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A Figure from the Common Lot
Book One: 1870-1871
Chapter One: Cette Illusion de la Mortalité
Section i. Battlefront
Section ii. Imprisoned
Section iii. Passage
Section iv. Paris
Book Two: 1876
Chapter Two: Possente Spirto
Section i. Jerome
Section ii. The House of Everard
Gone Before
Fraught with mystery.
He woke with these words in his mind, uncertain where they had come from. His face and chest were damp, the quilt wrapped too close, pushed under his nose so that he smelled its mustiness…also an unpleasant human taint.
He had been in the almshouse. Particularly when he was ill and unclean, Honoré's last dream before waking was this one; the face, he did not know why, that of the Pinkerton man who'd sent him to Colorado (Littlejohn in reality kind enough). He was seized by the arm and shaken to his feet, thrown into a room with walls of ice, given no cover and permitted no rest…by his feebleness confined to the place where he lay. In that place one did not wait for the bedpan, because no one would have brought it.
It seemed he'd been tended with greater humanity by those who asked nothing for their service; and that those who stood to be punished for poor work, punished in turn the ones whose suffering showed them indifferent to their duties—as often they had been. He had not known better than to speak to the inspector.
He had forgotten his resolve.
He must not doze off again, to find he'd spent the night in Richard Everard's bed. Struggling against the quilt's folds, Honoré struggled also against the pillows and the mattress, finally he pushed himself upright and touched bare toes to the floor. His eyes saw blackness; the door was closed, but in a moment he made out a soft yellow light coming from beneath, and through its cracked panels.
He heard Ebrach's voice. He heard Richard's, and one other he did not know. The conversation sounded civil, unfriendly to a degree, but in no way ritualistic. They could not, he thought, have begun. Unless Ebrach's manner of conducting a séance proved, in the execution, a disappointing sham. But Honoré, remembering the trunks, and Ebrach's talk of oil lamps, could not believe the mental science had nothing of theatre about it.
He was famished. Free of cover, he noticed now the air steeped in the smell of onions, chicken fat, coffee. His day had been miserable. The family had eaten their supper, fed Ebrach his…but left the unwanted companion alone in the dark.
Honoré's eyes filled. He shuffled, cautious, expecting to find his shoes by tripping over them; instead, he stubbed his toe on the bedpost, fell backwards…then, supporting himself against the foot-rail, stood again, steadied his balance, and shuffled onwards, hands held out to feel among the pegs on the wall. The mirror dimly reflected the parlor's light. The light was not strong enough for Honoré to distinguish whether any of these garments was his. But…he now recalled, he had given his coat to Ebrach. And with his coat, his pocketbook―his money, and his letters. He had, in effect, to ask Ebrach's permission, if he wished to return to Cookesville.
Continued from "return to Cookesville"
One of these letters he knew by heart. (Some of its phrases, it was true, he knew only by heart, and had not quite got their meaning.) He reviewed Tweedloe's intelligence, red-faced in the unlighted room, but with no reason to suppose Ebrach would gain ground from learning another of his secrets―Ebrach was beyond his reach already. Yet Honoré felt a small storm within, a feeling he could not name, a torsion…something proud, and desolate, and angry, when he thought of Ebrach's, or anyone's, knowing what Anne had done to him.
He ran his hands through the clothing on the pegs, and could not find even his waistcoat. He had knocked something down, some heavy overshirt that hit the floor with a crunch, giving off a whiff of wood smoke. He did not like being an offensive guest to the Everards, but he was lightheaded, unequal to stooping, unable to lift and rehang this. Must he cloak himself in the quilt, so that he might sit mortified at the Everards' table, barefoot, disheveled, and with some part of him—he sniffed―odorous with vomit?
However, he had no choice. He would, though with chagrin, accept this natural consequence of Ebrach's friendship. He found the knob, twisted it; at once, footsteps approached. Someone rapped at the door's other side. Honoré backed into the shadows.
"Mr. Gremot, have you left your bed? May I render you any assistance, sir?"
Ebrach nudged open the door, the gap filling with light, and with his clean white collar, neat tie, and spotless waistcoat. He pushed his face through. It was a healthy face, washed free of grime, topped by a peak of oiled hair…and, to Honoré's wonder, Ebrach had shaved. Was this spirit meeting such an occasion for respect? Did the dead take umbrage so readily? The lanterns from the parlor marked out a growing portion of the bedroom, throwing Honoré into a wedge of comparative brightness, stinging his eyes. Ebrach slipped inside, and closed the door behind him; gradually the light narrowed to a beam.
"Verbena has taken your shirt to boil; she has put your waistcoat and trousers on the clothesline to gather the night's dew. When they have dried in the sun, she will brush them for you. That is how she tells me she manages woolens." Ebrach thrust out his left hand and patted two of the pegs, finding on the third what he wanted―a sort of field hand's blouse, a shirt of the kind pulled over the head and fastened with a short placket.
"This will do. Verbena has laid out Mr. Everard's trousers on the foot of the bed. I suppose you hadn't noticed."
"Ah, Mr. Ebrach, how do I know…?"
He had been ready to snap at Ebrach, over this faint criticism…how do I know what people do when I'm asleep? They enjoy their supper, no doubt. But Ebrach, in his helpfulness, was too brisk for recrimination. Able, it seemed, to see in the dark, he'd got the trousers, and stood holding these before him, sizing up the scope of the task.
"You had better sit down. Do you need my help with the shirt?"
Honoré rubbed a hand over his face, as he stepped into the 'stead's living quarters, and having taken his eye off Ebrach, cast an anxious glance over his shoulder, to find the guardian of his welfare a step behind. Ebrach, as though this start had been a further symptom of illness, took Honoré by the elbow.
The cabin was not so different from the cottage of the Paquettes. The Everards also had arranged life to their convenience in the room where most of it was lived, so that each article of furniture―the washstand under the window, the mirror on the wall next to the chimneypiece, the lantern hanging from a hook above…an armchair, angled with its back to the table, a cupboard that filled the wall separating parlor from bedroom, a trunk next to a side door (another, of Ebrach's, placed before this), a printed battlefield scene tacked above, a second row of pegs below, the dining table, taking most of the wall to Honoré's right―commanded its foot or two of negotiable floor space. An iron stove sat inside the hearth, and he saw, on its flat top, a tin coffee pot and a loaf pan. The pan held a fourth remaining of what appeared a yellow cake. Honoré, at these articles, stared with naked longing.
The least dissipation of heat was perceptible, in this stifling air. Every door and window stood open. But facing the stove sat an elderly man, who sagged against the armchair's back, knees buckled above the hearthrug, lower chest and lap covered by a blanket. The old man's head lolled over his shoulder; he was deeply unconscious…and the room was not so large that his whisky reek had not crossed to the bedroom threshold. This, to Honoré, was somewhat consoling.
He would be the husband, the drunkard, whose return had worried Ebrach. Lank grey hair fell across the old man's chin, weaving itself into his beard, and his arm that rested against the blanket was exposed to the elbow, its forearm fleshless, no more than stringy sinew attached to bone.
Honoré swayed to his right, and Ebrach laid a second steadying hand on his shoulder. For the moment, he let this go. When he'd walked into the parlor, Verbena had twisted round from the table, whispering to herself some word. Pressure stretched diagonal folds across the cloth as she levered her body up, while side by side the Everard sons, one with his back against the wall, legs sprawled, arms crooked behind his head, the other bent over his plate, working a knife into a plug of tobacco, watched from their bench opposite…not their mother's struggles, but the actions of Jerome and Ebrach.
To be fair, Honoré allowed Verbena might refuse her sons, had they offered help. They were near to his own age, adult men living under the roof of their mother and father. He felt afraid to lift his eyes full in their direction, but thought he'd heard a snort or a sputter, a message shared with their enemies, about a shared joke; and that their otherwise rigid silence was an arduous act of suppression. Disgust escaped their faces blatantly enough. What they held back must be the urge to inflict harm. And one of them, seeing Honoré so dressed, must feel his grievance acutely.
He ducked Ebrach's hold, and gave his arm to Verbena. She had rocked herself, by this time, onto her feet; Honoré, drawing her into an embrace, expected her murmurs to resolve into naming him a poor thing. But unspeaking, she tilted her head back and gazed into his eyes, her own filled with a sort of awe, into which he could read no meaning.
Her hair was caught under a rust-stained cloth embroidered with purple flowers, binding tight thin strands against her scalp. He saw this, as he glanced over Verbena's head, and saw, on the face of the lean, dark Everard son, an expression of livid rage, disbelieving indignation. That could not be helped. Verbena had suffered, as Honoré had; in this respect, they knew each other intimately. He felt that he might whisper a word to her in French, and she would recognize his need.
"Madame," he said, "do you have, in this house…"
"The privy," she told him, "is out the back way."
"I will escort you, sir. Here are your shoes. I will go hang the lantern while you put them on." Ebrach pointed and Honoré noticed then his shoes placed, with the socks folded into them, beside the front door. A pair of work boots, separating at the soles from their nails, sat next to them, the row of toes and heels aligned by some exacting hand.
A backyard closet was nothing daunting. That had been the way of things at Honoré's early home in Huy. And he wanted a private talk with Ebrach.
The evening air, tempered by the storm, folded around him with the comfort of a warm bath. Some night-blooming flower, influenced by a force unknown―for the wind had died―issued an intense perfume. From a pine above their heads, a owl's descending call repeated, a quavering series of tripping notes…less eerie to Honoré than nostalgic. All about the lantern Ebach had hung on its hook by the privy door, a cloud of translucent tiny insects circled, and Honoré, as he pushed the door closed, looked upwards. He watched, for a moment transfixed, as a bat seemed to fall from the sky, disappear into darkness, and fall once more.
He had thought of three questions for Ebrach. The first was simple.
"You have not, Mr. Ebrach, done your work already, and now you prepare to leave?" He hinted, also, at his third question, but in his mind, he saw the radiance of Verbena Everard's eyes.
"Jerome," Ebrach began; and, catching himself, said, "pardon me…"
Honoré cut him short. "Please do, monsieur, call me Jerome. That is the name on my American papers. You will understand." He looked into Ebrach's face, and saw Ebrach smile down at him. "I may also, for all I know, embarrass these relatives, and I do not wish to. You understand that as well."
"Jerome." Ebrach continued smiling. "I have sat down to supper with the Everards, and that is all. But Richard and Lawrence have shared with me certain of their concerns. Can you guess what troubles them?" This, of Ebrach's, anticipated Honoré's second question…was it safe for him to remain in this house?
"There is one who dislikes me, because I am a Gremot, and he, as I suppose, dislikes my relatives; or, because I am here at all, and I cannot help that―I did not expect to be." Honoré looked at Ebrach again.
"Richard, the elder brother…" These words had come slowly, and here Ebrach tailed into silence. He seemed to muse on some private knowledge. He had reminded himself of something. He reached up and unhooked the lantern, lifting it above his head. His right hand thus engaged, he stepped behind Honoré, and with his left, touched him on the shoulder, resting his fingers against a knob of bone.
"Look there. Do you see how they have added a sort of sleeping porch, that can be got to only from the outside?" He raised the lantern higher, and swung it, causing a circle of light to swell over three rough steps and a door, then the whole of a flat-roofed addition that jutted from the cabin's back wall. Honoré nodded to Ebrach; murmured then, for the lantern's light was dim, and Ebrach might not have known, "Yes, I see." It had been a puzzle to him…an anxiety, in point of fact…four in the house, with, tonight, two visitors―but only the one small bedroom.
"Verbena and Mr. Everard―you noticed that he had returned?―sleep here. But she has asked me to accept the use of this room for the night, and I must do so, for the offer was meant sincerely. Now, let me ask you, Jerome, do you feel much recovered? Are you faint?"
"I intend―" Honoré interrupted himself, and hesitated. He knew he'd lost this contest with Ebrach; he might, in any case, have been waging it alone. Richard, the elder brother, the one who'd given Ebrach pause, also was the one who had stared at Honoré with some emotion deeper than anger. He felt certain of it. He could not do without Ebrach as an ally.
"No, Mr. Ebrach." But, what had been the question? "Yes…"
He made a fresh start. "I am recovered, I am quite well. You know it, that this morning, I was entirely well. I would not faint―" Again, he made a digression, and to no purpose. He swallowed. "I intend to help you, as you say, to be your assistant. I have not eaten for many hours, monsieur."
This, to Honoré's dismay, made Ebrach laugh.
"I have taken that into consideration as well, and Verbena also knows. But, Jerome, you will need to share my room tonight. You will have done a great favor to Richard and Lawrence by vacating theirs."
"And tomorrow?" He supposed he had overheard his third answer. Perhaps the message Ziegler had carried to W. A. Gremot had been coldly received. Perhaps there was no answer.
"Tomorrow we have an invitation to luncheon. I ventured to accept only on my own behalf. I shall be delighted to send word in the morning to Mrs. Gremot that you will accompany me."
"The fire ain't hot no more."
She was contrite. Verbena, testing the coffee pot, cradled her two palms around its sides…and Honoré, momentarily anxious for her, was himself contrite. He trespassed grossly on her hospitality.
"If you have coffee, madame, I will drink it."
He had washed his face and hands at the pump. He had scratched the head of the yellow cat, and the yellow cat had followed him indoors. This unsettled house made Honoré ill at ease. He hunched over the china plate onto which Verbena had cut up half a cantaloupe, ladled a lukewarm chicken stew, crowded a hunk of cornbread (not cake…and a thing Honoré had never before tasted); also a slice of custard pie, somewhat adulterated by the pool of onions in white gravy with which the cornbread was soaked. Honoré ate in a rapid, self-conscious way, forking in great bites, leaving behind drips and crumbs on the cloth. He downed all of the cold coffee that remained in the pot.
He felt he'd crossed a border of some sort between the city of Cookesville and his relative's land; that the rule of democratic law might not obtain here. He was eager, thus—on the principle that a thing must start before it may end—to see the launch of Ebrach's science; to take his place and watch events from a sheltering envelope of darkness.
Yet events, at present, waited for Honoré.
Ebrach had opened his trunk. Seated at the table across from his assistant, he leafed through the book he'd carried back with him―a sort of journal, its pages filled with the writing of different hands. He had also brought out, like Bess of the almshouse, a small escritoire. This, he placed near Honoré's right elbow. Lifting the lid, as though inviting approval, he waited, and Honoré, his mouth overflowing with melon juice, looked up and met Ebrach's eyes. He dabbed an Everard brother's sleeve against his lips. He did not understand the unspoken question. But Ebrach now turned his attention to Verbena:
"Colonel Garfield, did you say?"
"I don't say nothin. He says." She looked, with sorrowful eyes, to the armchair and her sleeping husband. A crash from the brothers' room was followed by a curse that contracted her shoulders, and Verbena took Ebrach's lead uncertainly. As though deaf to the rumpus, he had gone about his preparations, while Richard and Lawrence advertised what they were about―the search of their own bureau drawers.
"My husband's paper, the one they don't put out no more, said Garfield gone into politics…an them Republicans wantin to bleed the south dry. I think it's cause he get his name in the paper, anyways. An sometime they said Middle Creek. Well, that's the place Micah was fightin. Richard didn't use to hold no one to blame, cept the war by itself. I don't know nothin about it." These last words Verbena whispered, chin hovering close over the table, back turned to the open bedroom door. Then, finding near the hand that supported her, Honoré's empty plate, she whispered, "Darlin, what else you want?"
"Madame, I thank you―" he began. It was foolishness. Each word of Richard and Lawrence's speculative conversation was distinctly audible; these ugly names, aimed at his ears and Ebrach's, were distressing to their mother.
"Madame…" he repeated, hoping to deflect her attention. She'd cried out, as though taken by alarm. Then half seated, Verbena rose again, casting a shame-faced glance at Ebrach, who gave no sign of noting her embarrassment, nor of having heard himself described by Lawrence. He turned a page, and did not lift his eyes from the journal.
"Madame, you have been good and kind to me, and I will help you. Tell me what I may do."
"I cain't do none a the washin up tonight, but I got to move these supper things over to the sideboard."
Honoré faced the wall, and could see, if he looked to his right, a low two-drawered table, that in part blocked a narrow cabinet. Verbena, her gait no hindrance, could negotiate this, sidle through a truncated space, pass the sideboard, slip an arm inside the cabinet…as nimbly as she negotiated the perimeter of the dining table, laying aside dishes one by one, efficient and almost noiseless. Under a sort of compulsion, she kept looking at the clock that hung on the wall. Honoré, following her gaze, looked too. She had made him aware of its ticking, but the light was not strong enough for Honoré to see the hour fixed upon its face.
"You related to them up there?"
He turned, surrendering a salt cellar. Verbena cleared the dishes with such a practiced hand, her supervention so quick—"No, darlin, let me"—that he had scarcely helped her at all. This Everard son was heavyset and round faced, no taller than Honoré; and stubbornly he fought a tendency to break the righteous steadiness of his gaze. He repeated, gesturing at the darkness outside the window: "Them, up there."
"I am, Mr. Everard." Honoré echoed the tense half-smile, expecting to hear again from Lawrence Richard's complaint―that if he were a Gremot, he had no business imposing his infirmity on the Everards.
"Then when you get up there to visit," Lawrence said, "you gon have yourself a story to tell."
Honoré had no answer. He knew what Lawrence hoped to imply…but did not know himself welcome among the Gremots; far less, then, was he likely to gossip with them.
"Mr. Jerome, the table has been cleared." Ebrach closed his book. "My trunk is not locked. You will please fetch the oil lamps, and place one at either end. Lawrence!"
He remained where he sat, only amplified his voice; and Lawrence, whose name lent itself to a ringing effect, bunched his upper body in a combative stance. "Will your brother Richard come out to speak?"
This summons could not have escaped Richard's hearing. He had withdrawn into an open room, and was separated from Ebach by a distance not much greater than his own height. But Lawrence, without taking his eyes from Honoré, backed a step to the bedroom door.
He rapped his knuckles against its frame.
"What's he want?" Richard said.
"Come out."
Verbena now tucked her wiping rag into her apron band and slipped along the cupboard, her skirts brushing Honoré as he knelt by Ebrach's trunk. She went to her husband's chair, taking only his fingertips in hers.
"Richard! I put away some supper for you."
The younger Richard, conceding as far as the bedroom threshold, stood and watched his parents…stared for a minute at his mother unable to wake his father. He then directed a nod, or a sideways shake of the head, at Lawrence, who moved closer to his brother's side. Such tacit exchanges Honoré had seen before. Skating almost, along the edge of the rug, cautious that he not stub his foot against an outcropping of furniture―thus to offer the excuse of having made a mess or a noise―Honoré came to the table, arms nearly overloaded. He felt that if Ebrach had not been there, and did not (as by force of personality he could) exert the restraint of authority, the brothers would have crowded him, thrust a boot in front of him, bumped his arm—seized, then, on this provocation of having been touched by Honoré, to beat and kick him. He removed himself from their reach as far as possible, sliding round the table, laying down his burden of lamps and oil can, after which he sat next to Ebrach.
Ebrach said, "Well done. I would have asked you to bring the can in any case. Do you know how to fill such a lamp?"
Continued from "fill such a lamp"
The oil's fragrance, though capped, could not be contained. Each step had made the can slosh and waft a scent that was like cedar wood combined with a musky attar of rose. The globes of the lamps were multifaceted cut crystal. The flames when lit would flicker, and their waxing glow refract a thousand times, magnified in luminosity against the night's blackness. Honoré could foresee this hypnotic effect; he did not want the responsibility of helping to stage it.
"You, Mr. Ebrach, will do best to fill them. Is there another thing that you need from me?"
"There is, in fact, a particular service. Mr. Jerome…"
"Why do you call him that?" Lawrence asked, and Ebrach ignored the question.
"Mr. Jerome, it is my practice to ask that my subject make of him or herself a vessel; that the mind be cleared, every thought and sound subsumed, to a concentrated vision of the face, the very cadence of the longed-for voice. The subject thus fully attuned, the loved one must feel emboldened to answer our call, for the way is alight with mental energy. I say that the message will flow, Jerome…by this channel, it will flow, in a passage as natural and unimpeded as the mountain stream which follows the spring thaw."
Ebrach, to go with this thought, had unleashed something—as his little speech climbed its mountain—of his banked incantatory heat. He paused. And Honoré, having assumed the role of magician's assistant, felt called upon to offer an affirmation equally evocative.
"The subject," he said, looking only at Ebrach, as though they alone conversed, "is taken by the hand. She writes, but this is the spirit expressing so much that it has endured in its loneliness…"
Ebrach's eyes widened slightly, but he spoke without the least irony.
"Yes, indeed, Jerome; however…our subject, our dear Verbena, does not write. Thus, we shall alter our plans somewhat."
Here, though, was irony―and Honoré felt it. He allowed himself only the smallest of smiles. "Then I am to be clerk of the spirit. I will write down these words that are spoken."
"I hope you will make yourself comfortable as you see fit, sir."
Ebrach, whose smile was also secretive, pushed the writing desk an inch or two towards the table's center, and squared it before what he must intend as Honoré's place; one not under the protection of his wing, as it were, but leaving Honoré with his back to the brothers, vulnerable. Ebrach turned to Lawrence and Richard.
"It was a Mrs. Keene who wrote to me," he told them, "on behalf of your mother. This is so, Verbena?"
Verbena abandoned her husband to his rest, and returned to the table with hands worrying at her apron band. "Ever'thin I asked, she done wrote for me. Miz Keene's a good soul, Mr. Ebrach."
He beamed upon her; beamed at Richard and Lawrence, inviting Verbena's sons to appreciate the benevolence which their mother's story was bound to awaken in a feeling heart. "And I report to you that Mrs. Keene transcribed faithfully all you had confided, adding, for my benefit, only this: that she felt you, of all women, deserving of this visitation…this exaltation, one might say; that, had it been within her power to remunerate me herself for my services, in love and charity, she would have done so."
Verbena, using her washrag, wiped at tears.
"Richard. Lawrence." Ebrach rose from his seat. Honoré saw the brothers' faces suffused with a mute frustration. Ebrach, as he spoke with their mother, had held them suspended over Mrs. Keene; only occasionally had he glanced up at them. He had been busy with the filling and trimming of his first lamp. He now carried his can of oil to the other end of the table.
"Jerome, did you find the matches?"
"That, Mr. Ebrach, I had not thought of."
Hastening to the sideboard, Verbena said, "Them is in the drawer, right here." She had pulled out a tin of matches, and offered them to Ebrach, before Honoré could do more than circle into the open from his safe corner. He had no reason now not to take his seat.
"Madam, you are kindness itself." Ebrach had in the meantime got the other lamp apart, and the hand with which he poured was so controlled he did not require a funnel. Continuing, as though his remarks to the Everard sons had been unbroken, he said:
"There is an armchair in your room, which I think I would prefer your mother to use during our communication. Either of you may bring it here and place it, if you will, at the head of the table. There, under the window."
Richard retreated into the bedroom.
Grunting, he emerged, shifting the chair one way and another, ratcheting it at last past the door frame, to find himself stalled by his brother's stolid figure. He let the chair thud to the rug.
"Lawrence, if you ain't no use, stand out of the way!"
"That bench," Lawrence said, "have to be moved, if we gon get this up to the window." He laid a hand on the bench's armrest, and with a rapid push-pull jolted Honoré, sending the pencil he'd been honing to a point clattering along with the small knife, back to the escritoire's interior. He quit bothering with the writing things. They would dislike him if he apologized for being in their way; they would dislike him if he offered to help them. He could think of nothing he might say that would not add evidence to the brothers' indictment against him; and so, supposing they would also find him arrogant, he said no word at all, but withdrew to stand beside their mother, while they wrestled the furniture.
"I," Ebrach began, and seeing that the brothers prolonged, with a maximum of noise, their shifting of the bench and placing of the chair, he spoke instead to his assistant: "Jerome, have you been trained in shorthand?"
"No. I apologize, monsieur. But I will make short notes as I am able."
"I merely ask. If any apology is owed, then I must apologize to you, sir. Yet it is not I who make these demands…will you be seated? You must make yourself ready, for we do not know when Micah Everard will visit this place."
At this mention of her son's name, Honoré heard Verbena catch her breath.
"Verbena." Ebrach ushered her round the table; helped her into the chair now at its head. By leaning across and extending an arm, he could do so from where he stood. Having thus placed his principles, Ebrach again addressed the brothers.
"Richard and Lawrence, I am a stranger to your household. I can know only those things which I observe. Yet I know of no house"―here he looked with purpose to the chair where the elder Richard slept―"where much is not concealed from the eyes of strangers. That is as it should be. I may be wrong to suppose that you greatly dishonor your mother; that you disrespect her devotion to your father and to your brother's memory; that you disregard her labors to put food on your table and keep your house for you. These things may not be, but may only appear to me in my ignorance so.
"But I will say to you that your mother, of the many hundreds I have met, on this side, and on the other side―for they on the other side, sirs, have their desires and their grievances, as do the living―seems to me a woman whom I would call good. I know of your mother's suffering, but I have not heard her complain. I have witnessed her generosity, yet I have not heard her thanked. Save," Ebrach raised a hand, "by my companion, Mr. Jerome, whom you unaccountably despise, as a stranger might guess you despise your own mother."
"Why don't you leave?" Lawrence, driven back by the floodtide of Ebrach's rhetoric, clutched at this last insult. But he'd missed Ebrach's point. Dropping her sodden rag to the table, Verbena lifted her face, and Ebrach, in the manner of one delivering a coup de grace, removed from his coatsleeve a fresh handkerchief of his own. Wordlessly, he offered it to her.
"Oh, Mr. Ebrach, no."
Ebrach squeezed her hand, pressing the handkerchief into it, and taking this, she dabbed at her eyes, while with her other hand, she held onto Ebrach's, imploring him: "You won't go. You brung him here with you. I take it as a sign. Oh, Mr. Ebrach."
"I will now light the lamps," Ebrach said. "Jerome, I must again ask you to prepare yourself. Richard, will you extinguish the lanterns?"
One lantern, the one Ebrach had used earlier, hung by the side door, the other sat atop the cupboard, throwing its light from a high place; still, the room fell mostly under shadow. Richard stooped, scooted out the cupboard's bottom drawer; boosting himself by this foothold, he snagged the lantern, reckless as he swung it low, and said: "Mr. Ebrach, you got all the help you need now?"
"The emotional tenor of the locus is of great importance," Ebrach answered, and Richard, baffled, made a half-articulate noise, somewhat of pain.
"Think if you will…"
Ebrach struck a match, lighting his first lamp and affixing the globe, as Richard snuffed the lantern's wick. The second lamp flared next, and the 'stead's parlor, as Honoré had envisioned, began to dance with a constellation of spectral light.
"…of what an egg is, when one cracks the shell. Consider the spirit, severed from the body, fluid, every pressure threatening the fragile membrane with disintegration. Bear in mind, Richard; and you, Lawrence, that our first visitor may arrive here at any time or from any point of the compass, for the realm whence his journey originates is one of eternal night, and he cannot determine where the path that draws him leads. It is the great yearning of your mother's heart, the purity of her love, and the bond that ties her to your brother Micah, that will find, capture, and hold his searching spirit. In the temple, discord has no place. If your heart holds no belief, you would do well to leave this room. We have only this one chance."
Verbena, sunk in the armchair, wrung at the handkerchief, and pressed it to her mouth.
"Well," Richard peered at Ebrach, straining his eyes through the flicker of lamplight. "I don't want anyone sayin it was my fault, if this fool business don't turn up right."
"You may believe that I will not say such a thing. We are beginning, Richard. You must choose."
Lawrence had chosen already. Through the open door they heard a loose plank from the front porch bump and come to rest. Richard stared after his brother―for a long hesitant moment, he stared―and the door was a black rectangle that took on none of the lamps' effects. But Richard's choice was to settle himself on the floor, next to his father's chair.
"Monsieur." Honoré made his voice a whisper. "I think I cannot see."
"Jerome, you will put on paper the words you hear. You do not understand your task. Were Verbena able to hold the pencil, she would transcribe as the spirit dictated. Automatic writing is not composition. You are acting as medium; you must attune yourself, as I have said. You must sense the chord to which Verbena tunes herself. You must try. This is a thing, I confess, that I have not attempted. But I feel that tonight they―the ancients―are very close to us. We will discover what is their desire."
Ebrach's confidence sounded glossed by a sort of elation, as though he believed in the experiment. And what do I write? Honoré wondered. Did Ebrach mean him to assist by inventing words?
Ebrach took Verbena's hand, and for a time, bowed his head.
"Ancients." The voice he used was hushed, though wonderfully resonant. "There are no enemies among us. The lamps are lit, to guide you to this place. There is here a heart open to receive such comforts as the long departed…" He ceased this preamble.
The silence became prolonged.
Honoré found himself doubly startled when Ebrach said: "Jerome, will you speak? She asks for you. Will you speak to her in your own language?"
Forced to this, he felt a spark of the outrage Ebrach had induced at the breakfast table. The thought of all he'd been wrung through in a single day made him want to crawl into bed. He did not know Ebrach's game. What do I say, then? Honoré asked himself. And in these words heard the echo of a distant memory.
Qu'est-ce vous dites, bien aimé?
Pourquoi parlez-vous bavardage?
Vous devez être fou pour venir ici.
Revenez à votre propre pays
It was August, and the day's heat lingered, even at this late hour. A ticking in the background could be heard, a barrage of whirrs and taps, moths that flew at and battered themselves against the lamps' glass.
Honoré saw a windmill. The vision belonged also to the summer. It had never been right. But, by the order of heaven, why should it not be that all seasons of memory are one? The windmill creaked, until it too began to whirr, soughing a language of music, answered in return by hidden birds, piping their calls in the field, nest to nest. All these things manifest, as the heavens and the earth rejoiced, the angel of the Lord appearing before shepherds keeping watch over their flock at night. The windmill, majestic, inscrutable and winged, rose above the Mehaigne where cattle, if not sheep, had been grazed.
This snatch of poetry he'd half-chanted had been a song of his grandmother's. She had told the story of the Noel, her arms cradled around Honoré and his sister Claudette. He remembered her lap. Riding so many hours ago, in Ziegler's wagon, he had recalled her voice; at the moment, he could not. It was Claudette's face he saw.
He had asked his sister why…why leave, if it makes you unhappy?
Honoré, you can do as you like, but I am shut up in these rooms all day. I will die here. She had been not quite sixteen…and he had not seen her from that time. He'd grown bored with answering her letters; he had not cared for her stories. She wrote about her husband's friends, as though of herself there were nothing to tell. And even this unrewarding news was borne by a greater tedium of semi-literacy…what word had she meant to use? What had she meant to say at all?
But for many years now, she had not written.
He saw her face, much like his own, and although at times since, he had been close to death; although in delirium he had seen extraordinary things, Claudette's face had remained until now shrouded, her tear-darkened, mournful eyes, forgotten.
She was dead. Of course she was, and had been all this time, while he'd pushed aside the idea of finding her again. He put away the pencil held in readiness should Verbena speak, and buried his face in his arms. He heard Ebrach's voice recite some pagan verse, to which Honoré could not listen, and could not stop himself hearing.
They have gone before
Alone sightless above the chasm
A fainting soul cowers here
And takes never a step more
Wakes at a dying breath unheard by Heaven
Still muted cries bestir the air
With an endless echo of despair
"Ma petite soeur," Honoré, raising his face, spoke to Claudette, and with the tail of his borrowed shirt wiped tears from his cheeks. "Tu me rends triste."
Verbena, he knew, had not ceased to weep during this spell-casting of Ebrach's. He thought his services were not needed. She would exhaust herself, and had not as yet said a word.
"Micah, I have twice heard a voice. Will you come closer? You have suffered terribly. Over empty earth you have kept your vigil, and feared that your loved ones had all gone. She cries, this one who guides you―you hear, through the divine continuum, an echo lucid as starlight; she cries, and you, with sense beyond sight, respond. Will you speak again?"
This was a kind of trance-speech, and Honoré felt himself mesmerized; not deluded by Ebrach, whom he supposed to have buffed his art to a high polish…but stunned, in a way, at his own response. Ebrach, having produced this tide of emotion, seemed impervious to it. His right hand cupped Verbena's left. Her face was awash in tears and mucous, her head slumped against the cushioned chair Ebrach had foreseen her need of, her strength spent as Honoré had predicted.
In pity and sympathy his own tears welled again. He wished for her to find relief in some fraudulent miracle, the engendering of which ought to be within Ebrach's power. Ebrach's head remained bowed, his eyes closed; he recited onwards, another supplication to the spirit of Micah Everard, in the same vein…but reached, as he did, across the table, and took the hand that Honoré stretched across to him. Now the three were linked.
"There shalt thou by the river, she who bears no water, seek the whirlwind and reap in bitterness…how can I myself alone bear your cumbrance? You ask, have they all gone to ashes? Charred iron barricades, a thousand carried away in liberality…mad rioters with torches swing from sign-posts…hunted dead under a white flag. An old man draws the blood of the poor, draws every raven after his kind. And the swine deceives the devil. You shall have no part nor inheritance. Amputated nerves and clammy feet, your head is broken and your bones are soft. A lunatic massacred by imps…"
Honoré stared. She had not lifted her head. She was not possessed; she had not spoken in a voice not her own. Yet, the language, so far as he knew, was not within Verbena's capacity. He felt chilled in the face of this transformation, his skepticism falling in contest against superstition. Ebrach had opened his eyes. Making no movement that might disrupt the flow of her speech, he straightened, and regarded Verbena with priestly calm.
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JUST as agencies will often bring out a sequel to a well-received ad or campaign, an organization devoted to promoting creative excellence in advertising is bringing out a sequel to a well-received documentary.
The One Club for Art and Copy, which produced the award-winning documentary "Art & Copy" in 2009, is returning with a documentary called "The Real Mad Men and Women of Madison Avenue."
In contrast to "Art & Copy," which looked at familiar campaigns like "Just do it" (Nike), "Got milk?" and "Where's the beef?" (Wendy's), the new documentary takes a broader tack, examining the industry in the last six decades, with a focus, as the title suggests, on agencies and executives in New York.
"The Real Mad Men and Women of Madison Avenue" begins with a look at the hard-sell tactics that dominated the ad landscape during the postwar years through the 1950s, as promulgated by executives like Rosser Reeves, then covers the so-called creative revolution of the 1960s, which is part of the plot of the AMC television series "Mad Men."
There are interviews with seminal figures from the '60s: Jerry Della Femina, Roy Eaton, Amil Gargano, Paula Green, Mary Wells Lawrence, George Lois, Jane Maas and Len Sirowitz. Among the subjects they discuss is the importance of influential agencies of the era like Doyle Dane Bernbach and Ogilvy & Mather, which created groundbreaking ads for brands that included Avis, Dove, Hathaway, Levy's, Schweppes and Volkswagen.
It is funny that the new documentary uses "Mad Men" as a jumping-off point. Although many of the creative executives of the '60s say they appreciate the attention the series has brought their careers, they are not, well, mad about it.
In separate phone interviews, Mr. Gargano dismissed "Mad Men" as a "melodrama" that "trivializes the process of ad-making," while Mr. Sirowitz and Ms. Green both labeled it a "soap opera."
Ms. Green, of Avis ad fame, went on to say, "Frankly, it isn't advertising as I knew it." Still, she added, she can see the value of tying the documentary to the series: "Hitching your wagon to a star like that is important in terms of a reality check."
The new documentary also explores the digital revolution since the turn of the last century, the effects of social media and trends like the rise of content marketing. Those subjects are discussed by senior executives at some of today's leading agencies, who include Gerry Graf of Barton F. Graf 9000, David Lubars of BBDO North America, Tham Khai Meng of Ogilvy & Mather Worldwide and David Sable of Y&R.
Mr. Lubars, in a phone interview, said he would agree that "Mad Men" is a soap opera.
"On the other hand, some things, they get it," he added, and there are "story arcs that are uncomfortably true."
Mr. Lubars, who is chairman and chief creative officer at BBDO North America, praised the One Club for "preserving and furthering the education of the public on the rich history of this industry and this city."
"You have to know what's done to know what can be done," he added. "You have to know the rules to break them."
"The Real Mad Men and Women of Madison Avenue" is co-produced by the One Club with a PBS television station in New York, WLIW, in association with WNET, the parent of WLIW and the other PBS television station in New York, WNET, called Thirteen to distinguish it from the parent.
There was already a connection between the One Club and PBS: the PBS series "Independent Lens," which is devoted to documentaries, bought rights to "Art & Copy" and broadcast it in 2010. That made "Art & Copy" eligible for consideration by the National Academy of Television Arts and Sciences, which gave it an Emmy Award in 2011 for outstanding arts and cultural programming.
"After we premiered 'Art & Copy' in 2009 at Sundance, Neal Shapiro came to me to chat about doing a documentary focusing on New York, yesterday and today, as the advertising hub," said Mary Warlick, chief executive at the One Club and one of two executive producers of "The Real Mad Men and Women of Madison Avenue." Her reference was to the president of WNET and Thirteen.
The other executive producer of the documentary, Mary Lockhart, an executive producer at WNET, said that after she researched the creative revolution of the '60s, she found, "There's another revolution going on," which warrants that description even if few people "would call it that" today.
"The Real Mad Men and Mad Women of Madison Avenue" is scheduled to make its debut at 7 p.m. and 11 p.m. on Sunday on WLIW, with an encore at 3 a.m. on July 10. It is also to be broadcast at 8 p.m. on Sunday and midnight on Monday on Thirteen, with an encore at 4:30 a.m. on Tuesday.
The documentary will also become available for viewing online, at thirteen.org/programs/real-mad-men. There are also plans for WNET to offer the documentary to other PBS stations.
Ms. Warlick said she was considering potential sequels to the sequel, documentaries that would chronicle the ad industry in other markets like Chicago and Detroit.
Detroit? Oops, there is another "Mad Men" connection, as anyone who recalls the plotline in the just-concluded Season 6 about the Chevrolet account would attest.

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Insider Insights with Lorraine Fetherman
Lorraine is a popular electrologist in my area, drawing clients from far and near. I was curious to hear her story and the secrets behind her busy and successful practice.
After our conversation, I truly understood why so many clients are attracted to her – Lorraine is extraordinarily empathetic and compassionate. She shared how it felt to be a teenager with facial hair, and why she feels privileged to be able to help others in her situation.
I would love to hear about your background. When did you become interested in electrolysis?
At first, I was a client. I started seeing some stray hairs on my face and tweezed all through high school. I thought I was some freak of nature and the only girl in the whole world who had hair growing on her face. I was embarrassed about it.
I didn't seek out electrolysis until I was in my late teens, and was able to drive appointments and afford it on my own. I found this really sweet, little old lady that charged almost nothing. She worked out of a little dark room behind her husband's barber shop. I went to this woman for almost five years. Unbeknownst to me, she was doing electrolysis completely wrong.
Then, unfortunately, her husband was ill. I came to her office one day and there was a sign on the door that said 'Closed Indefinitely'. I was forced to find another electrologist. When I asked around, I noticed that everyone was charging three times the amount that I had been paying until then. So I narrowed it down to someone who was closest to my job.
It was kind of funny; the first time she worked on me I accused her of doing it wrong. I said, "Why don't I see you pulling them out? Aren't you going to take the hairs out?" She explained to me, "I am taking the hairs out. They're just sliding out." I was shocked, "What do you mean? I went to somebody for five years, and I felt every single hair she took out."
She just put her hand on my shoulder and said, "You're not going to be coming to me for five years for these hairs. I'm going to get you cleaned up. You should never feel hairs being tweezed. You could do that yourself."
She was right. It took only eight months of coming very regularly. It was a completely different experience, and that's when I decided to become an electrologist. I was so excited that there was a real solution and that I can help other people.
I love what I do. I've been doing it for a long time, and I still love it. I get up every morning excited to go help people. I found my niche in life and it feels really good to be helping people feel better about themselves in our society.
Did you own a business right away, or did you first work for somebody else?
I went to school, graduated, passed my state boards, and became a certified electrologist. But even before I graduated, I already had a job lined up. While still in school, I went knocking on doors and found this little spa that was opening up in South Jersey. They hired me. I also found a place up in Howell, and they hired me because there was no electrologist in that establishment. But both jobs were part-time.
I started from ground zero and had no clients. I would have to drive an hour in each direction. I was spending a lot of money trying to build up my clientele and my reputation. I was also working in a department store as a manager.
In the meantime, one of my coworkers was a client at the electrologist that I went to for eight months. My coworker found out that she was looking to hire someone. So she told her, "One of my coworkers, Lorraine, just graduated."
She ended up hiring me. She told me, "I will give you as many clients as you want."
Eventually I weaned my way out of my regular full-time job and started doing electrolysis full-time. And then I was very, very, very fortunate. A year after working for her, she sold me her business. At the age of thirty I owned the business.
She left, and about a year later, I hired someone. I pretty much always had somebody working for me after I purchased that business.
How did you grow and maintain your large clientele?
I believe that my best advertisement is a happy client. My number one goal every day is to help people have better self-esteem. I want them to feel good about themselves. Then when my clients are happy, they want to help someone they know that needs it.
A lot of my clientele comes from referrals. I do offer my clients a small incentive - if they refer someone, they get a 25% discount towards their next visit.
There are also dermatologists and plastic surgeons that refer clients to me. I also refer people to them that I feel will be better served with laser. I try to be really fair and honest with my clients and recommend them the best options.
In the past I have spent lots of money on marketing that didn't bring one client in. But I learned from that. It's all trial and error. At this stage of the game, I mostly get my clients referrals.
I do have some advertising out there. I advertise in a women's magazine. I like it because it explains things in detail, answers a lot of questions, and saves people from calling to ask questions.
I also have a coupon online which has brought a lot of clients and has been very successful. It's on Groupon. This gives people the opportunity to try out my services and learn about it at a discounted rate. I've been on Groupon for years and it has been much more helpful for me than all the advertising I did which accomplished nothing.
Many business owners struggle to get steady clients. How do you ensure that your clients keep coming back?
I do a 15 minute consultation, at minimum, with new clients if they've never had electrolysis before. I explain to them in great detail the cycle of growth of hair. I tell them why they have to come on a regular basis, and why it's imperative that they do not tweeze, wax, or thread. That's really hard for a lot of people, because they are used to getting up every single day and tweezing their hair out.
From this conversation, they understand that it is going to be a process. I will need to treat each and every hair at least one time. If we stay on top of it and they come when there's a growth stage, then we will be most effective and have success.
It's a team effort. They know that they have to show up, and I am happy to help them. But it's a commitment, because they are going to be coming on a regular basis. And I try to do my very best to work with people to help them reach their goals in a realistic way.
Lorraine, you are an inspiration! There is so much to learn from your business strategies, as well as your wonderful qualities.
You're passionate about your craft, and even more passionate about helping others!
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Toh-Ten-Koh announced that they will be selling their Ueno restaurant building and land to Tokyo Tatemono for 8.914 billion Yen (88 million USD).
Toh-Ten-Koh are currently building a new store on an adjoining block of land they already own and will relocate once the building is complete in 2015. The new store will be on a smaller site of 2,000 sqm, but will be built to the latest earthquake-resistant codes. It is estimated to cost approximately 4.6 billion Yen. Construction began in October.
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Planned scholarships and research stays within the IAH outgoing mobility programs for scientists during 2019:
dr. sc. Josip Belamarić
Kunsthistoriches Institut (Max-Planck-Institut), Florence
Visiting Scholar
Duration: 1 March - 1 June 2019
Darka Bilić, PhD
Villa I Tatti, The Harvard University Center for Italian Renaissance Studies, Firenza
Berenson Fellow, "Lodging and Commerce in Early Modern Mediterranean in the Light of Cultural Exchange"
Duration: January – June 2018
Sandra Križić Roban, PhD
College Art Association, CAA Getty International Program 2018, Los Angeles, USA
Duration: February 2018
Matko Matija Marušić, mag. hist. art.
University of Cambridge
British Scholarship Trust
Mentor: Donal Cooper, PhD, University Lecturer in Italian Renaissance Art and a Fellow of Jesus College, University of Cambridge
Duration: 15 January – 15 March 2018
Josip Belamarić, PhD
Getty Research Institute, Los Angeles, USA
Getty Research Guest Scholar
Duration: 1 October 2017 – 1 April 2018
Josip Belamarić, PhD
The Attingham Study Programme: Palaces and Villas of Rome and Napels, Italija
Duration: September 2017
Petra Batelja, mag. hist. art.
Umetnostnozgodovinski inštitut Franceta Steleta pri Znanstvenoraziskovalnem centru Slovenske akademije znanosti in umetnosti, Ljubljana, Slovenija
Studijski istraživački boravak
Trajanje: 10. 5.–10. 6. 2017.
Petra Batelja, mag. hist. art.
Budapesti történeti múzeum (Budapest History Museum), Budimpešta, Mađarska
Stipendija Vlade Mađarske za kratki istraživački boravak doktoranda
Trajanje: 10. 9.–9. 10. 2017.
Darka Bilić, PhD
Villa I Tatti – The Harvard University Center for Italian Renaissance Studies, Italy
Ljiljana Kolešnik, PhD
Zero Foundation, Düsseldorf, Germany
Ana Šverko, PhD
University of Pennsylvania, research programme, USA
Darka Bilić, PhD
Institute of Asian and Oriental Studies, University of Zürich, Švicarska
University Research Priority Program (URPP) Asia and Europe
Duration: November 2016
Nikola Bojić, MA
Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), School of Architecture and Planning, USA
Program in Art, Culture and Technology
Duration: 1st September 2016 – 15th January 2017
Milan Pelc, PhD
Herzog August Bibliothek, Wolfenbüttel
Virtuelles Kupferstichkabinett, project collaboration
Duration: 1st till 30th April 2016
Joško Belamarić, PhD
Robert Lehman Visiting Professor
Villa I Tatti, The Harvard University Center for Italian Renaissance Studies, Firenza
Duration: 28th January till 1st June 2016
Matko Matija Marušić
Universita' degli Studi di Pisa
Dipartimento di Civilta' e Forme del sapere
Student exchange Erasmus+
Duration: winter semester, October 2015 till February 2016
Darka Bilić, PhD
Harvard University Cambridge, MA, USA
Aga Khan Program for Islamic Architecture
Duration: 1st February till 1st June 2016
Ana Šverko, PhD
Politehnico di Milano (February 2016)
British Museum, London / Bristol (July / August 2016)
Irena Kraševac, PhD
ZIKG München
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The Making of a European Economist
David Colander
Chapter 4: What Students Like and Dislike about Graduate Work in Economics
David Colander
Two further questions I asked students was what they liked and disliked about graduate school. The hope here was to see if any themes were emphasized, and to sample the general feeling of the students about their studies and the program. As with the other questions, the questions were open-ended by design to see what aspects students chose to mention. A few themes did show up. Specifically, the students ranked freedom to study what they wanted high on the list. The students also liked the quality of the teaching, and the entire process of graduate school—learning a set of tools that they believe will be useful in their careers and in finding answers to economic questions. The dislikes were, of course, there, but the lists of dislikes were well within the range of dislikes that I would expect to get from any large collection of students when I ask them about programs they were in. These "dislikes" often focused on bureaucratic problems at specific schools or on the lack of supervision by faculty. In general, I interpret the combination of likes and dislikes as a positive statement about the way economics is structured and done at these programs. They could do it better, but the students are calling for changes at the margin, not for wholesale changes. What do students like about graduate work in economics? ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● The flexibility to pursue my own academic interests in my own time. Being able to choose the items I want to study. In...
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text: Just like you can't expect even great products to sell themselves, you can't rely on your work to speak for itself. Good work usually doesn't speak for itself- you have to speak for your work. Communicating your ideas in a way that resonates with your audience (which implies you've thought about what will resonate with them in the first place) shows them that you understand what they care about. To put it another way, it shows that you "get it." Managers are more willing to take a chance on someone whom they think "gets it."


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Huffington Post: Roy Egan, Former O'Hare TSA Agent, Fired Over Repeated Anti-Muslim, Racist Facebook Remarks
A former O'Hare International Airport baggage screener employed with the Transportation Security Administration has been fired as a result of habitual anti-Muslim, anti-gay, racist comments posted publicly on his Facebook profile. Roy Egan had worked at the airport for nine years before he was suspended in October after TSA officials reportedly found Egan to be in violation of the agency's policies for employee conduct both on and off job, ABC Chicago reports.
The postings -- consisting of comments and graphic images alike -- on Egan's Facebook page are startling. In addition to anti-gay and anti-Muslim remarks, Egan allegedly posted racist comments about African Americans and Latinos.
"Does anything at all make you smile more than a Muslim burning by his own hateful hand?" Egan reportedly wrote in one post. He describes President Obama as "Muslim-in-chief" in another. He wrote that Attorney General Eric Holder should "die tasting your own blood," according to ABC.
Openly identifying himself as an employee of TSA, his profile included further comments from him stating: "FILTHY MUSLIM," Muslims "need to be exterminated," "BURN ISLAM" and "Islam, a cult that glorifies death," according to the Chicago Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR), which met with TSA leaders in Chicago to express their concern with the postings.
Though his Facebook page was reportedly locked from public viewing for sometime, it was back online as of Thursday. Egan writes that he was "targeted" by the original ABC story posted last month. He claimed that his comments have been "taken out of context" and wrote that his "personal life is in shambles" and that he had "spent a week in the Hospital." He also described difficulty finding an attorney "with the Guts to fight for the 1st Amendment."
Sharing a conservative blog's post with the headline "Rape epidemic of Norwegian girls direct result of Muslim immigration" early Thursday, Egan commented "...but Im [sic] the Bad Guy for telling you this!!!!"
Ahmed Rehab, CAIR-Chicago executive director commended the TSA for Egan's firing.
"We made it clear that Egan's discourse was as much an embarrassment to the agency and the values it stands for, as it was an affront against Muslims and other minorities," Rehab said in a statement. "By the end of the meeting, we felt convinced that the TSA leadership takes such violations of its code of conduct very seriously and that they genuinely set out to do their utmost to ensure that all constituents are treated with fairness and respect."


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Three weeks ago I posted that I'd had a spate of things breaking.Here's an update.
- The dentist sorted out my crown loose crown and it's been so comfortable that I'd forgotten all about it until I re-read the post from July.
- My new glasses are fine.
- I finally got my smartphone back yesterday morning. I was delighted, of course. I had trouble reconnecting it to the wi-fi, and I still hadn't sorted it out when I had to leave the house for the day. In the evening we rebooted the router and the wi-fi connection was fine, but the phone started resetting constantly. In other words, the exact same fault it had a month ago.
I'm not pleased. It's gone off for repairs again, presumably for another month, dammit.
On the other hand, I now have two weeks off tour guiding. I'm hoping there'll be lots of writing.


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2020 Audi A4 Coupe Engine
It is crucial of 2020 Audi A4 Coupe is this forthcoming body auto will in all probability be work with the 3 liter and V6 diesel engine. Using this engine this vehicle must be able to construct as drastically as 175 hp on the best of that. It might provide wonderful torque, and that forthcoming body car may additionally feature greater pace. The professionals stated that this car need to without doubt boost from two 100 km in 7.3 secs simply for the petrol use. It is going to get involved with a single of the most electricity rewarding autos. It is in fact supposed to take 4.8 liters to protect 100 km.
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Reading in the Psalms one day, I came across a verse that usually wouldn't get much of a notice. Psalm 40:13:
Be pleased, O Lord, to save me;
O Lord, come quickly to help me.
I wondered how God would exhibit being "pleased." Would He laugh or chuckle to Himself like an earthly father planning a special treat for his son or daughter? Would He smile and just enjoy thinking about how wonderful His servant would feel when delivered from the trouble he or she carries?
This thought encouraged me to look up other scriptures about the pleasure God feels with us. Jesus said to His disciples in Luke 12:32:
Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom.
And in 1 Corinthians 1:21, the Apostle Paul states that:
God was pleased through the foolishness of what was preached to save those who believe.
It appears that God takes pleasure in showing His ability to take the "little," the "foolish" and the impossible for His glory and the blessing of His people. So I went back to the verse that first caught my attention. Psalm 40 was written by David and expresses the pain, dire circumstances, and absolute ruin he faced. He was at the end of his rope. He had no hope but God. How wonderful to hear his prayer for God to come quickly, but also to "be pleased" (to have fun doing so!)
It increases my faith to remember that God takes pleasure in helping His people, no matter how insignificant, how ridiculously undone they are. What joy to know He takes pleasure in our relief and loves to see how we acknowledge His hand in our rescue.


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The Florida Project (Sean Baker, 2017), an indie feature film set on the fringes of Disney World in Florida, documents the life of the working poor and unemployed – single mums, carers, the self-medicating and misfits –who get by, pay check-to-pay check, living in a constellation of down at heel hotels on the scrappy outskirts of the town.
Six-year-old Moonee (the incredible Brooklynn Prince) and her mum Haley (Bria Vinate) rent a hotel room crammed with their possessions, a blanket over the window and large a TV screen at the foot of the bed. The hotel is managed by the industrious Bobby (the wonderful Willem Dafoe) doing his best to enforce rules, undertake repairs and extract payments from his errant tenants.
While the film occasionally shifts perspective to Bobby or Haley Florida Project centres on vibrant and inventive Moonee as she roams the pastel hued hotel grounds, the adjacent swamplands and nearby highways in search of adventure with her gang of friends. These unsupervised excursions frame the small children against absurdly oversized shop fronts: gross theatrical backdrops, vernacular icons of mid twentieth century pop and consumer culture and exploits them to great effect. Occasionally they cross paths with civilians: horrified tourists landing at the hotel on the back of badly made online accommodation bookings, pedophiles looking to take advantage of the unsupervised children, hospitality workers.
I've not seen Baker's other films so I can't compare its tone its predecessors. He is a director influenced by vérité film traditions and improvisation; whether you like the film will depend on how you lean.
Moonee happily accompanies her mum as they schlep a bag of perfumes around to the more salubrious hotels, dodging staff, and cajoling tourists into making a purchase with practiced flirtatious wit. She is largely oblivious to the downward direction of their lives. But Haley's increasingly desperate measures to provide a roof over their head and the ramifications of her actions – ranging from social ostracization to the attention of the authorities – means the film unfolds with a grim inevitability.
What are we to make of Haley? With social skills that could easily garner her an appearance on the Hard Prisons reality TV series, she is difficult to like or empathise with. Neither neglectful nor caring she approaches parenting with the part-time commitment of a foul mouthed primary school buddy. And while she includes Moonee in her escapades, she has no capacity for modelling emotional regulation or an inclination to protect her daughter from the antisocial behaviour that surrounds them.
The Florida Project draws a line between the stresses on Haley's life and her behaviour – erratic, unbalanced, vengeful, inarticulate – and asks that audiences view it in the context of her socioeconomic circumstances. It offers no back story. This is a young woman with no partner, no family, little in the way of friendship, no hopes and, shockingly for an American film, no dreams, either for herself or Moonee. There is just the present with its infinite setbacks and urgent problems.
Some of this is obscured by Brooklynn Prince's winsome Moonee; her irrepressible vitality is a shield. If there is any saving grace is the film is careful not to exploit her vulnerability and innocence. With so few reprieves, I can't tell you how grateful and relieved I was for this crucial artistic decision. This is a difficult film but it's also hard to watch.


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Don Wilson and Bob Bogle, two construction workers from Tacoma bought some beat up guitars in a pawn-shop, formed a band, and changed the history of rock and roll. The Ventures, rose to fame with the song "Walk Don't Run" in 1959, and they have been playing together and touring the world since then.
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The members of the all-girls robotics team the Sisters of Science are "over the moon" to have an opportunity to compete internationally but they need financial support to make it happen.
At the recent Acadia Robot Programming Competitions, the seven members of the Sisters of Science (S.O.S.) placed third in the provincial FIRST LEGO League (FLL) event. FLL is open to competitors between the ages of nine and 14. The team won the Project Innovative Solution Award and was nominated for the Global Innovation Award.
Coach Sara Chisholm said being nominated for the Global Innovation Award means that the girls' project was recognized as "a patentable and practical solution to a problem." As part of the competition, teams are challenged to identify a real-world problem relating to a given topic and propose a solution.
This year, FLL teams were tasked with researching challenges people must overcome to travel throughout the solar system for extended periods of time. The "INTO ORBIT" challenge was designed to spark interest in the science of space travel. The girls researched women in space, recognizing that there still aren't many female astronauts.
"The girls identified that radiation exposure is one of the reasons that there aren't as many women in space and why there aren't as many women in space for long periods of time, because women's bodies absorb that radiation a little differently," Chisholm said. "So, they imagined a solution to that."
Because of the pending patent process, the team isn't at liberty to reveal much more information at this point. S.O.S. is in the process of submitting for the Global Innovation Award. They'll learn in April if they are one of 20 teams that qualify to travel to San Jose, California, in June to further develop and refine ideas. The team that wins the California competition will receive $20,000 to develop its invention.
With the third-place finish at Acadia, S.O.S. qualified for the FIRST LEGO League Mountain State Invitational in West Virginia in July. The team has registered for this as well, although Chisholm said they realize that they can't attend both.
"If in April we find that we are one of the 20 teams selected, we'll pass our bid to the Mountain State Invitational to the next Nova Scotia team that would have qualified," Chisholm said.
An online fundraiser for S.O.S. was launched on Feb. 21 on the website www.gofundme.com. The online goal is $18,000 and $1,610 had been raised as of March 9. Chisholm said they greatly appreciate the generosity being shown.
The girls are very excited and are ready to meet the fundraising challenge head-on. Chisholm said it's expected to cost approximately $20,000 for the seven members and three coaches to make the trip to California.
The girls are planning local fundraisers, including a school bake sale, and they'll be making a presentation to the Kingston Lions to see if the service club can help them stage a fundraising event.
Chisholm said it probably wouldn't cost as much to make the trip to West Virginia, so if they don't make the cut to go to California, they'll reduce the overall fundraising goal.
If they are fortunate enough to raise $20,000 before the announcement is made in April and it turns out that they won't be going to California, S.O.S. will use the excess funds to help other robotics teams with travel expenses.
"We help each other, that's one of the core values of the FIRST LEGO, we're all in this together," Chisholm said.
In the beginning, the team received financial start-up support from Michelin, which Chisholm said was great. The goal for the team was full participation on the part of members and providing learning opportunities, not necessarily winning competitions. Chisholm said it's amazing to see how it has blossomed into something wonderful for the S.O.S. members.
"Kids don't go into solving problems with the same kind of blinders as adults do," Chisholm said. "They don't have the same limitation in ideas of what is possible and practical and what isn't. Sometimes that makes them all the more innovative in their solutions."
- For more information on the Sisters of Science, visit https://sites.google.com/view/sistersofscience.
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Our newest umbrella for adults is always in style.
Classic black umbrella folds to 13.5" long and 3" wide. It comes with a black nylon sleeve.
Opened, it measures 26" long and 41" wide straight across the widest point.
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Wondering what beers to have at your Superbowl party? We will be pouring a few great Belgian and Belgian style beers from St Bernardus and Allagash, on Saturday February 6th from 3pm to 6pm, to help you decide.
These four food friendly ales will run the spectrum from very light and refreshing wits (wheat) to a big malty, spicy and lightly sweet dubbel and a Belgian style stout.
Allagash is one of America's premier Belgian style breweries and a leader in brewing food friendly beers. Since day one they've pushed their great beer as a companion to great food and even recently collaborated with San Francisco based chef, James Simpkins, on the Allagash cookbook.
Belgium based St. Bernardus brews the same beers with the same recipes from when they were still a licensed Trappist brewery brewing on behalf of the Trappist Monks of Westvleteren. Known for some of the worlds best beers, Bacchus customers have been big fans of their quad and Christmas ale. We are very excited to bring in one of their dubbels and the wit, which is actually a collaboration with the late Pierre Celis, the man responsible for bringing back the forgotten wit style in the mid sixties.


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Arrested! United States vs Susan B. Anthony [Regarding a Woman's Right to Vote]
Arrested! United States vs Susan B. Anthony [Regarding a Woman's Right to Vote]
Over the last 100 years, Susan B. Anthony has become one of the most venerated women in American history, even though she was one of the most detested women in America during her lifetime.
In 1873, United States v. Susan B. Anthony became a notorious criminal trial in the federal courts.
Because in the federal election held November 1872, Ms. Anthony registered to vote—and then actually voted.
That was her crime.
Susan B. Anthony—a woman—had voted!
In New York State.
In the United States of America.
The government promptly charged her with the crime of voting without the legal right to vote in said election district "being then and there a person of the female sex."
She was then convicted in Federal Court for violating state law about who was eligible to vote in one of the late 19th century's most famous political court cases.
Today, of course, every American is taught about their nation's most famous suffragist, who tirelessly advocated for women to be granted the right to vote.
PHILIP DOSSICK is the New York Times critically acclaimed writer and director of the motion picture The P.O.W.
He has written for television, including the outstanding drama, Transplant, produced by David Susskind for CBS.
His most recent books include Aztecs: Epoch Of Social Revolution, Sex And Dreams, Mark Twain In Seattle, The Naked Citizen: Notes On Privacy In The Twenty-First Century, Raymond Chowder And Bob Skloot Must Die, The Deposition, Vincent Van Gogh: Madness And Magic, Oscar Wilde: Sodomy and Heresy, Abraham Lincoln: 5 Speeches that Changed America, Lenny Bruce: The Myth of Free Speech, Times That try Men's Souls: Henry David Thoreau and Thomas Paine on Slavery and Civil Disobedience, Master and Protege: Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot, Ghost Dance Prophets: Wovoka, Lincoln, and Franz Boas, Voces de Libertad, and Arrested! United States vs Susan B. Anthony Regarding a Woman's Right to Vote.


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Saturday, September 28, 2013
Jacket2 Interview
Back in July Gary Barwin (a.k.a. the serif of nottingblog / the author of the porcupinity of the stars) interviewed me about my work in progress Magyarazni. Be sure to check out the rest of the great interviews Gary conducted with visual poets for the Jacket2 series languageye!
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Brodie Homestead in Austin, Texas
Wedding photography from Melissa & Arcadio's wedding on March 23rd. These two have amazing chemistry together! Their story began when Arcadio moved to Texas from Venezuela and met Melissa online. Arcadio asked her out on a date and they hit it off right away. After dating for about a year, he asked her to marry him and she said YES!
Melissa & Arcadio had a beautiful wedding at the Brodie Homestead in Austin. The venue is a restored, rustic barn with a modern elegance to it. My favorite part of the venue is the architecture, high-ceilings and large chandeliers. It had a warm ambiance about it. The food was so delicious too! They had barbecued ribs, tender brisket and all the fixings from Pokey Jo's. It was some of the best food I've had :) They had such a beautiful and romantic wedding. I'm so happy I had the pleasure of capturing these special moments. Here are some of my favorites!


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The seven teams were preparing the pitches of their projects for half an hour and afterwards they pitched to each other in order to have feedback. The main conclusion was that the ideas had to be better explained.
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So that, in the afternoon, Graham Cooper decided to ask the teams to prepare an elevator pitch in ten minutes and again the results showed the need to stress the logline instead of trying to describe the design of the technology involved.
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Heinrich Bungler was a commanding officer of the Gestapo during World War II. He was notoriously brutal, earning him the name "Bungler the Butcher". In the spring of 1941, Adolf Hitler directly ordered Bungler to capture the Destroyer. To this end, Bungler arranged the execution of Pastor Muller, a local priest who was vocally against Hitler's regime, in the hopes that it would draw out the Destroyer.
Bungler's plan worked, and he and his men caught the Destroyer as he attempted to sneak into the compound where Muller was being held. Despite the fact that the Destroyer had cut his hands open while attempting to climb the perimeter wall, he still managed to escape after playing possum and grabbing Bungler and using him as a human shield. The cowardly Bungler fainted when he was almost shot by one of his own men, allowing the Destroyer to flee the scene and get medical attention for his hands.
Regaining his composure, Bungler then focused on torturing the pastor, whipping him in a vein attempt to get the pastor to retract what he has said against Hitler. When this failed, Bungler personally saw Muller to the chopping block and almost succeeded in beheading the priest if not for the timely arrival of the Destroyer. Beating Bungler into submission, the hero put Bungler's head on the chopping block and threaten to chop his head off. This was all a ruse to frighten Bungler to faint again, allowing the Destroyer to escape to freedom with Muller.[1]
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One of the main attractions for travelers to Manaus is the visit to the Meeting of the Waters. The phenomenon is considered a Brazilian tourist spot, and many travel agencies offer boat tours of the region, carried out in Janauari Ecological Park.
These tours are more frequent in the period of full river (January to July), and in addition it becomes more clear the beauty of the natural spectacle and also you can still see many animals like birds, monkeys, sloths and more. A tour really unforgettable. But you know why this happens? Why the waters do not mix?
It's amazing, but for more than 5 km the clear and muddy waters of the Solimões river run side by side with the black water of the Negro river, without mixing. The "Rio Negro" as its name suggests, is a river of very dark waters. Its black tea staining is due to the large amount of organic acids from decaying vegetation. It features a high degree of acidity, pH 3.8 to 4.9, has an average temperature of 28 ° C and flows slowly to about 2 km per hour.
For other hand the Solimões River has a very similar muddy color with latte. All this because of the large number of sediment that the water carries to flow beneath the Andes. It is cooler than the Rio Negro, having 22° C. In addition, flows much faster, running about 6 km per hour.
The Meeting of the Waters is the meeting of the Rio Negro and the Rio Solimões, that initially do not mix. Once they join, were given the name of the Amazon River, a major economical means and transport for the inhabitants of the city of Manaus.
The composition difference of the acidity rate, flow temperature and the density is what prevents mixing of the two when they meet. The color contrast is very striking, and this phenomenon can be seen even from space.
Sometimes the water encounters obstacles that form strong swirls shaking the two rivers, making very beautiful shapes.
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As a trained chef trying to lose weight I am always looking for new recipes that as fast and healthy that my three little ones will enjoy. Yesterday I got to try two recipes. The first one was a banana chia seed pudding(I will post the links at the end). Sadly I am the only one that liked this pudding but I will be trying it again. I think it's a texture my kids aren't use to but it was amazing to me. And the second recipe was a pumpkin chilli. My youngest son liked this recipe but the older two weren't huge fans. My husband and I loved it. We even have some in the freeze for a fast and healthy meal one night. I like this particular recipe cause it's meatless but doesn't have a ton of beans in it. I don't mind eating beans but the little ones can be quite picky. So without further ado here are the recipes.
Banana Pudding
While you are checking out this recipe on the stupideasypaleo.com website be sure you browse around there's a ton of yummy recipes.
Pumpkin Chili
This recipe I actually found in my magazine but I was able to find the link to the online version. Again there are tons of yummy recipes on this site as well.


text: Nicole Richie's Dreamy Summer Collection Nicole Richie has been killin' it with her books, web series, and House of Harlow line. She has been delivering dreamy bohemian pieces with the company for the past seven years. The brand launched its latest collection yesterday with retailer Revolve. The collection features kimono dresses, bodysuits, rompers, slip dresses, and evening pieces including gowns. In an interview with Nylon, Richie elaborated on the collection brought by two Los Angeles-ites,saying, "Since they're (Revolve) from L.A., and so am I, I thought, 'Let's do a collection inspired by L.A. and all of the amazing different parts of it: being outside, the space, the smells, all the different color palettes.' Also, because it's the summer, I was thinking to myself, "Okay, what are my friends and I wearing this summer? What's our feeling? What's our vibe?" I would say it's more of a combination of what I feel like my girlfriends and I want to wear this summer and my overall love and appreciation for L.A." Below are some pieces from the line. Let us know which is your favorite! More F.A.M.E, please!Stüssy's Latest Collection is So SoCalKendall + Kylie Launch Their New PacSun Summer 2016 CollectionTopshop's Latest Collection is Perfect for SummerKristen Stewart Rocks Chanel CampaignStone Fox Bride's All New Plus Size Collection Comments comments


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Ever wanted to learn how to weave a dream catcher? How about creating your very own energy vortex? Essentially they are one and the same thing!
The sacred geometrical patterns created as the dreamcatcher is woven create a vortex of energy at the centre of the web.
Using prayers or mantras of intention as each knot is made you can create a vortex which will hold the vibration of your intention.
The decoration of the dreamcatcher can also add to this using colour vibration, symbols, crystals charged with intention – your imagination is the limit!
Together we will explore not only how to create beautful dreamcatchers, but also how to use the process as a sacred practice.
Leading the workshop is the beautiful Lauren Monty, woman of many extraordinary talents. Lauren is an artist, a dreamer and general creative wanderer, who believes that life is something to be enjoyed.
Through sharing her art, her creations and her way of life, she wishes to inspire people to be brave and follow their dreams, to live a life of happiness and harmony, doing what they love. This practice brings her much joy and she is looking forward to sharing it with you ♥
The cost for the workshop is $40 +bf p.p. which includes all materials needed to make your dream catcher. Suitable for teens and adults.
THURSDAY 21st September, 7.00- 9.00pm
Places are limited and pre-bookings are essential so contact Max on 0439 217 004 or email@example.com to secure your spot, or book below.