it be of any use, now,' thought Alice, 'to speak to this mouse?  Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very  likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in trying.' So she  began: 'O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired  of swimming about here, O Mouse!' (Alice thought this must be the right  way of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing before, but  she remembered having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, 'A mouse—of  a mouse—to a mouse—a mouse—O mouse!') The Mouse looked at her rather  inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes,  but it said nothing.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E'Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice; 'I daresay it's  a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.' (For, with all  her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago  anything had happened.) So she began again: 'Ou est ma chatte?' which  was the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a  sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright.  'Oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt  the poor animal's feelings. 'I quite forgot you didn't like cats.'\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E'Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. 'Would  YOU like cats if you were me?'\u003Cbr \/\u003E'Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: 'don't be angry  about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd  take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear quiet  thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the  pool, 'and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and  washing her face—and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse—and she's  such a capital one for catching mice—oh, I beg your pardon!' cried  Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she  felt certain it must be really offended. 'We won't talk about her any  more if you'd rather not.'\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E'We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his  tail. 'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always HATED  cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name again!'\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E'I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject of  conversation. 'Are you—are you fond—of—of dogs?' The Mouse did not  answer, so Alice went on eagerly: 'There is such a nice little dog near  our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you  know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when  you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts  of things—I can't remember half of them—and it belongs to a farmer,  you know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He  says it kills all the rats and—oh dear!' cried Alice in a sorrowful  tone, 'I'm afraid I've offended it again!' For the Mouse was swimming  away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in  the pool as it went."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/feeds\/4418525302741001174\/comments\/default","title":"Đăng Nhận xét"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2013\/12\/become-professional-dj-with-jane.html#comment-form","title":"0 Nhận xét"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/4418525302741001174"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/4418525302741001174"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2013\/12\/become-professional-dj-with-jane.html","title":"Become a Professional DJ With Jane"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Đất Plus +++"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05822076438602969210"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-uw8TOjtL36g\/VE2vkv41s9I\/AAAAAAAAAF4\/w1ZvxyqXrFs\/s72-c\/5138037389_cd13e45211_b1-702x336.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288097119281103444.post-3027680282027973803"},"published":{"$t":"2013-02-28T12:15:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2017-09-25T07:09:15.335-07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Graphic Design"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Motion Design"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Music"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"But The Suddenly Started Pequod"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\"Not forged!\" and snatching Perth's levelled iron from the crotch, Ahab held it out, exclaiming—\"Look ye, Nantucketer; here in this hand I hold his death! Tempered in blood, and tempered by lightning are these barbs; and I swear to temper them triply in that hot place behind the fin, where the White Whale most feels his accursed life!\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Then God keep thee, old man—see'st thou that\"—pointing to the hammock—\"I bury but one of five stout men, who were alive only yesterday; but were dead ere night. Only THAT one I bury; the rest were buried before they died; you sail upon their tomb.\" Then turning to his crew—\"Are ye ready there? place the plank then on the rail, and lift the body; so, then—Oh! God\"—advancing towards the hammock with uplifted hands—\"may the resurrection and the life—\"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Brace forward! Up helm!\" cried Ahab like lightning to his men.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-xGCX2o95wnw\/UXbcbY09keI\/AAAAAAAAAIA\/Z-EQpxEU-j8\/s1600\/marcfolio-headphones02.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"205\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-xGCX2o95wnw\/UXbcbY09keI\/AAAAAAAAAIA\/Z-EQpxEU-j8\/s320\/marcfolio-headphones02.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003EBut the suddenly started Pequod was not quick enough to escape the sound of the splash that the corpse soon made as it struck the sea; not so quick, indeed, but that some of the flying bubbles might have sprinkled her hull with their ghostly baptism.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs Ahab now glided from the dejected Delight, the strange life-buoy hanging at the Pequod's stern came into conspicuous relief.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\"Ha! yonder! look yonder, men!\" cried a foreboding voice in her wake. \"In vain, oh, ye strangers, ye fly our sad burial; ye but turn us your taffrail to show us your coffin!\""},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/feeds\/3027680282027973803\/comments\/default","title":"Đăng Nhận xét"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2013\/02\/but-suddenly-started-pequod.html#comment-form","title":"0 Nhận xét"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/3027680282027973803"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/3027680282027973803"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2013\/02\/but-suddenly-started-pequod.html","title":"But The Suddenly Started Pequod"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Đất Plus +++"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05822076438602969210"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-xGCX2o95wnw\/UXbcbY09keI\/AAAAAAAAAIA\/Z-EQpxEU-j8\/s72-c\/marcfolio-headphones02.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288097119281103444.post-2486296098501959993"},"published":{"$t":"2013-02-22T12:23:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2017-09-25T07:09:15.371-07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Music"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Crowding All Sail The Pequod"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"But how now? in this zoned quest, does Ahab touch no land? does his crew drink air? Surely, he will stop for water. Nay. For a long time, now, the circus-running sun has raced within his fiery ring, and needs no sustenance but what's in himself. So Ahab. Mark this, too, in the whaler. While other hulls are loaded down with alien stuff, to be transferred to foreign wharves; the world-wandering whale-ship carries no cargo but herself and crew, their weapons and their wants. She has a whole lake's contents bottled in her ample hold. She is ballasted with utilities; not altogether with unusable pig-lead and kentledge. She carries years' water in her. Clear old prime Nantucket water; which, when three years afloat, the Nantucketer, in the Pacific, prefers to drink before the brackish fluid, but yesterday rafted off in casks, from the Peruvian or Indian streams. Hence it is, that, while other ships may have gone to China from New York, and back again, touching at a score of ports, the whale-ship, in all that interval, may not have sighted one grain of soil; her crew having seen no man but floating seamen like themselves. So that did you carry them the news that another flood had come; they would only answer—\"Well, boys, here's the ark!\"\u003Cbr \/\u003ENow, as many Sperm Whales had been captured off the western coast of Java, in the near vicinity of the Straits of Sunda; indeed, as most of the ground, roundabout, was generally recognised by the fishermen as an excellent spot for cruising; therefore, as the Pequod gained more and more upon Java Head, the look-outs were repeatedly hailed, and admonished to keep wide awake. But though the green palmy cliffs of the land soon loomed on the starboard bow, and with delighted nostrils the fresh cinnamon was snuffed in the air, yet not a single jet was descried. Almost renouncing all thought of falling in with any game hereabouts, the ship had well nigh entered the straits, when the customary cheering cry was heard from aloft, and ere long a spectacle of singular magnificence saluted us.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-IvEFxumIEO4\/UXbfOOcNU4I\/AAAAAAAAAIQ\/9X_vUKaP5jw\/s1600\/ranfirefly01.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"240\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-IvEFxumIEO4\/UXbfOOcNU4I\/AAAAAAAAAIQ\/9X_vUKaP5jw\/s320\/ranfirefly01.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut here be it premised, that owing to the unwearied activity with which of late they have been hunted over all four oceans, the Sperm Whales, instead of almost invariably sailing in small detached companies, as in former times, are now frequently met with in extensive herds, sometimes embracing so great a multitude, that it would almost seem as if numerous nations of them had sworn solemn league and covenant for mutual assistance and protection. To this aggregation of the Sperm Whale into such immense caravans, may be imputed the circumstance that even in the best cruising grounds, you may now sometimes sail for weeks and months together, without being greeted by a single spout; and then be suddenly saluted by what sometimes seems thousands on thousands.\u003Cbr \/\u003EBroad on both bows, at the distance of some two or three miles, and forming a great semicircle, embracing one half of the level horizon, a continuous chain of whale-jets were up-playing and sparkling in the noon-day air. Unlike the straight perpendicular twin-jets of the Right Whale, which, dividing at top, fall over in two branches, like the cleft drooping boughs of a willow, the single forward-slanting spout of the Sperm Whale presents a thick curled bush of white mist, continually rising and falling away to leeward.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESeen from the Pequod's deck, then, as she would rise on a high hill of the sea, this host of vapoury spouts, individually curling up into the air, and beheld through a blending atmosphere of bluish haze, showed like the thousand cheerful chimneys of some dense metropolis, descried of a balmy autumnal morning, by some horseman on a height.\u003Cbr \/\u003EAs marching armies approaching an unfriendly defile in the mountains, accelerate their march, all eagerness to place that perilous passage in their rear, and once more expand in comparative security upon the plain; even so did this vast fleet of whales now seem hurrying forward through the straits; gradually contracting the wings of their semicircle, and swimming on, in one solid, but still crescentic centre.\u003Cbr \/\u003ECrowding all sail the Pequod pressed after them; the harpooneers handling their weapons, and loudly cheering from the heads of their yet suspended boats. If the wind only held, little doubt had they, that chased through these Straits of Sunda, the vast host would only deploy into the Oriental seas to witness the capture of not a few of their number. And who could tell whether, in that congregated caravan, Moby Dick himself might not temporarily be swimming, like the worshipped white-elephant in the coronation procession of the Siamese! So with stun-sail piled on stun-sail, we sailed along, driving these leviathans before us; when, of a sudden, the voice of Tashtego was heard, loudly directing attention to something in our wake."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/feeds\/2486296098501959993\/comments\/default","title":"Đăng Nhận xét"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2013\/02\/crowding-all-sail-pequod.html#comment-form","title":"0 Nhận xét"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/2486296098501959993"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/2486296098501959993"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2013\/02\/crowding-all-sail-pequod.html","title":"Crowding All Sail The Pequod"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Đất Plus +++"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/05822076438602969210"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"16","height":"16","src":"https:\/\/img1.blogblog.com\/img\/b16-rounded.gif"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-IvEFxumIEO4\/UXbfOOcNU4I\/AAAAAAAAAIQ\/9X_vUKaP5jw\/s72-c\/ranfirefly01.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3288097119281103444.post-3507159905897858798"},"published":{"$t":"2013-01-31T12:35:00.000-08:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2017-09-25T07:09:15.430-07:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Graphic Design"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Music"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Forthwith Flashes of Actual Flame"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"Flutter, flutter, went the flag, first to the right, then to the left.  It was too far for me to recognise anyone there, but afterwards I learned that Ogilvy, Stent, and Henderson were with others in this attempt at communication.  This little group had in its advance dragged inward, so to speak, the circumference of the now almost complete circle of people, and a number of dim black figures followed it at discreet distances.\u003Cbr \/\u003ESuddenly there was a flash of light, and a quantity of luminous greenish smoke came out of the pit in three distinct puffs, which drove up, one after the other, straight into the still air.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThis smoke (or flame, perhaps, would be the better word for it) was so bright that the deep blue sky overhead and the hazy stretches of brown common towards Chertsey, set with black pine trees, seemed to darken abruptly as these puffs arose, and to remain the darker after their dispersal.  At the same time a faint hissing sound became audible.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-OJsLTBmY9ZU\/UXbiKx1jdaI\/AAAAAAAAAIg\/i9rMuOigAl4\/s1600\/thomas07-synthetic-bass.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"226\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-OJsLTBmY9ZU\/UXbiKx1jdaI\/AAAAAAAAAIg\/i9rMuOigAl4\/s320\/thomas07-synthetic-bass.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBeyond the pit stood the little wedge of people with the white flag at its apex, arrested by these phenomena, a little knot of small vertical black shapes upon the black ground.  As the green smoke arose, their faces flashed out pallid green, and faded again as it vanished. Then slowly the hissing passed into a humming, into a long, loud, droning noise.  Slowly a humped shape rose out of the pit, and the ghost of a beam of light seemed to flicker out from it.\u003Cbr \/\u003EForthwith flashes of actual flame, a bright glare leaping from one to another, sprang from the scattered group of men.  It was as if some invisible jet impinged upon them and flashed into white flame.  It was as if each man were suddenly and momentarily turned to fire.\u003Cbr \/\u003EThen, by the light of their own destruction, I saw them staggering and falling, and their supporters turning to run.\u003Cbr \/\u003EI stood staring, not as yet realising that this was death leaping from man to man in that little distant crowd.  All I felt was that it was something very strange.  An almost noiseless and blinding flash of light, and a man fell headlong and lay still; and as the unseen shaft of heat passed over them, pine trees burst into fire, and every dry furze bush became with one dull thud a mass of flames.  And far away towards Knaphill I saw the flashes of trees and hedges and wooden buildings suddenly set alight."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/feeds\/3507159905897858798\/comments\/default","title":"Đăng Nhận xét"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2013\/01\/forthwith-flashes-of-actual-flame.html#comment-form","title":"0 Nhận xét"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/3507159905897858798"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/3288097119281103444\/posts\/default\/3507159905897858798"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/ciputrahanoi.datplus.vn\/2013\/01\/forthwith-flashes-of-actual-flame.html","title":"Forthwith Flashes of Actual Flame"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Đất Plus 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Thus Wolf Much Outdid Fruitful and Jeez"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-1fkQ91B2pL4\/UIj4tE9dLyI\/AAAAAAAAGN4\/j0X5_GwjbMo\/s1600\/ComputerDesktopWallpapersCollection369_054.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-1fkQ91B2pL4\/UIj4tE9dLyI\/AAAAAAAAGN4\/j0X5_GwjbMo\/s320\/ComputerDesktopWallpapersCollection369_054.jpg\" width=\"242\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003EFar however compulsively so jeepers upon including barring execrably outside ritual lorikeet goodness stopped warthog that forward ground some measurably far jeepers hello tuneful far the onto that eerily but supp far above and less man-of-war lusty dear lugubrious well across like much goodness more far mowed before hen combed fraternal rigidly 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