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Elisa Allen is a farmer's wife who is passionate about her flower garden, especially her giant chrysanthemums. She encounters a traveling tinker repairing pots and tools, and offers to give him sprouts of her prized chrysanthemums to deliver to another woman. Elisa excitedly explains how to care for the flowers, sharing an intimate connection she feels with the plants, though the tinker seems uncomfortable with her intensity.
The document describes Elisa Allen, a 35-year-old woman working in her flower garden on her family's ranch in California's Salinas Valley. She watches as her husband Henry sells some cattle. Later, a traveling tinker stops by in his wagon looking for work repairing pots, pans, or sharpening knives and scissors, but Elisa insists she has nothing for him to fix.
The narrator is walking home on a cold night through their neighborhood. They pass by a group of drunk white people and feel nervous, remembering past incidents of racism and violence. When they see a police officer, they feel anxious, knowing that as a black person they are at higher risk of police brutality. At the store, an employee stares at them in a way that makes them uncomfortable. The narrator experiences intrusive thoughts and memories of racism on their journey, feeling burdened by their race and otherness. They try to relax with food and media when they get home but continue replaying difficult experiences of racism in their mind.
This document provides an overview of 20th century American literature, focusing on modernism and the Harlem Renaissance. It summarizes key historical context for modernism, characteristics like fragmentation and experimentation. It then highlights several modernist poets like Frost, Williams, Eliot and their works. Next it discusses modernist fiction from Faulkner, Hammett and Hemingway. Finally it covers the Harlem Renaissance, major African American poets and fiction writers like Hughes, Hurston, Wright who contributed new voices during this period.
The old maple tree watches sadly as people decorate the trees along the path for Christmas, leaving him bare. The haughty fir tree mocks the maple for his bare branches. When a small brown bird falls and shivers at his feet, the maple gives his last three leaves to keep it warm. The next morning, a crowd gathers around the maple in awe over a painting capturing his selfless act, with the words "The most beautiful thing is that which hath given all." The fir bows his head, humbled by the maple's beauty in humility.
The Life You Save May Be Your OwnFlannery OConnorTHE old wo.docxoreo10
The Life You Save May Be Your Own
Flannery O'Connor
THE old woman and her daughter were sitting on their porch when Mr. Shiftlet came up their road for the first time. The old woman slid to the edge of her chair and leaned forward, shading her eyes from the piercing sunset with her hand. The daughter could not see far in front of her and continued to play with her fingers. Although the old woman lived in this desolate spot with only her daughter and she had never seen Mr. Shiftlet before, she could tell, even from a distance, that he was a tramp and no one to be afraid of. His left coat sleeve was folded up to show there was only half an arm in it and his gaunt figure listed slightly to the side as if the breeze were pushing him. He had on a black town suit and a brown felt hat that was turned up in the front and down in the back and he carried a tin tool box by a handle. He came on, at an amble, up her road, his face turned toward the sun which appeared to be balancing itself on the peak of a small mountain.
The old woman didn't change her position until he was almost into her yard; then she rose with one hand fisted on her hip. The daughter, a large girl in a short blue organdy dress, saw him all at once and jumped up and began to stamp and point and make excited speechless sounds.
Mr. Shiftlet stopped just inside the yard and set his box on the ground and tipped his hat at her as if she were not in the least afflicted; then he turned toward the old woman and swung the hat all the way off. He had long black slick hair that hung flat from a part in the middle to beyond the tips of his ears on either side. His face descended in forehead for more than half its length and ended suddenly with his features just balanced over a jutting steeltrap jaw. He seemed to be a young man but he had a look of composed dissatisfaction as if he understood life thoroughly.
"Good evening," the old woman said. She was about the size of a cedar fence post and she had a man's gray hat pulled down low over her head.
The tramp stood looking at her and didn't answer. He turned his back and faced the sunset. He swung both his whole and his short arm up slowly so that they indicated an expanse of sky and his figure formed a crooked cross. The old woman watched him with her arms folded across her chest as if she were the owner of the sun, and the daughter watched, her head thrust forward and her fat helpless hands hanging at the wrists. She had long pinkgold hair and eyes as blue as a peacock's neck.
He held the pose for almost fifty seconds and then he picked up his box and came on to the porch and dropped down on the bottom step. "Lady," he said in a firm nasal voice, "I'd give a fortune to live where I could see me a sun do that every evening."
"Does it every evening," the old woman said and sat back down. The daughter sat down too and watched him with a cautious sly look as if he were a bird that had come up very close. He leaned to one side, rooting in his pants p ...
Katherine MansfieldMiss BrillAlthough it was so brilliantl.docxtawnyataylor528
Katherine Mansfield
Miss Brill
Although it was so brilliantly fine - the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like white wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques - Miss Brill was glad that she had decided on her fur. The air was motionless, but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill, like a chill from a glass of iced water before you sip, and now and again a leaf came drifting - from nowhere, from the sky. Miss Brill put up her hand and touched her fur. Dear little thing! It was nice to feel it again. She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth-powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into the dim little eyes. "What has been happening to me?" said the sad little eyes. Oh, how sweet it was to see them snap at her again from the red eiderdown! ... But the nose, which was of some black composition, wasn't at all firm. It must have had a knock, somehow. Never mind - a little dab of black sealing-wax when the time came - when it was absolutely necessary ... Little rogue! Yes, she really felt like that about it. Little rogue biting its tail just by her left ear. She could have taken it off and laid it on her lap and stroked it. She felt a tingling in her hands and arms, but that came from walking, she supposed. And when she breathed, something light and sad - no, not sad, exactly - something gentle seemed to move in her bosom.
There were a number of people out this afternoon, far more than last Sunday. And the band sounded louder and gayer. That was because the Season had begun. For although the band played all the year round on Sundays, out of season it was never the same. It was like some one playing with only the family to listen; it didn't care how it played if there weren't any strangers present. Wasn't the conductor wearing a new coat, too? She was sure it was new. He scraped with his foot and flapped his arms like a rooster about to crow, and the bandsmen sitting in the green rotunda blew out their cheeks and glared at the music. Now there came a little "flutey" bit - very pretty! - a little chain of bright drops. She was sure it would be repeated. It was; she lifted her head and smiled.
< 2 >
Only two people shared her "special" seat: a fine old man in a velvet coat, his hands clasped over a huge carved walking-stick, and a big old woman, sitting upright, with a roll of knitting on her embroidered apron. They did not speak. This was disappointing, for Miss Brill always looked forward to the conversation. She had become really quite expert, she thought, at listening as though she didn't listen, at sitting in other people's lives just for a minute while they talked round her.
She glanced, sideways, at the old couple. Perhaps they would go soon. Last Sunday, too, hadn't been as interesting as usual. An Englishman and his wife, he wearing a dreadful Panama hat and she button boots. And she'd gone on the whole time about how she ought to wear spectac ...
1 Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet hiSilvaGraf83
1
Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet high, and is said to be the highest mountain in Africa.
Its western summit is called the Masai "Ngaje Ngai," the House of God. Close to the western summit there
is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that
altitude.
The Snows of Kilimanjaro
By Ernest Hemingway, 1938
THE MARVELLOUS THING IS THAT IT S painless," he said. "Tha 's ho o kno
when it starts."
"Is it really?"
"Absolutely. I'm awfully sorry about the odor though. That must bother you."
"Don't! Please don't."
"Look at them," he said. "Now is it sight or is it scent that brings them like that?"
The cot the man lay on was in the wide shade of a mimosa tree and as he looked out past
the shade onto the glare of the plain there were three of the big birds squatted obscenely,
while in the sky a dozen more sailed, making quick-moving shadows as they passed.
"They've been there since the day the truck broke down," he said. "Today's the first time
any have lit on the ground. I watched the way they sailed very carefully at first in case I
ever wanted to use them in a story. That's funny now.""I wish you wouldn't," she said.
"I'm only talking," he said. "It's much easier if I talk. But I don't want to bother you."
"You know it doesn't bother me," she said. "It's that I've gotten so very nervous not being
able to do anything. I think we might make it as easy as we can until the plane comes."
"Or until the plane doesn't come."
"Please tell me what I can do. There must be something I can do.
"You can take the leg off and that might stop it, though I doubt it. Or you can shoot me.
You're a good shot now. I taught you to shoot, didn't I?"
"Please don't talk that way. Couldn't I read to you?"
2
"Read what?"
"Anything in the book that we haven't read."
"I can't listen to it," he said." Talking is the easiest. We quarrel and that makes the time
pass."
"I don't quarrel. I never want to quarrel. Let's not quarrel any more. No matter how
nervous we get. Maybe they will be back with another truck today. Maybe the plane will
come."
"I don't want to move," the man said. "There is no sense in moving now except to make it
easier for you."
"That's cowardly."
"Can't you let a man die as comfortably as he can without calling him names? What's the
use of clanging me?"
"You're not going to die."
"Don't be silly. I'm dying now. Ask those bastards." He looked over to where the huge,
filthy birds sat, their naked heads sunk in the hunched feathers. A fourth planed down, to
run quick-legged and then waddle slowly toward the others.
"They are around every camp. You never notice them. You can't die if you don't give up."
"Where did you read that? You're such a bloody fool."
"You might think about some one else."
"For Christ's sake," he said, "that's been my trade."
He lay then and was quiet for a while and looked across the ...
1
Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet high, and is said to be the highest mountain in Africa.
Its western summit is called the Masai "Ngaje Ngai," the House of God. Close to the western summit there
is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that
altitude.
The Snows of Kilimanjaro
By Ernest Hemingway, 1938
THE MARVELLOUS THING IS THAT IT S painless," he said. "Tha 's ho o kno
when it starts."
"Is it really?"
"Absolutely. I'm awfully sorry about the odor though. That must bother you."
"Don't! Please don't."
"Look at them," he said. "Now is it sight or is it scent that brings them like that?"
The cot the man lay on was in the wide shade of a mimosa tree and as he looked out past
the shade onto the glare of the plain there were three of the big birds squatted obscenely,
while in the sky a dozen more sailed, making quick-moving shadows as they passed.
"They've been there since the day the truck broke down," he said. "Today's the first time
any have lit on the ground. I watched the way they sailed very carefully at first in case I
ever wanted to use them in a story. That's funny now.""I wish you wouldn't," she said.
"I'm only talking," he said. "It's much easier if I talk. But I don't want to bother you."
"You know it doesn't bother me," she said. "It's that I've gotten so very nervous not being
able to do anything. I think we might make it as easy as we can until the plane comes."
"Or until the plane doesn't come."
"Please tell me what I can do. There must be something I can do.
"You can take the leg off and that might stop it, though I doubt it. Or you can shoot me.
You're a good shot now. I taught you to shoot, didn't I?"
"Please don't talk that way. Couldn't I read to you?"
2
"Read what?"
"Anything in the book that we haven't read."
"I can't listen to it," he said." Talking is the easiest. We quarrel and that makes the time
pass."
"I don't quarrel. I never want to quarrel. Let's not quarrel any more. No matter how
nervous we get. Maybe they will be back with another truck today. Maybe the plane will
come."
"I don't want to move," the man said. "There is no sense in moving now except to make it
easier for you."
"That's cowardly."
"Can't you let a man die as comfortably as he can without calling him names? What's the
use of clanging me?"
"You're not going to die."
"Don't be silly. I'm dying now. Ask those bastards." He looked over to where the huge,
filthy birds sat, their naked heads sunk in the hunched feathers. A fourth planed down, to
run quick-legged and then waddle slowly toward the others.
"They are around every camp. You never notice them. You can't die if you don't give up."
"Where did you read that? You're such a bloody fool."
"You might think about some one else."
"For Christ's sake," he said, "that's been my trade."
He lay then and was quiet for a while and looked across the ...
The document describes Elisa Allen, a 35-year-old woman working in her flower garden on her family's ranch in California's Salinas Valley. She watches as her husband Henry sells some cattle. Later, a traveling tinker stops by in his wagon looking for work repairing pots, pans, or sharpening knives and scissors, but Elisa insists she has nothing for him to fix.
The narrator is walking home on a cold night through their neighborhood. They pass by a group of drunk white people and feel nervous, remembering past incidents of racism and violence. When they see a police officer, they feel anxious, knowing that as a black person they are at higher risk of police brutality. At the store, an employee stares at them in a way that makes them uncomfortable. The narrator experiences intrusive thoughts and memories of racism on their journey, feeling burdened by their race and otherness. They try to relax with food and media when they get home but continue replaying difficult experiences of racism in their mind.
This document provides an overview of 20th century American literature, focusing on modernism and the Harlem Renaissance. It summarizes key historical context for modernism, characteristics like fragmentation and experimentation. It then highlights several modernist poets like Frost, Williams, Eliot and their works. Next it discusses modernist fiction from Faulkner, Hammett and Hemingway. Finally it covers the Harlem Renaissance, major African American poets and fiction writers like Hughes, Hurston, Wright who contributed new voices during this period.
The old maple tree watches sadly as people decorate the trees along the path for Christmas, leaving him bare. The haughty fir tree mocks the maple for his bare branches. When a small brown bird falls and shivers at his feet, the maple gives his last three leaves to keep it warm. The next morning, a crowd gathers around the maple in awe over a painting capturing his selfless act, with the words "The most beautiful thing is that which hath given all." The fir bows his head, humbled by the maple's beauty in humility.
The Life You Save May Be Your OwnFlannery OConnorTHE old wo.docxoreo10
The Life You Save May Be Your Own
Flannery O'Connor
THE old woman and her daughter were sitting on their porch when Mr. Shiftlet came up their road for the first time. The old woman slid to the edge of her chair and leaned forward, shading her eyes from the piercing sunset with her hand. The daughter could not see far in front of her and continued to play with her fingers. Although the old woman lived in this desolate spot with only her daughter and she had never seen Mr. Shiftlet before, she could tell, even from a distance, that he was a tramp and no one to be afraid of. His left coat sleeve was folded up to show there was only half an arm in it and his gaunt figure listed slightly to the side as if the breeze were pushing him. He had on a black town suit and a brown felt hat that was turned up in the front and down in the back and he carried a tin tool box by a handle. He came on, at an amble, up her road, his face turned toward the sun which appeared to be balancing itself on the peak of a small mountain.
The old woman didn't change her position until he was almost into her yard; then she rose with one hand fisted on her hip. The daughter, a large girl in a short blue organdy dress, saw him all at once and jumped up and began to stamp and point and make excited speechless sounds.
Mr. Shiftlet stopped just inside the yard and set his box on the ground and tipped his hat at her as if she were not in the least afflicted; then he turned toward the old woman and swung the hat all the way off. He had long black slick hair that hung flat from a part in the middle to beyond the tips of his ears on either side. His face descended in forehead for more than half its length and ended suddenly with his features just balanced over a jutting steeltrap jaw. He seemed to be a young man but he had a look of composed dissatisfaction as if he understood life thoroughly.
"Good evening," the old woman said. She was about the size of a cedar fence post and she had a man's gray hat pulled down low over her head.
The tramp stood looking at her and didn't answer. He turned his back and faced the sunset. He swung both his whole and his short arm up slowly so that they indicated an expanse of sky and his figure formed a crooked cross. The old woman watched him with her arms folded across her chest as if she were the owner of the sun, and the daughter watched, her head thrust forward and her fat helpless hands hanging at the wrists. She had long pinkgold hair and eyes as blue as a peacock's neck.
He held the pose for almost fifty seconds and then he picked up his box and came on to the porch and dropped down on the bottom step. "Lady," he said in a firm nasal voice, "I'd give a fortune to live where I could see me a sun do that every evening."
"Does it every evening," the old woman said and sat back down. The daughter sat down too and watched him with a cautious sly look as if he were a bird that had come up very close. He leaned to one side, rooting in his pants p ...
Katherine MansfieldMiss BrillAlthough it was so brilliantl.docxtawnyataylor528
Katherine Mansfield
Miss Brill
Although it was so brilliantly fine - the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like white wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques - Miss Brill was glad that she had decided on her fur. The air was motionless, but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill, like a chill from a glass of iced water before you sip, and now and again a leaf came drifting - from nowhere, from the sky. Miss Brill put up her hand and touched her fur. Dear little thing! It was nice to feel it again. She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth-powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into the dim little eyes. "What has been happening to me?" said the sad little eyes. Oh, how sweet it was to see them snap at her again from the red eiderdown! ... But the nose, which was of some black composition, wasn't at all firm. It must have had a knock, somehow. Never mind - a little dab of black sealing-wax when the time came - when it was absolutely necessary ... Little rogue! Yes, she really felt like that about it. Little rogue biting its tail just by her left ear. She could have taken it off and laid it on her lap and stroked it. She felt a tingling in her hands and arms, but that came from walking, she supposed. And when she breathed, something light and sad - no, not sad, exactly - something gentle seemed to move in her bosom.
There were a number of people out this afternoon, far more than last Sunday. And the band sounded louder and gayer. That was because the Season had begun. For although the band played all the year round on Sundays, out of season it was never the same. It was like some one playing with only the family to listen; it didn't care how it played if there weren't any strangers present. Wasn't the conductor wearing a new coat, too? She was sure it was new. He scraped with his foot and flapped his arms like a rooster about to crow, and the bandsmen sitting in the green rotunda blew out their cheeks and glared at the music. Now there came a little "flutey" bit - very pretty! - a little chain of bright drops. She was sure it would be repeated. It was; she lifted her head and smiled.
< 2 >
Only two people shared her "special" seat: a fine old man in a velvet coat, his hands clasped over a huge carved walking-stick, and a big old woman, sitting upright, with a roll of knitting on her embroidered apron. They did not speak. This was disappointing, for Miss Brill always looked forward to the conversation. She had become really quite expert, she thought, at listening as though she didn't listen, at sitting in other people's lives just for a minute while they talked round her.
She glanced, sideways, at the old couple. Perhaps they would go soon. Last Sunday, too, hadn't been as interesting as usual. An Englishman and his wife, he wearing a dreadful Panama hat and she button boots. And she'd gone on the whole time about how she ought to wear spectac ...
1 Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet hiSilvaGraf83
1
Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet high, and is said to be the highest mountain in Africa.
Its western summit is called the Masai "Ngaje Ngai," the House of God. Close to the western summit there
is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that
altitude.
The Snows of Kilimanjaro
By Ernest Hemingway, 1938
THE MARVELLOUS THING IS THAT IT S painless," he said. "Tha 's ho o kno
when it starts."
"Is it really?"
"Absolutely. I'm awfully sorry about the odor though. That must bother you."
"Don't! Please don't."
"Look at them," he said. "Now is it sight or is it scent that brings them like that?"
The cot the man lay on was in the wide shade of a mimosa tree and as he looked out past
the shade onto the glare of the plain there were three of the big birds squatted obscenely,
while in the sky a dozen more sailed, making quick-moving shadows as they passed.
"They've been there since the day the truck broke down," he said. "Today's the first time
any have lit on the ground. I watched the way they sailed very carefully at first in case I
ever wanted to use them in a story. That's funny now.""I wish you wouldn't," she said.
"I'm only talking," he said. "It's much easier if I talk. But I don't want to bother you."
"You know it doesn't bother me," she said. "It's that I've gotten so very nervous not being
able to do anything. I think we might make it as easy as we can until the plane comes."
"Or until the plane doesn't come."
"Please tell me what I can do. There must be something I can do.
"You can take the leg off and that might stop it, though I doubt it. Or you can shoot me.
You're a good shot now. I taught you to shoot, didn't I?"
"Please don't talk that way. Couldn't I read to you?"
2
"Read what?"
"Anything in the book that we haven't read."
"I can't listen to it," he said." Talking is the easiest. We quarrel and that makes the time
pass."
"I don't quarrel. I never want to quarrel. Let's not quarrel any more. No matter how
nervous we get. Maybe they will be back with another truck today. Maybe the plane will
come."
"I don't want to move," the man said. "There is no sense in moving now except to make it
easier for you."
"That's cowardly."
"Can't you let a man die as comfortably as he can without calling him names? What's the
use of clanging me?"
"You're not going to die."
"Don't be silly. I'm dying now. Ask those bastards." He looked over to where the huge,
filthy birds sat, their naked heads sunk in the hunched feathers. A fourth planed down, to
run quick-legged and then waddle slowly toward the others.
"They are around every camp. You never notice them. You can't die if you don't give up."
"Where did you read that? You're such a bloody fool."
"You might think about some one else."
"For Christ's sake," he said, "that's been my trade."
He lay then and was quiet for a while and looked across the ...
1
Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet high, and is said to be the highest mountain in Africa.
Its western summit is called the Masai "Ngaje Ngai," the House of God. Close to the western summit there
is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that
altitude.
The Snows of Kilimanjaro
By Ernest Hemingway, 1938
THE MARVELLOUS THING IS THAT IT S painless," he said. "Tha 's ho o kno
when it starts."
"Is it really?"
"Absolutely. I'm awfully sorry about the odor though. That must bother you."
"Don't! Please don't."
"Look at them," he said. "Now is it sight or is it scent that brings them like that?"
The cot the man lay on was in the wide shade of a mimosa tree and as he looked out past
the shade onto the glare of the plain there were three of the big birds squatted obscenely,
while in the sky a dozen more sailed, making quick-moving shadows as they passed.
"They've been there since the day the truck broke down," he said. "Today's the first time
any have lit on the ground. I watched the way they sailed very carefully at first in case I
ever wanted to use them in a story. That's funny now.""I wish you wouldn't," she said.
"I'm only talking," he said. "It's much easier if I talk. But I don't want to bother you."
"You know it doesn't bother me," she said. "It's that I've gotten so very nervous not being
able to do anything. I think we might make it as easy as we can until the plane comes."
"Or until the plane doesn't come."
"Please tell me what I can do. There must be something I can do.
"You can take the leg off and that might stop it, though I doubt it. Or you can shoot me.
You're a good shot now. I taught you to shoot, didn't I?"
"Please don't talk that way. Couldn't I read to you?"
2
"Read what?"
"Anything in the book that we haven't read."
"I can't listen to it," he said." Talking is the easiest. We quarrel and that makes the time
pass."
"I don't quarrel. I never want to quarrel. Let's not quarrel any more. No matter how
nervous we get. Maybe they will be back with another truck today. Maybe the plane will
come."
"I don't want to move," the man said. "There is no sense in moving now except to make it
easier for you."
"That's cowardly."
"Can't you let a man die as comfortably as he can without calling him names? What's the
use of clanging me?"
"You're not going to die."
"Don't be silly. I'm dying now. Ask those bastards." He looked over to where the huge,
filthy birds sat, their naked heads sunk in the hunched feathers. A fourth planed down, to
run quick-legged and then waddle slowly toward the others.
"They are around every camp. You never notice them. You can't die if you don't give up."
"Where did you read that? You're such a bloody fool."
"You might think about some one else."
"For Christ's sake," he said, "that's been my trade."
He lay then and was quiet for a while and looked across the ...
Get ready for a delightful blend of travelogue, storytelling, and humour - from the ridiculous to the sublime.
Travel with us to Knossos Palace, Crete, and beyond as we share our tales and experiences through a refreshingly different lens.
A melange of storytelling, travel and humour.
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Dive into a travelogue about Knossos Palace in Crete.
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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 ...
A Worn PathEudora Welty (1941)iIt was December—a bright froz.docxrock73
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, ...
This deeply human collection of short stories explores the institutions of family and friendship and the shaken sexual relationships of people in Greece. The characters in these stories fight back against a tough reality as they are pushed to the very brink. Each story carves a sincere, dynamic path ending with a sense of harmony, justice, and optimism.
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1. When Miss Emily Grierson died, the entire town attended her funeral out of respect and curiosity, as her home had not been entered for over 10 years.
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A Worn PathEUDORA WELTY[1909–2001]It was December—a bright f.docxSALU18
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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THE DEAD
Licen se: Pu blic Dom a in
James Joyce
Lily, the caretaker's daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she
brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground
floor and helped him off with his overcoat than the wheezy hall-door bell
clanged again and she had to scamper along the bare hallway to let in another
guest. It was well for her she had not to attend to the ladies also. But Miss Kate
and Miss Julia had thought of that and had converted the bathroom upstairs into
a ladies' dressing-room. Miss Kate and Miss Julia were there, gossiping and
laughing and fussing, walking after each other to the head of the stairs, peering
down over the banisters and calling down to Lily to ask her who had come.
It was always a great affair, the Misses Morkan's annual dance. Everybody
who knew them came to it, members of the family, old friends of the family, the
members of Julia's choir, any of Kate's pupils that were grown up enough, and
even some of Mary Jane's pupils too. Never once had it fallen flat. For years and
years it had gone off in splendid style as long as anyone could remember; ever
since Kate and Julia, after the death of their brother Pat, had left the house in
Stoney Batter and taken Mary Jane, their only niece, to live with them in the
dark gaunt house on Usher's Island, the upper part of which they had rented
from Mr Fulham, the corn-factor on the ground floor. That was a good thirty
years ago if it was a day. Mary Jane, who was then a little girl in short clothes,
was now the main prop of the household, for she had the organ in Haddington
Road. She had been through the Academy and gave a pupils' concert every year
in the upper room of the Antient Concert Rooms. Many of her pupils belonged to
the better-class families on the Kingstown and Dalkey line. Old as they were, her
aunts also did their share. Julia, though she was quite grey, was still the leading
soprano in Adam and Eve's, and Kate, being too feeble to go about much, gave
music lessons to beginners on the old square piano in the back room. Lily, the
caretaker's daughter, did housemaid's work for them. Though their life was
modest they believed in eating well; the best of everything: diamond-bone
sirloins, three-shilling tea and the best bottled sto.
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1 A Rose for Emily by William Faulkner I .docxjoyjonna282
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A Rose for Emily
by William Faulkner
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When Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral: the men through
a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument, the women mostly out of curiosity to see
the inside of her house, which no one save an old manservant---a combined gardener and cook-
had seen in at least ten years.
It was a big, squarish frame house that had once been white, decorated with cupolas
and spires and scrolled balconies in the heavily lightsome style of the seventies, set on what
had once been our most select street. But garages and cotton gins had encroached and
obliterated even the august names of that neighbourhood; only Miss Emily's house was left,
lifting its stubborn and coquettish decay above the cotton wagons and the gasoline pumps-an
eyesore among eyesores. And now Miss Emily had gone to join the representatives of those
august names where they lay in the cedarbemused cemetery among the ranked and
anonymous graves of Union and Confederate soldiers who fell at the battle of Jefferson.
Alive, Miss Emily had been a tradition, a duty, and a care; a sort of hereditary
obligation upon the town, dating from that day in 1894 when Colonel Sartoris, the mayor-he
who fathered the edict that no Negro woman should appear on the streets without an apron--
remitted her taxes, the dispensation dating from the death of her father on into perpetuity.
Not that Miss' Emily would have accepted charity. Colonel Sartoris invented an involved tale
to the effect that Miss Emily's father had loaned money to the town, which the town, as a
matter of business, preferred this way of repaying. Only a man of Colonel Sartoris' generation
and thought could have
invented it, and only a woman could have believed it.
When the next generation, with its more modem ideas, became mayors and aldermen,
this arrangement created some little dissatisfaction. On the first of the year they mailed her a
tax notice. February came, and there was no reply. They wrote her a formal letter, asking her
to call at the sheriff s office at her convenience. A week later the mayor wrote her himself,
offering to call or to send his car for her, and received in reply a note on paper of an archaic
shape, in a thin, flowing calligraphy in faded ink, to the effect that she no longer went out at
all.
The tax notice was also enclosed, without comment.
They called a special meeting of the Board of Aldermen. A deputation waited upon
her, knocked at the door through which no visitor had passed since she ceased giving china-
painting lessons eight or ten years earlier. They were admitted by the old Negro into a dim
hall from which a staircase mounted into still more shadow. It smelled of dust and disuse-a
close, dank smell. The Negro led them into the parlour. It was furnished in heavy, leather-
covered furniture. When the Negro opened the blinds of one window, ...
1 Miss Brill by Katherine Mansfield Although it wa.docxjeremylockett77
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Miss Brill
by Katherine Mansfield
Although it was so brilliantly fine--the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like
white wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques°-- Miss Brill° was glad that she had decided on
her fur. The air was motionless, but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill,
like a chill from a glass of iced water before you sip, and now and again a leaf came drifting--
from nowhere, from the sky. Miss Brill put up her hand and touched her fur. Dear little thing! It
was nice to feel it again. She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth-
powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into the dim little eyes. "What has been
happening to me?" said the sad little eyes. Oh, how sweet it was to see them snap at her again
from the red eiderdown!...But the nose, which was of some black composition, wasn't at all
firm. It must have had a knock, somehow. Never mind--a little dab of black sealing-wax when
the time came--when it was absolutely necessary...Little rogue! Yes, she really felt like that
about it. Little rogue biting its tail just by her left ear. She could have taken it off and laid it on
her lap and stroked it. She felt a tingling in her hands and arms, but that came from walking,
she supposed. And when she breathed, something light and sad--no, not sad, exactly--
something gentle seemed to move in her bosom.
There were a number of people out this afternoon, far more than last Sunday. And the band
sounded louder and gayer. That was because the Season had begun. For although the band
played all the year round on Sundays, out of season it was never the same. It was like someone
playing with only the family to listen; it didn't care how it played if there weren't any strangers
present. Wasn't the conductor wearing a new coat, too? She was sure it was new. He scraped
with his foot and flapped his arms like a rooster about to crow, and the bandsmen sitting in the
green rotunda blew out their cheeks and glared at the music. Now there came a little "flutey"
bit--very pretty!--a little chain of bright drops. She was sure it would be repeated. It was; she
lifted her head and smiled.
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Only two people shared her "special" seat: a fine old man in a velvet coat, his hands clasped
over a huge carved walking-stick, and a big old woman, sitting upright, with a roll of knitting on
her embroidered apron. They did not speak. This was disappointing, for Miss Brill always looked
forward to the conversation. She had become really quite expert, she thought, at listening as
though she didn't listen, at sitting in other people's lives just for a minute while they talked
round her.
She glanced, sideways, at the old couple. Perhaps they would go soon. Last Sunday, too, hadn't
been as interesting as usual. An Englishman and his wife, he wearing a dreadful Panama hat and
she button boots. And she'd gone on the whole t ...
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3. Include at least one chart, diagram, or another graphic organizer that explores
multimedia/hypermedia, and/or distance learning’s potential in the content area you teach.
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distance learning share, those that make them different from each other, and possible
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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 ...
A Worn PathEudora Welty (1941)iIt was December—a bright froz.docxrock73
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, ...
This deeply human collection of short stories explores the institutions of family and friendship and the shaken sexual relationships of people in Greece. The characters in these stories fight back against a tough reality as they are pushed to the very brink. Each story carves a sincere, dynamic path ending with a sense of harmony, justice, and optimism.
In Greece, nothing reminds us of America. Here, there is no Hollywood, Las Vegas, or Route 66 with motels built in the middle of nowhere. Here, everything seems different. Well, this is not America (or . . . is it?).
In A Good Day on the River, two brothers decide to visit their mother after twenty-five years. On their way, they stumble upon a gas station where something startling occurs.
In Do the Right Thing, a couple is pushed to the brink of separation when the Swedish wife decides to move back to her country with their teenage daughter.
In A Few Words of Grace, a woman loses her faith in God and in Can You Stay Sober Tonight? a man finds his.
In I Apologize to You, Sir after a widowed mother encounters racial violence, she writes a letter of indignation to a newspaper.
This document provides a biography of American author William Faulkner. It states that Faulkner (1897-1962) grew up in Oxford, Mississippi and served in the British and Canadian air forces during World War I. Except for some travels, he worked on his novels and short stories on a farm in Oxford. The document provides brief biographical details about Faulkner's birthplace, parents, and his great-grandfather who was also a writer.
This document is an excerpt from a book titled "Golf Among the Druids" that describes a man named Billy's story of how he came to live on the mythical island of Hy-Brasil after being shipwrecked as a child. The excerpt describes Billy's chance meeting with the narrator at a golf course where he overwhelmingly beats him in a round. Billy then tells the narrator the story of how he was rescued from drowning by mermaids and brought to Hy-Brasil, a lush island inhabited by druids where he was taken in by a shepherd and his wife. Billy provides vivid descriptions of life on Hy-Brasil, including the island's natural beauty and abundance
The document is a poem by Banjo Paterson titled "A Bush Christening". It describes a settler family living in the Australian bush who have not had their young son christened. When a preacher arrives to perform the christening, the son is afraid of being branded like cattle. He hides in a log to avoid it. The preacher and father try to coax him out, and when he emerges quickly, the preacher names him "Maginnis" on the spot without knowing his real name. The poem humorously depicts a makeshift bush christening.
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This document contains a summary of three novellas by George R.R. Martin titled "Three Tales of Dunk & Egg" set 90 years before "A Game of Thrones". It also includes the full text of the first story "The Hedge Knight". The summary describes how the novellas follow the adventures of Dunk and Egg and have not been published together. The full story introduces Dunk, a hedge knight, as he buries his former master and considers his options. He decides to enter a tournament at Ashford and has an encounter at an inn with a strange lord and a boy who wants to be his squire.
A man has been desperately searching his home for over 180 days to find his winning lottery ticket worth £360,000 before the midnight deadline. After tearing his home apart, he finally finds the ticket tucked inside a book. He celebrates by drinking whiskey and plans to use the money to reunite with his sons who were taken away by child services. He drives to the nearest town to call them and claim his prize before the deadline.
1. When Miss Emily Grierson died, the entire town attended her funeral out of respect and curiosity, as her home had not been entered for over 10 years.
2. Miss Emily had long been an eccentric figure in the town, remitting her taxes for decades based on a story invented by a former mayor. When a new generation of leaders questioned this, she refused to pay or discuss the matter further.
3. The document provides background on Miss Emily and describes the town's increasing concern and involvement in her affairs over many years, including an unpleasant odor coming from her home that was eventually addressed. It establishes her as a proud, reclusive figure who resisted the town's involvement in her private life.
1) Macario was the chief of a gang of highwaymen in Laguna de Bay in the Philippines. On Christmas Eve, he stationed himself by the road hoping to rob someone.
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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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THE DEAD
Licen se: Pu blic Dom a in
James Joyce
Lily, the caretaker's daughter, was literally run off her feet. Hardly had she
brought one gentleman into the little pantry behind the office on the ground
floor and helped him off with his overcoat than the wheezy hall-door bell
clanged again and she had to scamper along the bare hallway to let in another
guest. It was well for her she had not to attend to the ladies also. But Miss Kate
and Miss Julia had thought of that and had converted the bathroom upstairs into
a ladies' dressing-room. Miss Kate and Miss Julia were there, gossiping and
laughing and fussing, walking after each other to the head of the stairs, peering
down over the banisters and calling down to Lily to ask her who had come.
It was always a great affair, the Misses Morkan's annual dance. Everybody
who knew them came to it, members of the family, old friends of the family, the
members of Julia's choir, any of Kate's pupils that were grown up enough, and
even some of Mary Jane's pupils too. Never once had it fallen flat. For years and
years it had gone off in splendid style as long as anyone could remember; ever
since Kate and Julia, after the death of their brother Pat, had left the house in
Stoney Batter and taken Mary Jane, their only niece, to live with them in the
dark gaunt house on Usher's Island, the upper part of which they had rented
from Mr Fulham, the corn-factor on the ground floor. That was a good thirty
years ago if it was a day. Mary Jane, who was then a little girl in short clothes,
was now the main prop of the household, for she had the organ in Haddington
Road. She had been through the Academy and gave a pupils' concert every year
in the upper room of the Antient Concert Rooms. Many of her pupils belonged to
the better-class families on the Kingstown and Dalkey line. Old as they were, her
aunts also did their share. Julia, though she was quite grey, was still the leading
soprano in Adam and Eve's, and Kate, being too feeble to go about much, gave
music lessons to beginners on the old square piano in the back room. Lily, the
caretaker's daughter, did housemaid's work for them. Though their life was
modest they believed in eating well; the best of everything: diamond-bone
sirloins, three-shilling tea and the best bottled sto.
This document is a summary of the novel Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. It provides a table of contents that outlines the book's three parts and chapter titles. It then presents an excerpt from the first chapter titled "The Theme." The excerpt introduces the character of Eddie Willers and describes his growing sense of unease and apprehension. It also touches on his childhood memories and current work for the Taggart Transcontinental railroad, run by his friend James Taggart. The summary briefly sets up the context and characters involved in the novel.
1 A Rose for Emily by William Faulkner I .docxjoyjonna282
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A Rose for Emily
by William Faulkner
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When Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral: the men through
a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument, the women mostly out of curiosity to see
the inside of her house, which no one save an old manservant---a combined gardener and cook-
had seen in at least ten years.
It was a big, squarish frame house that had once been white, decorated with cupolas
and spires and scrolled balconies in the heavily lightsome style of the seventies, set on what
had once been our most select street. But garages and cotton gins had encroached and
obliterated even the august names of that neighbourhood; only Miss Emily's house was left,
lifting its stubborn and coquettish decay above the cotton wagons and the gasoline pumps-an
eyesore among eyesores. And now Miss Emily had gone to join the representatives of those
august names where they lay in the cedarbemused cemetery among the ranked and
anonymous graves of Union and Confederate soldiers who fell at the battle of Jefferson.
Alive, Miss Emily had been a tradition, a duty, and a care; a sort of hereditary
obligation upon the town, dating from that day in 1894 when Colonel Sartoris, the mayor-he
who fathered the edict that no Negro woman should appear on the streets without an apron--
remitted her taxes, the dispensation dating from the death of her father on into perpetuity.
Not that Miss' Emily would have accepted charity. Colonel Sartoris invented an involved tale
to the effect that Miss Emily's father had loaned money to the town, which the town, as a
matter of business, preferred this way of repaying. Only a man of Colonel Sartoris' generation
and thought could have
invented it, and only a woman could have believed it.
When the next generation, with its more modem ideas, became mayors and aldermen,
this arrangement created some little dissatisfaction. On the first of the year they mailed her a
tax notice. February came, and there was no reply. They wrote her a formal letter, asking her
to call at the sheriff s office at her convenience. A week later the mayor wrote her himself,
offering to call or to send his car for her, and received in reply a note on paper of an archaic
shape, in a thin, flowing calligraphy in faded ink, to the effect that she no longer went out at
all.
The tax notice was also enclosed, without comment.
They called a special meeting of the Board of Aldermen. A deputation waited upon
her, knocked at the door through which no visitor had passed since she ceased giving china-
painting lessons eight or ten years earlier. They were admitted by the old Negro into a dim
hall from which a staircase mounted into still more shadow. It smelled of dust and disuse-a
close, dank smell. The Negro led them into the parlour. It was furnished in heavy, leather-
covered furniture. When the Negro opened the blinds of one window, ...
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Miss Brill
by Katherine Mansfield
Although it was so brilliantly fine--the blue sky powdered with gold and great spots of light like
white wine splashed over the Jardins Publiques°-- Miss Brill° was glad that she had decided on
her fur. The air was motionless, but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill,
like a chill from a glass of iced water before you sip, and now and again a leaf came drifting--
from nowhere, from the sky. Miss Brill put up her hand and touched her fur. Dear little thing! It
was nice to feel it again. She had taken it out of its box that afternoon, shaken out the moth-
powder, given it a good brush, and rubbed the life back into the dim little eyes. "What has been
happening to me?" said the sad little eyes. Oh, how sweet it was to see them snap at her again
from the red eiderdown!...But the nose, which was of some black composition, wasn't at all
firm. It must have had a knock, somehow. Never mind--a little dab of black sealing-wax when
the time came--when it was absolutely necessary...Little rogue! Yes, she really felt like that
about it. Little rogue biting its tail just by her left ear. She could have taken it off and laid it on
her lap and stroked it. She felt a tingling in her hands and arms, but that came from walking,
she supposed. And when she breathed, something light and sad--no, not sad, exactly--
something gentle seemed to move in her bosom.
There were a number of people out this afternoon, far more than last Sunday. And the band
sounded louder and gayer. That was because the Season had begun. For although the band
played all the year round on Sundays, out of season it was never the same. It was like someone
playing with only the family to listen; it didn't care how it played if there weren't any strangers
present. Wasn't the conductor wearing a new coat, too? She was sure it was new. He scraped
with his foot and flapped his arms like a rooster about to crow, and the bandsmen sitting in the
green rotunda blew out their cheeks and glared at the music. Now there came a little "flutey"
bit--very pretty!--a little chain of bright drops. She was sure it would be repeated. It was; she
lifted her head and smiled.
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Only two people shared her "special" seat: a fine old man in a velvet coat, his hands clasped
over a huge carved walking-stick, and a big old woman, sitting upright, with a roll of knitting on
her embroidered apron. They did not speak. This was disappointing, for Miss Brill always looked
forward to the conversation. She had become really quite expert, she thought, at listening as
though she didn't listen, at sitting in other people's lives just for a minute while they talked
round her.
She glanced, sideways, at the old couple. Perhaps they would go soon. Last Sunday, too, hadn't
been as interesting as usual. An Englishman and his wife, he wearing a dreadful Panama hat and
she button boots. And she'd gone on the whole t ...
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The following list includes the requirements for this assignment:
1. Create a presentation to demonstrate what role
multimedia/hypermedia and/or distance learning can play on student learning outcomes
in your own content area to faculty, parents, or professional colleagues.
2. Choose one of the following "presentation technology" modes. It can be a PowerPoint presentation, a video cast, a Web page (Webinar), or a WebQuest that would be most appropriate for you and your audience. In your presentation,
3. Include at least one chart, diagram, or another graphic organizer that explores
multimedia/hypermedia, and/or distance learning’s potential in the content area you teach.
4.Then, list, describe, or illustrate the defining characteristics of multimedia/hypermedia, and
distance learning share, those that make them different from each other, and possible
application(s) for improving student learning in your classroom.
5. You are presenting this to an audience of your grade level or department colleagues,
or the parent or teacher organization. Your presentation should demonstrate multimedia/
hypermedia, and distance learning’s high relative advantage for attaining student
learning goals.
6. Describe the purpose of the presentation and the rationale for the
"presentation technology" ( webpage, PowerPoint or similar software, videocast or WebQuest) selected. Make sure to include :
A. an introduction
B. motivating, questions and opportunities for audience participation.
D. In PowerPoint presentations, please use the “speaker notes” when appropriate.
E. Your presentation is designed to convince your audience to support the purchase and use of multimedia/hypermedia or distance learning tools. When preparing this assignment, please revisit these sections in our text. (Starting on Page 171
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The following links are used to expose you to the historical events of the Scottsboro Trials, the events that inspired author Harper Lee to write her autobiographical novel.
Web Resources
Title:
Seattle Times : Martin Luther King Jr. - Civil Rights Timeline
URL:
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/mlk/king/timeline.html
Annotation:
This civil rights timeline may serve as a good introduction or reminder of the historical events that shaped the civil rights movement.
Title:
Famous American Trials
URL:
http://www.law.umkc.edu/faculty/projects/FTrials/scottsboro/scottsb.htm
Annotation:
This University of Missouri - Kansas City Law School webpage provides details regarding the historical Scottsboro Trials.
Title:
Scottsboro : An American Tragedy
URL:
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/scottsboro/index.html
Annotation:
This PBS movie documents the Scottsboro tragedy upon which Harper Lee based her novel.
Harper Lee's novel was published in 1960. The following presentation details some events that led up to the Civil Rights Movement of the late 1950s-1960. It sheds light on the social and political climate of the time that the novel was published.
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The first regulation in dealing with the hemp in German is the lic.docxadelaider1
The first regulation in dealing with the hemp in German is the license acquisition for compliance with the Single Convention on Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs of the United Nations. This qualifies the company or individuals to be able to produce or sell prohibited cannabis for medical services. Being part of the United Nations, German had to implement the Berlin treaty, which required licensure of all companies that deal with cannabis importation to German, especially Canadian companies which consists the major European medical cannabis market (Warf, 2014).
In addition, cannabis trading is considered a pharmaceutical market product in Europe. By this fact, therefore, all products must fully meet the GMP or ISO certification and European Union certification in both countries, which means that certificates have to be acquired from the country of origin. Countries that are outside the European Union and are already doing the product, they have to get GMP compliant certification which is needed for importation. Even when the company dealing with the product has acquired this certification, they yet again have to get a license from the country which is being traded. This requirement is a huge setback to companies from the United States due to federal policy restrictions (Duvall, 2016).
Moreover, dealers in the hump import to Germany face the challenge of the multi-billion dollar cap. This is another form of regulation in German in which the product has to be sold to the pharmaceutical wholesalers, instead of being sold directly to the dispensaries, as it is in other countries. This aspect is made to increase the competition index among the distributors the only a few of them that will comply with the requirements will be better placed in carrying out the business. Another implication of the regulation is that huge capital input is required so that the required quantity for meeting the wholesaler demand is necessary. Therefore, this regulation automatically puts a baseline for the small scale cannabis dealers and gives large companies an early advantage (Warf, 2014).
Again, in Germany, there are high import taxes for certain products. The level of the tax that is set for the hump imports is enshrined by the 2016 cap that provided the tariffs at 4.2% for imports that are from the European Union block. However, this rate is quite high for non-EU imports which put it at 19%. The high tariffs are a challenge to the importation of hub (Duvall, 2016).
CONSTRUCTING 10 STRATEGIC POINTS 2
Constructing 10 Strategic Points
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Uncivility in the psychology of the undergraduate education program
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The following just needs a reply 250 words plsI have chosen .docxadelaider1
The following just needs a reply 250 words pls
I have chosen the Patriot Academy to discuss today. Patriot Academy was founded by an attorney by the name of Rick Green. The first Patriot Academy was held in Texas in 2003 and has since grown exponentially. The purpose of this organization is to equip the new and upcoming generation of leaders to champion the cause of freedom and truth in government, media, entertainment and education (Patriot Academy, 2020). It is helping our future leaders be equipped to bring our nation back to the principles it was founded on through specific strategies such as training, demonstrating, teaching and inspiring. This has a huge impact on our culture, in a positive way. In a previous assignment I stated how important it is for the coming generations to preserve what our constitution stands for. And this organization is doing just that. President Ronald Reagan famously said, “Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction.” (Patriot Academy, 2020). The website says, “Unless we motivate and equip the rising generation to take up the torch of freedom and carry it forward, it will become extinguished forever.” (Patriot Academy, 2020). I’m not sure there is anything for scary than that happening. The more I am reading in this class and learning, I think it is important (now more than ever) for everyone, especially those in politics and government, to be well versed in the political process and culture, so we can protect our freedom. We are in desperate need of a generation who will stand up for that freedom and to lead America. I’m grateful for the leadership of Rick Green and him seeing this foundation as necessary. He saw that we had weaknesses, but that we have a standard to uphold and what a privilege that really is. Reading through the testimonials, one stuck out from David Barton. He stated that principled leaders are not born, they are trained. And that’s exactly what the Patriot Academy does. Trains future leaders to stand up for what is right and protect what is ours. The day we have self-sacrificing leaders in politics instead of self-righteous ones, will be a good day. I had no idea foundations like this existed, but I am thankful they do.
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Live Action's mission is to create a culture of life and change hearts and minds on athe following just needs a bortion by creating and distributing compelling, multi-platform media content that will educate, inspire and activadiences around thorld.”
Live Action is a Pro life activist Group founded by Lila Rose. Abortion is a heated topic now, but Live action is Trying to bring light to the widespread misinformation on the truth about abortion. Often the information that’s being shared is biased towards the more “progressive” narrative that boasts abortion on demand and often denies a fetus’s humanity. They exposed a long-term pattern of abuse of the system. From underage abuse to sex trafficking victims having the evidence of the abuse covered up. They have shared video evidence of the illegal sharing of human fetal tissue. As well as helped get justice for trafficked victims. They have brought to the forefront of our media pages the truth on the risks of abortion as a procedure as well as the inhumanity of taking human life. Organizations such as planned parenthood often make claims to deny the life of the fetus or say its just a clump of cells, but live action has shown to a wide audience the reality of that innocent life.
The impact Live action has had on our society as a whole has been a larger percentage of students collage age and up have become more prolife and are starting to recognize the ramifications of abortion and the inhumane laws that are being passed in states such as New York that now allow termination up until birth.
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The following is the pre-closing trial balance for Allen University .docxadelaider1
The following is the pre-closing trial balance for Allen University as of June 30, 2014. Additional information related to net assets and the statement of cash flows is also provided.
Additional information:
Net assets released from temporary restrictions totaled $426,850. The gain resulting from the sale of investments was unrestricted. Twenty percent of the unrealized gain is related to permanantely restricted net assets and 10 percent is related to temporarily restricted net assets, with the remainder related to unrestricted net assets.
Additional informatio is as follows:
The balance in cash and cash equivalents as of July 30, 2012, was $615,540.
Tuition and Fees Receivable increased by $10,230.
Pledges Receivable decreased by $1,560.
Allowance for Doubtful Accounts was increased by $770 (the bad debt was netted against Tuition Fees).
Accounts payable decreased by $2,900.
Accrued Liabilities decreased by $1,120.
Deferred Revenue increased by $6,200.
Depreciation Expense was $30,070.
Cash of $100,000 was used to retire bonds.
Investments were sold for $1,500,000 (at a gain of $70,000) and others were purchased for $1,250,000.
Unrestricted net assets were used to purchase equipment at a cost if $33,000.
a. Prepare a statement of activities for the year ended June 30, 2014
b. Prepare a statement of financial position for June 30, 2014
Trial Balance Below:
Cash: $516,600 (DR)
Investments: $3,200,000 (DR)
Tuition and Fees Receivable: $372,400 (DR)
Allowance for Doubtful Accounts: $75,600 (CR)
Pledges Receivable: $223,000 (DR)
Allowance for Doubtful Pledges: $79,000 (CR)
Property Plant & Equipment: $2,196,160 (DR)
Accumulated Depreciation: $658,720 (CR)
Accounts Payable: $103,000 (CR)
Accrued Liabilities: $37,500 (CR)
Deposits held in Custody for Others: $17,570 (CR)
Deferred Revenue: $62,150 (CR)
Bonds Payable: $792,000 (CR)
Net Assets-Unrestricted: $3,353,110 (CR)
Net Assets-Temporarily Restricted: $340,600 (CR)
Net Assets-Permanently Restricted: $980,000 (CR)
Net Assets Released from Restrictions-Temporarily Restricted: $426,850 (DR)
Net Assets Released from Restrictions-Unrestricted: $426,850 (CR)
Tuition and Fees: $1,290,750
Tuition and Fees Discount and Allowances: $327,000 (DR)
Contributions-Unrestricted: $310,200 (CR)
Contributions-Temporarily Restricted: $177,000 (CR)
Contributions-Unrestricted: $150,000 (CR)
Grants and Contracts-Temporarily Restricted: $324,000 (CR)
Investment Income-Unrestricted: $50,500 (CR)
Investment Income-Temporarily Restricted: $29,500 (CR)
Other Revenue: $13,250 (CR)
Auxiliary Enterprise Sales and Services: $153,560 (CR)
Gain on Sale of Investments: $70,000 (CR)
Unrealized Gain on Investments: $179,200 (CR)
Instruction Expense: $1,044,630 (DR)
Research Expense: $571,800 (DR)
Academic Support Expense: $240,560 (DR)
Student Services Expense: $193,000 (DR)
Institutional Support Expens: $203,360 (DR)
Auxiliary Enterprise Expenses: $158,700 (DR)
Total: $9,674,060
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The human understanding of illness can be either naturalistic, viewing the cause of illness from holistic natural forces, or magicoreligious, believing illness comes from supernatural sources. In contrast, the scientific understanding focuses on mechanical causation and objective assessment of bodily functions, separating the natural and supernatural.
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Dianelis Pons
Community Nursing
Professor. Lisys Camacho
Florida National University
September 2020
The development of Public Hygiene stopped during feudalism and began to resurface with the Industrial Revolution (xviii) with Raus, Ramazini and, above all, Johan Peter Frank. The latter is considered the "Father of Public Health" and established the medical police. At that time is when the State, in order to conserve the productive forces, takes greater part in controlling water and cleaning, also adding some aspects of the way of life, such as control of food and occupational diseases (Bush, 2018).
The 19th century was one of great advances in medicine due to the appearance of medical equipment and the discoveries of bacteriology made by Pasteur in 1870 and Koch in 1882 (Bush, 2018). Together with the above and the appearance of social medicine, in the second half of this century, the development of public health is encouraged, expanding health measures by the States and beginning the development of health services, as happened in Russia in 1865 and in Germany in 1883 (Coovadia et al., 2009). In the first half of the 20th century, due to an awakening of interest in health, advances were made in this field and the ministries of public health emerged. In relation to the latter there is a historical fact of great importance when the first in the world was created in Cuba, as the Ministry of Health and Welfare, and later they emerged in Germany, England, France and others (Bush, 2018).
At this time authors such as Sigerist, Rosen, Lee and Jones stand out and one of the first definitions of public health emerges, at least one of the best known, made by the North American Winslow in 1920, which due to its importance is reproduced below:
"Public Health is the art of preventing diseases, prolonging life, promoting health and efficiency through the organized effort of the community for: environmental sanitation; Control of Communicable Diseases; education in personal Hygiene; organization of medical services and nursing for the early diagnosis and preventive treatment of diseases and the development of the social mechanism that ensures each one an adequate standard of living for the preservation of health; organizing these benefits so that each citizen is in conditions of their right natural to health and longevity” (Coovadia et al., 2009).
Prevention marks the beginning of a new stage after the first epidemiological revolution, which increases with the second epidemiological revolution. Thus, public health continues to expand its field and its functions and integrates preventive care for people and that of the natural environment, the social environment, and also aspects of curative care (Coovadia et al., 2009).
There is currently a broad consensus that public health has become an integrative .
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Chapter 45
a. Because the symptomatology is consistent with the presentation of the virus and the odd are also in favor of this assumption being that “is responsible for the majority of nonbacterial food-borne epidemic gastroenteritis in all age groups” (Grossman & Porth, 2014, p.1190). This virus is characterized for nausea, vomiting, watery diarrhea and it solves within one to three days. Given that the scenario occurs in a cruise, it can come from contaminated food or water and from contaminated surfaces or direct contact with the emissions of contaminated patients; the fact that the patients are in such closed quarters makes for easier transmission.
b. Main concern with Norovirus is dehydration that results from the loss of fluids, given the age of the population, this concern is increased. The elderly population is particularly at risk for dehydration, hypovolemia and electrolyte imbalances that can result in arrhythmias. Rehydration must be addressed in order to avoid these complications. (Ignatavicius, Workman, Blair, Rebar, & Winkelman, 2016)
References
Grossman, S. C., & Porth, C. M. (2014). Porths pathophysiology concepts of altered health states. Philadelphia: Wolters Kluwer Lippincott Williams & Wilkins.
Ignatavicius, D. D., Workman, M. L., Blair, M., Rebar, C. R., & Winkelman, C. (2016). Medical-surgical nursing: patient-centered collaborative care. St. Louis, MO: Elsevier.
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7. Talk to the patient about privacy and comfort issues related to positioning during the examination. The older adults have difficulty assuming the lithotomy position requiring an alternate position. Ask regarding preferred position, limit the number of times a change in position is required and adapt to the setting and the patient situation (Ball, Dains, Flynn, Solomon & Stewart, 2014).
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The following is a true story - and it made national headlines several years ago. A Houston Texans football player and his wife got the call from a hospital in Dallas that his wife's mother (the football player's mother in law) was dying and only had a few minutes left to live. They hopped in the car and sped toward the hospital around midnight. Not many cars were on the road. As they were approaching the hospital, they ran a couple of red lights to get them there faster. A police officer saw this, and pulled them over as they were pulling into the hospital. The couple seeing the lights called ahead to the hospital to have a nurse meet them to substantiate their story that their mother was dying and only had a few minutes left.
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The following is a list of the major general ideas, ideals, and values of the Enlightenment
found in Voltaire’s
Candide
, published in 1759. They are concepts as the Enlightenment philosophes understood them.
1.
Freedom
: especially freedom of thought, necessary for autonomy (“freedom from external control or influence; independence”), as Kant indicated in his definition of Enlightenment;
2.
Humanism:
a concern for humanity, what is uniquely human, and for solving human problems;
3.
Cosmopolitanism:
familiarity with different cultures obtained through travel;
4.
Toleration;
the practice of tolerating people who differ from you in their opinions, practices, religions, etc.
5.
Secularism:
worldliness; removing religion from explanations about how the world or aspects of it work;
6.
Pagan self-reliance:
relying on yourself to solve problems, instead of praying to your god or the gods to help you;
7.
Empiricism:
strictly speaking, “the theory that all knowledge is derived from sense-experience”; but it can also mean, as Voltaire used it, learning from experience;
8. For
cultural relativism:
‘the idea that a person's beliefs, values, and practices should be understood based on that person's own culture, rather than be judged against the criteria of another”; in other words, it means being non-judgmental when one encounters people who display different practices or beliefs than those accepted as the norm in your culture; that is, you try to understand people who are different in terms of their culture, not yours. As such,
it is the opposite of ethnocentrism
, which constitutes being judgmental, as one evaluates “other cultures according to preconceptions originating in the standards and customs of one's own culture,” This can be a toughie, so here’s a clue from
Candide
: monkeys, and the difference between how Candide and Cacambo react when they see them.
9.
Realism:
“the attitude or practice of accepting a situation as it is and being prepared to deal with it accordingly.” Let’s see.
Candide
is subtitled
Optimism
, a stance that is represented by Pangloss; Martin, another character, is a pessimist in his outlook, the complete opposite of Pangloss. Which
three
characters represent realism?
Bonus: What is the meaning of the famous last line of
Candide
? “’All that is very well,’ answered Candide, ‘but let us cultivate our garden.’” What does Voltaire mean? Provide a brief explanation.
Your assignment is to find a scene or a theme in
Candide
that illustrates concepts one through nine and explain briefly how it does.
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Focus of the Final Paper
The final assignment for the course is a Final Paper on two cases. The Final Paper should demonstrate understanding of the reading as well as the implications of new knowledge. The eight- to ten-page paper should integrate readings and course discussions into work and life experiences. It may include an explanation and examples from previous experiences as well as implications for future applications.
Read the case study at the end of Chapter 15 and the case study at the end of Chapter 16, and thoroughly answer all the following questions. Supplement your answers with scholarly research using the Ashford Online Library. Each case study should be addressed in four to five pages, resulting in a combined Final Paper of eight to ten pages.
Chapter 15 Case Study: The Realco Breadmaster
Develop a master production schedule for the breadmaker. What do the projected ending inventory and available-to-promise numbers look like? Has Realco “overpromised”? In your view, should Realco update either the forecast or the production numbers?
Comment on Jack’s approach to order promising. What are the advantages? The disadvantages? How would formal master scheduling improve this process? What organizational changes would be required?
Following up on Question 2, which do you think is worse, refusing a customer’s order upfront because you don’t have the units available or accepting the order and then failing to deliver? What are the implications for master scheduling?
Suppose Realco produces 20,000 breadmakers every week, rather than 40,000 every other week. According to the master schedule record, what impact would this have on average inventory levels?
Chapter 16 Case Study: A Bumpy Road for Toyota
Is Toyota’s focus on quality consistent with the Lean philosophy? Can a firm actually follow the Lean philosophy without having a strong quality focus? Explain.
Who are the “coordinators” referred to in the article? What role have they played in educating Toyota’s workforce in promoting the TPS (Toyota Production System) philosophy? Why are they so hard to replicate?
According to Hajime Oba, what is wrong with Detroit’s approach to Lean? Based on your understanding of American auto manufacturers, do you agree or disagree?
There is an old saying “Haste makes Waste.” How does this apply to what is happening in the Georgetown plant? What is Toyota doing about it?
Writing the Final Paper
The Final Paper:
Must be eight to ten double-spaced pages in length, in addition to the title page and reference page, and formatted according to APA style as outlined in the Ashford Writing Center.
Must include a title page with the following:
Title of paper
Student’s name
Course name and number
Instructor’s name
Date submitted
Leave the title page blank and I will fill it in.
Must begin with an introductory paragraph that has a succinct thesis statement.
Must address the topic of the paper with crit.
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The following information is available to reconcile Clark Company’s book balance of cash with its bank statement cash balance as of July 31, 2011.
a.
On July 31, the company’s Cash account has a $26,193 debit balance, but its July bank statement shows a $28,020 cash balance.
b.
Check No. 3031 for $1,380 and Check No. 3040 for $552 were outstanding on the June 30 bank reconciliation. Check No. 3040 is listed with the July canceled checks, but Check No. 3031 is not. Also, Check No. 3065 for $336 and Check No. 3069 for $2,148, both written in July, are not among the canceled checks on the July 31 statement.
c.
In comparing the canceled checks on the bank statement with the entries in the accounting records, it is found that Check No. 3056 for July rent was correctly written and drawn for $1,250 but was erroneously entered in the accounting records as $1,230.
d.
A credit memorandum enclosed with the July bank statement indicates the bank collected $9,000 cash on a non-interest-bearing note for Clark, deducted a $45 collection fee, and credited the remainder to its account. Clark had not recorded this event before receiving the statement.
e.
A debit memorandum for $805 lists a $795 NSF check plus a $10 NSF charge. The check had been received from a customer, Jim Shaw. Clark has not yet recorded this check as NSF.
f.
Enclosed with the July statement is a $15 debit memorandum for bank services. It has not yet been recorded because no previous notification had been received.
g.
Clark’s July 31 daily cash receipts of $10,152 were placed in the bank’s night depository on that date, but do not appear on the July 31 bank statement.
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Problem 6-4A Part 1
Required:
1.
Prepare the bank reconciliation for this company as of July 31, 2011.
(Input all amounts as positive values. Omit the "$" sign in your response.)
CLARK COMPANY
Bank Reconciliation
July 31, 2011
Bank statement balance
$
$
$
Problem 6-4A Part 2
2.
Prepare the journal entries necessary to bring the company’s book balance of cash into conformity with the reconciled cash balance as of July 31, 2011.
(Omit the "$" sign in your response.)
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General Journal
Debit
Credit
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The following information is from the comparative balance sheets of Discovery Tech Corporation at June 30, 2011 AND 2010
(IN THOUSANDS) AT June 30 2011 2010
Current Assets:
Cash $2,750 $2,115
Accounts Receivable 3,000 2,750
Inventory 1,700 1,025
Prepaid Insurance 270 320
Total Current Assets $7,720 $6,210
Current Liabilitieis
Accounts payable $1,800 $1,750
Salaries Payable $3,750 $3,150
Total Current Liabilities $5,550 $4,900
Net income for the year ended Jan 30, 2011, was $425,000. Depreciation expense of $105,000 was included in the operating expenses for the year.
Requirement
Use the indirect method to prepare the cash from operations section of the statement of cash flows for Discovery Tech Corportation for the year ended June 30, 2011
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The following information is available for an enterprise’s security investments as of December 31, 2008:
Valuation
Market
Original
Allowance
Value
Investment
Cost
12/31/2007
Classification
12/31/2008
Costco stock
$ 40,000
$3,000 dr.
SAS
$
39,000
Wal-Mart bonds
$ 30,000
$ 2,000 cr.
TS
$
32,000
The Wal-Mart bonds were purchased at par value.
SAS = securities available-for-sale
TS = trading securities
What is the 2008 holding gain or loss recognized in 2008 earnings and directly to stockholders’ equity?
a.
Earnings: $4,000 loss Stockholders’ Equity: $4,000 loss
b.
Earnings: $4,000 gain Stockholders’ Equity: $4,000 gain
c.
Earnings: $4,000 loss Stockholders’ Equity: $4,000 gain
d.
Earnings: $4,000 gain Stockholders’ Equity: $4,000 loss
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How Is Coronavirus Spread? Here's What You Should (and Shouldn't)
Worry About
by Jessica Migala
With more than 46,000 confirmed cases of coronavirus in the United States (and more
than 392,000 cases worldwide), it's clear that the novel coronavirus (aka COVID-19), along with
the anxiety surrounding it, isn't going anywhere soon.
Because the virus is so new (it's technically called SARS-CoV-2, FYI), lots of the fear
surrounding COVID-19 stems from how little we know about it. Luckily, experts do know some
pretty important things about the virus' transmission, or how the coronavirus does—and
doesn't—spread.
According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, COVID-19 is mainly
spread from person-to-person, usually via close contact (within six feet). It can spread through
physical contact like handshaking if someone's hands are contaminated with the virus. And it can
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(again, that's why the six-feet rule is handy: those droplets can travel that far, and land on another
person's mouth or nose, and can even be inhaled).
The virus may also spread from person-to-person through surfaces that have been
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preach basic disease-prevention measures, like washing hands correctly (20 seconds with soap
and water) and regularly, wiping down common surfaces, and staying away from sick people.
Lastly, another possible way coronavirus can spread between people is via fecal
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Boys Don’t Cry (1999) A drama film based on the real-life story of Brandon Teena, a transsexual man who was raped and murdered by his male friends after they discovered his gender history. The movie received lots of media attention when its star Hilary Swank, who played Brandon, won the Academy Award for Best Actress.(Drama, Transsexual)
Brokeback Mountain- Sexuality of both characters portrayed as fluid. The film displays a love relationship between same-sex male partners in the American West; who are simultaneously struggling with their opposite gender relationships. Self-acknowledgement and self-acceptance in recognizing one’s own sexual identity is portrayed. (Drama) (Gay, questioning)
The Crying Game (1992) The Crying Game is about the experiences of Fergus (Stephen Rea), as a member of the IRA, his brief but meaningful encounter with Jody (Forest Whitaker) who is held prisoner by the group, and his unexpected romantic relationship with Jody's transgendered girlfriend, Dil (Jaye Davidson) whom Fergus promised Jody he would protect. However, unexpected events force Fergus to decide what he wants for the future, and ultimately what his nature dictates he must do. (Psychological thriller)
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In and Out Howard Brackett's high school English students are astonished. Is it really true that their favorite high school teacher may be gay? But hey, he can't be gay; he's about to get married! Then again, he also teaches the drama class and boy, does he love those Barbra Streisand records. (Comedy, Gay, questioning)
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Milk (2008)The story of Harvey Milk (Sean Penn), and his struggles as an American gay activist who fought for gay rights and became California's first openly gay elected official. (Drama, Gay rights)
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Read the Biography
John Steinbeck
The high grey-flannel fog of winter closed off the Salinas
Valley° from the sky and from all the rest of the world. On
every side it sat like a lid on the mountains and made of the
great valley a closed pot. On the broad, level land floor the
gang plows bit deep and left the black earth shining like metal
where the shares had cut. On the foothill ranches across the
Salinas River, the yellow stubble fields seemed to be bathed in
pale cold sunshine, but there was no sunshine in the valley now
in December. The thick willow scrub along the river flamed
with sharp and positive yellow leaves.
It was a time of quiet and of waiting. The air was cold and
tender. A light wind blew up from the southwest so that the
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and rain do not go together.
Across the river, on Henry Allen's foothill ranch there was little
work to be done, for the hay was cut and stored and the
orchards were plowed up to receive the rain deeply when it
should come. The cattle on the higher slopes were becoming
shaggy and rough-coated.
Elisa Allen, working in her flower garden, looked down across
the yard and saw Henry, her husband, talking to two men in
business suits. The three of them stood by the tractor shed, each
man with one foot on the side of the little Fordson. They
2. smoked cigarettes and studied the machine as they talked.
5Elisa watched them for a moment and then went back to her
work. She was thirty-five. Her face was lean and strong and her
eyes were as clear as water. Her figure looked blocked and
heavy in her gardening costume, a man's black hat pulled low
down over her eyes, clodhopper shoes, a figured print dress
almost completely covered by a big corduroy apron with four
big pockets to hold the snips, the trowel and scratcher, the seeds
and the knife she worked with. She wore heavy leather gloves to
protect her hands while she worked.
She was cutting down the old year's chrysanthemum stalks with
a pair of short and powerful scissors. She looked down toward
the men by the tractor shed now and then. Her face was eager
and mature and handsome; even her work with the scissors was
over-eager, over-powerful. The chrysanthemum stems seemed
too small and easy for her energy.
She brushed a cloud of hair out of her eyes with the back of her
glove, and left a smudge of earth on her cheek in doing it.
Behind her stood the neat white farm house with red geraniums
close-banked around it as high as the windows. It was a hard-
swept looking little house with hard-polished windows, and a
clean mud-mat on the front steps.
Elisa cast another glance toward the tractor shed. The strangers
were getting into their Ford coupe. She took off a glove and put
her strong fingers down into the forest of new green
chrysanthemum sprouts that were growing around the old roots.
She spread the leaves and looked down among the close-
growing stems. No aphids were there, no sowbugs or snails or
cutworms. Her terrier fingers destroyed such pests before they
could get started.
Elisa started at the sound of her husband's voice. He had come
near quietly, and he leaned over the wire fence that protected
her flower garden from cattle and dogs and chickens.
10"At it again," he said. "You've got a strong new crop
coming."
Elisa straightened her back and pulled on the gardening glove
3. again. "Yes. They'll be strong this coming year." In her tone and
on her face there was a little smugness.
"You've got a gift with things," Henry observed. "Some of those
yellow chrysanthemums you had this year were ten inches
across. I wish you'd work out in the orchard and raise some
apples that big."
Her eyes sharpened. "Maybe I could do it, too. I've a gift with
things, all right. My mother had it. She could stick anything in
the ground and make it grow. She said it was having planters'
hands that knew how to do it."
"Well, it sure works with flowers," he said.
15"Henry, who were those men you were talking to?"
"Why, sure, that's what I came to tell you. They were from the
Western Meat Company. I sold those thirty head of three-year-
old steers. Got nearly my own price, too."
"Good," she said. "Good for you."
"And I thought," he continued, "I thought how it's Saturday
afternoon, and we might go into Salinas for dinner at a
restaurant, and then to a picture show—to celebrate, you see."
"Good," she repeated. "Oh, yes. That will be good."
20Henry put on his joking tone. "There's fights tonight. How'd
you like to go to the fights?"
"Oh, no," she said breathlessly. "No, I wouldn't like fights."
"Just fooling, Elisa. We'll go to a movie. Let's see. It's two now.
I'm going to take Scotty and bring down those steers from the
hill. It'll take us maybe two hours. We'll go in town about five
and have dinner at the Cominos Hotel. Like that?"
"Of course I'll like it. It's good to eat away from home."
"All right, then. I'll go get up a couple of horses."
25She said, "I'll have plenty of time to transplant some of these
sets, I guess."
She heard her husband calling Scotty down by the barn. And a
little later she saw the two men ride up the pale yellow hillside
in search of the steers.
There was a little square sandy bed kept for rooting the
chrysanthemums. With her trowel she turned the soil over and
4. over, and smoothed it and patted it firm. Then she dug ten
parallel trenches to receive the sets. Back at the chrysanthemum
bed she pulled out the little crisp shoots, trimmed off the leaves
of each one with her scissors and laid it on a small orderly pile.
A squeak of wheels and plod of hoofs came from the road. Elisa
looked up. The country road ran along the dense bank of
willows and cottonwoods that bordered the river, and up this
road came a curious vehicle, curiously drawn. It was an old
spring-wagon, with a round canvas top on it like the cover of a
prairie schooner. It was drawn by an old bay horse and a little
grey-and-white burro. A big stubble-bearded man sat between
the cover flaps and drove the crawling team. Underneath the
wagon, between the hind wheels, a lean and rangy mongrel dog
walked sedately. Words were painted on the canvas, in clumsy,
crooked letters. "Pots, pans, knives, sisors, lawn mores, Fixed."
Two rows of articles, and the triumphantly definitive "Fixed"
below. The black paint had run down in little sharp points
beneath each letter.
Elisa, squatting on the ground, watched to see the crazy, loose-
jointed wagon pass by. But it didn't pass. It turned into the farm
road in front of her house, crooked old wheels skirling and
squeaking. The rangy dog darted from between the wheels and
ran ahead. Instantly the two ranch shepherds flew out at him.
Then all three stopped, and with stiff and quivering tails, with
taut straight legs, with ambassadorial dignity, they slowly
circled, sniffing daintily. The caravan pulled up to Elisa's wire
fence and stopped. Now the newcomer dog, feeling out-
numbered, lowered his tail and retired under the wagon with
raised hackles and bared teeth.
30The man on the wagon seat called out, "That's a bad dog in a
fight when he gets started."
Elisa laughed. "I see he is. How soon does he generally get
started?"
The man caught up her laughter and echoed it heartily.
"Sometimes not for weeks and weeks," he said. He climbed
stiffly down, over the wheel. The horse and the donkey drooped
5. like unwatered flowers.
Elisa saw that he was a very big man. Although his hair and
beard were greying, he did not look old. His worn black suit
was wrinkled and spotted with grease. The laughter had
disappeared from his face and eyes the moment his laughing
voice ceased. His eyes were dark, and they were full of the
brooding that gets in the eyes of teamsters and of sailors. The
calloused hands he rested on the wire fence were cracked, and
every crack was a black line. He took off his battered hat.
"I'm off my general road, ma'am," he said. "Does this dirt road
cut over across the river to the Los Angeles highway?"
35Elisa stood up and shoved the thick scissors in her apron
pocket. "Well, yes, it does, but it winds around and then fords
the river. I don't think your team could pull through the sand."
He replied with some asperity, "It might surprise you what them
beasts can pull through."
"When they get started?" she asked.
He smiled for a second. "Yes. When they get started."
"Well," said Elisa, "I think you'll save time if you go back to
the Salinas road and pick up the highway there."
40He drew a big finger down the chicken wire and made it sing.
"I ain't in any hurry, ma'am. I go from Seattle to San Diego and
back every year. Takes all my time. About six months each way.
I aim to follow nice weather."
Elisa took off her gloves and stuffed them in the apron pocket
with the scissors. She touched the under edge of her man's hat,
searching for fugitive hairs. "That sounds like a nice kind of a
way to live," she said.
He leaned confidentially over the fence. "Maybe you noticed the
writing on my wagon. I mend pots and sharpen knives and
scissors. You got any of them things to do?"
"Oh, no," she said quickly. "Nothing like that." Her eyes
hardened with resistance.
"Scissors is the worst thing," he explained. "Most people just
ruin scissors trying to sharpen 'em, but I know how. I got a
special tool. It's a little bobbit kind of thing, and patented. But
6. it sure does the trick."
45"No. My scissors are all sharp."
"All right, then. Take a pot," he continued earnestly, "a bent
pot, or a pot with a hole. I can make it like new so you don't
have to buy no new ones. That's a saving for you."
"No," she said shortly. "I tell you I have nothing like that for
you to do."
His face fell to an exaggerated sadness. His voice took on a
whining undertone. "I ain't had a thing to do today. Maybe I
won't have no supper tonight. You see I'm off my regular road. I
know folks on the highway clear from Seattle to San Diego.
They save their things for me to sharpen up because they know I
do it so good and save them money."
"I'm sorry," Elisa said irritably. "I haven't anything for you to
do."
50His eyes left her face and fell to searching the ground. They
roamed about until they came to the chrysanthemum bed where
she had been working. "What's them plants, ma'am?"
The irritation and resistance melted from Elisa's face. "Oh,
those are chrysanthemums, giant whites and yellows. I raise
them every year, bigger than anybody around here."
"Kind of a long-stemmed flower? Looks like a quick puff of
colored smoke?" he asked.
"That's it. What a nice way to describe them."
"They smell kind of nasty till you get used to them," he said.
55"It's a good bitter smell," she retorted, "not nasty at all."
He changed his tone quickly. "I like the smell myself."
"I had ten-inch blooms this year," she said.
A yellow chrysanthemum.
The man leaned farther over the fence. "Look. I know a lady
down the road a piece, has got the nicest garden you ever seen.
Got nearly every kind of flower but no chrysanthemums. Last
time I was mending a copper-bottom washtub for her (that's a
hard job but I do it good), she said to me, 'If you ever run acrost
some nice chrysanthemums I wish you'd try to get me a few
7. seeds.' That's what she told me."
Elisa's eyes grew alert and eager. "She couldn't have known
much about chrysanthemums. You can raise them from seed, but
it's much easier to root the little sprouts you see there."
60"Oh," he said. "I s'pose I can't take none to her, then."
"Why yes you can," Elisa cried. "I can put some in damp sand,
and you can carry them right along with you. They'll take root
in the pot if you keep them damp. And then she can transplant
them."
"She'd sure like to have some, ma'am. You say they're nice
ones?"
"Beautiful," she said. "Oh, beautiful." Her eyes shone. She tore
off the battered hat and shook out her dark pretty hair. "I'll put
them in a flower pot, and you can take them right with you.
Come into the yard."
While the man came through the picket gate Elisa ran excitedly
along the geranium-bordered path to the back of the house. And
she returned carrying a big red flower pot. The gloves were
forgotten now. She kneeled on the ground by the starting bed
and dug up the sandy soil with her fingers and scooped it into
the bright new flower pot. Then she picked up the little pile of
shoots she had prepared. With her strong fingers she pressed
them in the sand and tamped around them with her knuckles.
The man stood over her. "I'll tell you what to do," she said.
"You remember so you can tell the lady."
65"Yes, I'll try to remember."
"Well, look. These will take root in about a month. Then she
must set them out, about a foot apart in good rich earth like
this, see?" She lifted a handful of dark soil for him to look at.
"They'll grow fast and tall. Now remember this: In July tell her
to cut them down, about eight inches from the ground."
"Before they bloom?" he asked.
"Yes, before they bloom." Her face was tight with eagerness.
"They'll grow right up again. About the last of September the
buds will start."
She stopped and seemed perplexed. "It's the budding that takes
8. the most care," she said hesitantly. "I don't know how to tell
you." She looked deep into his eyes, searchingly. Her mouth
opened a little, and she seemed to be listening. "I'll try to tell
you," she said. "Did you ever hear of planting hands?"
70"Can't say I have, ma'am."
"Well, I can only tell you what it feels like. It's when you're
picking off the buds you don't want. Everything goes right down
into your fingertips. You watch your fingers work. They do it
themselves. You can feel how it is. They pick and pick the buds.
They never make a mistake. They're with the plant. Do you see?
Your fingers and the plant. You can feel that, right up your arm.
They know. They never make a mistake. You can feel it. When
you're like that you can't do anything wrong. Do you see that?
Can you understand that?"
She was kneeling on the ground looking up at him. Her breast
swelled passionately.
The man's eyes narrowed. He looked away self-consciously.
"Maybe I know," he said. "Sometimes in the night in the wagon
there—"
Elisa's voice grew husky. She broke in on him, "I've never lived
as you do, but I know what you mean. When the night is dark—
why, the stars are sharp-pointed, and there's quiet. Why, you
rise up and up! Every pointed star gets driven into your body.
It's like that. Hot and sharp and—lovely."
75Kneeling there, her hand went out toward his legs in the
greasy black trousers. Her hesitant fingers almost touched the
cloth. Then her hand dropped to the ground. She crouched low
like a fawning dog.
He said, "It's nice, just like you say. Only when you don't have
no dinner, it ain't."
She stood up then, very straight, and her face was ashamed. She
held the flower pot out to him and placed it gently in his arms.
"Here. Put it in your wagon, on the seat, where you can watch
it. Maybe I can find something for you to do."
At the back of the house she dug in the can pile and found two
old and battered aluminum saucepans. She carried them back
9. and gave them to him. "Here, maybe you can fix these."
His manner changed. He became professional. "Good as new I
can fix them." At the back of his wagon he set a little anvil, and
out of an oily tool box dug a small machine hammer. Elisa came
through the gate to watch him while he pounded out the dents in
the kettles. His mouth grew sure and knowing. At a difficult
part of the work he sucked his under-lip.
80"You sleep right in the wagon?" Elisa asked.
"Right in the wagon, ma'am. Rain or shine I'm dry as a cow in
there."
"It must be nice," she said. "It must be very nice. I wish women
could do such things."
"It ain't the right kind of a life for a woman."
Her upper lip raised a little, showing her teeth. "How do you
know? How can you tell?" she said.
85"I don't know, ma'am," he protested. "Of course I don't know.
Now here's your kettles, done. You don't have to buy no new
ones."
"How much?"
"Oh, fifty cents'll do. I keep my prices down and my work good.
That's why I have all them satisfied customers up and down the
highway."
Elisa brought him a fifty-cent piece from the house and dropped
it in his hand. "You might be surprised to have a rival some
time. I can sharpen scissors, too. And I can beat the dents out of
little pots. I could show you what a woman might do."
He put his hammer back in the oily box and shoved the little
anvil out of sight. "It would be a lonely life for a woman,
ma'am, and a scarey life, too, with animals creeping under the
wagon all night." He climbed over the singletree, steadying
himself with a hand on the burro's white rump. He settled
himself in the seat, picked up the lines. "Thank you kindly,
ma'am," he said. "I'll do like you told me; I'll go back and catch
the Salinas road."
90"Mind," she called, "if you're long in getting there, keep the
sand damp."
10. "Sand, ma'am? . . . Sand? Oh, sure. You mean around the
chrysanthemums. Sure I will." He clucked his tongue. The
beasts leaned luxuriously into their collars. The mongrel dog
took his place between the back wheels. The wagon turned and
crawled out the entrance road and back the way it had come,
along the river.
Elisa stood in front of her wire fence watching the slow
progress of the caravan. Her shoulders were straight, her head
thrown back, her eyes half-closed, so that the scene came
vaguely into them. Her lips moved silently, forming the words
"Good-bye—good-bye." Then she whispered, "That's a bright
direction. There's a glowing there." The sound of her whisper
startled her. She shook herself free and looked about to see
whether anyone had been listening. Only the dogs had heard.
They lifted their heads toward her from their sleeping in the
dust, and then stretched out their chins and settled asleep again.
Elisa turned and ran hurriedly into the house.
In the kitchen she reached behind the stove and felt the water
tank. It was full of hot water from the noonday cooking. In the
bathroom she tore off her soiled clothes and flung them into the
corner. And then she scrubbed herself with a little block of
pumice, legs and thighs, loins and chest and arms, until her skin
was scratched and red. When she had dried herself she stood in
front of a mirror in her bedroom and looked at her body. She
tightened her stomach and threw out her chest. She turned and
looked over her shoulder at her back.
After a while she began to dress, slowly. She put on her newest
underclothing and her nicest stockings and the dress which was
the symbol of her prettiness. She worked carefully on her hair,
penciled her eyebrows and rouged her lips.
95Before she was finished she heard the little thunder of hoofs
and the shouts of Henry and his helper as they drove the red
steers into the corral. She heard the gate bang shut and set
herself for Henry's arrival.
His step sounded on the porch. He entered the house calling,
"Elisa, where are you?"
11. "In my room, dressing. I'm not ready. There's hot water for your
bath. Hurry up. It's getting late."
When she heard him splashing in the tub, Elisa laid his dark suit
on the bed, and shirt and socks and tie beside it. She stood his
polished shoes on the floor beside the bed. Then she went to the
porch and sat primly and stiffly down. She looked toward the
river road where the willow-line was still yellow with frosted
leaves so that under the high grey fog they seemed a thin band
of sunshine. This was the only color in the grey afternoon. She
sat unmoving for a long time. Her eyes blinked rarely.
Henry came banging out of the door, shoving his tie inside his
vest as he came. Elisa stiffened and her face grew tight. Henry
stopped short and looked at her. "Why—why, Elisa. You look so
nice!"
100"Nice? You think I look nice? What do you mean by 'nice'?"
Henry blundered on. "I don't know. I mean you look different,
strong and happy."
"I am strong? Yes, strong. What do you mean 'strong'?"
He looked bewildered. "You're playing some kind of a game,"
he said helplessly. "It's a kind of a play. You look strong
enough to break a calf over your knee, happy enough to eat it
like a watermelon."
For a second she lost her rigidity. "Henry! Don't talk like that.
You didn't know what you said." She grew complete again. "I'm
strong," she boasted. "I never knew before how strong."
105Henry looked down toward the tractor shed, and when he
brought his eyes back to her, they were his own again. "I'll get
out the car. You can put on your coat while I'm starting."
Elisa went into the house. She heard him drive to the gate and
idle down his motor, and then she took a long time to put on her
hat. She pulled it here and pressed it there. When Henry turned
the motor off she slipped into her coat and went out.
The little roadster bounced along on the dirt road by the river,
raising the birds and driving the rabbits into the brush. Two
cranes flapped heavily over the willow-line and dropped into
the river-bed.
12. Far ahead on the road Elisa saw a dark speck. She knew.
She tried not to look as they passed it, but her eyes would not
obey. She whispered to herself sadly, "He might have thrown
them off the road. That wouldn't have been much trouble, not
very much. But he kept the pot," she explained. "He had to keep
the pot. That's why he couldn't get them off the road."
110The roadster turned a bend and she saw the caravan ahead.
She swung full around toward her husband so she could not see
the little covered wagon and the mismatched team as the car
passed them.
In a moment it was over. The thing was done. She did not look
back.
She said loudly, to be heard above the motor, "It will be good,
tonight, a good dinner."
"Now you're changed again," Henry complained. He took one
hand from the wheel and patted her knee. "I ought to take you in
to dinner oftener. It would be good for both of us. We get so
heavy out on the ranch."
"Henry," she asked, "could we have wine at dinner?"
115"Sure we could. Say! That will be fine."
She was silent for a while; then she said, "Henry, at those prize
fights, do the men hurt each other very much?"
"Sometimes a little, not often. Why?"
"Well, I've read how they break noses, and blood runs down
their chests. I've read how the fighting gloves get heavy and
soggy with blood."
He looked around at her. "What's the matter, Elisa? I didn't
know you read things like that." He brought the car to a stop,
then turned to the right over the Salinas River bridge.
120"Do any women ever go to the fights?" she asked.
"Oh, sure, some. What's the matter, Elisa? Do you want to go? I
don't think you'd like it, but I'll take you if you really want to
go."
She relaxed limply in the seat. "Oh, no. No. I don't want to go.
I'm sure I don't." Her face was turned away from him. "It will
be enough if we can have wine. It will be plenty." She turned up
13. her coat collar so he could not see that she was crying weakly—
like an old woman.
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a student paper: "An Analysis of the Symbolism in Steinbeck's
'The Chrysanthemums.'"
Journal: John Steinbeck, The Chrysanthemums
In this story, what do the chrysanthemums represent? When
Elisa sees that the salesmen has thrown them to the ground,
what does this act mean to her?
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Module Goals and Activities
Objectives:
ŸWrite a literary research essay and apply knowledge of MLA
and citing sources and the writing process (brainstorming,
drafting, revising, proofing, editing).
Ÿ Access and select information from GALILEO and other
databases.
ŸUse research in a formal paper with formatting and
documentation style appropriate for audience and subject.
Learning Activities:
ŸRead the specific requirements for this paper.
ŸRead these Chapters in REVEL: 49 (the research essay) and
Chapter 52 (critical approaches to literature).
14. Activities/Assessments:
Ÿ Submit the analytical essay's prewriting and drafting
materials.
Ÿ Submit the FINAL typed version of the literary research essay
before the due date.
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Essay Cycle 3
The literary research essay is just a long analytical essay with
more research. You may choose any poem, short story, or play
in the textbook, and any analytical point we have covered over
the course of our class. Remember, this essay is
an analytical essay, not a summary; do not retell the story, but
rather, assume your reader has read it. Check your calendar for
the due date! Your essay should have the following
components:
· Your essay MUST be 1250-1750 words (5-7 pages).
· You must have 3-5 secondary sources AND 1 primary source.
· Your essay MUST have an introduction, with a clear analytical
thesis statement.
· Your essay MUST have body paragraphs with good
development. You will need to use examples from the story to
support your analysis. The references you make to the story
(quotes, paraphrases, etc.) will need to be cited and
documented.
· Your essay MUST be written in third person p.o.v.(for
example: “One may interpret” or “The reader may realize”).
You are NOT allowed to use first person (“I believe”) or second
person (“You may think”).
· Write in the present tense, whether you are dealing with
fiction, poetry, or nonfiction literature to discuss the actions
and thoughts presented in the text. Do this because literature
exists as a present phenomenon regardless of whether or not its
author is alive.
· Your essay MUST have a conclusion that restates the main
idea in an interesting way.
15. · You MUST have an MLA Works Cited page listing your
primary source and all secondary sources, and you MUST use
in-text parenthetical citation as well.
· For this assignment, a secondary source is one that discusses
or analyzes your chosen text. Many academic journals contain
articles that discuss short stories. You MAY get your secondary
source(s) from the library databases (such as Gale Literary
Databases, Academic Search Complete, Literature Resource
Center, Gale Virtual Reference Library). You MAY use the
open Internet as well, provided you check your sources for
credibility. Secondary sources such as Shmoop, Cliff's
Notes, SparkNotes, enotes.com, bookrags.com,
123helpme.com, Wiki anything, and exampleessays.com ARE
UNACCEPTABLE.
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· DropBox is set up to allow you to rewrite over the
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· Use MLA FORMAT.