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Mr. Arcularis stood at the window of his room in the hospital and looked down at the street. There had been a light shower, which had patterned the sidewalks with large drops, but now again the sun was out, blue sky was showing here and there between the swift white clouds, a cold wind was blowing the poplar trees. An itinerant band had stopped before the building and was playing, with violin, harp, and flute, the finale of "Cavalleria Rusticana." Leaning against the window-sill— for he felt extraordinarily weak after his operation— Mr. Arcularis suddenly, listening to the wretched music, felt like crying. He rested the palm of one hand against a cold window pane and stared down at the old man who was blowing the flute, and blinked his eyes. It seemed absurd that he should be so weak, so emotional, so like a child-and especially now that everything was over at last. In spite of all their predictions, in spite, too, of his own dreadful certainty that he was going to die, here he was, as fit as a fiddle-but what a fiddle it was, so out of tune!-with a long life before him. And to begin with, a voyage to England ordered by the doctor. What could be more delightful? Why should he feel sad about it and want to cry like a baby? In a few minutes Harry would arrive with his car to take him to the wharf; in an hour he would be on the sea, in two hours he would see the sunset
behind him, where Boston had been, and his new life would be opening before him. It was many years since he had been abroad. June, the best of the year to come-England, France, the Rhine-how ridiculous that he should already be homesick!
There was a light footstep outside the door, a knock, the door opened, and Harry came in.
"Well, old man, I've come to get you. The old bus actually got here. Are you ready? Here, let me take your arm. You're tottering like an octogenarian!"
Mr. Arcularis submitted gratefully, laughing, and they made the journey slowly along the bleak corridor and down the stairs to the entrance hall. Miss Hoyle, his nurse, was there, and the Matron, and the charming
little assistant with freckles who had helped to prepare him for the operation. Miss Hoyle put out her hand.
"Good-by, Mr. Arcularis," she said, "and bon voyage."
"Good-by, Miss Hoyle, and thank you for everything. You were very kind to me. And I fear I was a nuisance."
The girl with the freckles, too, gave him her hand, smiling. She was very pretty, and it would have been easy to fall in love with her. She reminded him of someone. Who was it? He tried in vain to remember while he said good-by to her and turned to the Matron.
"And not too many latitudes with the young ladies, Mr. Arcularis!" she was saying.
Mr. Arcularis was pleased, flattered, by all this attention to a middle-aged invalid, and felt a joke taking shape in his mind, and no sooner in his mind than on his tongue.
"Oh, no latitudes," he said, laughing. "I'll leave the latitudes to the ship!"
"Oh, come now," said the Matron, "we don't seem to have hurt him much, do we?"
"I think we'll have to operate on him again and really cure him," said Miss Hoyle.
He was going down the front steps, between the potted palmettoes, and they all laughed and waved. The wind was cold, very cold for June' and he was glad he had put on his coat. He shivered.
"Damned cold for June!" he said. "Why should it be so cold?"
"East wind," Harry said, arranging the rug over his knees. "Sorry it's an open car, but I believe in fresh air and all that sort of thing. I'll drive slowly. We've got plenty of time."
They coasted gently down the long hill towards Beacon Street, but the road was badly surfaced, and despite Harry's care Mr. Arcularis felt his pain again. He found that he could alleviate it a little by leaning to the
right, against the arm-rest, and not breathing too deeply. But how glorious to be out again! How strange and vivid the world looked! The trees had innumerable green fresh leaves-they were all blowing and shifting and turning and flashing in the wind; drops of rainwater fell downward sparkling; the robins were singing their absurd, delicious little four-noted songs; even the street cars looked unusually bright and beauti- ful, just as they used to look when he was a child and had wanted above all things to be a motorman. He found himself smiling foolishly at everything, foolishly and weakly, and wanted to say something about it to Harry. It was no use, though-he had no strength, and the mere finding of words would be almost more than he could manage. And even if he should succeed in saying it, he would then most likely burst into tears. He shook his head slowly from side to side.
"Ain't it grand?" he said.
"I'll bet it looks good," said Harry.
"Words fail me."
"You wait till you get out to sea. You'll have a swell time."
"Oh, swell! ... I hope not. I hope it'll be calm."
"Tut tut."
When they passed the Harvard Club Mr. Arcularis made a slow and somewhat painful effort to turn in his seat and look at it. It might be the last chance to see it for a long time. Why this sentimental longing to stare at it, though? There it was, with the great flag blowing in the wind the Harvard seal now concealed by the swift folds and now revealed and there were the windows in the library, where he had spent so many delightful hours reading-Plato, and Kipling, and the Lord knows what-and the balconies from which for so many years he had watched the finish of the Marathon. Old Talbot might be in there now, sleeping with a book on his knee, hoping forlornly to be interrupted by anyone, for anything.
"Good-by to the old club," he said.
"The bar will miss you," said Harry, smiling with friendly irony and looking straight ahead.
"But let there be no moaning," said Mr. Arcularis. "What's that a quotation from?"
" 'The Odyssey/ " .
In spite of the cold, he was glad of the wind on his face, for it helped to dissipate the feeling of vagueness and dizziness that came over him in a sickening wave from time to time. All of a sudden everything would begin to swim and dissolve, the houses would lean their heads together he had to close his eyes, and there would be a curious and dreadtul humming noise, which at regular intervals rose to a crescendo arid then drawlingly subsided again. It was disconcerting. Perhaps he still had a trace of fever. When he got on the ship he would have a glass of whisky. From one of these spells he opened his eyes and found that they were on the ferry, crossing to East Boston. It must have the ferry s engines that he had heard. From another spell he woke to find himselt on the wharf, the car at a standstill beside a pile of yellow packing-cases.
"We're here because we're here because we're here," said Harry.
"Because we're here," added Mr. Arcularis.
He dozed in the car while Harry-and what a good friend Harry was!-attended to all the details. He went and came with tickets and passports and baggage checks and porters. And at last he unwrapped Mr. Arcularis from the rugs and led him up the steep gangplank to the deck, and thence by devious windings to a small cold stateroom with a solitary porthole like the eye of a cyclops.
"Here you are," he said, "and now I've got to go. Did you hear the
"Well, you're half asleep. It's sounded the ail-ashore. Good-by old fellow, and take care of yourself. Bring me back a^spray of edelweiss. And send me a picture post card from the Absolute."
"Will you have it finite or infinite?"
"Oh, infinite. But with your signature on it. Now you'd better turn in for a while and have a nap. Cheerio!"
Mr. Arcularis took his hand and pressed it hard, and once more felt like crying. Absurd! Had he become a child again?
"Good-by," he said.
He sat down in the little wicker chair, with his overcoat still on, closed his eyes, and listened to the humming of the air in the ventilator. Hurried footsteps ran up and down the corridor. The chair was too comfortable
and his pain began to bother him again, so he moved, with his coat still on to the narrow berth and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was dark and the porthole had been partly opened. He groped for the switch and
turned on the light. Then he rang for the steward.
"It's cold in here," he said. "Would you mind closing the port?"
The girl who sat opposite him at dinner was charming. Who was it she reminded him of? Why, of course, the girl at the hospital, the girl with the freckles. Her hair was beautiful, not quite red, not quite gold nor had it been bobbed; arranged with a sort of graceful untidiness, it made him think of a Melozzo da Forli angel. Her face was freckled, she had a mouth which was both humorous and voluptuous. And she seemed to be alone.
He frowned at the bill of fare and ordered the thick soup.
"No hors d'oeuvres?" asked the steward.
"I think not," said Mr. Arcularis. "They might kill me."
The steward permitted himself to be amused and deposited the menu card on the table against the water-bottle. His eyebrows were lifted
As he moved away, the girl followed him with her eyes and smiled.
"I'm afraid you shocked him," she said.
"Impossible," said Mr. Arcularis. "These stewards, they're dead souls How could they be stewards otherwise? And they think they've seen and known everything. They suffer terribly from the deja vu. Personally I dont blame them."
"It must be a dreadful sort of life."
"It's because they're dead that they accept it."
"Do you think so?"
"I'm sure of it. I'm enough of a dead soul myself to know the signs!"
"Well, I don't know what you mean by that!"
"But nothing mysterious! I'm just out of hospital, after an operation I was given up for dead. For six months I had given myself up for dead. If you've ever been seriously ill you know the feeling. You have a post-
humous feeling-a mild, cynical tolerance for everything and everyone. What is there you haven't seen or done or understood? Nothing."
Mr. Arcularis waved his hands and smiled.
"I wish I could understand you," said the girl, "but I've never been ill
in my life."
"Good God!"
The torrent of the unexpressed and inexpressible paralyzed him and rendered him speechless. He stared at the girl, wondering who she was and then, realizing that he had perhaps stared too fixedly averted his
gaze, gave a little laugh, rolled a pill of bread between his fingers. After a second or two he allowed himself to look at her again and found her
"Never pay any attention to invalids," he said, "or they'll drag you to the hospital."
She examined him critically, with her head tilted a little to one side, but with friendliness.
"You don't look like an invalid," she said.
Mr. Arcularis thought her charming. His pain ceased to bother him, the disagreeable humming disappeared, or rather, it was dissociated from himself and became merely, as it should be, the sound of the ship's engines, and he began to think the voyage was going to be really delightful.
The parson on his right passed him the salt.
"I fear you will need this in your soup," he said. "Thank you. Is it as bad as that?"
The steward, overhearing, was immediately apologetic and solicitous. He explained that on the first day everything was at sixes and sevens. The girl looked up at him and asked him a question. "Do you think well have a good voyage?" she said. He was passing the hot rolls to the parson, removing the napkins from
them with a deprecatory finger.
"Well, madam, I don't like to be a Jeremiah, but- "
"Oh, come," said the parson, "I hope we have no Jeremiahs. "What do you mean?" said the girl.
Mr. Arcularis ate his soup with gusto-it was nice and hot. "Well, maybe I shouldn't say it, but there's a corpse on board, going to Ireland; and I never yet knew a voyage with a corpse on board that we didn't have bad weather."
"Why, steward, you're just superstitious! What nonsense. "That's a very ancient superstition," said Mr. Arcularis. "I've heard it many times. Maybe it's true. Maybe we'll be wrecked. And what does it matter, after all?" He was very bland.
"Then let's be wrecked," said the parson coldly.
Nevertheless, Mr. Arcularis felt a shudder go through him on hearing the steward's remark. A corpse in the hold-a coffin? Perhaps it was true. Perhaps some disaster would befall them. There might be fogs There
might be icebergs. He thought of all the wrecks of which he had read. There was the Titanic, which he had read about in the warm newspaper room at the Harvard Club-it had seemed dreadfully real, even there.
That band, playing "Nearer My God to Thee" on the after-deck while the ship sank! It was one of the darkest of his memories. And the Empress of Ireland-all those poor people trapped in the smoking-room, with only one door between them and life, and that door locked for the night by the deck-steward, and the deck-steward nowhere to be found! He shivered, feeling a draft, and turned to the parson.
"How do these strange delusions arise?" he said.
The parson looked at him searchingly, appraisingly-from chin to forehead, from forehead to chin-and Mr. Arcularis, feeling uncomfortable, straightened his tie.
"From nothing but fear/' said the parson. "Nothing on earth but fear."
"How strange!" said the girl.
Mr. Arcularis again looked at her-she had lowered her face-and again tried to think of whom she reminded him. It wasn't only the freckle-faced girl at the hospital-both of them had reminded him of someone else.
Someone far back in his life: remote, beautiful, lovely. But he couldn't think. The meal came to an end, they all rose, the ship's orchestra played a feeble fox-trot, and Mr. Arcularis, once more alone, went to the bar to
have his whisky. The room was stuffy, and the ship's engines were both audible and palpable. The humming and throbbing oppressed him, the rhythm seemed to be the rhythm of his own pain, and after a short time he found his way, with slow steps, holding on to the walls in his moments of weakness and dizziness, to his forlorn and white little room. The port had been-thank God!-closed for the night: it was cold enough anyway.
The white and blue ribbons fluttered from the ventilator, the bottle and glasses clicked and clucked as the ship swayed gently to the long, slow motion of the sea. It was all very popular-it was all like something he
had experienced somewhere before. What was it? Where was it? . He untied his tie, looking at his face in the glass, and wondered, and from time to time put his hand to his side to hold in the pain. It wasn't at Portsmouth, in his childhood, nor at Salem, nor in the rose-garden at his Aunt Julia's, nor in the schoolroom at Cambridge. It was something very queer, very intimate, very precious. The jackstones, the Sunday-
School cards which he had loved when he was a child ... He fell asleep.
The sense of time was already hopelessly confused. One hour was like another, the sea looked always the same, morning was indistinguishable from afternoon-and was it Tuesday or Wednesday? Mr. Arcularis
was sitting in the smoking-room, in his favorite corner, watching the parson teach Miss Dean to play chess. On the deck outside he could see the people passing and repassing in their restless round of the ship. The
red jacket went by, then the black hat with the white feather, then the purple scarf, the brown tweed coat, the Bulgarian mustache, the monocle, the Scotch cap with fluttering ribbons, and in no time at all the red
jacket again, dipping past the windows with its own peculiar rhythm, followed once more by the black hat and the purple scarf. How odd to reflect on the fixed little orbits of these things-as definite and profound,
perhaps, as the orbits of the stars, and as important to God or the Absolute. There was a kind of tyranny in this fixedness, too-to think of it too much made one uncomfortable. He closed his eyes for a moment, to
avoid seeing for the fortieth time the Bulgarian mustache and the pursuing monocle. The parson was explaining the movements of knights. Two forward and one to the side: Miss Dean repeated the words several
times with reflective emphasis. Here, too, was the terrifying fixed curve of the infinite, the creeping curve of logic which at last must become the final signpost at the edge of nothing. After that-the deluge. The great
white light of annihilation. The bright flash of death ... Was it merely the sea which made these abstractions so insistent, so intrusive? The mere notion of orbit had somehow become extraordinarily naked; and to rid
himself of the discomfort and also to forget a little the pain which bothered his side whenever he sat down, he walked slowly and carefully into the writing-room, and examined a pile of superannuated magazines and
catalogues of travel. The bright colors amused him, the photographs or remote islands and mountains, savages in sampans or sarongs or both-it was all very far off and delightful, like something in a dream or a fever. But he found that he was too tired to read and was incapable of concentration. Dreams! Yes, that reminded him. That rather alarming business—sleep-walking!
Later in the evening-at what hour he didn't know-he was telling Miss Dean about it, as he had intended to do. They were sitting in deck-chairs on the sheltered side. The sea was black, and there was a coldwind. He wished they had chosen to sit in the lounge.
Miss Dean was extremely pretty-no, beautiful. She looked at him, too in a very strange and lovely way, with something of inquiry, some- thing of sympathy, something of affection. It seemed as if, between the question and the answer, they had sat thus for a very long time, exchanging an unspoken secret, simply looking at each other quietly and kindly. Had an hour or two passed? And was it at all necessary to speak? "No," she said, "I never have."
She breathed into the low words a note of interrogation and gave him a slow smile.
"That's the funny part of it. I never had either until last night. Never in my life. I hardly ever even dream. And it really rather frightens me. "Tell me about it, Mr. Arcularis."
"I dreamed at first that I was walking, alone, in a wide plain covered with snow. It was growing dark, I was very cold, my feet were frozen and numb, and I was lost. I came then to a signpost-at first it seemed to me there was nothing on it. Nothing but ice. Just before it grew finally dark, however, I made out on it the one word 'Polaris .
"The Polar Star."
"Yes-and you see, I didn't myself know that. I looked it up only this morning. I suppose I must have seen it somewhere? And of course it rhymes with my name."
"Why, so it does!"
"Anyway, it gave me-in the dream-an awful feeling of despair, and the dream changed. This time, I dreamed I was standing outside my stateroom in the little dark corridor, or cul-de-sac, and trying to find the
door-handle to let myself in. I was in my pajamas, and again I was very cold. And at this point I woke up . . The extraordinary thing is thats exactly where I was!"
"Good Heavens. How strange!"
"Yes. And now the question is, where had I been? I was frightened,
when I came to-not unnaturally. For among other things I did have'
quite definitely, the feeling that I had been somewhere. Somewhere where
it was very cold. It doesn't sound very proper. Suppose I had been seen!"
"That might have been awkward," said Miss Dean.
"Awkward! It might indeed. It's very singular. I've never done such
a thing before. It's this sort of thing that reminds one-rather whole-
somely, perhaps, don't you think?"-and Mr. Arcularis gave a nervous
little laugh-"how extraordinarily little we know about the workings of
our own minds or souls. After all, what do we know?"
"Nothing-nothing-nothing-nothing," said Miss Dean slowly.
"Absolutely nothing."
Their voices had dropped, and again they were silent; and again they
looked at each other gently and sympathetically, as if for the exchange
of something unspoken and perhaps unspeakable. Time ceased. The
orbit-so it seemed to Mr. Arcularis-once more became pure, became
absolute. And once more he found himself wondering who it was that
Miss Dean-Clarice Dean-reminded him of. Long ago and far away.
Like those pictures of the islands and mountains. The little freckle-faced
girl at the hospital was merely, as it were, the stepping-stone, the sign-
post, or, as in algebra, the "equals" sign. But what was it they both
equalled"? The jackstones came again into his mind and his Aunt
Julia's rose-garden-at sunset; but this was ridiculous. It couldn't be
simply that they reminded him of his childhood! And yet why not?
They went into the lounge. The ship's orchestra, in the oval-shaped
balcony among faded palms, was playing the finale of "Cavalleria Rusti-
cana," playing it badly.
"Good God!" said Mr. Arcularis, "can't I ever escape from that damned
sentimental tune? It's the last thing I heard in America, and the last
thing I want to hear."
^But don't you like it?"
"As music? No! It moves me too much, but in the wrong way."
"What, exactly, do you mean?"
"Exactly? Nothing. When I heard it at the hospital-when was it?— it
made me feel like crying. Three old Italians tootling it in the rain. I
suppose, like most people, I'm afraid of my feelings."
"Are they so dangerous?"
"Now then, young woman! Are you pulling my leg?"
The stewards had rolled away the carpets, and the passengers were
beginning to dance. Miss Dean accepted the invitation of a young officer
and Mr. Arcularis watched them with envy. Odd, that last exchange of
remarks-very odd; in fact, everything was odd. Was it possible°that
they were falling in love? Was that what it was all about-all these con-
cealed references and recollections? He had read of such things. But at
his age! And with a girl of twenty-two!
After an amused look at his old friend Polaris from the open door
on the sheltered side, he went to bed.
The rhythm of the ship's engines was positively a persecution. It gave
one no rest, it followed one like the Hound of Heaven, it drove one out
into space and across the Milky Way and then back home by way of
Betelgeuse. It was cold there, too. Mr. Arcularis, making the round trip
by way of Betelgeuse and Polaris, sparkled with frost. He felt like a
Christmas tree. Icicles on his fingers and icicles on his toes. He tinkled
and spangled in the void, halloed to the waste echoes, rounded the buoy
on the verge of the Unknown, and tacked glitteringly homeward. The
wind whistled. He was barefooted. Snowflakes and tinsel blew past him.
Next time, by George, he would go farther still-for altogether it was
rather a lark. Forward into the untrodden! as somebody said. Some
intrepid explorer of his own backyard, probably, some middle-aged pro-
fessor with an umbrella: those were the fellows for courage! But give
us time, thought Mr. Arcularis, give us time, and we will bring back with
us the nightrime of the Obsolute. Or was it Absolete? If only there
weren't this perpetual throbbing, this iteration of sound, like a pain,
these circles and repetitions of light-the feeling as of everything coiling
inward to a center of misery ...
Suddenly it was dark, and he was lost. He was groping, he touched
the cold, white, slippery woodwork with his fingernails, looking for an
electric switch. The throbbing of course, was the throbbing of the ship.
But he was almost home-almost home. Another corner to round, a door
to be opened, and there he would be. Safe and sound. Safe in his father's
home. ii-i i.
It was at this point that he woke up: in the corridor that led to the
dining saloon. Such pure terror, such horror, seized him as he had never
known. His heart felt as if it would stop beating. His back was towards
the dining saloon; apparently he had just come from it. He was in his
pajamas. The corridor was dim, all but two lights having been turned
out for the night, and-thank God!-deserted. Not a soul, not a sound. He
was perhaps fifty yards from his room. With luck he could get to it un-
seen. Holding tremulously to the rail that ran along the wall, a brown,
greasy rail, he began to creep his way forward. He felt very weak, very
dizzy, and his thoughts refused to concentrate. Vaguely he remembered
Miss Dean-Clarice-and the freckled girl, as if they were one and the
same person. But he wasn't in the hospital, he was on the ship. Of course.
How absurd. The Great Circle. Here we are, old fellow . . . steady
round the corner . . . hold hard to your umbrella ...
In his room, with the door safely shut behind him, Mr. Arcularis broke
into a cold sweat. He had no sooner got into his bunk, shivering, than he
heard the night watchman pass.
"But where-" he thought, closing his eyes in agony- have I
been? . . ."
A dreadful idea had occurred to him.
"It's nothing serious-how could it be anything serious? Of course it's
nothing serious," said Mr. Arcularis.
"No, it's nothing serious," said the ship's doctor urbanely.
"I knew you'd think so. But just the same-"
"Such a condition is the result of worry," said the doctor. "Are you
womed-do you mind telling me-about something? Just try to think."
Mr. Arcularis knitted his brows. Was there something? Some little
mosquito of a cloud disappearing into the southwest, the northeast?
Some little gnat-song of despair? But no, that was all over. All over.
"Nothing," he said, "nothing whatever."
"It's very strange," said the doctor.
"Strange! I should say so. I've come to sea for a rest, not for a night-
mare! What about a bromide?"
"Well, I can give you a bromide, Mr. Arcularis-"
"Then, please, if you don't mind, give me a bromide."
He carried the little phial hopefully to his stateroom, and took a dose
at once. He could see the sun through his porthole. It looked northern
and pale and small, like a little peppermint, which was only natural
enough, for the latitude was changing with every hour. But why was it
that doctors were all alike? and all, for that matter, like his father, or
that fellow at the hospital? Smythe, his name was. Doctor Smythe. A
nice, dry little fellow, and they said he was a writer. Wrote poetry or
something like that. Poor fellow-disappointed. Like everybody else.
Crouched in there, in his cabin, night after night, writing blank verse
or something-all about the stars and flowers and love and death- ice
and the sea and the infinite; time and tide-well, every man to his own
"But it's nothing serious," said Mr. Arcularis, later, to the parson. "How
could it be?"
"Why, of course not, my dear fellow," said the parson, patting his
back. "How could it be?"
"I know it isn't and yet I worry about it."
"It would be ridiculous to think it serious," said the parson.
Mr. Arcularis shivered: it was colder than ever. It was said that they
were near icebergs. For a few hours in the morning there had been a
fog, and the siren had blown-devastatingly-at three-minute intervals.
Icebergs caused fog-he knew that.
"These things always come," said the parson, "from a sense of guilt.
You feel guilty about something. I won't be so rude as to inquire what
it is. But if you could rid yourself of the sense of guilt—"
And later still, when the sky was pink:
"But is it anything to worry about?" said Miss Dean. "Really?"
"No, I suppose not."
"Then don't worry. We aren't children any longer!"
"Aren't we? I wonder!"
They leaned, shoulders touching, on the deck-rail, and looked at the sea,
which was multitudinously incarnadined. Mr. Arcularis scanned the hori-
zon in vain for an iceberg.
"Anyway," he said, "the colder we are the less we feel!
"I hope that's no reflection on you," said Miss Dean.
"Here . . . feel my hand," said Mr. Arcularis.
"Heaven knows it's cold!"
"It's been to Polaris and back! No wonder."
"Poor thing, poor thing!"
"Warm it."
"May I?"
"You can."
"I'll try."
Laughing, she took his hand between both of hers, one palm under
and one palm over, and began rubbing it briskly. The decks were de-
serted, no one was near them, everyone was dressing for dinner. The
sea grew darker, the wind blew colder.
"I wish I could remember who you are," he said.
"And you— who are you?"
"Then perhaps I am yourself."
"Don't be metaphysical!"
"But I am metaphysical!"
She laughed, withdrew, pulled the light coat about her shoulders.
The bugle blew the summons for dinner-"The Roast Beef of Old
England"-and they walked together along the darkening deck toward
the door, from which a shaft of soft light fell across the deck-rail. As
they stepped over the brass door-sill Mr. Arcularis felt the throb of the
engines again; he put his hand quickly to his side.
"Aw/ wiedersehen" he said. "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
Mr. Arcularis was finding it impossible, absolutely impossible, to keep
warm. A cold fog surrounded the ship, had done so, it seemed, for days.
The sun had all but disappeared, the transition from day to night was
almost unnoticeable. The ship, too, seemed scarcely to be moving-it
was as if anchored among walls of ice and rime. Monstrous, that merely
because it was June, and supposed, therefore, to be warm, the ship's
authorities should consider it unnecessary to turn on the heat! By day,
he wore his heavy coat and sat shivering in the corner of the smoking-
room. His teeth chattered, his hands were blue. By night, he heaped
blankets on his bed, closed the porthole's black eye against the sea, and
drew the yellow curtains across it, but in vain. Somehow, despite every-
thing, the fog crept in, and the icy fingers touched his throat. The stew-
ard, questioned about it, merely said, "Icebergs." Of course-any fool knew
that. But how long, in God's name, was it going to last? They surely
ought to be past the Grand Banks by this time! And surely it wasn't
necessary to sail to England by way of Greenland and Iceland!
Miss Dean— Clarice— was sympathetic.
"It's simply because," she said, "your vitality has been lowered by
your illness. You can't expect to be your normal self so soon after an
operation! When was your operation, by the way?"
Mr. Arcularis considered. Strange-he couldn't be quite sure. It was
all a little vague-his sense of time had disappeared.
"Heavens knows!" he said. "Centuries ago. When I was a tadpole and
you were a fish. I should think it must have been about the time of the
Battle of Teutoburg Forest. Or perhaps when I was a Neanderthal man
with a club!"
"Are you sure it wasn't farther back still?"
What did she mean by that?
"Not at all. Obviously, we've been on this damned ship for ages-
for eras-for aeons. And even on this ship, you must remember, I've had
plenty of time, in my nocturnal wanderings, to go several times to Orion
and back. I'm thinking, by the way, of going farther still. There's a nice
little star off to the left, as you round Betelgeuse, which looks as if it
might be right at the edge. The last outpost of the finite. I think I'll have
a look at it and bring you back a frozen rime-feather."
"It would melt when you got it back."
"Oh, no, it wouldn't-not on this ship!"
Clarice laughed.
"I wish I could go with you," she said.
"If only you would! If only—"
He broke off his sentence and looked hard at her-how lovely she was,
and how desirable! No such woman had ever before come into his life-
there had been no one with whom he had at once felt so profound a
sympathy and understanding. It was a miracle, simply-a miracle. No
need to put his arm around her or to kiss her-delightful as such small
vulgarities would be. He had only to look at her, and to feel, gazing into
those extraordinary eyes, that she knew him, had always known him. It
was as if, indeed, she might be his own soul.
But as he looked thus at her, reflecting, he noticed that she was frown-
"What is it?" he said.
She shook her head, slowly.
"I don't know."
"Tell me."
"Nothing. It just occurred to me that perhaps you weren't looking quite
so well."
Mr. Arcularis was startled. He straightened himself up.
"What nonsense! Of course this pain bothers me-and I feel astonish-
ingly weak—"
"It's more than that— much more than that. Something is worrying you
horribly." She paused, and then with an air of challenging him, added,
"Tell me, did you?"
Her eyes were suddenly asking him blazingly the question he had
been afraid of. He flinched, caught his breath, looked away. But it was
no use, as he knew: he would have to tell her. He had known all along
that he would have to tell her.
"Clarice," he said-and his voice broke in spite of his effort to control
it— "it's killing me, it's ghastly! Yes, I did"
His eyes filled with tears, he saw that her own had done so also, She
put her hand on his arm.
"I knew," she said. "I knew. But tell me."
"It's happened twice again-*u;ice-and each time I was farther away.
The same dream of going round a star, the same terrible coldness and
helplessness. That awful whistling curve . . ." He shuddered.
"And when you woke up-" she spoke quietly- 'where were you when
you woke up? Don't be afraid!"
"The first time I was at the farther end of the dining saloon. I had my
hand on the door that leads into the pantry."
"I see. Yes. And the next time?"
Mr Arcularis wanted to close his eyes in terror-he felt as if he were
going mad. His lips moved before he could speak, and when at last he
did speak it was in a voice so low as to be almost a whisper.
"I was at the bottom of the stairway that leads down from the pantry
to the hold, past the refrigerating-plant. It was dark, and I was crawling
on my hands and knees . . . Crawling on my hands and knees! . . .
"Oh!" she said, and again, "Oh!"
He began to tremble violently; he felt the hand on his arm trembling
also. And then he watched a look of unmistakable horror come slowly
into Clarice's eyes, and a look of understanding, as if she saw . . . She
tightened her hold on his arm.
"Do you think . . ." she whispered.
They stared at each other. t
"I know," he said. "And so do you . . . Twice more-three times-and
I'll be looking down into an empty . . ."
It was then that they first embraced-then, at the edge of the infinite,
at the last signpost of the finite. The clung together desperately, for-
lornly, weeping as they kissed each other, staring hard one moment and
closing their eyes the next. Passionately, passionately, she kissed him, as
if she were indeed trying to give him her warmth, her life.
"But what nonsense!" she cried, leaning back and holding his ^ face
between her hands, her hands which were wet with his tears. What
nonsense! It can't be!"
"It is," said Mr. Arcularis slowly. "
"But how do you know? . . . How do you know where the-
For the first time Mr. Arcularis smiled.
"Don't be afraid, darling-you mean the coffin?"
"How could you know where it is?" .
"I don't need to," said Mr. Arcularis ..."Im already almost there.
Before they separated for the night, in the smoking-room, they had
several whisky cocktails.
"We must make it gay!" Mr. Arcularis said. Above all, we must make
it gay. Perhaps even now it will turn out to be nothing but a nightmare
from which both of us will wake! And even at the worst, at my present
rate of travel, I ought to need two or more nights! It's a long way, still to
that little star."
The parson passed them at the door.
"What! turning in so soon?" he said. "I was hoping for a game of
"Yes, both turning in. But tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, then, Miss Dean! And good-night'"
"Good-night." '
They walked once round the deck, then leaned on the railing and
stared into the fog. It was thicker and whiter than ever. The ship was
m< ^ mg i barely P erce P tibl y> & e Aythm of the engines was slower, more
subdued and remote, and at regular intervals, mournfully, came the long
reverberating cry of the foghorn. The sea was calm, and lapped only
very tenderly against the side of the ship, the sound coming up to them
clearly, however, because of the profound stillness.
" 'On such a night as this- " quoted Mr. Arcularis grimly.
" 'On such a night as this- "
Their voices hung suspended in the night, time ceased for them, for
an eternal instant they were happy. When at last they parted it was
by tacit agreement on a note of the ridiculous.
"Be a good boy and take your bromide!" she said.
"Yes, mother, I'll take my medicine!"
In his stateroom, he mixed himself a strong potion of bromide, a very
strong one, and got into bed. He would have no trouble in falling' asleep:
he felt more tired, more supremely exhausted, than he had ever been in
his life; nor had bed ever seemed so delicious. And that long, magnificent,
delirious swoop of dizziness ... the Great Circle ... the swift path-
way to Arcturus . . .
It was all as before, but infinitely more rapid. Never had Mr. Arcularis
achieved such phenomenal, such supernatural, speed. In no time at all
he was beyond the moon, shot past the North Star as if it were standing
still (which perhaps it was?), swooped in a long, bright curve round the
Pleiades, shouted his frosty greetings to Betelgeuse, and was off to the
little blue star which pointed the way to the unknown. Forward into the
untrodden! Courage, old man, and hold on to your umbrella! Have you
got your garters on? Mind your hat! In no time at all we'll be back to
Clarice with the frozen time-feather, the rime-feather, the snowflake of
the Absolute, the Obsolete. If only we don't wake ... if only we needn't
wake ... if only we don't wake in that-in that-time and space . . .
somewhere or nowhere . . . cold and dark . . . "Cavalleria Rusticana"
sobbing among the palms; if a lonely ... if only ... the coffers of the
poor-not coffers, not coffers, not coffers. Oh, God, not coffers, but light,
delight, supreme white and brightness, and above all whirling lightness,
whirling lightness above all— and freezing— freezing— freezing . .
At this point in the void the surgeon's last effort to save Mr. Arcularis's
life had failed. He stood back from the operating table and made a tired
gesture with a rubber-gloved hand.
"It's all over," he said. "As I expected."
He looked at Miss Hoyle, whose gaze was downward, at the basin she
held. There was a moment's stillness, a pause, a brief flight of unex-
changed comment, and then the ordered life of the hospital was resumed.


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You may be seeing "multigrain" on products from crackers to bread at the grocery, but does that make it a good choice if you are trying to add to your daily fiber count? Unfortunately, most of the time "no". Multigrain simply means more than one grain, not that the grains are whole. If you want a good "whole" grain product, look at the ingredient list and look for the word "whole" at the top of the list. If it is near the bottom of the list, it is not a good "whole" grain choice. You can also look at the grams of fiber per serving on the nutrition facts label. Per serving you want 3+ grams of fiber.
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Ebenezer D. Bassett Saturday Academy, sponsored by the NAACP New Britain Branch will be holding community meetings on October 7th and 21st.
"Do you have a child in the 6th grade that needs a mentor?" asks the program organizers. "Have you ever thought about being a mentor? We invite you to attend the Ebenezer D. Basset Saturday Academy Mentoring Program Community Meeting."
The NAACP New Britain Branch has been building to re-activate its Saturday Academy educational program for children. Darren Hudson chairs the Ebenezer D. Bassett Saturday Academy Committee of the NAACP New Britain Branch and Ronald P. Davis is the NAACP Branch President.
The program is named in honor of Ebenezer D. Bassett (1833-1908), who, after being the first African-American to graduate from the school that would later become Central Connecticut State University, was an educator, a prominent abolitionist and the first African-American head of a diplomatic mission from the United States.
The first meeting will be Saturday, October 7, 2017 from 10:00am to 11:00pm in the Community Room at the New Britain Police Department Headquarters at 10 Chestnut Street.
The second meeting will be Saturday, October 21, 2017 from 10:00am to 11:00pm at the New Britain Public Library at 20 High Street.
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Don Freeman was born in San Diego, California, in 1908. After graduating high school and attending a summer course at San Diego School of Fine Arts, Don moved to New York, where he studied at the Art Students' League and developed a passion for theater. Don spent much of his time on Broadway and could often be found backstage, sketching actors and capturing everything that happened both on and off the stage in his sketchbook. He supported himself by playing his trumpet in a dance band, but after losing his trumpet on the subway Don decided to turn his attention to his sketches.
Don made a name for himself from his successful Broadway sketches and took his first step into children's literature when he was asked to illustrate for William Saroya. He quickly began writing and illustrating his own children's books, including Corduroy, A Pocket for Corduroy, and the Caldecott Honor Book Fly High, Fly Low. He collaborated frequently with his wife, Lydia, a fellow author and artist. Don died in 1978, and his wife went on to establish The Lydia Freeman Charitable Foundation. Learn more about Don's Life here.
Click here to find out more about Don Freeman at his website.
Jody Wheeler illustrates new Corduroy books in the spirit of Don's beloved style. She developed a greater than average interest in children's books at an early age, having been influenced by her great aunt Opal Wheeler, a prolific writer of books for young readers in the 1950's. She worked as a design assistant at The Dial Press juvenile books division in Manhattan for two years before establishing her own freelance illustration business. Since then she has enjoyed working on a variety of projects ranging from picture books to educational texts, magazines, greeting cards and licensed characters and has illustrated over 60 books.
B. G. Hennessy has written many of the Corduroy books published since 1978. She and Don Freeman first met when she was his art director for A POCKET FOR CORDUROY. She says, "Getting to know Don was a journey. We became friends over the back and forth of sketches, samples, black line drawings, blue-boards, typesetting, design, and finally, finished artwork. I remember Don as a careful artist with an exquisite eye, and as a superlative storyteller, both on and off the page. His "Corduroy World" has been a wonderful place to spend so much of my writing time." B. G. Hennessy is the author of over 35 children's books with over four million copies in print. More information on her books can be found at http://bghennessy.com.
Lisa McCue is internationally acclaimed illustrator / author illustrator of more than 175 books for children, including the novelty books for our beloved Corduroy bear. Her charming characters have become well known to an entire generation of children and their parents though her charming children's book illustrations, greeting cards, Fabrics, gift tins, wrapping paper, clothing, plush toys, and other licensed merchandise. For inspiration, Lisa turns to the everyday- from her neighborhood, pets, and children, to local streets, schools and parks, to the view from her studio window overlooking the Chesapeake Bay- and imparts it with her unique style. For Lisa, it's the joy that others take in her work that makes illustrating so rewarding, especially children who enjoy her books.


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September 29 Update: Yesterday, we announced that HGTV USA would be re-running the 4th Puerto Vallarta Episode of House Hunters International, but they have since changed their programming schedule and will be airing the 7th Vallarta episode instead. More details will be published in tomorrow morning's edition of BanderasNews.com.
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico - If you missed the Puerto Vallarta episode of House Hunters International that aired last weekend, you can get your PV fix next week, when HGTV USA will re-run Episode #4, "Emptying The Nest in Puerto Vallarta," at 10:30 pm | 9:30 Central on Monday, October 3 and at 1:30 am | 12:30 am Central on Tuesday, October 4.
In this episode, which first aired in September 2014, Timothy Real Estate Group agent Taniel Chemsian goes 'house hunting' with Jorge and Jeannette, a couple from Portland.
The episode synopsis on HGTV's website puts it like this:
After long and stressful careers in Portland, Oregon, the Espinosas are retiring in the Latin city they love, but the dream of living in Puerto Vallarta means two very different things to Jorge and Jeannette. For Jorge, the party is just getting started so he wants a low maintenance downtown condo. Jeannette wants a big house with room for their grown children to always feel welcome. But in Puerto Vallarta's growing housing market, real estate agent Taniel Chemsian knows his divided clients have to come to a consensus before they get priced out. Find out if Jorge will get the downtown empty nest he wants, or if family needs will cramp his style.
Timothy Real Estate Group starred in the first Puerto Vallarta episode of HGTV's 'House Hunters International' back in 2012. Since then, the real estate powerhouse has been featured in eight more episodes, and is working on their third HHI screening and a Night Of Latin Stars-themed Vallarta charity fundraising event, scheduled to take place at Casa Karma on Conchas Chinas Beach on Monday, November 21st from 7:00-10:00 pm.
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L.A. Mayoral Debate: 50% high school dropout rate, whoah!
This statistic was mentioned during last week's mayoral candidates' debate in Los Angeles.
I knew things in the public schools were bad, but I'm astonished by this figure. And what I'm curious about is how does it happen? Do kids just walk away in disgust, believing that school has no relevance to their lives and the dangers they face every day? Are they afraid to show up due to gang activity and other hazards? Do their parents tell them to drop out and go to work to help the family, as in melodramas of a century ago? What is going on? This seems unbelievable to me.
It was more like 10% at my highschool for the class of 01.
That article isn't talking about LA specifically but they mention how 44.2 of hispanics born outside the US drop out of school, since LA has a high immigrant population that could explain part of it.
I don't believe the figure of 50%. No group in the U.S. has a dropout rate that high. Look at this table:
(Click on the link to table 3.)
No group has a dropout rate of 50%, not even Hispanics born outside of the U.S. Even if 100% of the students at L.A. schools were Hispanics born outside of the U.S. (and they're not), the dropout rate wouldn't be that high.
I am a product of L.A. City Schools and I can tell you that they are crap. Some teachers and even a very few administrators were gems but they were in the minority. So many of them were incompetent or just didn't give a shit anymore.
Why drop out? In my high school (and this was over 20 years ago) it was pregnancy, incarceration, getting disabled in gang warfare, flunking out because of a lack of ability to read at a very basic level to name a few. My high school was middle of the pack for L.A. in terms of how bad it was. My WAG for the dropout rate in my day would be around 15-20%. It could have been worse than that. I spent most of my time concentrating on doing what I had to do to get the fuck out of there.
I graduated from LAUSD, as did both of my kids.
Based on what I saw as my kids went through high school, I can state this. For a 50% number to be accurate across the LAUSD overall, there would have to be some schools with an 80%+ drop out rate to counter act the drop out rate (or lack there of) in my kids school. I doubt that it was over 10%, probably closer to 5%
Man there must be some real small graduating classes somewhere in LA.
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> The data you submitted is just an agregate of everyone.
So what? The point is that there is no group divided by sex, race, ethnic group, or even foreign birth that has that low a dropout rate. Los Angeles is a very diverse city. The schools have lots of white, black, Asian, and Hispanic students. They have students whose families range from poor to upper middle class. Even if every single student in the L.A. schools was Hispanic and born outside the U.S., you still wouldn't expect there to be a 50% dropout rate. Incidentally, many rural Southern schools have students who on average come from considerably poorer families than the average L.A. students. Poverty is not confined to the inner cities of big cities in the U.S. In fact, it's actually more common in certain rural areas of the U.S.
Now would someone please look up the actual dropout rate in L.A. and post it?
The statistics are often framed in terms that are deliberately skewed to make the point the presenter wishes to make.
For example: Schools usually frame dropout rates in terms of "per year", especially when discussing specific ethnic groups. This page, randomly chosen, cites the following statistics:
Note that the number of high school dropouts in that one year was 21% of the graduating class. The total number of dropout would have been the number of "Class of 1999" dropouts in the preceding 12 years (though I freely concede that few children drop out after the first grade). If we look at high school dropouts alone, and assume that conditions were reasonably consistent from 1995-99, we'd find that 17.3% of entering 9th graders who would have graduated in 1999 dropped out -- this means the OVERALL high school dropout rate is about four times than the highest incidence ethnic group cited.
More worrisome, the under-20 population is 3,141,901. For a crude estimate, let's assume that there is an equal number at each age. That's 157,095 youths who are, say, 18 years old (or any other age). Compare that with the 75,382 high school graduates, and that's 48%. Yes, some kids graduate at 19 0r 20, but if we assume consistent numbers from year to year, the kids who were "left back" from the class of 1998 would balance out the kids who were left back to graduate in 2000. Similarly, the numbers of early grads, double- and triple- demotions, etc. would balance out across the years
In gross terms: if we assume these numbers are fixed from year to year, The number of graduates produced by LA County high schools in the next 20 years would be less than half the number of kids under 20 in the County. In other social settings (socioeconomic status encompasses far more than just poverty) the number of kids graduating would approximate the number of kids born into the county. What could account for this? Well, I imagine that the 19,912 juvenile arrests in LA county per year [1997 figure] (400,000 arrests over 20 years or 2.6 arrests per person under 20) has something to do with it.
Are these numbers accurate? I have no idea. I simply note that a quick glance at a tabular summary can be misleading -- and that the numbers cited in that table don't seem to make sense (e.g. how many ethnically unclassified dropouts are there?) You need to go back to the source data. I compared the raw number of HS graduates in LA Country per annum and the population "at risk" for graduation, to summarize a complex system of effects, solely because they should be easily confirmed "hard" numbers. I don't pretend this is any kind of formal analysis
Here are the most recent official dropout statistics from Los Angeles County from the California Department of Education. They show dropout rates by grade and also a four-year derived rate. The four-year rate is the one minus the product of (one minus the annual dropout rate) for grades 9 through 12. See also background on how one defines a dropout and how the rates are calculated.
The overall dropout rate for Los Angeles County, then, is 19%. The Hispanic rate is 23%. So were the figures in the mayoral debate a lot of hooey?
Probably not. Los Angeles County includes more than the City of Los Angeles. The California DOE aggregates data by school district and county, not by municipality. In the absence of citywide data, take a look at the data by school for the Los Angeles Unified School District. Note the horrifying dropout rates for some schools. No doubt the higher rates are concentrated in the city, so a citywide four-year dropout rate of 50% seems very believable.
Now then, back to the OP.
One thing that I've seen happen is for these large percentages to be due to creative wording. The figures are calculated based upon the ratio of the number of students who didn't graduate from the school system to the total number of students who attended high school in that system. This means that students who transfer out to a private school, or who move to a new location outside of the school district will be counted as "dropouts" even if they graduate as valedictorians from their new school. E.g., if 400 students start out in the school system prior to entering 9th grade, and 400 students transfer into the district at some point between 9th and 12th grade, but 400 students (possibly from the pool of students who transfered in) leave the school rolls before graduating, it produces a graduation rate of 50%.
I'm betting the candidate said "graduation rate", not "dropout rate", implying that the dropout rate was 50%. On the other hand, maybe he did say "dropout rate" with a plan to slide back into weasel words if he actually has his bluff called.
I've never lived in LA or the LA area, and am fairly new to CA as a whole. But one thing I did learn recently is that CA high school students have an opportunity to "test out", and continue on, either in a vocational school, a junior college, or a career. There was a pretty in depth article about the California High School Proficiency Exam in our local paper several months ago, and how it's becoming an appealing option for more and more students unhappy with the public school systems.
I'm not discounting the reasons mentioned above, though like I said, I don't really know the area, but I wouldn't only assume the worst.
Again, please see the California Department of Education definition of a dropout:
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We love New Mexico, and absolutely love being a family again. Being at home with Rob is such a blessing and I Cherish every moment we are together as a family.
I miss my mom and dad, but know that this is where the Lord wants us to be right now. We are very grateful for everything our families have done to support us in this journey.
New Mexico is very different than Florida. Some of my favorite things: People are nicer, Doesn't rain everyday, Looking out my window just to see the beautiful mountains, Enough snow to make it feel like winter without having to shovel the driveway, Living on base and feeling safe walking around the neighborhood.
Things I miss about Florida: My amazing friends, family and church family, having the beach around the corner (even though I never really went).
Rob is enjoying his job and all the new experiences he is having, and I really love getting to be a housewife, and can not wait to bring home the new addition to our family.


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Dial H #1
- Story by
- China Miéville
- Art by
- Mateus Santolouco
- Colors by
- Richard Horie and Tany Horie
- Letters by
- Steve Wands
- Cover by
- Brian Bolland
- Publisher
- DC Comics
Sometimes resurrection can be a very good thing. A creative concept packed with potential, China Mieville and Mateus Santolouco's "Dial H" #1 is already filled to the brim with good ideas.
Mieville's writing reminds the reader (perhaps unfortunately) that there's no reason comics can't be written this well all the time. The concept (repurposing an idea that began in the '60s), that a shlubby late twenties guy named Nelse stumbles into a "magic" phone booth while trying to help his friend and finds himself transformed into an unconventional hero, is odd. But it has limitless potential. The duality of a person transformed into a new hero every time and existing as both that hero and still themselves is fascinating. Mieville makes it work almost effortlessly. "Dial H" is simply a great concept that adds a nice dimension to the superhero yarn — hitting all the same beats that superhero fans know and love, but in innovative new ways. Plus, there's a confidence in Mieville's writing that leaves a reader similarly confident everything will pay off and the ride will be incredibly enjoyable in the process.
Santolouco's artwork is expressive and kinetic. Unafraid to be alternately ugly and beautiful (and sometimes both at once), it's bold and confident work. The panel layouts are traditional and expected, until they demand insanity, at which point they become appropriately insane. The colors by Tanya and Richard Horie are rich and dark as the book requires and they commit to the style and tone with the same fearless energy.
The sole complaint I have of the book is that there's just so much going on, and so much of it is bizarre that there are places where it's a little hard to follow. But it's honestly so good and interesting, that I found myself not caring much that I had to do a little extra work to make sure I was getting everything. Certainly the layers, the creativity and the sheer quality make this book worth the extra effort.
Easily one of the better books to come out of DC in the last year, this is a great addition to the replacement books DC is rolling out and one I'd be delighted to see go the distance.


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Angela Flanders established her original perfumery in East London, in the heart of the famous Columbia Road Flower Market, in 1985. Now run by her daughter Kate, this unique perfumery has grown quietly over the years, becoming a destination for those in the know, who appreciate the art and craft of fine artisan perfumery.
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The Columbia Rose Trilogy is an olfactory story narrated in three chapters, each representing a decade of Angela Flanders' life as a perfumer.
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Britain is served by an extensive railway network with trains operating frequently. Travelling by train is often the most efficient way to get around.
While train services are operated by a range of different companies, the vast majority of tickets and timetables are co-ordinated by National Rail. In most cases, this should be your first port of call when planning a journey by train.
For those who have not travelled by train before, this page aims to answer any questions you might have and make your journey quicker and easier. For those who do travel by train, some of these hints and tips can make your journeys a lot cheaper.
Catching the Right Train
Many people worry about catching the right train, but keeping the following key pieces of information in mind, it is actually very simple.
The most important thing is the train's final destination, as this will be shown on the departure board and announced on the station tannoy. When booking your ticket, make sure you find out the final destination of any trains you plan to take.
Another important piece of information is the scheduled departure time. This will be printed on your ticket and displayed on the departure boards in the train station. Trains are timetabled to the minute and it is unlikely that more than one train wll be departing at exactly the same time. Note that if a train is delayed, it is still referred to by its scheduled departure time, although the actual departure time will also be displayed on the board.
National Rail's live departure boards are useful for checking whether your train is late or on time before you arrive at the station. Simply enter the station you're leaving from and your destination and all the trains scheduled for this journey will be returned. To the left of each station name is an estimated time of departure from that station and if the train is running late, the approximate delay time is listed on the right. The platform your train will be arriving at is also shown. This site can also be used from mobiles so you can check it on the go. It is often more up to date and accurate than the departure boards in the station!
When a train is arriving, the station tannoy will play a message which names the final destination, departure time, train operating company and a list of all the stops. It also tells you which platform it's arriving at. This is probably the most useful source of information on a station, so make sure you can hear it!
The departures board is usually a screen hanging from the roof, showing a list of the next few trains leaving from that station and from which platform. Sometimes, each platform has its own departure board as well, with more detail such as stops.
When catching trains, be aware that they like to leave precisely 'on the dot' and the doors can be locked up to 45 seconds before they are supposed to leave. So don't cut it too close!
If you have any trouble, station staff are always willing to help. Show the guard your ticket and they ought to be able to tell you which train you want and the platform it is departing from.
Booking Tickets
At the Station
Booking tickets at the station is pretty easy, but can be more expensive than other methods of purchasing tickets, especially if you purchase on the day of departure. Go to any manned station with the name of the place you want to go to and a rough idea of when you want to travel, and they will help you with your booking.
Booking in advance online is also easy and can often be cheaper than booking in person. Simply input your starting point and destination, the dates and rough times you want to travel, and it will give you a list of trains to choose from. Note how some journeys take longer than others, have more changes or cost more.
If you have a 16-25 Railcard, don't forget to select this option on the website to get your 1/3 discount. Keep in mind however, that some advance fares can be cheaper without a railcard, so check the cost both with and without.
Select the ticket you want and pay via debit/credit card. You may need to register an account with the website before you can pay, but this is a simple process. At the end you will be given a summary of your journey to print out.
When you buy online, you have a choice of ways to get your ticket sent to you. If there's time, you can get them posted. If not, then you pick them up from the station yourself, using a ticket vending machine. You will be given a reference number to enter on the machine, and you will also need to take your credit card with you. The card will not be charged, but you have to put it in the machine to get the tickets. You are supposed to use the same card that you paid with, though in fact you can often use any old card. Don't rely on this at the last minute though!
On the Train
At some small stations, the ticket office closes fairly early (17:00 for instance). At these stations you have to simply get on the train and purchase a ticket from the conductor, if they show up! You can actually buy tickets from the conductor on most trains, but it's best to get them at the station when you can.
Keeping it Cheap
Train tickets in Britain can be very expensive, however there are ways of working the system which can seriously reduce the price by half or more.
Most of these tips assume that you are booking the tickets online. You can buy any ticket from any train operating company, but avoid third party retailers such as Raileasy and The TrainLine because they charge an extra booking fee.
All tickets, including cheaper advance fares, are available from station booking offices.
16-25 Railcard
This is the easiest way of reducing the cost of train fares. Costing just £26 for a one year railcard, it saves a third off most rail tickets. This means if you will spend £78 or more per year on train travel, the railcard will essentially pay for itself. You can also buy a three year railcard for £65, saving you £13 as opposed to renewing a one year railcard three years in a row. The cut off date for buying the three year railcard is the day before your 24th birthday, meaning you could keep using it until just before your 27th birthday.
Some Student Bank Accounts, notably NatWest, offer a valuable five-year railcard as part of their freebie package. However, Natwest no longer offers this for new account holders from 2011. More details regarding the railcard are available here.
If you have a railcard, you should always carry it with you on the train because the conductor will want to see it if you show him/her a discounted ticket.
Booking in Advance
It is possible to find very cheap train tickets online at websites such as Megatrain or on the train operating company's own website if you book in advance of your travelling date. Not only does this get you cheaper tickets, it also allows you to reserve seats on busy services, ensuring travel is as simple as possible.
You can book train tickets up to 12 weeks in advance, and in theory the cheapest tickets go on a first-come-first-served basis, however this isn't guaranteed. Sometimes cheap tickets don't become available until nearer the departure date. Sometimes they sell out quickly, other times there are still some left the night before. As a rule of thumb, check as early as you can and if no cheap tickets are available, wait until they do become available (unless the day of travel is less than a month away, in which case the cheap tickets are probably already sold out).
Certain companies such as East Coast and Virgin Trains offer advanced tickets that can only be bought from their websites. Virgin Trains and Stagecoach (which includes East Midlands and South West Trains) run a website called Megatrain, which sell cheap tickets. East Coast often have discounts on their own fares, only available through their website.
Most reserved seats are marked by a ticket at the top of the seat, but Virgin Trains as well some CrossCountry trains put their reservations on an LCD display above the seat.
If you do reserve seats, be warned that train companies sometimes screw up their seat reservation systems and other passengers often simply ignore the reservation tickets. You may find you have to negotiate your way into the seat you've reserved, but most passengers will oblige and move for you.
Note that cheap advance tickets are usually restricted to one particular train, whereas with a regular ticket you could catch any train you like, as long as it's going the right way. If you miss your train, your advance ticket will not be valid on the next one. If you do miss your train it is important not to travel without the authorisation of rail staff first otherwise you could leave yourself open to prosecution.
Beware when booking a long time in advance that the timetable can change at short notice, especially on Sundays. Always check the day before because your trai could be rescheduled to a different time than it was when you bought the ticket!
The Right Ticket
When buying on the day, return tickets are sometimes cheaper than singles. However, there are no cheap advance return tickets, so when buying in advance, it's often cheaper to get two singles instead of a return.
The Right Time
A little bit of timing can help save you a lot of money. Trains are more expensive during rush hour, so if you can avoid travelling before 10am and between 5pm and 7pm, you will find more cheap tickets available.
If your journey is long or you can't avoid travelling during rush hour, you should definitely consider split ticketing.
Split Ticketing
This little-known trick may be the one that saves you the most money. It is based on the principle that not all train journeys are equal. A lot of factors go into the price of a ticket. Some routes or areas are more expensive. Some times of day are more expensive. Some phases of the moon might even be more expensive. Who knows?
For example, if your journey is made wholly within off-peak hours, then it should be pretty cheap. However if only a small part of the journey takes place during rush hour, the whole journey will be charged at the higher rate.
With split ticketing, you aim to cut the journey up into sections, so that only the peak-time section is charged at peak-time rates.
By doing this, you don't alter the journey itself at all - you stay on the same train as if you had one ticket. You just have a bulging wallet full of tickets to show the conductor!
Here's an example of how to try it for yourself. On a long journey, try to work out the last station you pass through before you get into rush hour. Look up the price of just travelling as far as there. Note the time of arrival. Then look up the price of travelling from there to your destination, on the same train as it departs 2 minutes later. Add them together and see if the total is less than the price of one whole ticket.
- This doesn't work every time, and takes a bit of trial and error, but it has saved me hundreds of pounds this year alone. On my regular route (a return journey), advance tickets are only cheap on half of the journey. So I buy two advance tickets for this part, and one ordinary return for the other part. It saves me about £5-£10 every time. -- iMacThere4iAm
- Also, this does not necessarily have to apply to rush hour. Another good example is that fares in some large urban areas are subsidised, so a couple of examples. Say your going to Stalybridge from Warrington for the day (just for example), get a ticket from Warrington to Irlam and a ticket from Irlam to Stalybridge, it's likely to be cheaper. Also, one that Ive done before (when I went to the beach one day) is getting a ticket from Warrington to Hough Green and Hough Green to Freshfield.-- DMed
Text Tickets
Some rail companies are now implementing "text tickets" meaning its quicker and easier to purchase your tickets, as text tickets are new you can often save a lot of money on them as the rail companies are trying to get people to use them. When you purchase a text ticket the rail company will send you a barcode which you scan at the ticket barrier or a number which you show to staff around the barriers. Just be sure to make sure your phone has enough battery before you set out. Chiltern Railways Text Tickets FAQ
Refund Vouchers
If your train is delayed for an unreasonable length of time, you may be entitled to compensation. This will usually be in the form of vouchers which you can redeem for tickets at station kiosks or over the telephone (not online).
Normally, a delay of half an hour is considered unreasonable, so if your train is over half an hour late (which can happen frequently on Sundays), ask at the station for a complaints form. You will need to know which company operates the service, as each one has a slightly different policy and a different form.
To claim back, you will need to know when the train you wanted was timetabled to arrive at your destination, and when it actually did arrive. You will need to send off your tickets with the form, and a few weeks or months later, you will get back a bundle of vouchers.
To spend the vouchers, telephone the National Rail call centre on 08457 484950 or you can use them at a staffed ticket office instead of cash. When buying tickets using vouchers via the National Rail call centre - make sure you leave enough time to post the vouchers to them and for you to recieve the tickets back. It generally takes about a week.
Travelling Short
Travelling short means buying a ticket to go further than your destination, but alighting before this station. Why would you want to do this? Because it can be cheaper.
This is permitted under the National Rail Conditions of Carriage, which state "You may start, or break and resume, a journey (in either direction in the case of a return ticket) at any intermediate station, as long as the ticket you hold is valid for the trains you want to use. You may also end your journey (in either direction in the case of a return ticket) before the destination shown on the ticket. However, these rights may not apply to some types of tickets for which a break of journey is prohibited, in which case the relevant Train Companies will make this clear in their notices and other publications."
However, the cheaper tickets (e.g. advance fares) and outward portions of some off-peak returns, do not permit a break of journey. In these circumstances, you can be charged an excess fare or penalty fare. Make sure you always check that a break of journey is permitted on your ticket before travelling.
There are some excellent examples of savings to be made by "travelling short" which can be found using little effort. However, always make sure your ticket allows a break of journey BEFORE you board the train!


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Foreign Minister Pavlo Klimkin is very skeptical about the prospects to reach a joint vision with the Russian side regarding the roadmap to resolve the situation in the east during tomorrow's meeting of "Normandy Four" foreign ministers in Minsk.
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Squats are one of the most important exercises whether you're trying to lose weight or build muscle, and squat racks are one piece of home weight lifting equipment that make them safer and easier to do. Doing squats without a spotter can potentially be dangerous, so what do you do when you're working out alone? You use a squat rack, of course!
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It's always advised to warm up before a workout, and you can even do that with your squat rack. Simply attach a band or even a towel around the squat stand and stretch away.
Here are 8 exercises you do with squat racks:
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Foreign language is a compulsory part of the National Curriculum in Key Stage 2 and helps to "lay the foundations" for the foreign language learning at Key Stage 3. Children at Sea Mills Primary are taught Spanish as a foreign language throughout Key Stage 2. All pupils in Key Stage 2 receive an hour Spanish lesson weekly, taught by language teachers. Throughout these lessons children have the opportunities to ask and answer questions using correct pronunciation and grammar. Children are taught words and phrases through practical activities such as games and songs. Children work in pairs or small groups to communicate in a modern foreign language allowing them to develop an understanding of basic grammar. Children's confidence is increased by praise for contributions they make in class, as well as rewards such as 'linguist of the lesson' and certificates for achievements in assemblies.
Although not compulsory in EYFS and Key Stage 1, languages are prevalent in school from nursery. Simple greetings while taking the registers or learning basic colours are encouraged. We value the languages within our school. If families speak another language we would love for you to come in and share them with us.
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Mr. Early Wayne Gilbert, 72, of Fuquay-Varina passed away Tuesday, January 2, 2018 at Duke Raleigh Hospital in Raleigh. He was born in Wake County, the son of the late Early Raymond and Halley Virginia Bowling Gilbert. Wayne served in the N.C. National Guard and retired after 20 years. He volunteered with the Fuquay-Varina Rescue Squad and served on the Board of Directors for the Northwest Harnett Fire Department. Wayne was a member of Baptist Grove Baptist Church in Fuquay-Varina. He enjoyed traveling to West Jefferson with his wife, Elizabeth. Wayne was preceded in death by a brother, Thomas Archie Gilbert.
Wayne is survived by his wife of 50 years, Elizabeth Holt Gilbert of the home; 2 sons, Gary Wayne Gilbert and wife Tracy of Fuquay-Varina; Scott Gilbert and wife Laura of Fuquay-Varina; 4 grandchildren, Tyler Gilbert, Cody Gilbert, Brianna Gilbert and Wyatt Gilbert.
A funeral service will be conducted at 2:00 PM Saturday, January 6, 2018 at Baptist Grove Baptist Church in Fuquay-Varina with Rev. Ben Pearce and Rev. Richard Stribe officiating. Burial will follow in Gilbert Family Memorial Gardens in Fuquay-Varina with full military honors. The family will receive friends Wednesday evening from 7:00-9:00 PM at O'Quinn-Peebles-Phillips Funeral Home in Lillington and other times at the home.
Memorials may be made to Northwest Harnett Fire Department, 6015 Christian Light Rd., Fuquay-Varina, NC 27526.
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Submitted by Dianna Cole on Jan 12 2018 02:44:08 PM
Comfort can be had by reading the wonderful promise that our heavenly Father has made regarding the dead at Isaiah 26:19. These words have provided comfort and hope for me and many others because it gives us a legitimate hope. May your family be comforted and stregthen as you read it.
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Good bye my friend, it always fun working with you.
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It was always a pleasure to be in Wayne's presence. He was so pleasant to chat with and always smiling. I know you will miss him. Celebrate the memories. Blessings to all.
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So sorry to hear of your loss. May God's promise at Revelation 21:3,4 bring hope, strength and comfort.
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There is power to the monitor as the pwer light is ON on the monitor but there is no image on screen. If I press power button OFF on monitor and then press power button back ON I see the monitor and image on screen for just a sec and then monitor screen goes black.
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SOURCE: I have freestanding Series 8 dishwasher. Lately during the filling cycle water hammer is occurring. How can this be resolved
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Posted on Jan 02, 2017
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