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Holiday season is upon us, which means New Year's Eve is right around the corner! What better way to ring in the new year than by being surrounded by a few of your favorite faces while watching the ball drop in good 'ol NYC?
SparkleLouder with Hpnotiq and you can win a trip with your friends to New York City for New Year's Eve (or even a blingin' Effy ring)!
To enter, all you have to do is upload a New Year's worthy photo to their SparkleLouder photo app and glam it up a bit with some sparkles.
Details after the jump!
Hpnotiq challenges you to upload a pic of how you plan to SparkleLouder on New Year's Eve. Share your best party outfit, a photo of you with your best girlfriends, or a shot of you just having a good time. Once it's uploaded, you can edit it in the app and make it shine by clicking and drawing on the parts of your photo that need the most glitz.
Hpnotiq SparkleLouder Contest:
- Contest runs from November 4th through December 8th, 2013
- Every entry gives you more weekly chances to win one of twenty EFFY Diamond & Blue Topaz Rings (four will be given out each week!).
- The entry that Sparkles the Loudest will win the grand prize: A New Year's Eve trip for you and three girlfriends to New York City for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the ball drop in Times Square!
- You can check out the photo app and enter the SparkleLouder contest here.
For my photo above, I decided to post what I plan on wearing for New Year's Eve--a strapless mini party dress with rhinestones (the pretty silver feather mask is for added ~drama). I SparkleLouder in it because it makes me feel good. It's pink and frothy with just the right amount of glitz. If I won the trip to NYC for New Year's, my glammest outfit would include this dress (it's from Forever 21!), silver glitter pumps, a white faux fur quilted coat, and an oversized jewel cocktail ring.
You can SparkleLouder on New Year's by enjoying a Hpnotiq cocktail or two with your friends and by putting on an outfit that makes you feel amazing. NYE is the one time of the year where you can basically get away with dressing like a fairy princess, so do it. Slip on a dress covered in sequins, paint your nails with layers of multi-color glitter, or even try some metallic gold eyeliner. You'll be set for any party that's happening that night.
How do you plan to SparkleLouder on New Year's?
App and contest can be found here.
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Why I Love Hardware Virtualization
Earlier today I got an email from Amazon letting me know that one of my instances was experiencing "degraded performance" due to a hardware failure. They recommended that I stop and restart the instance so that it would be automatically migrated to new hardware.
So, I logged into AWS to check to see if the instance got removed from my Elastic Load Balancer like it should have. Turns out it WAS automatically removed. I simply force stopped the instance and brought it back online and the problem was solved.
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I'm Steve Salcedo; I am a Web designer living in northern Indiana. You can see my joy in the photo to the right, taken in 1984, when I received some bulletin board signs that teachers hang in their classroom. Two years later, my collection was well under way.
Site Overview
I built this site to showcase my street sign and traffic light collection. Unfortunately, I don't have the time or the space to physically display the collection. In the past, I photographed my signs and categorized them in a photo album to share with friends and family; I stopped doing that after I reached 200 signs — and 200 photos — at which point, rearranging the album became quite difficult. So, I decided to take my collection to the Web.
I also hope that this site is informational to other collectors, or to visitors who just want to learn more about street signs and traffic lights. I try to present accurate information so as to be a credible source about signs and signals (both past and present), as well as highway standards.
So, is this legal?
Well, my sign collection is legal. I get my signs in a variety of ways: from street departments before they scrap them at a recycling center; buy them from antique stores, flea markets; eBay; etc.
Yet, there are people who may find it hard to believe that I legally obtained this collection. So, let me break it down for you:
First, if I had 350+ stolen street signs — easily costing the city tens-of-thousands of dollars to replace — do you think I would publish them on the World Wide Web, where everybody (police, FBI, my mom) would be able to view my stolen property? That would be like a burglar publishing a Web site that mapped all the houses he hit in the neighborhood.
Second, street departments outsmart sign thieves. They use fantastic theftproof hardware to mount signs nowadays — you need bolt cutters to remove theft-proof signs. (I know this not because I have tried to steal a theftproof sign, but because I am somewhat savvy on sign-fastening techniques. That's how I get all the ladies.)
Third, can someone please tell me how one would go about stealing a traffic light? I wouldn't even try. First, I don't want to get electrocuted. Second, I am afraid of heights. I don't care if it was a four-way Crouse Hinds with glass "Stop," "Caution," and "Go" lenses, I'm not climbing up there.
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World financial leaders will descend on Washington this week to review threats to global growth posed by high oil prices and faltering progress toward easing the debts of the poorest nations.
The coming weekend will see the annual meetings of the International Monetary Fund (IMF) and World Bank, with finance ministers from the powerful Group of Seven nations holding their own talks on the sidelines.
For the G7, oil will be up for debate, as will the trade and currency policies of China, which has been invited to observe the high-powered gathering chaired by US Treasury Secretary John Snow.
"It is likely that we will discuss rising oil prices and global economic trends or economic development," Japanese Vice Finance Minister Koichi Hosokawa told reporters on Friday.
Ahead of the weekend talks, the IMF will on Wednesday release its latest World Economic Outlook report. Leaked accounts to the German press suggest the twice-yearly report will acknowledge the damage being done by high oil prices.
The IMF is set to cut its growth forecast for the world economy for next year by 0.1 of a percentage point to 4.3 percent, the German daily Handelsblatt said.
The report is expected to say that Hurricane Katrina itself will have a negligible impact on the US economy, but that the IMF believes there is a risk it could trigger a series of "second-round effects."
Handelsblatt said it explained that as a result of higher gasoline and heating oil prices, demand among US consumers could fall, which could have a ripple effect worldwide.
In a study for the Institute for International Economics, former IMF chief economist Michael Mussa said that the forecast for growth for next year, unlike for previous years, "has a high degree of risk."
He said that the risk reflected "unusual uncertainty about the course of world energy prices and their economic impact," coupled with a long-awaited shrinkage in the huge US current account deficit and Katrina's effects on the US economy.
A fall in spending by US consumers is long overdue, and when it comes it will slow US demand for imports, Mussa said.
While that would help bring the yawning US deficit down to more manageable levels, it could also hurt exporting nations and thus damage growth prospects worldwide.
In parts of the report already published last week, the IMF reaffirmed calls on exporters like Japan and Germany to do more to help their own domestic demand through deeper structural reforms to their stagnant economies.
And Asian countries, not least China, were urged to further free up their currencies to inject more flexibility into the international system.
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I am thankful that God sends people who ask the hard and needed questions. Once in a while, it is good to ponder upon "kamusta ako?" (How am I?).
After saying that I am "good" twice, I had to ask myself silently if "being this content" is fine. This pondering led to other questions like "Have I stopped dreaming?", "Have I stopped caring?", "Have I become agnostic to the people and things around me?". However after prayerfully thinking about it, I realized that instead to over thinking, I should be thankful because as of now (I do not know how long this will last), because of God's grace, I am good with my life.
Maybe it goes with outlook, maybe with age. Maybe with time. I do not know. However, it feels good to be good. It feels great to live one day at a time (still a struggle) and let God arrange the unknown tomorrow.
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The Ribs RnB Music Festival 2017 ended with the crowd completely buzzing with excitement. It was a successful three-day music festival last month that brought together some of the biggest, best names in RnB along with plenty of supporting artists and performers. It was known as the Ribs 'n' Soul before it was turned into an annual event everyone can enjoy.
Interestingly, Ribs RnB Music Festival 2017 was not the only exciting music event happening in Detroit that weekend. What started as a simple road trip to attend the festival turned into a stunning journey with a lot of incredible moments.
Tower of Power and a Great Thursday
The Ribs RnB Music Festival was scheduled to start on August 11th, but our trip started earlier than that. On Thursday, we were greeted by the Tower of Power and a treat of funky soul. The San Francisco band also featured Jake Clemons as the opening performer, storming the night like nothing we've have seen before.
On the same night, Jackson Browne also staged a concert to help the Old Redford redevelopment effort. Old Redford, for those of you who are not familiar with the district, is fast becoming the center for music and arts in Detroit.
The scene was lively. We saw a lot of performers and artists with a formal music education background from top names such as Kent State University, learning from artists who have been in the game longer. The rapidly growing music and arts scene is among the reasons why more students are taking an online MME program and studying music.
The Spectacular Weekend
Idina Menzel was in town for her performance at the Meadow Brook Amphitheatre, but we couldn't wait to see performances by the likes of the Atlantic Starr and Sheila E headlining the Ribs RnB Music Festival. The entire festival really showed what Detroit and RnB are all about. Good food, amazing crowds, and great music filled the entire weekend.
There were more than 30 artists in the lineup. The riverfront setting of the festival made it even more romantic. The weekend didn't stop there. On Saturday, Bruno Mars performed with his band – led by Phredley Brown, a guitarist from Detroit – and Camila Cabello as the opening act. They hit The Palace and they hit it good.
Music City
It is difficult to deny the strong musical roots the city of Detroit has. Last weekend was the perfect example of how big stars and new performers set the city alive. The Ribs RnB Music Festival ended with performances by Deja, Denise Davis, and Deon Yates before Atlantic Starr took the stage. It was magical.
It is worth noting that the scene also inspired a lot of young artists. It has been inspiring many people to take music more seriously, including by pursuing a music degree such as the online masters in music mentioned earlier. Some of the younger talents are aiming for next year's festival and the various events surrounding it. We may see new stars being born in Detroit.


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International Federation (IF) Forum 2019
International Federation (IF) Forum 2019
This year's IF Forum will take place on 28-30 October 2019 (Monday-Wednesday) at the Hotel Royal Savoy here in Lausanne. The 13th edition of the IF Forum will be a great event, offering three days of targeted thematic sessions designed to be of specific value to the International Sport Federations' in attendance.
If you would like to learn more about the IF Forum, download the brochure here.
Please note that the IF Forum is not open to the public or press/media, with invite-only attendees consisting of International Federation's, Speakers and exclusive Official IF Forum Partners who can register here.
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Botswana Telecoms selects KT Corp for LTE network
- Published on 31 October 2018
Infrastructure expected to be rolled out in 11 months.
Telco, bank in VSAT alliance to boost internet connectivity in Botswana
- Published on 29 June 2018
Paratus Botswana links up with Bank Gaborone to offer easier access to telecoms-focused finance.
Botswana launches TV white spaces project
- Published on 12 March 2015
Microsoft's TVWS project has been launched in SA, Ghana and Kenya.
Botswana's BoFiNet contracts Ruckus Wireless to connect Jubilee stadia
- Published on 17 January 2017
Ruckus, through its reseller IT-IQ Botswana, was awarded the contract following an extensive tender process.
BoFiNet calls for support on Wi-Fi, FTTx rollout
- Published on 11 March 2015
Parastatal urges country's private sector to support deployment.
Botswana, South Africa delve into dynamic spectrum
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Industry bodies announce agreement on research into airwaves over which all wireless communication devices communicate.
Botswana: authorities focus on fibre to mitigate power supply challenge
- Published on 23 February 2015
Transport and communications minister outlines country's plan to handle frequent e-service outages.
BoFiNet completes P300k network expansion
- Published on 10 December 2015
Telco confirms infrastructure development to increase broadband penetration.
Orange Botswana launches 4G network
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Mobile operators in 4G race to connect Botswana.
Botswana Telecommunications Corporation forms alliance with Vodafone
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Non-equity agreement will give customers access to range of product, services.


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Night and Day is a novel by Virginia Woolf first published on 20 October 1919. Set in Edwardian London, Night and Day contrasts the daily lives and romantic attachments of two acquaintances, Katharine Hilbery and Mary Datchet. The novel examines the relationships between love, marriage, happiness, and success.
Dialogue and descriptions of thought and actions are used in equal amount, unlike in Woolf's later book, To the Lighthouse. There are four major characters, Katharine Hilbery, Mary Datchet, Ralph Denham, and William Rodney. Night and Day deals with issues concerning women's suffrage, if love and marriage can coexist, and if marriage is necessary for happiness. Motifs throughout the book includes the stars and sky, the River Thames, and walks. Also, Woolf makes many references to the works of William Shakespeare, especially As You Like It. Wikipedia.
It was a Sunday evening in October, and in common with many other young ladies of her class, Katharine Hilbery was pouring out tea. Perhaps a fifth part of her mind was thus occupied, and the remaining parts leapt over the little barrier of day which interposed between Monday morning and this rather subdued moment, and played with the things one does voluntarily and normally in the daylight. But although she was silent, she was evidently mistress of a situation which was familiar enough to her, and inclined to let it take its way for the six hundredth time, perhaps, without bringing into play any of her unoccupied faculties. A single glance was enough to show that Mrs. Hilbery was so rich in the gifts which make tea-parties of elderly distinguished people successful, that she scarcely needed any help from her daughter, provided that the tiresome business of teacups and bread and butter was discharged for her.
Considering that the little party had been seated round the tea-table for less than twenty minutes, the animation observable on their faces, and the amount of sound they were producing collectively, were very creditable to the hostess. It suddenly came into Katharine's mind that if some one opened the door at this moment he would think that they were enjoying themselves; he would think,
What an extremely nice house to come into! and instinctively she laughed, and said something to increase the noise, for the credit of the house presumably, since she herself had not been feeling exhilarated. At the very same moment, rather to her amusement, the door was flung open, and a young man entered the room. Katharine, as she shook hands with him, asked him, in her own mind,
Now, do you think we're enjoying ourselves enormously?...
Mr. Denham, mother, she said aloud, for she saw that her mother had forgotten his name.
That fact was perceptible to Mr. Denham also, and increased the awkwardness which inevitably attends the entrance of a stranger into a room full of people much at their ease, and all launched upon sentences. At the same time, it seemed to Mr. Denham as if a thousand softly padded doors had closed between him and the street outside. A fine mist, the etherealized essence of the fog, hung visibly in the wide and rather empty space of the drawing-room, all silver where the candles were grouped on the tea-table, and ruddy again in the firelight. With the omnibuses and cabs still running in his head, and his body still tingling with his quick walk along the streets and in and out of traffic and foot-passengers, this drawing-room seemed very remote and still; and the faces of the elderly people were mellowed, at some distance from each other, and had a bloom on them owing to the fact that the air in the drawing-room was thickened by blue grains of mist. Mr. Denham had come in as Mr. Fortescue, the eminent novelist, reached the middle of a very long sentence. He kept this suspended while the newcomer sat down, and Mrs. Hilbery deftly joined the severed parts by leaning towards him and remarking:
Now, what would you do if you were married to an engineer, and had to live in Manchester, Mr. Denham?
Surely she could learn Persian, broke in a thin, elderly gentleman.
Is there no retired schoolmaster or man of letters in Manchester with whom she could read Persian?
A cousin of ours has married and gone to live in Manchester, Katharine explained. Mr. Denham muttered something, which was indeed all that was required of him, and the novelist went on where he had left off. Privately, Mr. Denham cursed himself very sharply for having exchanged the freedom of the street for this sophisticated drawing-room, where, among other disagreeables, he certainly would not appear at his best. He glanced round him, and saw that, save for Katharine, they were all over forty, the only consolation being that Mr. Fortescue was a considerable celebrity, so that to-morrow one might be glad to have met him.
Have you ever been to Manchester? he asked Katharine.
Never, she replied.
Why do you object to it, then?
Katharine stirred her tea, and seemed to speculate, so Denham thought, upon the duty of filling somebody else's cup, but she was really wondering how she was going to keep this strange young man in harmony with the rest. She observed that he was compressing his teacup, so that there was danger lest the thin china might cave inwards. She could see that he was nervous; one would expect a bony young man with his face slightly reddened by the wind, and his hair not altogether smooth, to be nervous in such a party. Further, he probably disliked this kind of thing, and had come out of curiosity, or because her father had invited him—anyhow, he would not be easily combined with the rest.
I should think there would be no one to talk to in Manchester, she replied at random. Mr. Fortescue had been observing her for a moment or two, as novelists are inclined to observe, and at this remark he smiled, and made it the text for a little further speculation.
In spite of a slight tendency to exaggeration, Katharine decidedly hits the mark, he said, and lying back in his chair, with his opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the ceiling, and the tips of his fingers pressed together, he depicted, first the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then the scrubby little house in which the girl would live, and then the professors and the miserable young students devoted to the more strenuous works of our younger dramatists, who would visit her, and how her appearance would change by degrees, and how she would fly to London, and how Katharine would have to lead her about, as one leads an eager dog on a chain, past rows of clamorous butchers' shops, poor dear creature.
Oh, Mr. Fortescue, exclaimed Mrs. Hilbery, as he finished,
I had just written to say how I envied her! I was thinking of the big gardens and the dear old ladies in mittens, who read nothing but the Spectator,
and snuff the candles. Have they ALL disappeared? I told her she would find the nice things of London without the horrid streets that depress one so.
There is the University, said the thin gentleman, who had previously insisted upon the existence of people knowing Persian.
I know there are moors there, because I read about them in a book the other day, said Katharine.
I am grieved and amazed at the ignorance of my family, Mr. Hilbery remarked. He was an elderly man, with a pair of oval, hazel eyes which were rather bright for his time of life, and relieved the heaviness of his face. He played constantly with a little green stone attached to his watch-chain, thus displaying long and very sensitive fingers, and had a habit of moving his head hither and thither very quickly without altering the position of his large and rather corpulent body, so that he seemed to be providing himself incessantly with food for amusement and reflection with the least possible expenditure of energy. One might suppose that he had passed the time of life when his ambitions were personal, or that he had gratified them as far as he was likely to do, and now employed his considerable acuteness rather to observe and reflect than to attain any result.
Katharine, so Denham decided, while Mr. Fortescue built up another rounded structure of words, had a likeness to each of her parents, but these elements were rather oddly blended. She had the quick, impulsive movements of her mother, the lips parting often to speak, and closing again; and the dark oval eyes of her father brimming with light upon a basis of sadness, or, since she was too young to have acquired a sorrowful point of view, one might say that the basis was not sadness so much as a spirit given to contemplation and self-control. Judging by her hair, her coloring, and the shape of her features, she was striking, if not actually beautiful. Decision and composure stamped her, a combination of qualities that produced a very marked character, and one that was not calculated to put a young man, who scarcely knew her, at his ease. For the rest, she was tall; her dress was of some quiet color, with old yellow-tinted lace for ornament, to which the spark of an ancient jewel gave its one red gleam. Denham noticed that, although silent, she kept sufficient control of the situation to answer immediately her mother appealed to her for help, and yet it was obvious to him that she attended only with the surface skin of her mind. It struck him that her position at the tea-table, among all these elderly people, was not without its difficulties, and he checked his inclination to find her, or her attitude, generally antipathetic to him. The talk had passed over Manchester, after dealing with it very generously.
Would it be the Battle of Trafalgar or the Spanish Armada, Katharine? her mother demanded.
Trafalgar, mother.
Trafalgar, of course! How stupid of me! Another cup of tea, with a thin slice of lemon in it, and then, dear Mr. Fortescue, please explain my absurd little puzzle. One can't help believing gentlemen with Roman noses, even if one meets them in omnibuses.
Mr. Hilbery here interposed so far as Denham was concerned, and talked a great deal of sense about the solicitors' profession, and the changes which he had seen in his lifetime. Indeed, Denham properly fell to his lot, owing to the fact that an article by Denham upon some legal matter, published by Mr. Hilbery in his Review, had brought them acquainted. But when a moment later Mrs. Sutton Bailey was announced, he turned to her, and Mr. Denham found himself sitting silent, rejecting possible things to say, beside Katharine, who was silent too. Being much about the same age and both under thirty, they were prohibited from the use of a great many convenient phrases which launch conversation into smooth waters. They were further silenced by Katharine's rather malicious determination not to help this young man, in whose upright and resolute bearing she detected something hostile to her surroundings, by any of the usual feminine amenities. They therefore sat silent, Denham controlling his desire to say something abrupt and explosive, which should shock her into life. But Mrs. Hilbery was immediately sensitive to any silence in the drawing-room, as of a dumb note in a sonorous scale, and leaning across the table she observed, in the curiously tentative detached manner which always gave her phrases the likeness of butterflies flaunting from one sunny spot to another,
D'you know, Mr. Denham, you remind me so much of dear Mr. Ruskin.... Is it his tie, Katharine, or his hair, or the way he sits in his chair? Do tell me, Mr. Denham, are you an admirer of Ruskin? Some one, the other day, said to me, 'Oh, no, we don't read Ruskin, Mrs. Hilbery.' What DO you read, I wonder?—for you can't spend all your time going up in aeroplanes and burrowing into the bowels of the earth.
She looked benevolently at Denham, who said nothing articulate, and then at Katharine, who smiled but said nothing either, upon which Mrs. Hilbery seemed possessed by a brilliant idea, and exclaimed:
I'm sure Mr. Denham would like to see our things, Katharine. I'm sure he's not like that dreadful young man, Mr. Ponting, who told me that he considered it our duty to live exclusively in the present. After all, what IS the present? Half of it's the past, and the better half, too, I should say, she added, turning to Mr. Fortescue.
Denham rose, half meaning to go, and thinking that he had seen all that there was to see, but Katharine rose at the same moment, and saying,
Perhaps you would like to see the pictures, led the way across the drawing-room to a smaller room opening out of it.
The smaller room was something like a chapel in a cathedral, or a grotto in a cave, for the booming sound of the traffic in the distance suggested the soft surge of waters, and the oval mirrors, with their silver surface, were like deep pools trembling beneath starlight. But the comparison to a religious temple of some kind was the more apt of the two, for the little room was crowded with relics.
As Katharine touched different spots, lights sprang here and there, and revealed a square mass of red-and-gold books, and then a long skirt in blue-and-white paint lustrous behind glass, and then a mahogany writing-table, with its orderly equipment, and, finally, a picture above the table, to which special illumination was accorded. When Katharine had touched these last lights, she stood back, as much as to say,
There! Denham found himself looked down upon by the eyes of the great poet, Richard Alardyce, and suffered a little shock which would have led him, had he been wearing a hat, to remove it. The eyes looked at him out of the mellow pinks and yellows of the paint with divine friendliness, which embraced him, and passed on to contemplate the entire world. The paint had so faded that very little but the beautiful large eyes were left, dark in the surrounding dimness.
Katharine waited as though for him to receive a full impression, and then she said:
This is his writing-table. He used this pen, and she lifted a quill pen and laid it down again. The writing-table was splashed with old ink, and the pen disheveled in service. There lay the gigantic gold-rimmed spectacles, ready to his hand, and beneath the table was a pair of large, worn slippers, one of which Katharine picked up, remarking:
I think my grandfather must have been at least twice as large as any one is nowadays. This, she went on, as if she knew what she had to say by heart,
is the original manuscript of the 'Ode to Winter.' The early poems are far less corrected than the later. Would you like to look at it?
While Mr. Denham examined the manuscript, she glanced up at her grandfather, and, for the thousandth time, fell into a pleasant dreamy state in which she seemed to be the companion of those giant men, of their own lineage, at any rate, and the insignificant present moment was put to shame. That magnificent ghostly head on the canvas, surely, never beheld all the trivialities of a Sunday afternoon, and it did not seem to matter what she and this young man said to each other, for they were only small people.
This is a copy of the first edition of the poems, she continued, without considering the fact that Mr. Denham was still occupied with the manuscript,
which contains several poems that have not been reprinted, as well as corrections. She paused for a minute, and then went on, as if these spaces had all been calculated.
That lady in blue is my great-grandmother, by Millington. Here is my uncle's walking-stick—he was Sir Richard Warburton, you know, and rode with Havelock to the Relief of Lucknow. And then, let me see—oh, that's the original Alardyce, 1697, the founder of the family fortunes, with his wife. Some one gave us this bowl the other day because it has their crest and initials. We think it must have been given them to celebrate their silver wedding-day.
Here she stopped for a moment, wondering why it was that Mr. Denham said nothing. Her feeling that he was antagonistic to her, which had lapsed while she thought of her family possessions, returned so keenly that she stopped in the middle of her catalog and looked at him. Her mother, wishing to connect him reputably with the great dead, had compared him with Mr. Ruskin; and the comparison was in Katharine's mind, and led her to be more critical of the young man than was fair, for a young man paying a call in a tail-coat is in a different element altogether from a head seized at its climax of expressiveness, gazing immutably from behind a sheet of glass, which was all that remained to her of Mr. Ruskin. He had a singular face—a face built for swiftness and decision rather than for massive contemplation; the forehead broad, the nose long and formidable, the lips clean-shaven and at once dogged and sensitive, the cheeks lean, with a deeply running tide of red blood in them. His eyes, expressive now of the usual masculine impersonality and authority, might reveal more subtle emotions under favorable circumstances, for they were large, and of a clear, brown color; they seemed unexpectedly to hesitate and speculate; but Katharine only looked at him to wonder whether his face would not have come nearer the standard of her dead heroes if it had been adorned with side-whiskers. In his spare build and thin, though healthy, cheeks, she saw tokens of an angular and acrid soul. His voice, she noticed, had a slight vibrating or creaking sound in it, as he laid down the manuscript and said:
You must be very proud of your family, Miss Hilbery.
Yes, I am, Katharine answered, and she added,
Do you think there's anything wrong in that?
Wrong? How should it be wrong? It must be a bore, though, showing your things to visitors, he added reflectively.
Not if the visitors like them.
Isn't it difficult to live up to your ancestors? he proceeded.
I dare say I shouldn't try to write poetry, Katharine replied.
No. And that's what I should hate. I couldn't bear my grandfather to cut me out. And, after all, Denham went on, glancing round him satirically, as Katharine thought,
it's not your grandfather only. You're cut out all the way round. I suppose you come of one of the most distinguished families in England. There are the Warburtons and the Mannings—and you're related to the Otways, aren't you? I read it all in some magazine, he added.
The Otways are my cousins, Katharine replied.
Well, said Denham, in a final tone of voice, as if his argument were proved.
Well, said Katharine,
I don't see that you've proved anything.
Denham smiled, in a peculiarly provoking way. He was amused and gratified to find that he had the power to annoy his oblivious, supercilious hostess, if he could not impress her; though he would have preferred to impress her.
He sat silent, holding the precious little book of poems unopened in his hands, and Katharine watched him, the melancholy or contemplative expression deepening in her eyes as her annoyance faded. She appeared to be considering many things. She had forgotten her duties.
Well, said Denham again, suddenly opening the little book of poems, as though he had said all that he meant to say or could, with propriety, say. He turned over the pages with great decision, as if he were judging the book in its entirety, the printing and paper and binding, as well as the poetry, and then, having satisfied himself of its good or bad quality, he placed it on the writing-table, and examined the malacca cane with the gold knob which had belonged to the soldier.
But aren't you proud of your family? Katharine demanded.
No, said Denham.
We've never done anything to be proud of—unless you count paying one's bills a matter for pride.
That sounds rather dull, Katharine remarked.
You would think us horribly dull, Denham agreed.
Yes, I might find you dull, but I don't think I should find you ridiculous, Katharine added, as if Denham had actually brought that charge against her family.
No—because we're not in the least ridiculous. We're a respectable middle-class family, living at Highgate.
We don't live at Highgate, but we're middle class too, I suppose.
Denham merely smiled, and replacing the malacca cane on the rack, he drew a sword from its ornamental sheath.
That belonged to Clive, so we say, said Katharine, taking up her duties as hostess again automatically.
Is it a lie? Denham inquired.
It's a family tradition. I don't know that we can prove it.
You see, we don't have traditions in our family, said Denham.
You sound very dull, Katharine remarked, for the second time.
Merely middle class, Denham replied.
You pay your bills, and you speak the truth. I don't see why you should despise us.
Mr. Denham carefully sheathed the sword which the Hilberys said belonged to Clive.
I shouldn't like to be you; that's all I said, he replied, as if he were saying what he thought as accurately as he could.
No, but one never would like to be any one else.
I should. I should like to be lots of other people.
Then why not us? Katharine asked.
Denham looked at her as she sat in her grandfather's arm-chair, drawing her great-uncle's malacca cane smoothly through her fingers, while her background was made up equally of lustrous blue-and-white paint, and crimson books with gilt lines on them. The vitality and composure of her attitude, as of a bright-plumed bird poised easily before further flights, roused him to show her the limitations of her lot. So soon, so easily, would he be forgotten.
You'll never know anything at first hand, he began, almost savagely.
It's all been done for you. You'll never know the pleasure of buying things after saving up for them, or reading books for the first time, or making discoveries.
Go on, Katharine observed, as he paused, suddenly doubtful, when he heard his voice proclaiming aloud these facts, whether there was any truth in them.
Of course, I don't know how you spend your time, he continued, a little stiffly,
but I suppose you have to show people round. You are writing a life of your grandfather, aren't you? And this kind of thing—he nodded towards the other room, where they could hear bursts of cultivated laughter—
must take up a lot of time.
She looked at him expectantly, as if between them they were decorating a small figure of herself, and she saw him hesitating in the disposition of some bow or sash.
You've got it very nearly right, she said,
but I only help my mother. I don't write myself.
Do you do anything yourself? he demanded.
What do you mean? she asked.
I don't leave the house at ten and come back at six.
I don't mean that.
Mr. Denham had recovered his self-control; he spoke with a quietness which made Katharine rather anxious that he should explain himself, but at the same time she wished to annoy him, to waft him away from her on some light current of ridicule or satire, as she was wont to do with these intermittent young men of her father's.
Nobody ever does do anything worth doing nowadays, she remarked.
You see—she tapped the volume of her grandfather's poems—
we don't even print as well as they did, and as for poets or painters or novelists—there are none; so, at any rate, I'm not singular.
No, we haven't any great men, Denham replied.
I'm very glad that we haven't. I hate great men. The worship of greatness in the nineteenth century seems to me to explain the worthlessness of that generation.
Katharine opened her lips and drew in her breath, as if to reply with equal vigor, when the shutting of a door in the next room withdrew her attention, and they both became conscious that the voices, which had been rising and falling round the tea-table, had fallen silent; the light, even, seemed to have sunk lower. A moment later Mrs. Hilbery appeared in the doorway of the ante-room. She stood looking at them with a smile of expectancy on her face, as if a scene from the drama of the younger generation were being played for her benefit. She was a remarkable-looking woman, well advanced in the sixties, but owing to the lightness of her frame and the brightness of her eyes she seemed to have been wafted over the surface of the years without taking much harm in the passage. Her face was shrunken and aquiline, but any hint of sharpness was dispelled by the large blue eyes, at once sagacious and innocent, which seemed to regard the world with an enormous desire that it should behave itself nobly, and an entire confidence that it could do so, if it would only take the pains.
Certain lines on the broad forehead and about the lips might be taken to suggest that she had known moments of some difficulty and perplexity in the course of her career, but these had not destroyed her trustfulness, and she was clearly still prepared to give every one any number of fresh chances and the whole system the benefit of the doubt. She wore a great resemblance to her father, and suggested, as he did, the fresh airs and open spaces of a younger world.
Well, she said,
how do you like our things, Mr. Denham?
Mr. Denham rose, put his book down, opened his mouth, but said nothing, as Katharine observed, with some amusement.
Mrs. Hilbery handled the book he had laid down.
There are some books that LIVE, she mused.
They are young with us, and they grow old with us. Are you fond of poetry, Mr. Denham? But what an absurd question to ask! The truth is, dear Mr. Fortescue has almost tired me out. He is so eloquent and so witty, so searching and so profound that, after half an hour or so, I feel inclined to turn out all the lights. But perhaps he'd be more wonderful than ever in the dark. What d'you think, Katharine? Shall we give a little party in complete darkness? There'd have to be bright rooms for the bores....
Here Mr. Denham held out his hand.
But we've any number of things to show you! Mrs. Hilbery exclaimed, taking no notice of it.
Books, pictures, china, manuscripts, and the very chair that Mary Queen of Scots sat in when she heard of Darnley's murder. I must lie down for a little, and Katharine must change her dress (though she's wearing a very pretty one), but if you don't mind being left alone, supper will be at eight. I dare say you'll write a poem of your own while you're waiting. Ah, how I love the firelight! Doesn't our room look charming?
She stepped back and bade them contemplate the empty drawing-room, with its rich, irregular lights, as the flames leapt and wavered.
Dear things! she exclaimed.
Dear chairs and tables! How like old friends they are—faithful, silent friends. Which reminds me, Katharine, little Mr. Anning is coming to-night, and Tite Street, and Cadogan Square.... Do remember to get that drawing of your great-uncle glazed. Aunt Millicent remarked it last time she was here, and I know how it would hurt me to see MY father in a broken glass.
It was like tearing through a maze of diamond-glittering spiders' webs to say good-bye and escape, for at each movement Mrs. Hilbery remembered something further about the villainies of picture-framers or the delights of poetry, and at one time it seemed to the young man that he would be hypnotized into doing what she pretended to want him to do, for he could not suppose that she attached any value whatever to his presence. Katharine, however, made an opportunity for him to leave, and for that he was grateful to her, as one young person is grateful for the understanding of another.
The young man shut the door with a sharper slam than any visitor had used that afternoon, and walked up the street at a great pace, cutting the air with his walking-stick. He was glad to find himself outside that drawing-room, breathing raw fog, and in contact with unpolished people who only wanted their share of the pavement allowed them. He thought that if he had had Mr. or Mrs. or Miss Hilbery out here he would have made them, somehow, feel his superiority, for he was chafed by the memory of halting awkward sentences which had failed to give even the young woman with the sad, but inwardly ironical eyes a hint of his force. He tried to recall the actual words of his little outburst, and unconsciously supplemented them by so many words of greater expressiveness that the irritation of his failure was somewhat assuaged. Sudden stabs of the unmitigated truth assailed him now and then, for he was not inclined by nature to take a rosy view of his conduct, but what with the beat of his foot upon the pavement, and the glimpse which half-drawn curtains offered him of kitchens, dining-rooms, and drawing-rooms, illustrating with mute power different scenes from different lives, his own experience lost its sharpness.
His own experience underwent a curious change. His speed slackened, his head sank a little towards his breast, and the lamplight shone now and again upon a face grown strangely tranquil. His thought was so absorbing that when it became necessary to verify the name of a street, he looked at it for a time before he read it; when he came to a crossing, he seemed to have to reassure himself by two or three taps, such as a blind man gives, upon the curb; and, reaching the Underground station, he blinked in the bright circle of light, glanced at his watch, decided that he might still indulge himself in darkness, and walked straight on.
And yet the thought was the thought with which he had started. He was still thinking about the people in the house which he had left; but instead of remembering, with whatever accuracy he could, their looks and sayings, he had consciously taken leave of the literal truth. A turn of the street, a firelit room, something monumental in the procession of the lamp-posts, who shall say what accident of light or shape had suddenly changed the prospect within his mind, and led him to murmur aloud:
She'll do.... Yes, Katharine Hilbery'll do.... I'll take Katharine Hilbery.
As soon as he had said this, his pace slackened, his head fell, his eyes became fixed. The desire to justify himself, which had been so urgent, ceased to torment him, and, as if released from constraint, so that they worked without friction or bidding, his faculties leapt forward and fixed, as a matter of course, upon the form of Katharine Hilbery. It was marvellous how much they found to feed upon, considering the destructive nature of Denham's criticism in her presence. The charm, which he had tried to disown, when under the effect of it, the beauty, the character, the aloofness, which he had been determined not to feel, now possessed him wholly; and when, as happened by the nature of things, he had exhausted his memory, he went on with his imagination. He was conscious of what he was about, for in thus dwelling upon Miss Hilbery's qualities, he showed a kind of method, as if he required this vision of her for a particular purpose. He increased her height, he darkened her hair; but physically there was not much to change in her. His most daring liberty was taken with her mind, which, for reasons of his own, he desired to be exalted and infallible, and of such independence that it was only in the case of Ralph Denham that it swerved from its high, swift flight, but where he was concerned, though fastidious at first, she finally swooped from her eminence to crown him with her approval. These delicious details, however, were to be worked out in all their ramifications at his leisure; the main point was that Katharine Hilbery would do; she would do for weeks, perhaps for months. In taking her he had provided himself with something the lack of which had left a bare place in his mind for a considerable time. He gave a sigh of satisfaction; his consciousness of his actual position somewhere in the neighborhood of Knightsbridge returned to him, and he was soon speeding in the train towards Highgate.
Although thus supported by the knowledge of his new possession of considerable value, he was not proof against the familiar thoughts which the suburban streets and the damp shrubs growing in front gardens and the absurd names painted in white upon the gates of those gardens suggested to him. His walk was uphill, and his mind dwelt gloomily upon the house which he approached, where he would find six or seven brothers and sisters, a widowed mother, and, probably, some aunt or uncle sitting down to an unpleasant meal under a very bright light. Should he put in force the threat which, two weeks ago, some such gathering had wrung from him—the terrible threat that if visitors came on Sunday he should dine alone in his room? A glance in the direction of Miss Hilbery determined him to make his stand this very night, and accordingly, having let himself in, having verified the presence of Uncle Joseph by means of a bowler hat and a very large umbrella, he gave his orders to the maid, and went upstairs to his room.
He went up a great many flights of stairs, and he noticed, as he had very seldom noticed, how the carpet became steadily shabbier, until it ceased altogether, how the walls were discolored, sometimes by cascades of damp, and sometimes by the outlines of picture-frames since removed, how the paper flapped loose at the corners, and a great flake of plaster had fallen from the ceiling. The room itself was a cheerless one to return to at this inauspicious hour. A flattened sofa would, later in the evening, become a bed; one of the tables concealed a washing apparatus; his clothes and boots were disagreeably mixed with books which bore the gilt of college arms; and, for decoration, there hung upon the wall photographs of bridges and cathedrals and large, unprepossessing groups of insufficiently clothed young men, sitting in rows one above another upon stone steps. There was a look of meanness and shabbiness in the furniture and curtains, and nowhere any sign of luxury or even of a cultivated taste, unless the cheap classics in the book-case were a sign of an effort in that direction. The only object that threw any light upon the character of the room's owner was a large perch, placed in the window to catch the air and sun, upon which a tame and, apparently, decrepit rook hopped dryly from side to side. The bird, encouraged by a scratch behind the ear, settled upon Denham's shoulder. He lit his gas-fire and settled down in gloomy patience to await his dinner. After sitting thus for some minutes a small girl popped her head in to say,
Mother says, aren't you coming down, Ralph? Uncle Joseph—
They're to bring my dinner up here, said Ralph, peremptorily; whereupon she vanished, leaving the door ajar in her haste to be gone. After Denham had waited some minutes, in the course of which neither he nor the rook took their eyes off the fire, he muttered a curse, ran downstairs, intercepted the parlor-maid, and cut himself a slice of bread and cold meat. As he did so, the dining-room door sprang open, a voice exclaimed
Ralph! but Ralph paid no attention to the voice, and made off upstairs with his plate. He set it down in a chair opposite him, and ate with a ferocity that was due partly to anger and partly to hunger. His mother, then, was determined not to respect his wishes; he was a person of no importance in his own family; he was sent for and treated as a child. He reflected, with a growing sense of injury, that almost every one of his actions since opening the door of his room had been won from the grasp of the family system. By rights, he should have been sitting downstairs in the drawing-room describing his afternoon's adventures, or listening to the afternoon's adventures of other people; the room itself, the gas-fire, the arm-chair—all had been fought for; the wretched bird, with half its feathers out and one leg lamed by a cat, had been rescued under protest; but what his family most resented, he reflected, was his wish for privacy. To dine alone, or to sit alone after dinner, was flat rebellion, to be fought with every weapon of underhand stealth or of open appeal. Which did he dislike most—deception or tears? But, at any rate, they could not rob him of his thoughts; they could not make him say where he had been or whom he had seen. That was his own affair; that, indeed, was a step entirely in the right direction, and, lighting his pipe, and cutting up the remains of his meal for the benefit of the rook, Ralph calmed his rather excessive irritation and settled down to think over his prospects.
This particular afternoon was a step in the right direction, because it was part of his plan to get to know people beyond the family circuit, just as it was part of his plan to learn German this autumn, and to review legal books for Mr. Hilbery's
Critical Review. He had always made plans since he was a small boy; for poverty, and the fact that he was the eldest son of a large family, had given him the habit of thinking of spring and summer, autumn and winter, as so many stages in a prolonged campaign. Although he was still under thirty, this forecasting habit had marked two semicircular lines above his eyebrows, which threatened, at this moment, to crease into their wonted shapes. But instead of settling down to think, he rose, took a small piece of cardboard marked in large letters with the word OUT, and hung it upon the handle of his door. This done, he sharpened a pencil, lit a reading-lamp and opened his book. But still he hesitated to take his seat. He scratched the rook, he walked to the window; he parted the curtains, and looked down upon the city which lay, hazily luminous, beneath him. He looked across the vapors in the direction of Chelsea; looked fixedly for a moment, and then returned to his chair. But the whole thickness of some learned counsel's treatise upon Torts did not screen him satisfactorily. Through the pages he saw a drawing-room, very empty and spacious; he heard low voices, he saw women's figures, he could even smell the scent of the cedar log which flamed in the grate. His mind relaxed its tension, and seemed to be giving out now what it had taken in unconsciously at the time. He could remember Mr. Fortescue's exact words, and the rolling emphasis with which he delivered them, and he began to repeat what Mr. Fortescue had said, in Mr. Fortescue's own manner, about Manchester. His mind then began to wander about the house, and he wondered whether there were other rooms like the drawing-room, and he thought, inconsequently, how beautiful the bathroom must be, and how leisurely it was—the life of these well-kept people, who were, no doubt, still sitting in the same room, only they had changed their clothes, and little Mr. Anning was there, and the aunt who would mind if the glass of her father's picture was broken. Miss Hilbery had changed her dress (
although she's wearing such a pretty one, he heard her mother say), and she was talking to Mr. Anning, who was well over forty, and bald into the bargain, about books. How peaceful and spacious it was; and the peace possessed him so completely that his muscles slackened, his book drooped from his hand, and he forgot that the hour of work was wasting minute by minute.
He was roused by a creak upon the stair. With a guilty start he composed himself, frowned and looked intently at the fifty-sixth page of his volume. A step paused outside his door, and he knew that the person, whoever it might be, was considering the placard, and debating whether to honor its decree or not. Certainly, policy advised him to sit still in autocratic silence, for no custom can take root in a family unless every breach of it is punished severely for the first six months or so. But Ralph was conscious of a distinct wish to be interrupted, and his disappointment was perceptible when he heard the creaking sound rather farther down the stairs, as if his visitor had decided to withdraw. He rose, opened the door with unnecessary abruptness, and waited on the landing. The person stopped simultaneously half a flight downstairs.
Ralph? said a voice, inquiringly.
I was coming up, but I saw your notice.
Well, come along in, then. He concealed his desire beneath a tone as grudging as he could make it.
Joan came in, but she was careful to show, by standing upright with one hand upon the mantelpiece, that she was only there for a definite purpose, which discharged, she would go.
She was older than Ralph by some three or four years. Her face was round but worn, and expressed that tolerant but anxious good humor which is the special attribute of elder sisters in large families. Her pleasant brown eyes resembled Ralph's, save in expression, for whereas he seemed to look straightly and keenly at one object, she appeared to be in the habit of considering everything from many different points of view. This made her appear his elder by more years than existed in fact between them. Her gaze rested for a moment or two upon the rook. She then said, without any preface:
It's about Charles and Uncle John's offer.... Mother's been talking to me. She says she can't afford to pay for him after this term. She says she'll have to ask for an overdraft as it is.
That's simply not true, said Ralph.
No. I thought not. But she won't believe me when I say it.
Ralph, as if he could foresee the length of this familiar argument, drew up a chair for his sister and sat down himself.
I'm not interrupting? she inquired.
Ralph shook his head, and for a time they sat silent. The lines curved themselves in semicircles above their eyes.
She doesn't understand that one's got to take risks, he observed, finally.
I believe mother would take risks if she knew that Charles was the sort of boy to profit by it.
He's got brains, hasn't he? said Ralph. His tone had taken on that shade of pugnacity which suggested to his sister that some personal grievance drove him to take the line he did. She wondered what it might be, but at once recalled her mind, and assented.
In some ways he's fearfully backward, though, compared with what you were at his age. And he's difficult at home, too. He makes Molly slave for him.
Ralph made a sound which belittled this particular argument. It was plain to Joan that she had struck one of her brother's perverse moods, and he was going to oppose whatever his mother said. He called her
she, which was a proof of it. She sighed involuntarily, and the sigh annoyed Ralph, and he exclaimed with irritation:
It's pretty hard lines to stick a boy into an office at seventeen!
Nobody WANTS to stick him into an office, she said.
She, too, was becoming annoyed. She had spent the whole of the afternoon discussing wearisome details of education and expense with her mother, and she had come to her brother for help, encouraged, rather irrationally, to expect help by the fact that he had been out somewhere, she didn't know and didn't mean to ask where, all the afternoon.
Ralph was fond of his sister, and her irritation made him think how unfair it was that all these burdens should be laid on her shoulders.
The truth is, he observed gloomily,
that I ought to have accepted Uncle John's offer. I should have been making six hundred a year by this time.
I don't think that for a moment, Joan replied quickly, repenting of her annoyance.
The question, to my mind, is, whether we couldn't cut down our expenses in some way.
A smaller house?
Fewer servants, perhaps.
Neither brother nor sister spoke with much conviction, and after reflecting for a moment what these proposed reforms in a strictly economical household meant, Ralph announced very decidedly:
It's out of the question.
It was out of the question that she should put any more household work upon herself. No, the hardship must fall on him, for he was determined that his family should have as many chances of distinguishing themselves as other families had—as the Hilberys had, for example. He believed secretly and rather defiantly, for it was a fact not capable of proof, that there was something very remarkable about his family.
If mother won't run risks—
You really can't expect her to sell out again.
She ought to look upon it as an investment; but if she won't, we must find some other way, that's all.
A threat was contained in this sentence, and Joan knew, without asking, what the threat was. In the course of his professional life, which now extended over six or seven years, Ralph had saved, perhaps, three or four hundred pounds. Considering the sacrifices he had made in order to put by this sum it always amazed Joan to find that he used it to gamble with, buying shares and selling them again, increasing it sometimes, sometimes diminishing it, and always running the risk of losing every penny of it in a day's disaster. But although she wondered, she could not help loving him the better for his odd combination of Spartan self-control and what appeared to her romantic and childish folly. Ralph interested her more than any one else in the world, and she often broke off in the middle of one of these economic discussions, in spite of their gravity, to consider some fresh aspect of his character.
I think you'd be foolish to risk your money on poor old Charles, she observed.
Fond as I am of him, he doesn't seem to me exactly brilliant.... Besides, why should you be sacrificed?
My dear Joan, Ralph exclaimed, stretching himself out with a gesture of impatience,
don't you see that we've all got to be sacrificed? What's the use of denying it? What's the use of struggling against it? So it always has been, so it always will be. We've got no money and we never shall have any money. We shall just turn round in the mill every day of our lives until we drop and die, worn out, as most people do, when one comes to think of it.
Joan looked at him, opened her lips as if to speak, and closed them again. Then she said, very tentatively:
Aren't you happy, Ralph?
No. Are you? Perhaps I'm as happy as most people, though. God knows whether I'm happy or not. What is happiness?
He glanced with half a smile, in spite of his gloomy irritation, at his sister. She looked, as usual, as if she were weighing one thing with another, and balancing them together before she made up her mind.
Happiness, she remarked at length enigmatically, rather as if she were sampling the word, and then she paused. She paused for a considerable space, as if she were considering happiness in all its bearings.
Hilda was here to-day, she suddenly resumed, as if they had never mentioned happiness.
She brought Bobbie—he's a fine boy now. Ralph observed, with an amusement that had a tinge of irony in it, that she was now going to sidle away quickly from this dangerous approach to intimacy on to topics of general and family interest. Nevertheless, he reflected, she was the only one of his family with whom he found it possible to discuss happiness, although he might very well have discussed happiness with Miss Hilbery at their first meeting. He looked critically at Joan, and wished that she did not look so provincial or suburban in her high green dress with the faded trimming, so patient, and almost resigned. He began to wish to tell her about the Hilberys in order to abuse them, for in the miniature battle which so often rages between two quickly following impressions of life, the life of the Hilberys was getting the better of the life of the Denhams in his mind, and he wanted to assure himself that there was some quality in which Joan infinitely surpassed Miss Hilbery. He should have felt that his own sister was more original, and had greater vitality than Miss Hilbery had; but his main impression of Katharine now was of a person of great vitality and composure; and at the moment he could not perceive what poor dear Joan had gained from the fact that she was the granddaughter of a man who kept a shop, and herself earned her own living. The infinite dreariness and sordidness of their life oppressed him in spite of his fundamental belief that, as a family, they were somehow remarkable.
Shall you talk to mother? Joan inquired. "Because, you see, the thing's got to be settled, one way or another. Charles must write to Uncle John if he's going


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The fifth-seeded Bulldogs topped sixth-seeded Lake Superior State by a 4-1 count on the final day of league tournament action. Overall, FSU won two of its three contests at the GLIAC Tourney in Midland.
In Sunday's win over the Lakers, the Bulldogs picked up the lone doubles point by taking the second and third flights in the lineup.
Ferris State then came back in singles action to claim the four, five and six positions to secure the win.
Overall, Ferris State finished the fall season with a 6-6 overall mark under interim head coach Mark Doren. The Bulldogs avenged an earlier 5-2 setback to Lake Superior State during the regular-season with Sunday's win. In addition, FSU's first-round loss to eventual champion Wayne State came on Friday by a 4-2 score, which was the closest match the Warriors had in the conference tournament as they won both their semifinal and championship matches 4-0.
This weekend, the Bulldogs also had two players named to the All-GLIAC Team with senior Nika Hein (Nittel, Germany) garnering first-team recognition from the league's head coaches and senior Nicole Meylor (Wauwatosa, Wis.) picking up honorable mention accolades.
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The battle between IBM and EMC is heating up, and as the case of one drugstore chain shows, the winner may actually be the customer.
IBM announced today that ShopKo Stores Inc., a chain of drugstores based in Green Bay, Wis., and a former EMC Corp. customer, had become the 2,000th customer for its SAN Volume Controller (SVC) virtualization product, with a large order that also included disk array and tape products. But while ShopKo cited some technical reasons for going with IBM's product over EMC's, the fact that IBM sweetened the deal with a "more than competitive discount" didn't hurt, either.
Ray Petersen, vice president of operations and technologies for ShopKo, declined to divulge the terms of the deal but said it had been offered by IBM "because it was a large deal, it was replacing a competitor, and it also occurred at the right time of the fiscal year from IBM's standpoint."
The company had also had some IBM disk in its environment and used Tivoli Storage Manager as its backup software, but "in terms of terabytes on the floor, we were a mainly EMC shop," Petersen said.
Initially, Petersen became interested in IBM's equipment because of the relative maturity of SVC, which has been on the market for three years. —Petersen said he watched it for two before deciding it was "ready for prime time." EMC's Invista virtualization product, meanwhile, shipped in Dec. 2005.
He also said he liked the way SVC would let him license certain storage services, like replication and snapshots, on a per terabyte basis rather than having to buy the service for an entire frame.
Petersen said ShopKo purchased a DS8100 and DS4800 array, and an IBM 3484 tape library with a high-availability option. ShopKo also bought Tivoli Productivity Center Version 3 management software, which will be installed this quarter. The disk arrays replaced the older disks in a pool of storage between his 250 production servers and tape library backup. He estimated the newer disks improved his backup about 60% -- from one hour for a particular application to around 14 minutes.
Still, Petersen said, it had been a struggle to get some in his shop to accept the SVC.
"We had a debate for quite a while of in-band vs. out-of-band virtualization," he said. "It's a religious war that continues today. But we haven't seen a performance impact from running the virtualization in-band."
He said now that it has been installed, most of his technicians have grown more comfortable with it. He added, "We move data around between classes of storage all day with no pain" -- a remark that's enough to make any EMC sales representative wince. Creating tiers or classes of storage are key EMC messages.
EMC and IBM: Two can play at this game
ShopKo will probably not be the last customer to benefit from new product and pricing wars emerging between the two industry titans. EMC has made no secret of the fact that it wants to be more like IBM, continually striving to be (and, more recently, boasting that it is) a software and services company. EMC said at its EMC World yearly conference last week that it now gets 54% of its revenues from those business units, rather than storage hardware. And the week before that, EMC launched a managed services unit.
For its part, IBM acknowledged that EMC was edging into its markets but more recently, has vowed to push back with the recent release of the Venom storage compression feature for its new DB2 launch this month. In a statement sent to press, IBM wrote that venom was specifically meant to "attack …a new target -- storage hardware competitor EMC."
The letter added that in general, "IBM's information management software business is going after EMC, which, due to its recent acquisition of software companies like Documentum, is increasingly competing against IBM in software, not just storage hardware."
"There is always that lever all companies can try to pull and that's to drop prices to the floor," said EMC's director of public relations Michael Gallant. "But from an overall business perspective, we've never actually been positioned better to compete broadly, not just with IBM but other companies as well."
IBM, at last count, still had multiple times the size and revenue stream of EMC. But there are signs EMC is growing; among them a recently revived plan to build a 2.2 million square-foot office and 445-acre research campus on the Southborough-Westborough border in Massachusetts, a plan EMC put on the back burner six years ago after its sales declined.


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Remove "Hard Disk Failure" virus (Virus Removal Instructions)
Hard Disk Failure: is it a scam?
We would like to attract your attention to another recent tech support scam – "Hard Disk Failure" virus. Despite its alarming behavior and outlook, you should not get terrified by this adware. Obviously, the only motive for creating such hoaxes is to lure out money from users. All similar scams often include a telephone number for contacting the supposed technician. However, the help of such person proves to be inefficient. In addition, it results in money and temper loss. Thus, you should remove Hard Disk Failure as soon as possible. Rest assured as its elimination is not so troublesome as the adware itself. Users, who do not regard this adware as potentially dangerous, should be aware of the fact that the longer the malware resides, the bigger the chances are that it may attract more damaging viruses into the system. For the safety of your operating system, make sure you opt for "Hard Disk Failure" removal.
System errors, Windows activation codes and similar system errors prove to be sufficient stress-inflicting material. No one enjoys experiencing such issues which require special treatment. In such awareness, hackers manipulate users into acting according to their specific scenario. Though in some cases, Hard Disk Failure happens to be the real error caused by the operating system, there are many more fakes ones. You can easily tell which notification is the original note by keeping in mind one simple tip. All alerts contain an indicated phone number. Thus, when you call it, you might be bombarded with suggestions to purchase questionable PC optimizers and registry repair tools. Rarely, they happen to serve as effective programs. However, the problem is that they the installed application might cause more Hard Disk Failure ads and similar alerts. Thus, you might waste money on futile programs which fail to provide a wanted solution. Make sure you get rid of this malware immediately. Reimage Reimage Cleaner will help you do that.
The transmission techniques of the malware
The question how this malware broke through the security is of interest as well. If you think that the adware possesses complex technical characteristics helping it to evade any detection, we would like to dispel such speculations. Hard Disk Failure hijack took place at the time of the installation of a new program. It is a common mistake to ignore the possibility that downloading programs from trusted websites exclude from possible cyber infections. Though Skype, Java or Adobe Flash Player happen to be legitimate tools, they often bear unwanted attachments. You can locate them if you opt for by selecting "Advanced" settings. After unmarking all unnecessary optional applications, initialize the installation guide.
Is there a way to remove this scam?
Luckily, the elimination of "Hard Disk Failure" virus does not cause any problems. You can choose either manual or automatic elimination. If you opt for the first one, exercise attention and cautiousness when completing each step. If you miss any essential detail, the probability to get infected by this malware remains. What is more, the virus might have spread its files across the registry, so locating them requires time and patience. If this method is not attractive, choose automatic Hard Disk Failure removal. The anti-spyware program will take care of the threat within a couple of minutes. It will remove Hard Disk Failure and all its related files without bigger efforts. Remember that the essential factor of the effectively functioning program is updating it frequently.
You may remove virus damage with a help of Reimage Reimage Cleaner . SpyHunter 5Combo Cleaner and Malwarebytes are recommended to detect potentially unwanted programs and viruses with all their files and registry entries that are related to them.
To remove "Hard Disk Failure" virus, follow these steps:
Erase "Hard Disk Failure" from Windows systems
- Click Start → Control Panel → Programs and Features (if you are Windows XP user, click on Add/Remove Programs).
- If you are Windows 10 / Windows 8 user, then right-click in the lower left corner of the screen. Once Quick Access Menu shows up, select Control Panel and Uninstall a Program.
Uninstall "Hard Disk Failure" and related programs
Here, look for "Hard Disk Failure" or any other recently installed suspicious programs.
- Uninstall them and click OK to save these changes.
Eliminate "Hard Disk Failure" from Mac OS X system
- If you are using OS X, click Go button at the top left of the screen and select Applications.
- Wait until you see Applications folder and look for "Hard Disk Failure" or any other suspicious programs on it. Now right click on every of such entries and select Move to Trash.
Get rid of "Hard Disk Failure" from Internet Explorer (IE)
Remove dangerous add-ons
Open Internet Explorer, click on the Gear icon (IE menu) on the top right corner of the browser and choose Manage Add-ons.
- You will see a Manage Add-ons window. Here, look for "Hard Disk Failure" and other suspicious plugins. Disable these entries by clicking Disable:
Change your homepage if it was altered by virus:
Click on the gear icon (menu) on the top right corner of the browser and select Internet Options. Stay in General tab.
- Here, remove malicious URL and enter preferable domain name. Click Apply to save changes.
Reset Internet Explorer
Click on the gear icon (menu) again and select Internet options. Go to Advanced tab.
- Here, select Reset.
- When in the new window, check Delete personal settings and select Reset again to complete "Hard Disk Failure" removal.
Delete "Hard Disk Failure" virus from Microsoft Edge
Reset Microsoft Edge settings (Method 1):
- Launch Microsoft Edge app and click More (three dots at the top right corner of the screen).
- Click Settings to open more options.
- Once Settings window shows up, click Choose what to clear button under Clear browsing data option.
- Here, select all what you want to remove and click Clear.
- Now you should right-click on the Start button (Windows logo). Here, select Task Manager.
- When in Processes tab, search for Microsoft Edge.
- Right-click on it and choose Go to details option. If can't see Go to details option, click More details and repeat previous steps.
- When Details tab shows up, find every entry with Microsoft Edge name in it. Right click on each of them and select End Task to end these entries.
Resetting Microsoft Edge browser (Method 2):
If Method 1 failed to help you, you need to use an advanced Edge reset method.
- Note: you need to backup your data before using this method.
- Find this folder on your computer:
- Select every entry which is saved on it and right click with your mouse. Then Delete option.
- Click the Start button (Windows logo) and type in window power in Search my stuff line.
- Right-click the Windows PowerShell entry and choose Run as administrator.
- Once Administrator: Windows PowerShell window shows up, paste this command line after PS C:\WINDOWS\system32> and press Enter:
Get-AppXPackage -AllUsers -Name Microsoft.MicrosoftEdge | Foreach {Add-AppxPackage -DisableDevelopmentMode -Register $($_.InstallLocation)\AppXManifest.xml -Verbose}
Once these steps are finished, "Hard Disk Failure" should be removed from your Microsoft Edge browser.
Uninstall "Hard Disk Failure" from Mozilla Firefox (FF)
Remove dangerous extensions
Open Mozilla Firefox, click on the menu icon (top right corner) and select Add-ons → Extensions.
- Here, select "Hard Disk Failure" and other questionable plugins. Click Remove to delete these entries.
Reset Mozilla Firefox
Click on the Firefox menu on the top left and click on the question mark. Here, choose Troubleshooting Information.
- Now you will see Reset Firefox to its default state message with Reset Firefox button. Click this button for several times and complete "Hard Disk Failure" removal.
Remove "Hard Disk Failure" from Google Chrome
Delete malicious plugins
Open Google Chrome, click on the menu icon (top right corner) and select Tools → Extensions.
- Here, select "Hard Disk Failure" and other malicious plugins and select trash icon to delete these entries.
- Click on menu icon again and choose Settings → Manage Search engines under the Search section.
- When in Search Engines..., remove malicious search sites. You should leave only Google or your preferred domain name.
Reset Google Chrome
Click on menu icon on the top right of your Google Chrome and select Settings.
- Scroll down to the end of the page and click on Reset browser settings.
- Click Reset to confirm this action and complete "Hard Disk Failure" removal.
Erase "Hard Disk Failure" from Safari
Remove dangerous extensions
Open Safari web browser and click on Safari in menu at the top left of the screen. Once you do this, select Preferences.
- Here, select Extensions and look for "Hard Disk Failure" or other suspicious entries. Click on the Uninstall button to get rid each of them.
Reset Safari
Open Safari browser and click on Safari in menu section at the top left of the screen. Here, select Reset Safari....
- Now you will see a detailed dialog window filled with reset options. All of those options are usually checked, but you can specify which of them you want to reset. Click the Reset button to complete "Hard Disk Failure" removal process.
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August 29th, 2016 at 2:12 am
I recently encountered "Warning: virus .vrbat deleted". Called the number but they offered me to buy some fishy program so I realized that it was purely a scam.
August 29th, 2016 at 2:12 am
Cancelling this message did not work for me.
August 29th, 2016 at 2:13 am
Visiting IT websites proves to be an effective habit. You can find quite a lot of interesting pieces of information on cyber security.
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