The story is about a lonely porcupine named Landy who has no friends because the other animals are afraid of his sharp spikes. A turtle named Kuku befriends Landy and helps him realize his spikes are useful for protection. At a birthday party, Landy's spikes end up saving all the animals from an attacking wolf. The animals then appreciate Landy and he is no longer lonely.
Many decades have passed since the peace ended between the People and the Dragons. It's been decades since Drax the Fearsome, the Emperor of Dragons, has seen the battlefront. In this time, he hasn't been doing anything else than taking care of his two sons.
But everything changed once Hans – the first Yellow Dragon – was born.
He brings only trouble to his family. He learns to be so evil that a war with the People seems to be imminent. But up to the war, Hans tries to help the Good Sorceress by fighting the hounds of the Grizzled Wolves. There he learns that being at war with other creatures, isn't exactly the Dragon's way of life...
A simple e-book showing traditional and regional Polish legends created by Polish students and teachers from Adam Mickiewicz Junior High School no 30 in Łódź, Poland.
Many decades have passed since the peace ended between the People and the Dragons. It's been decades since Drax the Fearsome, the Emperor of Dragons, has seen the battlefront. In this time, he hasn't been doing anything else than taking care of his two sons.
But everything changed once Hans – the first Yellow Dragon – was born.
He brings only trouble to his family. He learns to be so evil that a war with the People seems to be imminent. But up to the war, Hans tries to help the Good Sorceress by fighting the hounds of the Grizzled Wolves. There he learns that being at war with other creatures, isn't exactly the Dragon's way of life...
A simple e-book showing traditional and regional Polish legends created by Polish students and teachers from Adam Mickiewicz Junior High School no 30 in Łódź, Poland.
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THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH English version by N. K. Sandars Penguin Classics ISBN 0 14
044.100X pp. 61-125
PROLOGUE
GILGAMESH KING IN URUK
I WILL proclaim to the world the deeds of Gilgamesh. This was the man to whom all things
were known; this was the king who knew the countries of the world. He was wise, he saw
mysteries and knew secret things, he brought us a tale of the days before the flood. He went on a
long journey, was weary, worn-out with labour, returning he rested, he engraved on a stone the
whole story.
When the gods created Gilgamesh they gave him a perfect body. Shamash the glorious sun
endowed him with beauty, Adad the god of the storm endowed him with courage, the great gods
made his beauty perfect, surpassing all others, terrifying like a great wild bull. Two thirds they
made him god and one third man.
In Uruk he built walls, a great rampart, and the temple of blessed Eanna for the god of the
firmament Anu, and for Ishtar the goddess of love. Look at it still today: the outer wall where the
cornice runs, it shines with the brilliance of copper; and the inner wall, it has no equal. Touch the
threshold, it is ancient. Approach Eanna the dwelling of Ishtar, our lady of love and war, the like
of which no latter-day king, no man alive can equal. Climb upon the wall of Uruk; walk along it,
I say; regard the foundation terrace and examine the masonry: is it not burnt brick and good? The
seven sages laid the foundations.
CHAPTER 1
THE COMING OF ENKIDU
GILGAMESH went abroad in the world, but he met with none who could withstand his arms
till he came to Uruk. But the men of Uruk muttered in their houses, ‘Gilgamesh sounds the tocsin
for his amusement, his arrogance has no bounds by day or night. No son is left with his father,
for Gilgamesh takes them all, even the children; yet the king should be a shepherd to his people.
His lust leaves no virgin to her lover, neither the warrior’s daughter nor the wife of the noble; yet
this is the shepherd of the city, wise, comely, and resolute.’
The gods heard their lament, the gods of heaven cried to the Lord of Uruk, to Anu the god of
Uruk: ‘A goddess made him, strong as a savage bull, none can withstand his arms. No son is left
with his father, for Gilgamesh takes them all; and is this the king, the shepherd of his people? His
lust leaves no virgin to her lover, neither the warrior’s daughter nor the wife of the noble.’ When
Anu had heard their lamentation the gods cried to Aruru, the goddess of creation, ‘You made
him, O Aruru, now create his equal; let it be as like him as his own reflection, his second self,
stormy heart for stormy heart. Let them contend together and leave Uruk in quiet.’
So the goddess conceived an image in her mind, and it was of the stuff of Anu of the
firmament. She dipped her hands in water and pinched off clay, she let it fall in the wilderness,
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and noble Enkidu was created. There was virtue in him of the g ...
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THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH English version by N. K. Sandars Penguin Classics ISBN 0 14
044.100X pp. 61-125
PROLOGUE
GILGAMESH KING IN URUK
I WILL proclaim to the world the deeds of Gilgamesh. This was the man to whom all things
were known; this was the king who knew the countries of the world. He was wise, he saw
mysteries and knew secret things, he brought us a tale of the days before the flood. He went on a
long journey, was weary, worn-out with labour, returning he rested, he engraved on a stone the
whole story.
When the gods created Gilgamesh they gave him a perfect body. Shamash the glorious sun
endowed him with beauty, Adad the god of the storm endowed him with courage, the great gods
made his beauty perfect, surpassing all others, terrifying like a great wild bull. Two thirds they
made him god and one third man.
In Uruk he built walls, a great rampart, and the temple of blessed Eanna for the god of the
firmament Anu, and for Ishtar the goddess of love. Look at it still today: the outer wall where the
cornice runs, it shines with the brilliance of copper; and the inner wall, it has no equal. Touch the
threshold, it is ancient. Approach Eanna the dwelling of Ishtar, our lady of love and war, the like
of which no latter-day king, no man alive can equal. Climb upon the wall of Uruk; walk along it,
I say; regard the foundation terrace and examine the masonry: is it not burnt brick and good? The
seven sages laid the foundations.
CHAPTER 1
THE COMING OF ENKIDU
GILGAMESH went abroad in the world, but he met with none who could withstand his arms
till he came to Uruk. But the men of Uruk muttered in their houses, ‘Gilgamesh sounds the tocsin
for his amusement, his arrogance has no bounds by day or night. No son is left with his father,
for Gilgamesh takes them all, even the children; yet the king should be a shepherd to his people.
His lust leaves no virgin to her lover, neither the warrior’s daughter nor the wife of the noble; yet
this is the shepherd of the city, wise, comely, and resolute.’
The gods heard their lament, the gods of heaven cried to the Lord of Uruk, to Anu the god of
Uruk: ‘A goddess made him, strong as a savage bull, none can withstand his arms. No son is left
with his father, for Gilgamesh takes them all; and is this the king, the shepherd of his people? His
lust leaves no virgin to her lover, neither the warrior’s daughter nor the wife of the noble.’ When
Anu had heard their lamentation the gods cried to Aruru, the goddess of creation, ‘You made
him, O Aruru, now create his equal; let it be as like him as his own reflection, his second self,
stormy heart for stormy heart. Let them contend together and leave Uruk in quiet.’
So the goddess conceived an image in her mind, and it was of the stuff of Anu of the
firmament. She dipped her hands in water and pinched off clay, she let it fall in the wilderness,
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and noble Enkidu was created. There was virtue in him of the g ...
1 THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH English version by N. K. Sandar.docxoswald1horne84988
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THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH English version by N. K. Sandars Penguin Classics ISBN 0 14
044.100X pp. 61-125
PROLOGUE
GILGAMESH KING IN URUK
I WILL proclaim to the world the deeds of Gilgamesh. This was the man to whom all things
were known; this was the king who knew the countries of the world. He was wise, he saw
mysteries and knew secret things, he brought us a tale of the days before the flood. He went on a
long journey, was weary, worn-out with labour, returning he rested, he engraved on a stone the
whole story.
When the gods created Gilgamesh they gave him a perfect body. Shamash the glorious sun
endowed him with beauty, Adad the god of the storm endowed him with courage, the great gods
made his beauty perfect, surpassing all others, terrifying like a great wild bull. Two thirds they
made him god and one third man.
In Uruk he built walls, a great rampart, and the temple of blessed Eanna for the god of the
firmament Anu, and for Ishtar the goddess of love. Look at it still today: the outer wall where the
cornice runs, it shines with the brilliance of copper; and the inner wall, it has no equal. Touch the
threshold, it is ancient. Approach Eanna the dwelling of Ishtar, our lady of love and war, the like
of which no latter-day king, no man alive can equal. Climb upon the wall of Uruk; walk along it,
I say; regard the foundation terrace and examine the masonry: is it not burnt brick and good? The
seven sages laid the foundations.
CHAPTER 1
THE COMING OF ENKIDU
GILGAMESH went abroad in the world, but he met with none who could withstand his arms
till he came to Uruk. But the men of Uruk muttered in their houses, ‘Gilgamesh sounds the tocsin
for his amusement, his arrogance has no bounds by day or night. No son is left with his father,
for Gilgamesh takes them all, even the children; yet the king should be a shepherd to his people.
His lust leaves no virgin to her lover, neither the warrior’s daughter nor the wife of the noble; yet
this is the shepherd of the city, wise, comely, and resolute.’
The gods heard their lament, the gods of heaven cried to the Lord of Uruk, to Anu the god of
Uruk: ‘A goddess made him, strong as a savage bull, none can withstand his arms. No son is left
with his father, for Gilgamesh takes them all; and is this the king, the shepherd of his people? His
lust leaves no virgin to her lover, neither the warrior’s daughter nor the wife of the noble.’ When
Anu had heard their lamentation the gods cried to Aruru, the goddess of creation, ‘You made
him, O Aruru, now create his equal; let it be as like him as his own reflection, his second self,
stormy heart for stormy heart. Let them contend together and leave Uruk in quiet.’
So the goddess conceived an image in her mind, and it was of the stuff of Anu of the
firmament. She dipped her hands in water and pinched off clay, she let it fall in the wilderness,
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and noble Enkidu was created. There was virtue in him of the g.
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A Worn Path
Eudora Welty
It was December—a bright frozen day in the early morning. Far out in the country there was an old Negro
woman with her head tied in a red rag, coming along a path through the pinewoods. Her name was
Phoenix Jackson. She was very old and small and she walked slowly in the dark pine shadows, moving a
little from side to side in her steps, with the balanced heaviness and lightness of a pendulum in a
grandfather clock. She carried a thin, small cane made from an umbrella, and with this she kept tapping
the frozen earth in front of her. This made a grave and persistent noise in the still air that seemed
meditative, like the chirping of a solitary little bird.
She wore a dark striped dress reaching down to her shoe tops, and an equally long apron of bleached
sugar sacks, with a full pocket: all neat and tidy, but every time she took a step she might have fallen over
her shoelaces, which dragged from her unlaced shoes. She looked straight ahead. Her eyes were blue with
age. Her skin had a pattern all its own of numberless branching wrinkles and as though a whole little tree
stood in the middle of her forehead, but a golden color ran underneath, and the two knobs of her cheeks
were illumined by a yellow burning under the dark. Under the red rag her hair came down on her neck in
the frailest of ringlets, still black, and with an odor like copper.
Now and then there was a quivering in the thicket. Old Phoenix said, 'Out of my way, all you foxes, owls,
beetles, jack rabbits, coons and wild animals! ... Keep out from under these feet, little bob-whites ... Keep
the big wild hogs out of my path. Don't let none of those come running my direction. I got a long way.'
Under her small black-freckled hand her cane, limber as a buggy whip, would switch at the brush as if to
rouse up any hiding things.
On she went. The woods were deep and still. The sun made the pine needles almost too bright to look at,
up where the wind rocked. The cones dropped as light as feathers. Down in the hollow was the mourning
dove—it was not too late for him.
The path ran up a hill. 'Seem like there is chains about my feet, time I get this far,' she said, in the voice of
argument old people keep to use with themselves. 'Something always take a hold of me on this hill—
pleads I should stay.'
After she got to the top, she turned and gave a full, severe look behind her where she had come. 'Up
through pines,' she said at length. 'Now down through oaks.'
Her eyes opened their widest, and she started down gently. But before she got to the bottom of the hill a
bush caught her dress.
Her fingers were busy and intent, but her skirts were full and long, so that before she could pull them free
in one place they were caught in another. It was not possible to allow the dress to tear. 'I in the thorny
bush,' she said. 'Thorns, you doing your appointed work. Never want to let folks pass—no, sir. Old eyes
thought you was a ...
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A Worn Path
EUDORA WELTY
[1909–2001]
It was December—a bright frozen day in the early morning. Far out in the country there was an old Negro woman with her head tied in a red rag, coming along a path through the pinewoods. Her name was Phoenix Jackson. She was very old and small and she walked slowly in the dark pine shadows, moving a little from side to side in her steps, with the balanced heaviness and lightness of a pendulum in a grandfather clock. She carried a thin, small cane made from an umbrella, and with this she kept tapping the frozen earth in front of her. This made a grave and persistent noise in the still air, that seemed meditative like the chirping of a solitary little bird.
She wore a dark striped dress reaching down to her shoe tops, and an equally long apron of bleached sugar sacks, with a full pocket: all neat and tidy, but every time she took a step she might have fallen over her shoelaces, which dragged from her unlaced shoes. She looked straight ahead. Her eyes were blue with age. Her skin had a pattern all its own of numberless branching wrinkles and as though a whole little tree stood in the middle of her forehead, but a golden color ran underneath, and the two knobs of her cheeks were illumined by a yellow burning under the dark. Under the red rag her hair came down on her neck in the frailest of ringlets, still black, and with an odor like copper.
Now and then there was a quivering in the thicket. Old Phoenix said, “Out of my way, all you foxes, owls, beetles, jack rabbits, coons and wild animals! … Keep out from under these feet, little bobwhites… . Keep the big wild hogs out of my path. Don’t let none of those come running my direction. I got a long way.” Under her small black-freckled hand her cane, limber as a buggy whip, would switch at the brush as if to rouse up any hiding things.
On she went. The woods were deep and still. The sun made the pine needles almost too bright to look at, up where the wind rocked. The cones dropped as light as feathers. Down in the hollow was the mourning dove—it was not too late for him.
The path ran up a hill. “Seem like there is chains about my feet, time I get this far,” she said, in the voice of argument old people keep to use with themselves. “Something always take a hold of me on this hill—pleads I should stay.”
After she got to the top she turned and gave a full, severe look behind her where she had come. “Up through pines,” she said at length. “Now down through oaks.”
Her eyes opened their widest, and she started down gently. But before she got to the bottom of the hill a bush caught her dress.
Her fingers were busy and intent, but her skirts were full and long, so that before she could pull them free in one place they were caught in another. It was not possible to allow the dress to tear. “I in the thorny bush,” she said. “Thorns, you doing your appointed work. Never want to let folks pass, no sir. Old eyes thought you was a pretty little green bush.”
Finally, trembling a.
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A Worn Path
Eudora Welty (1941)
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It was December—a bright frozen day in the early morning. Farout in the country there was an old Negro woman with her headtied in a red rag, coming along a path through the pinewoods. Hername was Phoenix Jackson. She was very old and small and shewalked slowly in the dark pine shadows, moving a little from sideto side in her steps, with the balanced heaviness and lightness of apendulum in a grandfather clock. She carried a thin, small canemade from an umbrella, and with this she kept tapping the frozenearth in front of her. This made a grave and persistent noise in thestill air that seemed meditative, like the chirping of a solitary littlebird.
She wore a dark striped dress reaching down to her shoe tops, andan equally long apron of bleached sugar sacks, with a full pocket:all neat and tidy, but every time she took a step she might havefallen over her shoelaces, which dragged from her unlaced shoes.She looked straight ahead. Her eyes were blue with age. Her skinhad a pattern all its own of numberless branching wrinkles and asthough a whole little tree stood in the middle of her forehead, buta golden color ran underneath, and the two knobs of her cheekswere illumined by a yellow burning under the dark. Under the redrag her hair came down on her neck in the frailest of ringlets, stillblack, and with an odor like copper.
Now and then there was a quivering in the thicket. Old Phoenixsaid, "Out of my way, all you foxes, owls, beetles, jack rabbits,coons and wild animals! . . . Keep out from under these feet, littlebob-whites . . . Keep the big wild hogs out of my path. Don't letnone of those come running my direction. I got a long way."Under her small black-freckled hand her cane, limber as a buggywhip, would switch at the brush as if to rouse up any hidingthings.
On she went. The woods were deep and still. The sun made thepine needles almost too bright to look at, up where the windrocked. The cones dropped as light as feathers. Down in thehollow was the mourning dove—it was not too late for him.
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The path ran up a hill. "Seem like there is chains about my feet,time I get this far," she said, in the voice of argument old peoplekeep to use with themselves. "Something always take a hold ofme on this hill—pleads I should stay."
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After she got to the top she turned and gave a full, severe lookbehind her where she had come. "Up through pines," she said atlength. "Now down through oaks." Her eyes opened their widest,and she started down gently. But before she got to the bottom ofthe hill a bush caught her dress.
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Her fingers were busy and intent, but her skirts were full andlong, so that before she could pull them free in one place theywere caught in another. It was not possible to allow the dress totear. "I in the thorny bush," she said. "Thorns, you doing yourappointed work. Never want to let folks pass, no sir. Old eyesthought you was a pretty little green bush." Finally, trembling allover, she stood free, ...
Report Back from SGO 2024: What’s the Latest in Cervical Cancer?bkling
Are you curious about what’s new in cervical cancer research or unsure what the findings mean? Join Dr. Emily Ko, a gynecologic oncologist at Penn Medicine, to learn about the latest updates from the Society of Gynecologic Oncology (SGO) 2024 Annual Meeting on Women’s Cancer. Dr. Ko will discuss what the research presented at the conference means for you and answer your questions about the new developments.
Ethanol (CH3CH2OH), or beverage alcohol, is a two-carbon alcohol
that is rapidly distributed in the body and brain. Ethanol alters many
neurochemical systems and has rewarding and addictive properties. It
is the oldest recreational drug and likely contributes to more morbidity,
mortality, and public health costs than all illicit drugs combined. The
5th edition of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders
(DSM-5) integrates alcohol abuse and alcohol dependence into a single
disorder called alcohol use disorder (AUD), with mild, moderate,
and severe subclassifications (American Psychiatric Association, 2013).
In the DSM-5, all types of substance abuse and dependence have been
combined into a single substance use disorder (SUD) on a continuum
from mild to severe. A diagnosis of AUD requires that at least two of
the 11 DSM-5 behaviors be present within a 12-month period (mild
AUD: 2–3 criteria; moderate AUD: 4–5 criteria; severe AUD: 6–11 criteria).
The four main behavioral effects of AUD are impaired control over
drinking, negative social consequences, risky use, and altered physiological
effects (tolerance, withdrawal). This chapter presents an overview
of the prevalence and harmful consequences of AUD in the U.S.,
the systemic nature of the disease, neurocircuitry and stages of AUD,
comorbidities, fetal alcohol spectrum disorders, genetic risk factors, and
pharmacotherapies for AUD.
Prix Galien International 2024 Forum ProgramLevi Shapiro
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- ADVANCES IN CARDIOLOGY: A NEW PARADIGM IS COMING
- WOMEN’S HEALTH: FERTILITY PRESERVATION
- WHAT’S NEW IN THE TREATMENT OF INFECTIOUS,
ONCOLOGICAL AND INFLAMMATORY SKIN DISEASES?
- ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND ETHICS
- GENE THERAPY
- BEYOND BORDERS: GLOBAL INITIATIVES FOR DEMOCRATIZING LIFE SCIENCE TECHNOLOGIES AND PROMOTING ACCESS TO HEALTHCARE
- ETHICAL CHALLENGES IN LIFE SCIENCES
- Prix Galien International Awards Ceremony
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Acute scrotum is a general term referring to an emergency condition affecting the contents or the wall of the scrotum.
There are a number of conditions that present acutely, predominantly with pain and/or swelling
A careful and detailed history and examination, and in some cases, investigations allow differentiation between these diagnoses. A prompt diagnosis is essential as the patient may require urgent surgical intervention
Testicular torsion refers to twisting of the spermatic cord, causing ischaemia of the testicle.
Testicular torsion results from inadequate fixation of the testis to the tunica vaginalis producing ischemia from reduced arterial inflow and venous outflow obstruction.
The prevalence of testicular torsion in adult patients hospitalized with acute scrotal pain is approximately 25 to 50 percent
Couples presenting to the infertility clinic- Do they really have infertility...Sujoy Dasgupta
Dr Sujoy Dasgupta presented the study on "Couples presenting to the infertility clinic- Do they really have infertility? – The unexplored stories of non-consummation" in the 13th Congress of the Asia Pacific Initiative on Reproduction (ASPIRE 2024) at Manila on 24 May, 2024.
These simplified slides by Dr. Sidra Arshad present an overview of the non-respiratory functions of the respiratory tract.
Learning objectives:
1. Enlist the non-respiratory functions of the respiratory tract
2. Briefly explain how these functions are carried out
3. Discuss the significance of dead space
4. Differentiate between minute ventilation and alveolar ventilation
5. Describe the cough and sneeze reflexes
Study Resources:
1. Chapter 39, Guyton and Hall Textbook of Medical Physiology, 14th edition
2. Chapter 34, Ganong’s Review of Medical Physiology, 26th edition
3. Chapter 17, Human Physiology by Lauralee Sherwood, 9th edition
4. Non-respiratory functions of the lungs https://academic.oup.com/bjaed/article/13/3/98/278874
Lung Cancer: Artificial Intelligence, Synergetics, Complex System Analysis, S...Oleg Kshivets
RESULTS: Overall life span (LS) was 2252.1±1742.5 days and cumulative 5-year survival (5YS) reached 73.2%, 10 years – 64.8%, 20 years – 42.5%. 513 LCP lived more than 5 years (LS=3124.6±1525.6 days), 148 LCP – more than 10 years (LS=5054.4±1504.1 days).199 LCP died because of LC (LS=562.7±374.5 days). 5YS of LCP after bi/lobectomies was significantly superior in comparison with LCP after pneumonectomies (78.1% vs.63.7%, P=0.00001 by log-rank test). AT significantly improved 5YS (66.3% vs. 34.8%) (P=0.00000 by log-rank test) only for LCP with N1-2. Cox modeling displayed that 5YS of LCP significantly depended on: phase transition (PT) early-invasive LC in terms of synergetics, PT N0—N12, cell ratio factors (ratio between cancer cells- CC and blood cells subpopulations), G1-3, histology, glucose, AT, blood cell circuit, prothrombin index, heparin tolerance, recalcification time (P=0.000-0.038). Neural networks, genetic algorithm selection and bootstrap simulation revealed relationships between 5YS and PT early-invasive LC (rank=1), PT N0—N12 (rank=2), thrombocytes/CC (3), erythrocytes/CC (4), eosinophils/CC (5), healthy cells/CC (6), lymphocytes/CC (7), segmented neutrophils/CC (8), stick neutrophils/CC (9), monocytes/CC (10); leucocytes/CC (11). Correct prediction of 5YS was 100% by neural networks computing (area under ROC curve=1.0; error=0.0).
CONCLUSIONS: 5YS of LCP after radical procedures significantly depended on: 1) PT early-invasive cancer; 2) PT N0--N12; 3) cell ratio factors; 4) blood cell circuit; 5) biochemical factors; 6) hemostasis system; 7) AT; 8) LC characteristics; 9) LC cell dynamics; 10) surgery type: lobectomy/pneumonectomy; 11) anthropometric data. Optimal diagnosis and treatment strategies for LC are: 1) screening and early detection of LC; 2) availability of experienced thoracic surgeons because of complexity of radical procedures; 3) aggressive en block surgery and adequate lymph node dissection for completeness; 4) precise prediction; 5) adjuvant chemoimmunoradiotherapy for LCP with unfavorable prognosis.
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1. Storytelling - The Lonely Landy
One day, there was a porcupine named Landy. He was lonely. No one wanted to play with him,
because they were afraid of his spike.
“Dear Landy. We don’t want to play with you because your spikes are too sharp. We don’t want
you to hurts us,” said Cici the rabbit one day.
“Cici is right, Landy. It is not because you’re bad or rude to us, no, Landy. Just because of your
spikes. They will stab us if we close to you,” said Tito the rooster.
Landy felt lonely. Landy spent most of the time day dreaming at the river bank, “I would be
happy if there were no spikes on my body.”
Suddenly, Kuku the turtle appeared from the river. He came to Landy and said, “Landy, what are
you thinking of ?”
“Oh, nothing,” Landy replied.
“Don’t lie to me, Landy! Who knows I can help you,” said Kuku wisely. Then he sat beside
Landy. He wasn’t afraid of Landy’s spikes.
Shortly, Landy told his problem. Kuku nodded his head. He said, “Poor you. But it isn’t your
fault. I know, your spikes are very useful and helpful for you. They will realize it someday. Trust
me!”
“Thanks, Kuku. You are my best friend.”
One day, Koko the frog held his birthday party. He invited all his friends, including Landy. But
he decided not to come. He didn’t want to mess up the party.
“I’ll come with you Landy. I’ll tell everyone that you’re harmless,” said Kuku. Finally Landy
attended the party. Everyone enjoyed it.
Suddenly Tito screamed, “Help….help.…! The evil wolf is coming. Save yourself!” Then,
everyone saved their lives, except Kuku and landy. Kuku pulled his head and his leg into his
shell. And Landy rolled his body into a ball.
Unintentionally, the evil wolf touched Landy. Of course, the spike pricked him. He screamed,
“Ouch!” Since his foot was bleeding, he didn’t chase Landy’s friends any longer. Then, he ran
away.
“Horray….horray….! Long live Landy! He saved our lives,” said Cici and her friends. They
thanked him from then on. Landy wasn’t lonely anymore.
2. Moral value :
We should not underestimate someone’s bad physical appearance.
Storytelling - “Rapunzel”
By Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
There was once a man and a woman who had long in vain wished for a child. At length the
woman hoped that God was about to grant her desire. These people had a little window at the
back of their house from which a splendid garden could be seen, which was full of the most
beautiful flowers and herbs. It was, however, surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to go
into it because it belonged to an enchantress, who had great power and was dreaded by all the
world. One day the woman was standing by this window and looking down into the garden,
when she saw a bed which was planted with the most beautiful rampion (rapunzel), and it looked
so fresh and green that she longed for it, and had the greatest desire to eat some. This desire
increased every day, and as she knew that she could not get any of it, she quite pined away, and
looked pale and miserable. Then her husband was alarmed, and asked, "What aileth thee, dear
wife?" "Ah," she replied, "if I can't get some of the rampion, which is in the garden behind our
house, to eat, I shall die." The man, who loved her, thought, "Sooner than let thy wife die, bring
her some of the rampion thyself, let it cost thee what it will." In the twilight of evening, he
clambered down over the wall into the garden of the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of
rampion, and took it to his wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it with much
relish. She, however, liked it so much—so very much—that the next day she longed for it three
times as much as before. If he was to have any rest, her husband must once more descend into
the garden. In the gloom of evening, therefore, he let himself down again; but when he had
clambered down the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the enchantress standing before him.
"How canst thou dare," said she with angry look, "to descend into my garden and steal my
rampion like a thief? Thou shalt suffer for it!" "Ah," answered he, "let mercy take the place of
justice, I only made up my mind to do it out of necessity. My wife saw your rampion from the
window, and felt such a longing for it that she would have died if she had not got some to eat."
Then the enchantress allowed her anger to be softened, and said to him, "If the case be as thou
sayest, I will allow thee to take away with thee as much rampion as thou wilt, only I make one
condition, thou must give me the child which thy wife will bring into the world; it shall be well
treated, and I will care for it like a mother." The man in his terror consented to everything, and
3. when the woman was brought to bed, the enchantress appeared at once, gave the child the name
of Rapunzel, and took it away with her.
Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child beneath the sun. When she was twelve years old, the
enchantress shut her into a tower, which lay in a forest, and had neither stairs nor door, but quite
at the top was a little window. When the enchantress wanted to go in, she placed herself beneath
this and cried,
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down thy hair to me."
Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when she heard the voice of the
enchantress she unfastened her braided tresses, wound them round one of the hooks of the
window above, and then the hair fell twenty ells down, and the enchantress climbed up by it.
After a year or two, it came to pass that the King's son rode through the forest and went by the
tower. Then he heard a song, which was so charming that he stood still and listened. This was
Rapunzel, who in her solitude passed her time in letting her sweet voice resound. The King's son
wanted to climb up to her, and looked for the door of the tower, but none was to be found. He
rode home, but the singing had so deeply touched his heart, that every day he went out into the
forest and listened to it. Once when he was thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an
enchantress came there, and he heard how she cried,
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down thy hair."
Then Rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the enchantress climbed up to her. "If that is
the ladder by which one mounts, I will for once try my fortune," said he, and the next day when
it began to grow dark, he went to the tower and cried,
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down thy hair."
Immediately the hair fell down and the King's son climbed up. At first Rapunzel was terribly
frightened when a man such as her eyes had never yet beheld, came to her; but the King's son
began to talk to her quite like a friend, and told her that his heart had been so stirred that it had
let him have no rest, and he had been forced to see her. Then Rapunzel lost her fear, and when he
asked her if she would take him for her husband, and she saw that he was young and handsome,
she thought, "He will love me more than old Dame Gothel does;" and she said yes, and laid her
hand in his. She said, "I will willingly go away with thee, but I do not know how to get down.
Bring with thee a skein of silk every time that thou comest, and I will weave a ladder with it, and
when that is ready I will descend, and thou wilt take me on thy horse." They agreed that until that
time he should come to her every evening, for the old woman came by day. The enchantress
remarked nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said to her, "Tell me, Dame Gothel, how it
happens that you are so much heavier for me to draw up than the young King's son—he is with
me in a moment." "Ah! thou wicked child," cried the enchantress, "What do I hear thee say! I
thought I had separated thee from all the world, and yet thou hast deceived me!" In her anger she
clutched Rapunzel's beautiful tresses, wrapped them twice round her left hand, seized a pair of
scissors with the right, and snip, snap, they were cut off, and the lovely braids lay on the ground.
And she was so pitiless that she took poor Rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great
grief and misery.
On the same day, however, that she cast out Rapunzel, the enchantress in the evening fastened
the braids of hair which she had cut off to the hook of the window, and when the King's son
came and cried,
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down thy hair."
she let the hair down. The King's son ascended, but he did not find his dearest Rapunzel above,
but the enchantress, who gazed at him with wicked and venomous looks. "Aha!" she cried
4. mockingly, "Thou wouldst fetch thy dearest, but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the
nest; the cat has got it, and will scratch out thy eyes as well. Rapunzel is lost to thee; thou wilt
never see her more." The King's son was beside himself with pain, and in his despair he leapt
down from the tower. He escaped with his life, but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes.
Then he wandered quite blind about the forest, ate nothing but roots and berries, and did nothing
but lament and weep over the loss of his dearest wife. Thus he roamed about in misery for some
years, and at length came to the desert where Rapunzel, with the twins to which she had given
birth, a boy and a girl, lived in wretchedness. He heard a voice, and it seemed so familiar to him
that he went towards it, and when he approached, Rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck and
wept. Two of her tears wetted his eyes and they grew clear again, and he could see with them as
before. He led her to his kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they lived for a long time
afterwards, happy and contented.
Storytelling - The Lion and The Mouse
One day a Lion slept in the jungle. A tiny mouse ran over the Lion’s head and down his nose.
The Lion awoke with a loud roar. He was very angry. His paw caught the little mouse.
The Lion opened his huge jaws to swallow the mouse “Pardon me. O King, I beg of you. “Cried
the frightened mouse.
“If you forgive me this time, i will never forget your kindness. I meant no harm and I certainly
didn’t want to disturb your majesty. If you let me stay a live, I can do you a good turn, too”.
The Lion began to laugh. He laughed and laughed. “How could a tiny creature like you ever do
anything to help me ? “And he shook with laughter. “Oh well, “he shrugged, looking down at the
frightened mouse,” you’re not so much of a meal anyway.
Then, he released his paw from the mouse and the mouse quickly ran away.
Some time after this, some hunters, tried to capture the Lion alive. They set up rope nets in the
jungle. The Lion fell in to the trap. He roared and thras hed.
His thunderous bellows sent through the jungle.
The tiny mouse heard the Lion’s roars.
5. “That may be the Lion who once freed me” he said remembering his promise. And he ran to see
whether he could help.
Discovering the sad Lion, the mouse said to him “Stop, stop ! you must not roar. If you make so
much noise, the hunters will come and capture you. I’ll get you out of this trap”
With his shalp little teeth, the mouse gnawed at the ropes until they broke. The Lion stepped out
of the het and was free. The mouse said. Now, wa i not right ?”
“Thank you, good mouse,” Said Lion gently. “You did help me. I see now that kindness is
always worth while,’.