"The Story of an Hour"
Kate Chopin (1894)
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and.
The Story of An Hour Kate Chopin Knowing that Mrs. Mal.docxssusera34210
The Story of An Hour
Kate Chopin
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to
her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half
concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the
newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's
name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a
second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the
sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to
accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms.
When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no
one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed
down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the
new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was
crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly,
and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. There were patches of blue sky showing
here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing
her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a
sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to
sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain
strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on
one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a
suspension of intelligent thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did
not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching
toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was
approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her
two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word
escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: "free, free, free!" The
vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stay ...
The Story of An Hour Kate Chopin Knowing that Mrs. Mal.docxssusera34210
The Story of An Hour
Kate Chopin
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to
her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half
concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the
newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's
name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a
second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the
sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to
accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms.
When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no
one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed
down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the
new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was
crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly,
and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. There were patches of blue sky showing
here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing
her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a
sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to
sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain
strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on
one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a
suspension of intelligent thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did
not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching
toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was
approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her
two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word
escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: "free, free, free!" The
vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stay ...
due by 1130 pmAlso answer reading response.Reading re.docxastonrenna
due by 11:30 pm
Also answer reading response.
Reading response:
Pick out at least five phrases which you think are especially important to the story (what you might mark on a printed text.) Briefly describe why you chose each.
What questions about character or motivation or plot does this story leave in your mind?
see the link below. along with instructions
"Story of an Hour" Link to Story
Instructions
Use 250 words for each question. You must read "Story of an Hour" to answer these questions. The story can be found here:
"Story of an Hour" Link to Story
See study text in RED after selecting the link go to the bottom of the page to see the "study text" and "exploring the story"
then you will answer a few other questions.
"The Story of An Hour"
Kate Chopin Bio
Webtext prepared by
Ann Woodlief
; click on the marked phrases for notes
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sk ...
By definition, a monologue is a composition that gives the discoursejenkinsmandie
By definition, a monologue is a composition that gives the discourse of one speaker. It represents what someone might speak aloud in a situation in which there are listeners although the listeners do not speak.
Choose one of these stories to write a monologue, including background of the author.
Research the author’s background and relate in two or three paragraphs how his or her writings were meant to affect society. This should go at the top of the page, then the monologue.
Be sure to include a Works Cited at the bottom of the monologue; you will not need an outline.
Compose a one-page monologue. It should illustrate personality traits and guiding values of a character in the story in a creative fashion.
By definition, a monologue is a composition that gives the discourse of one speaker. It represents what someone might speak aloud in a situation in which there are listeners although the listeners do not speak.
Choose one of these stories to write a monologue.
Research the author’s background and relate in two or three paragraphs how his or her writings were meant to affect society. This should go at the top of the page, then the monologue.
Be sure to include a Works Cited at the bottom of each monologue; you will not need an outline.
Compose a one-page monologue. It should illustrate personality traits and guiding values of a character in the story in a creative fashion.
The Story of an Hour
by Kate Chopin
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband’s friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard’s name leading the list of “killed.” He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister’s arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there t ...
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"The Story of An Hour"
Kate Chopin (1894)
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under hte breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood ...
Story of an Hour Assignment (due tonight 65 at 1130pm est)Afte.docxrjoseph5
Story of an Hour Assignment (due tonight 6/5 at 11:30pm est)
After reading the chapter titled "Fiction As Genre," in a 150-200 word response (200 words in total not per question), address the following questions. Make sure to support your points with a secondary source from the library databases.
1 . How is Mrs. Mallard ' s character developed? Do you see examples of exposition, where the narrator simply tells us information about the protagonist? In addition, does Chopin portray particular emotional responses, thoughts, and actions to reveal Mrs. Mallard ' s character? If so, how so? How does she employ point of view in this story?
2. What is your impression of Brently Mallard? What elements of the story generate this impression?
3. How is setting (both the historical period and the physical atmosphere of the story) used to contribute to the story ' s meaning?
4 . What is Mrs. Mallard ' s social class? What clues lead you to this conclusion?
5. What is the story ' s central conflict? Does Mrs. Mallard change, as we might expect a protagonist to do?
6. What are the important themes of this story?
Kate Chopin
The Story of an Hour
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cri.
Read Trifles” and View the Film Adaptation (due TONIGHT) Pick on.docxhoward651
Read: “Trifles” and View the Film Adaptation (due TONIGHT) Pick one group
https://youtu.be/zGJTHi0rliA
7.0. A Jury of Her Peers by Susan K. Glaspell (Director: Sally Heckel)
Group A: What sort of relationship forms between Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters? What impact does the never-glimpsed Mrs. Wright have on this relationship? Explain the use of narrative structure in "Trifles," focusing particularly on the notion of "resolution." How does the plot resolve itself? How does this resolution differ from the expected outcome of the story expressed by the townsmen looking for evidence of the crime?
Group B: The question of ethics arises in regards to the way the men and the women approach the crime. Compare the approach of the townsmen to Minnie Wright to that of the townswomen who accompany the men on their search for evidence of the crime. What drives the women to make the choice they make?
Group C: Minnie Wright never appears in the story, but we learn much about her motives and traits from the other characters. What are the motives that possibly compelled Minnie Write to kill her husband? How do we come to know them during the course of the story?
Group D: What causes the men to overlook the evidence found by the women in the play? Why would Glaspell set up the story in this way? In other words, what is her point for having the men fail in their task where the women succeed? What is the relationship of the characters involved in the action of the play to the Wright family? What do they reveal to us about the Wrights?
Group E: Although "Trifles" was written almost one hundred years ago, it possesses contemporary attitudes about women that has led many people to refer to it as a feminist or pro-woman story. What elements or occurrences in the play would produce this response in a reader?
Story of an Hour Assignment (due tomorrow at 10pm)
After reading the chapter titled "Fiction As Genre," in a 150-200 word response, address the following questions. Make sure to support your points with a secondary source from the library databases.
1 . How is Mrs. Mallard ' s character developed? Do you see examples of exposition, where the narrator simply tells us information about the protagonist? In addition, does Chopin portray particular emotional responses, thoughts, and actions to reveal Mrs. Mallard ' s character? If so, how so? How does she employ point of view in this story?
2. What is your impression of Brently Mallard? What elements of the story generate this impression?
3. How is setting (both the historical period and the physical atmosphere of the story) used to contribute to the story ' s meaning?
4 . What is Mrs. Mallard ' s social class? What clues lead you to this conclusion?
5. What is the story ' s central conflict? Does Mrs. Mallard change, as we might expect a protagonist to do?
6. What are the important themes of this story?
Kate Chopin
The Story of an Hour
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with.
The subject of technology, particularly social media, is controversi.docxsarah98765
The subject of technology, particularly social media, is controversial to say the least. What are your thoughts about technology/social media in your organization or one you have worked in before? Were people united about what social media should be used for professionally/personally? What policies existed? Were there opposing viewpoints? Explain.
Jones, G. R. (2013).
Organizational theory, design, and change
(7th ed.). Upper Saddle River, NJ: Prentice Hall.
.
The subject Cloud Security and ComplianceEach student needs.docxsarah98765
The subject: Cloud Security and Compliance
Each student needs to submit the first page of every publication that he/she finds including “Abstract” and information related to where and when each article/paper was published
Once the project topic and research material is reviewed and approved by the instructor, students can proceed to conduct further research and complete their respective project
Deliverable: Complete paper should be submitted as typed papers, not to exceed ten pages (typed double space and must include title, name and references).
Important: When choosing articles/papers related to the chosen topics, students must pay attention to selecting articles that include new information for them. Each term paper will be evaluated based on originality and individual increased learnings directly related to the project.
- We need to use these 2 references (you may add other sources)
Mather, T., Kumaraswamy, S., & Latif, S. (2009).
Cloud security and privacy: An enterprise perspective on risk and compliance
. Beijing: O'Reilly.
Kalaiprasath, R., Elankavi, R., & Udayakumar, R. (1970, January 01). Cloud Securıty And Complıance - A Semantıc Approach In End To End Securıty. Retrieved January 23, 2021, from https://core.ac.uk/display/192811513
The term paper must be 8 pages and ppt is also required for the paper.
On Thursday(02/04) a progress report is needed.
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see the link below. along with instructions
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"Story of an Hour" Link to Story
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"The Story of An Hour"
Kate Chopin Bio
Webtext prepared by
Ann Woodlief
; click on the marked phrases for notes
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sk ...
By definition, a monologue is a composition that gives the discoursejenkinsmandie
By definition, a monologue is a composition that gives the discourse of one speaker. It represents what someone might speak aloud in a situation in which there are listeners although the listeners do not speak.
Choose one of these stories to write a monologue, including background of the author.
Research the author’s background and relate in two or three paragraphs how his or her writings were meant to affect society. This should go at the top of the page, then the monologue.
Be sure to include a Works Cited at the bottom of the monologue; you will not need an outline.
Compose a one-page monologue. It should illustrate personality traits and guiding values of a character in the story in a creative fashion.
By definition, a monologue is a composition that gives the discourse of one speaker. It represents what someone might speak aloud in a situation in which there are listeners although the listeners do not speak.
Choose one of these stories to write a monologue.
Research the author’s background and relate in two or three paragraphs how his or her writings were meant to affect society. This should go at the top of the page, then the monologue.
Be sure to include a Works Cited at the bottom of each monologue; you will not need an outline.
Compose a one-page monologue. It should illustrate personality traits and guiding values of a character in the story in a creative fashion.
The Story of an Hour
by Kate Chopin
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband’s friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard’s name leading the list of “killed.” He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister’s arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
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"The Story of An Hour"
Kate Chopin (1894)
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under hte breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood ...
Story of an Hour Assignment (due tonight 65 at 1130pm est)Afte.docxrjoseph5
Story of an Hour Assignment (due tonight 6/5 at 11:30pm est)
After reading the chapter titled "Fiction As Genre," in a 150-200 word response (200 words in total not per question), address the following questions. Make sure to support your points with a secondary source from the library databases.
1 . How is Mrs. Mallard ' s character developed? Do you see examples of exposition, where the narrator simply tells us information about the protagonist? In addition, does Chopin portray particular emotional responses, thoughts, and actions to reveal Mrs. Mallard ' s character? If so, how so? How does she employ point of view in this story?
2. What is your impression of Brently Mallard? What elements of the story generate this impression?
3. How is setting (both the historical period and the physical atmosphere of the story) used to contribute to the story ' s meaning?
4 . What is Mrs. Mallard ' s social class? What clues lead you to this conclusion?
5. What is the story ' s central conflict? Does Mrs. Mallard change, as we might expect a protagonist to do?
6. What are the important themes of this story?
Kate Chopin
The Story of an Hour
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cri.
Read Trifles” and View the Film Adaptation (due TONIGHT) Pick on.docxhoward651
Read: “Trifles” and View the Film Adaptation (due TONIGHT) Pick one group
https://youtu.be/zGJTHi0rliA
7.0. A Jury of Her Peers by Susan K. Glaspell (Director: Sally Heckel)
Group A: What sort of relationship forms between Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters? What impact does the never-glimpsed Mrs. Wright have on this relationship? Explain the use of narrative structure in "Trifles," focusing particularly on the notion of "resolution." How does the plot resolve itself? How does this resolution differ from the expected outcome of the story expressed by the townsmen looking for evidence of the crime?
Group B: The question of ethics arises in regards to the way the men and the women approach the crime. Compare the approach of the townsmen to Minnie Wright to that of the townswomen who accompany the men on their search for evidence of the crime. What drives the women to make the choice they make?
Group C: Minnie Wright never appears in the story, but we learn much about her motives and traits from the other characters. What are the motives that possibly compelled Minnie Write to kill her husband? How do we come to know them during the course of the story?
Group D: What causes the men to overlook the evidence found by the women in the play? Why would Glaspell set up the story in this way? In other words, what is her point for having the men fail in their task where the women succeed? What is the relationship of the characters involved in the action of the play to the Wright family? What do they reveal to us about the Wrights?
Group E: Although "Trifles" was written almost one hundred years ago, it possesses contemporary attitudes about women that has led many people to refer to it as a feminist or pro-woman story. What elements or occurrences in the play would produce this response in a reader?
Story of an Hour Assignment (due tomorrow at 10pm)
After reading the chapter titled "Fiction As Genre," in a 150-200 word response, address the following questions. Make sure to support your points with a secondary source from the library databases.
1 . How is Mrs. Mallard ' s character developed? Do you see examples of exposition, where the narrator simply tells us information about the protagonist? In addition, does Chopin portray particular emotional responses, thoughts, and actions to reveal Mrs. Mallard ' s character? If so, how so? How does she employ point of view in this story?
2. What is your impression of Brently Mallard? What elements of the story generate this impression?
3. How is setting (both the historical period and the physical atmosphere of the story) used to contribute to the story ' s meaning?
4 . What is Mrs. Mallard ' s social class? What clues lead you to this conclusion?
5. What is the story ' s central conflict? Does Mrs. Mallard change, as we might expect a protagonist to do?
6. What are the important themes of this story?
Kate Chopin
The Story of an Hour
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with.
The subject of technology, particularly social media, is controversi.docxsarah98765
The subject of technology, particularly social media, is controversial to say the least. What are your thoughts about technology/social media in your organization or one you have worked in before? Were people united about what social media should be used for professionally/personally? What policies existed? Were there opposing viewpoints? Explain.
Jones, G. R. (2013).
Organizational theory, design, and change
(7th ed.). Upper Saddle River, NJ: Prentice Hall.
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The subject Cloud Security and ComplianceEach student needs.docxsarah98765
The subject: Cloud Security and Compliance
Each student needs to submit the first page of every publication that he/she finds including “Abstract” and information related to where and when each article/paper was published
Once the project topic and research material is reviewed and approved by the instructor, students can proceed to conduct further research and complete their respective project
Deliverable: Complete paper should be submitted as typed papers, not to exceed ten pages (typed double space and must include title, name and references).
Important: When choosing articles/papers related to the chosen topics, students must pay attention to selecting articles that include new information for them. Each term paper will be evaluated based on originality and individual increased learnings directly related to the project.
- We need to use these 2 references (you may add other sources)
Mather, T., Kumaraswamy, S., & Latif, S. (2009).
Cloud security and privacy: An enterprise perspective on risk and compliance
. Beijing: O'Reilly.
Kalaiprasath, R., Elankavi, R., & Udayakumar, R. (1970, January 01). Cloud Securıty And Complıance - A Semantıc Approach In End To End Securıty. Retrieved January 23, 2021, from https://core.ac.uk/display/192811513
The term paper must be 8 pages and ppt is also required for the paper.
On Thursday(02/04) a progress report is needed.
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The subject of divorce has been the topic of multiple research s.docxsarah98765
The subject of divorce has been the topic of multiple research studies over the course of many years. Take a look at this model for relationship breakdowns.
Do you think this Vulnerability-Stress-
Adaptation
model has merit? Why or why not?
SCIENCE BRIEFS
Keeping Marriages Healthy, and Why It’s So Difficult
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By Benjamin R. Karney
0210karneyBenjamin Karney is an Associate Professor of Social Psychology and co-director of the Relationship Institute at the University of California, Los Angeles. His research focuses on how marriages change or remain stable over time, and in particular how relationship maintenance is constrained or enhanced by the contexts in which it takes place. Currently this includes research on marriages in the military, funded by the Department of Defense, and marriages in low-income populations, funded by the National Institute on Child Health and Human Development.
He received the Gerald R. Miller Award for Early Career Achievement from the International Association for Relationship Research in 2004 and has twice been the recipient of the National Council on Family Relation’s Reuben Hill Research and Theory Award for outstanding contributions to family science. His textbook, Intimate Relationships (coauthored with Thomas Bradbury), will be published by W. W. Norton in January, 2010.
People rarely change their minds about subjects that are important to them. Those who favor gun control today are likely to favor gun control ten years from now, and those who vote for Democratic candidates today are likely to do so throughout their lives.
Yet intimate relationships, and marriages in particular, are the exception to this rule. After two people stand before everyone important to them in the world and publicly declare that they love each other and intend to remain together for the rest of their lives, everything social psychology has learned about the stability of publicly declared opinions suggests that these will be the most stable opinions of all (Festinger, 1957). Yet of course they aren’t. Despite the almost uniform happiness and optimism of newlyweds, most first marriages will end in divorce or permanent separation (Bramlett & Mosher, 2002), and the rate of dissolution http://bestofassignment.com for remarriages is even higher (Cherlin, 1992).
In most cases, this represents a drastic and unwanted change in a highly valued belief, a change that is emotionally and financially costly to both members of the couple. Even in marriages that remain intact, newlyweds’ initially high levels of marital satisfaction tend to decline over time (VanLaningham, Johnson, & Amato, 2001). How can we account for this change? How is it that marital satisfaction declines so frequently, despite our best efforts to hold on to the positive feelings that motivate marriage in the first place? And what is it those couples that maintain their initial happiness are doing right?
What couples that stay happy are doing right
Understandi.
The subject is companies lawEssay 800-1000 wordsDue da.docxsarah98765
The subject is companies law
Essay
800-1000 words
Due date 15/4
Avoid plagiarism
6$
1-Write down and explain the advantages and disadvantages for shareholders in the control group.
2- Illustrate the different types of mergers in details, mentioning how- when - why it occurs?
3- Explain in details the two types of corporate litigation. And illustrate the nature of the derivative suit.
4- Explain in details the different types of acquisitions.
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The subject is Legalization of Marijuana in AmericaWhen you .docxsarah98765
The subject is "Legalization of Marijuana in America"
When you write an informative essay that presents two sides of an issue without revealing bias, there are three primary organizational tactics that can be used:
Present all the major arguments on one side of the issue, and then present all the major arguments of the opposing viewpoint.
Present one of the major issues relating to the overarching topic, and in the same paragraph, discuss the viewpoints of both sides on this particular issue.
In one paragraph, present one of the viewpoints on one major aspect of the controversy, and then follow that paragraph with another paragraph presenting the opposing views’ arguments related to the same aspect of the controversy. You then repeat that pattern one to three more times.
For this assignment:
Use the outline template and one of the strategies listed above to organize the materials for your paper.
Use specific quotes or cited evidence in APA style format for your supporting details.
Develop a concise thesis statement that clearly and accurately presents the main idea you will develop in your paper.
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the subject is a kitchen remodel1.4 Work Breakdown S.docxsarah98765
the subject is a kitchen remodel
1.4 Work Breakdown Structure (WBS): Provide a WBS for the project, including all key deliverables and work packages.
1.4.1 Task Description Documentation
1.4.2 Organization Breakdown Structure (OBS): Include all cost accounts across cooperating departments in the organization.
1.5 Responsibility Assignment Matrix (RAM): Include a copy of a RAM for the project that identifies all team members by WBS task code, including tasks for which they assume responsibility, notification, support, or approval upon completion.
1.6 Work Authorization: Describe contract terms and conditions. Include all penalty clauses and specific events that will trigger execution of penalties. Include all notification information, including members of the organization to be notified of changes in contract terms.
1.7 Project Charter
This assignment should be a minimum of two pages in length, not counting the title page and reference page. Be sure to use proper APA formatting. Citations are not required; however, if outside sources are used, make certain to provide in-text citations and references in APA format.
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THe subject is children living in norfolk va with cancer.Research .docxsarah98765
THe subject is children living in norfolk va with cancer.
Research Project
In preparation for this semester long research project, students are to select a community for this assignment. Students should select a community for which they wish to locate resources. The semester long project must have approval from the instructor. Once approval has been gained from the instructor, the student may begin collecting data regarding the community. The textbook by authors Crimando and Riggar (2005) and Sharma and Romas (2012) are to be used as a reference for this research project. Because this is a semester-long project, the minimum length is seven (7) typed pages for undergraduate students. A potential ten (10) points may be deducted from projects that are not a minimum of 7 pages of text plus a cover page, a reference page, a graphic map, a graphic of the model, a table of contents, and a table of demographic information or other content, all properly formatted according to APA. An abstract page is required for this project. The paper should be double-spaced, using a traditional font such as Times New Roman or Arial with a 12 point font.
The selected community will need to be assessed not only for community resources, but also for health promotion needs. Students must have prior approval from the instructor for this assignment. Students will post in Blackboard the selected community and will receive feedback from the instructor for modification until final approval is provided. The APA style manual is to be used, therefore, students are encouraged to purchase the manual and not rely on the internet provided renderings. Ten (10) points will be deducted if the research project does follow the APA style manual requirements. The cover page is to include the student’s name, UIN, course title, Honor Pledge and Professor’s name. Students are encouraged to retain a copy of all work submitted; be mindful that the semester paper will not be returned to you.
In preparing the semester-long research project, students are encouraged to add supplemental materials to accompany the paper and powerpoint. If a pamphlet or a brochure of types is to be included, it can be scanned and submitted electronically with the project as an Appendix or they may be mailed to the instructor from the assigned distance learning site. If the student is assigned to the main campus of Old Dominion University, please either hand deliver or use the inter-campus mailing system at the Gornto Mail Distribution Center for mailing items.
The research project will be submitted via Blackboard. There will be a link for this assignment, Community Research Project, for electronic submission of this assignment. Only those assignments uploaded in BlackBoard will be acknowledged and graded. Be mindful not to send assignments via email to the instructor.
Research Project Outline
Students, in preparing the Research Project, the following should be considered and incorporated as subtitles for the .
The subdivision that I chose is Florida Re-Entry Subdivision (aka Re.docxsarah98765
The subdivision that I chose is Florida Re-Entry Subdivision (aka Recovery, Treatment, and Rehabilitation).
Different departments work together to reach their mission statement. By understanding organizational structure, you can assess whether an organization is fulfilling its mission statement.
To complete this assignment, review the following documents:
LOOK AT MILESTONE ONE FOR THE INSTRUCTION.
2- PAGES IS FINE NOT INCLUDING THE TITLE AND REFERENCE.
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The study of the philosophy of friendship provides us with an o.docxsarah98765
The study of the philosophy of friendship provides us with an opportunity to explore the concept of dissimulation and its vital role in friendship.
Novelist Marcel Proust believed that friendship was only bearable if we wear masks of good manners. This makes a deep and honest friendship very challenging. He believed that the greatest honesty meant acknowledging that real friendship could never really be fully given or received. Similarly, Immanuel Kant noted:
"For everyone has his weaknesses, and these must be kept hidden even from our friends… so that humanity should not be offended thereby. Even to our best friend, we must not discover ourselves as we naturally are and know ourselves to be, for that would be a nasty business" (p. 85).
Yet, some philosophers believe that when we do experience those powerful moments of truth and honesty between close friends, and completely let our guards down, it is a moment of great clarity and insight. In those honest moments, a friend becomes another self. One may feel as close to a friend as one does to oneself. Most philosophers recognize this phenomenon, including the French writer Michel de Montaigne, who described this friendship as becoming ”one soul in two bodies.”
Aristotle took it further to mean that only in friendship can we truly discover ourselves. Similarly, philosopher Giorgio Agamben shares, “The friend is not another I, but an otherness immanent in self-ness, a becoming other of the self.” Vernon adds: “It’s implying that a close friend is another part of you and that you can only fully become who you are in who they are too” (p. 87).
In this week’s reading material, the following philosophers discuss their views on this topic: Aristotle, Kant, Montaigne, Nietzsche, and Schopenhauer. Make sure to incorporate their views as you answer each discussion question. Think about how their views may be similar or different from your own.
With two seemingly dichotomous understandings of the nature of friendship, how exactly can both conceptions be true?
Is a certain amount of feigning actually necessary in order to achieve a meaningful connection in a friendship?
What are the ethical implications of such behavior in friendship?
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The Tea Party movement that started in 2010 is considered by some po.docxsarah98765
The Tea Party movement that started in 2010 is considered by some political analysts as an example of a “grass roots” initiative by frustrated common citizens who seek to influence national policy. In 2011, the Occupy Wall Street movement came into prominence and was immediately compared to the Tea Party.
Take the identity of an analyst working for the Criminal Intelligence Bureau (CIB) of the Miami-Dade Police Department. Your Bureau commander has assigned you the task of analyzing these two political movements that are likely to protest during the upcoming DRNC event next year. Your analysis and recommendations will weigh heavily on your command staff’s policy formation as it pertains to these two particular political groups.
Conduct your own research and cite at least three sources. Cited properly according to APA style guidelines.
Address the following questions:
Describe and analyze the Tea Party and the Occupy Wall Street movements and determine their underlying motives and their likely involvement in the upcoming DRNC event.
How have these movements differed from other political movements in the past?
How do the Tea Party and the Occupy Wall Street movement differ from one another?
What policy recommendations do you make to the Miami-Dade Police Department command staff on how to deal with these two political movements during the upcoming DRNC?
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The TCP, UDP, and IP were designed to provide best-effort service wi.docxsarah98765
The TCP, UDP, and IP were designed to provide best-effort service without quality of service (QoS) guarantees. Today’s multimedia applications are implemented using these protocols. How do these applications meet the demands for a high-quality user experience for streaming stored audio and video, conversational voice and video over IP, and streaming live audio and video? Are there hard limits to what can be accomplished?
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The student will•Apply critical thinking through participat.docxsarah98765
The student will:
•Apply critical thinking through participation of selected topics
•Engage in thoughtful discourse with peers
•Incorporate topic discussion into clinical judgment and decision making within the setting
Scenario: Abuse
• Mr. CO is a 75, year old male. He was admitted to your unit with Pulmonary Fibrosis. As you are walking towards his room to administer medications you hear his son say to him in a nasty tone of voice: “Stop being so stubborn. I need you to give me access to your bank accounts. You’re going to die alone unless you start cooperating”. As you enter he room, the son leaves quickly and you notice the patient has tears in his eyes. You ask “Is everything okay?” Mr. CO shakes his head yes, but remains nonverbal and does not make eye contact. You administer his medications and leave the room.
Directions:
Part 1:
•The original post must be at least
200 – 300 words
in length
•What types of elder abuse did you notice in the scenario? (
give examples and explain
)
•What signs, (
in the scenario
) if any suggest that the nurse should ask some follow up questions?
•As a nurse in this scenario what is your next action?
•How can older adults protect themselves from ever becoming victims of abuse or mistreatment?
Part 2:
•Post one response to the original post of any classmate
•Your response should be
50+ words
•Posting should ask for clarification, challenge respectfully ideas, or describe a situation that illustrates the points being made. Simply agreeing or disagreeing with a post is
NOT
adequate.
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The tasks You are assumed to be one of the software consultants .docxsarah98765
The tasks
You are assumed to be one of the software consultants appointed to shoulder the system analysis responsibilities in, the project outlined in, the case study. You will plan and manage the project as well as investigate and document its system requirements. You will produce a report that discusses this project based on your understanding of it and the related investigation results through the tasks below.
Task 1:
Approaches to Systems Development • How would you go about developing Hospital Information System? Compare different Software Development approaches to consider the best suited for developing HIS. • Justify the choice of your selected approach to systems development.
Task 2: Systems Requirements • What are the primary functional requirements for the system in the case study? List and discuss
Length: 2000 words
these requirements. • What are the non-functional requirements for the system in the case study? List and discuss these non-functional requirements. Justify the choice of your non-functional requirements
Task 3: Project Cost Benefit Analysis • Discuss your project Cost Benefit Analysis (CBA). CBA should focus the following two main points: a. To determine if an investment (or decision) is sound, ascertaining if – and by how much – its benefits outweigh its costs; and b. To provide a basis for comparing investments (or decisions), comparing the total expected cost of each option with its total expected benefits. • Provide an excel spread sheet with details in a Project Cost Benefit Analysis.
Task 4:) Project Schedule • Show a work breakdown structure and a project schedule as a Gantt Chart. Explain both of them and discuss how they relate to each other.
• Given the system goals, requirements, and scope as they are currently understood, is the project schedule reasonable? Why or why not?
Task 5: System Information Requirement Investigation Techniques • Who are the stakeholders involved? • Explain your choice of the 3 most useful investigation techniques. • Justify the usefulness of these 3 investigation techniques.
Information Systems Analysis and Design
Assessment - Systems Development
Lecturer: Lecturer Name
Tutor: Tutor Name
Prepared by:
Student Name
Student Number
Table of Contents (TOC)
Insert a word generated table of contents here
How to create a table of contents in Microsoft Word
1. Apply the built-in Heading styles to the headings in your text.
2. In Word 2007 and Word 2010: References > Table of Contents > choose an option from the menu.
1. Introduction
Add your contents here.
Note: In this section, you provide a clear definition of the aims of this report. You also identify the project objectives. Explain all findings in the reporting document.
2. Approach to Systems Development
Please add your contents here. There are many approaches to Systems development such as Water fall SDLC, Agile, RAD JAD. etc. You need to clearly explain which .
The Task Your assignment is to create a seven page multiple so.docxsarah98765
The Task
Your assignment is to create a seven page multiple source essay comparing the following papers:
Elizabeth J. Tisdell’s
Spiritual Development and Commitments to Emancipatory Education in Women Adult Educators for Social Change
Sharan B. Merriam’s
How Cultural Values Shape Learning in Older Adulthood: The Case of Malaysia
Both papers are available in the forum. The analysis should present the limitations, divergences, and main points of consensus between the papers regarding their
methodologies, purposes and goals of the studies, data collection,
and
how the authors reported their findings
. The final section of your paper should reveal the common structure shared by both papers and how the structure supported both studies.
Essay Requirements
The analysis requires the additional components:
One nameless/anonymous or web reference.
Three APA formatted short quotes used to support the paper
One APA formatted figure.
APA formatted paper including:
o
Font: Times New Roman, 12 point, and double spaced.
o
Margins: One inch margins, all around.
o
Indents: One-half inch indent as to begin a paragraph.
o
Proper APA citations and references.
o
Proper use of Level 1 headings as to label the
introduction, main body,
and
conclusions
segments.
o
Proper use of Level 2 headings as to label the sections within the
main body
and
conclusions
.
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A proper title page.
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A reference page utilizing hanging indents and alphabetized by the last name of the first author.
Free of spelling errors and minimal use of passive voice.
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The tasks related to securing the homeland and its critical infr.docxsarah98765
The tasks related to securing the homeland and its critical infrastructure are shared among many organizations. Several universities participate in research projects in conjunction with the DHS. Additionally, other departments in the government have jurisdiction over certain elements of the critical infrastructure.
Describe two academic institutions helping to conduct research to protect the homeland.
Evaluate in detail one specific example of a research project conducted by each institution to protect the homeland. Be sure to explain the objectives of each project.
Analyze the outcomes, conclusions, and recommendations of each research project? Were these projects successful?
Identify opportunities for future research in the areas explored by these projects.
Select one governmental department other than the DHS or DOD, such as the Department of Energy or the Department of Agriculture. Discuss the department’s responsibilities concerning protection of critical infrastructure. Keep in mind that the term “critical infrastructure” refers to certain specific systems.
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The task is to write up about the Impact of Technology on proj.docxsarah98765
The task is to write up about the
Impact of Technology on project management
Concisely introduce and describe the topic
10 subtopics/talking points
Present the main findings and conclusions of your research
Cite Sources of Information
Use images and/or charts or other graphics
1000 words +/- 10%
Harvard references
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The task is to design and develop a prototype for one of the fea.docxsarah98765
The task is to design and develop a prototype for one of the features of an application which tracks the performance of the players.
The Application features a game with a number of levels; on successful completion of a level, a player moves to the next level. Players can register directly with the app itself or by supplying identification information from one of a number of linked social media apps.
Player data is stored in a single file either as delimited text format or object file. Player details are Id, Player Name, Image Filename, Current Level, Number of Attempts at Current Level, and, Total Points earned. For social media players the social media app name and identifier are stored.
Requirements
Develop a project with console menu-driven application. The project should contain a controller class with stubs for methods implementing the requirements listed below:
1. Load player performance information from a specified file into a players collection implemented using a repository
2. Add a new player with default values for current level, attempts and points and remove a player from the list.
3. List all players in ascending order of overall points earned
4. Update a player's performance data after an attempt at a level – overall points earned should be updated. On successful completion of a level the player should move to the next level and attempts returned to 0; otherwise, number of attempts should be incremented
5. Persist the collection to a specified file
The project should contain a model, repository and controller classes. A sample delimited text file is additionally supplied.
Development Approach
An incremental development approach should be used with the following increments:
Load players from a file and list in name order
This fulfils Requirement 1. To complete this increment you should:
a. Complete the
Player
and
SocialMediaPlayer
classes with required fields and methods
b. Decide on which type of collection you want the repository to define and make the necessary adjustments to the
Repository
class and
RepositoryInterface
.
c. Partially complete the
GameController
class by completing the constructor method which creates a new
Repository
object from a file if specified by the user
d. Partially complete the
GameController
class to implement the
listPlayers()
method
e. Create a
DAOImpl
class to realize the
DAOInterface
using either text file or object file format
f. Modify the
Repository
class to use the
DAOImpl
class to load players from a specified file
Document the results of your testing using screen snippets copied into a Word document. Take a copy of the
GameController
class and name it as
GameController_Increment1.java
.
Add new Player
This fulfils Requirement 2. To complete this increment you should:
a. Fully implement the
addPlayer()
method in the
GameController
class; this should ask the user for required details, create a new
Player
or
SocialMediaP.
The task is individualThe deliverable has to be a report 2,500-.docxsarah98765
The task is individual
The deliverable has to be a report: 2,500-3,000 words.
The weight is equivalent to 40% of the overall grade
.The report has to be delivered in Turnitin during Week 7 and before the end of week 23.59 CEST.
Harvard Referencing System has to be used.
Pick up one company from the following list
•Inditex
•VW Wolsfburg
•Starbucks
•Carrefour
•IKEA
•Inditex
•Unilever
•Nestle
•McDonald’s
•Nike
•H&M
•Amazon
•Samsung
1)Briefly describe the company (shareholders, products/services provided, sales figures, recent evolution)and identify its supply chain
2)Discuss how the selected company achieves a balance between Supply chain arrangements and consumer value
3)Identify their Supply Chain
4)Describe each of the three parts of this SC
a.Supplies
b.Manufacturing or creation of services
c.Distribution channels
5)Make a critical analysis of each of them and of the supply chain as a whole
6)Discuss availability in logistics customer service and provide examples of the different ways to monitor the company’s performance in availability
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The task is attached here. Thanks a lotRubricsHighly develo.docxsarah98765
The task is attached here. Thanks a lot
Rubrics:
Highly developed skills in the expression and presentation of ideas. Fluent writing style. No major grammatical and spelling errors. All references (using Havard References), including recent literature, cited and used accurately.
Excellent use of knowledge gained and awareness of deeper and more subtle aspects of economic issues and theories. There is clear evidence of research/read more widely beyond the core materials.
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1. "The Story of an Hour"
Kate Chopin (1894)
Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble,
great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the
news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences;
veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's
friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been
in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad
disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the
list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of
its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any
less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same,
with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at
once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms.
When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her
room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy
armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical
exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her
soul.
She could see in the open square before her house the tops of
trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. The
delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a
peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which
someone was singing reached her faintly, and countless
sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
2. There were patches of blue sky showing here and there through
the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the
west facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the
chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her
throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep
continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke
repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull
stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one
of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection,
but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it,
fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and
elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky,
reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color
that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning
to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and
she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as
her two white slender hands would have been. When she
abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly
parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: "free,
free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had
followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright.
Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed
every inch of her body.
She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy
that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to
dismiss the suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep
3. again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the
face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and
gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long
procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely.
And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.
There would be no one to live for during those coming years;
she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will
bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and
women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a
fellow-creature. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the
act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief
moment of illumination.
And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not. What
did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for
in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she
suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!
"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.
Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to
the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I
beg; open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are you
doing, Louise? For heaven's sake open the door."
"Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in
a very elixir of life through that open window.
Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her.
Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would
be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long.
It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life
might be long.
She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's
4. importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she
carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She
clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the
stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.
Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was
Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly
carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the
scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been
one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards'
quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--
of the joy that kills.
Reading response:
Pick out at least five phrases which you think are especially
important to the story (what you might mark on a printed text.)
Briefly describe why you chose each.
What questions about character or motivation or plot does this
story leave in your mind?
"A Respectable Woman"
by Kate Chopin
Mrs. Baroda was a little provoked to learn that her husband
expected his friend, Gouvernail, up to spend a week or two on
the plantation.
They had entertained a good deal during the winter; much of the
time had also been passed in New Orleans in various forms of
mild dissipation. She was looking forward to a period of
unbroken rest, now, and undisturbed tete-a-tete with her
5. husband, when he informed her that Gouvernail was coming up
to stay a week or two.
This was a man she had heard much of but never seen. He had
been her husband's college friend; was now a journalist, and in
no sense a society man or "a man about town," which were,
perhaps, some of the reasons she had never met him. But she
had unconsciously formed an image of him in her mind. She
pictured him tall, slim, cynical; with eye-glasses, and his hands
in his pockets; and she did not like him. Gouvernail was slim
enough, but he wasn't very tall nor very cynical; neither did he
wear eyeglasses nor carry his hands in his pockets. And she
rather liked him when he first presented himself.
But why she liked him she could not explain satisfactorily to
herself when she partly attempted to do so. She could discover
in him none of those brilliant and promising traits which
Gaston, her husband, had often assured her that he possessed.
On the contrary, he sat rather mute and receptive before her
chatty eagerness to make him feel at home and in face of
Gaston's frank and wordy hospitality. His manner was as
courteous toward her as the most exacting woman could require;
but he made no direct appeal to her approval or even esteem.
Once settled at the plantation he seemed to like to sit upon the
wide portico in the shade of one of the big Corinthian pillars,
smoking his cigar lazily and listening attentively to Gaston's
experience as a sugar planter.
"This is what I call living," he would utter with deep
satisfaction, as the air that swept across the sugar field caressed
him with its warm and scented velvety touch. It pleased him
also to get on familiar terms with the big dogs that came about
him, rubbing themselves sociably against his legs. He did not
care to fish, and displayed no eagerness to go out and kill
grosbecs when Gaston proposed doing so.
6. Gouvernail's personality puzzled Mrs. Baroda, but she liked
him. Indeed, he was a lovable, inoffensive fellow. After a few
days, when she could understand him no better than at first, she
gave over being puzzled and remained piqued. In this mood she
left her husband and her guest, for the most part, alone together.
Then finding that Gouvernail took no manner of exception to
her action, she imposed her society upon him, accompanying
him in his idle strolls to the mill and walks along the batture.
She persistently sought to penetrate the reserve in which he had
unconsciously enveloped himself.
"When is he going--your friend?" she one day asked her
husband. "For my part, he tires me frightfully."
"Not for a week yet, dear. I can't understand; he gives you no
trouble."
"No. I should like him better if he did; if he were more like
others, and I had to plan somewhat for his comfort and
enjoyment."
Gaston took his wife's pretty face between his hands and looked
tenderly and laughingly into her troubled eyes.
They were making a bit of toilet sociably together in Mrs.
Baroda's dressing-room.
"You are full of surprises, ma belle," he said to her. "Even I can
never count upon how you are going to act under given
conditions." He kissed her and turned to fasten his cravat before
the mirror.
"Here you are," he went on, "taking poor Gouvernail seriously
and making a commotion over him, the last thing he would
desire or expect."
7. "Commotion!" she hotly resented. "Nonsense! How can you say
such a thing? Commotion, indeed! But, you know, you said he
was clever."
"So he is. But the poor fellow is run down by overwork now.
That's why I asked him here to take a rest."
"You used to say he was a man of ideas," she retorted,
unconciliated. "I expected him to be interesting, at least. I'm
going to the city in the morning to have my spring gowns fitted.
Let me know when Mr. Gouvernail is gone; I shall be at my
Aunt Octavie's."
That night she went and sat alone upon a bench that stood
beneath a live oak tree at the edge of the gravel walk.
She had never known her thoughts or her intentions to be so
confused. She could gather nothing from them but the feeling of
a distinct necessity to quit her home in the morning.
Mrs. Baroda heard footsteps crunching the gravel; but could
discern in the darkness only the approaching red point of a
lighted cigar. She knew it was Gouvernail, for her husband did
not smoke. She hoped to remain unnoticed, but her white gown
revealed her to him. He threw away his cigar and seated himself
upon the bench beside her; without a suspicion that she might
object to his presence.
"Your husband told me to bring this to you, Mrs. Baroda," he
said, handing her a filmy, white scarf with which she sometimes
enveloped her head and shoulders. She accepted the scarf from
him with a murmur of thanks, and let it lie in her lap.
He made some commonplace observation upon the baneful
effect of the night air at the season. Then as his gaze reached
8. out into the darkness, he murmured, half to himself:
"`Night of south winds--night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night--'"
She made no reply to this apostrophe to the night, which,
indeed, was not addressed to her.
Gouvernail was in no sense a diffident man, for he was not a
self-conscious one. His periods of reserve were not
constitutional, but the result of moods. Sitting there beside Mrs.
Baroda, his silence melted for the time.
He talked freely and intimately in a low, hesitating drawl that
was not unpleasant to hear. He talked of the old college days
when he and Gaston had been a good deal to each other; of the
days of keen and blind ambitions and large intentions. Now
there was left with him, at least, a philosophic acquiescence to
the existing order--only a desire to be permitted to exist, with
now and then a little whiff of genuine life, such as he was
breathing now.
Her mind only vaguely grasped what he was saying. Her
physical being was for the moment predominant. She was not
thinking of his words, only drinking in the tones of his voice.
She wanted to reach out her hand in the darkness and touch him
with the sensitive tips of her fingers upon the face or the lips.
She wanted to draw close to him and whisper against his cheek-
-she did not care what--as she might have done if she had not
been a respectable woman.
The stronger the impulse grew to bring herself near him, the
further, in fact, did she draw away from him. As soon as she
could do so without an appearance of too great rudeness, she
rose and left him there alone.
9. Before she reached the house, Gouvernail had lighted a fresh
cigar and ended his apostrophe to the night.
Mrs. Baroda was greatly tempted that night to tell her husband--
who was also her friend--of this folly that had seized her. But
she did not yield to the temptation. Beside being a respectable
woman she was a very sensible one; and she knew there are
some battles in life which a human being must fight alone.
When Gaston arose in the morning, his wife had already
departed. She had taken an early morning train to the city. She
did not return till Gouvernail was gone from under her roof.
There was some talk of having him back during the summer that
followed. That is, Gaston greatly desired it; but this desire
yielded to his wife's strenuous opposition.
However, before the year ended, she proposed, wholly from
herself, to have Gouvernail visit them again. Her husband was
surprised and delighted with the suggestion coming from her.
"I am glad, chere amie, to know that you have finally overcome
your dislike for him; truly he did not deserve it."
"Oh," she told him, laughingly, after pressing a long, tender
kiss upon his lips, "I have overcome everything! you will see.
This time I shall be very nice to him."
"THE LOTTERY"
BY
SHIRLEY JACKSON
The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh
warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming
10. profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the
village began to gather in the square, between the post office
and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so
many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started
on June 2nd. But in this village, where there were only about
three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two
hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still
be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon
dinner. The children assembled first, of course. School was
recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat
uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly
for a while before they broke into boisterous play. And their
talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and
reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full
of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example,
selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry
Jones and Dickie Delacroix-- the villagers pronounced this
name "Dellacroy"--eventually made a great pile of stones in one
corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other
boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking
over their shoulders at the boys. And the very small children
rolled in the dust or clung to the hands of their older brothers or
sisters.
Soon the men began to gather, surveying their own children,
speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood
together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their
jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The
women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly
after their menfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged
bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands. Soon the
women, standing by their husbands, began to call to their
children, and the children came reluctantly, having to be called
four or five times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mother's
grasping hand and ran, laughing, back to the pile of stones. His
father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly and took his
11. place between his father and his oldest brother.
The lottery was conducted--as were the square dances, the teen
club, the Halloween program--by Mr. Summers, who had time
and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced,
jovial man and he ran the coal business. People were sorry for
him because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When
he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there
was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he
waved and called. "Little late today, folks." The postmaster, Mr.
Graves, followed him, carrying a three- legged stool, and the
stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set
the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance,
leaving a space between themselves and the stool. And when
Mr. Summers said, "Some of you fellows want to give me a
hand?" there was a hesitation before two men Mr. Martin and
his oldest son, Baxter came forward to hold the box steady on
the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.
The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long
ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put
into use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town,
was born. Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about
making a new box, but no one liked to upset even as much
tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story
that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box
that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the
first people settled down to make a village here. Every year,
after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talking again about a new
box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without
anything's being done. The black box grew shabbier each year:
by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly
along one side to show the original wood color, and in some
places faded or stained.
Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, held the black box
12. securely on the stool until Mr. Summers had stirred the papers
thoroughly with his hand. Because so much of the ritual had
been forgotten or discarded, Mr. Summers had been successful
in having slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that
had been used for generations. Chips of wood, Mr. Summers
had argued, had been all very well when the village was tiny,
but now that the population was more than three hundred and
likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to use something
that would fit more easily into the black box. The night before
the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of
paper and put them in the box, and it was then taken to the safe
of Mr. Summers' coal company and locked up until Mr.
Summers was ready to take it to the square next morning. The
rest of the year, the box was put way, sometimes one place,
sometimes another; it had spent one year in Mr. Graves's barn
and another year underfoot in the post office. And sometimes it
was set on a shelf in the Martin grocery and left there.
There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr.
Summers declared the lottery open. There were the lists to make
up--of heads of families, heads of households in each family,
members of each household in each family. There was the
proper swearing-in of Mr. Summers by the postmaster, as the
official of the lottery; at one time, some people remembered,
there had been a recital of some sort, performed by the official
of the lottery, a perfunctory tuneless chant that had been rattled
off duly each year; some people believed that the official of the
lottery used to stand just so when he said or sang it, others
believed that he was supposed to walk among the people, but
years and years ago this part of the ritual had been allowed to
lapse. There had been, also, a ritual salute, which the official of
the lottery had had to use in addressing each person who came
up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time,
until now it was felt necessary only for the official to speak to
each person approaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all
this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans, with one hand
13. resting carelessly on the black box, he seemed very proper and
important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and the
Martins.
Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the
assembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the
path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and
slid into place in the back of the crowd. "Clean forgot what day
it was," she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stood next to her, and
they both laughed softly. "Thought my old man was out back
stacking wood," Mrs. Hutchinson went on. "And then I looked
out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it
was the twenty-seventh and came a-running." She dried her
hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, "You're in time,
though. They're still talking away up there."
Mrs. Hutchinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and
found her husband and children standing near the front. She
tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and began to
make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-
humoredly to let her through: two or three people said in voices
just loud enough to be heard across the crowd, "Here comes
your, Missus, Hutchinson," and "Bill, she made it after all."
Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who
had been waiting, said cheerfully. "Thought we were going to
have to get on without you, Tessie." Mrs. Hutchinson said,
grinning, "Wouldn't have me leave m'dishes in the sink, now,
would you. Joe?," and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the
people stirred back into position after Mrs. Hutchinson's arrival.
"Well, now," Mr. Summers said soberly, "guess we better get
started, get this over with, so's we can go back to work.
Anybody ain't here?"
"Dunbar," several people said. "Dunbar. Dunbar."
14. Mr. Summers consulted his list. "Clyde Dunbar," he said.
"That's right. He's broke his leg, hasn't he? Who's drawing for
him?"
"Me. I guess," a woman said, and Mr. Summers turned to look
at her. "Wife draws for her husband," Mr. Summers said. "Don't
you have a grown boy to do it for you, Janey?" Although Mr.
Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer
perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery
to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an
expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbar answered.
"Horace's not but sixteen yet," Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully.
"Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year."
"Right," Mr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was
holding. Then he asked, "Watson boy drawing this year?"
A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. "Here," he said. "I'm
drawing for my mother and me." He blinked his eyes nervously
and ducked his head as several voices in the crowd said things
like "Good fellow, Jack." and "Glad to see your mother's got a
man to do it."
"Well," Mr. Summers said, "guess that's everyone. Old Man
Warner make it?"
"Here," a voice said, and Mr. Summers nodded.
A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his
throat and looked at the list. "All ready?" he called. "Now, I'll
read the names--heads of families first--and the men come up
and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your
hand without looking at it until everyone has had a turn.
Everything clear?"
15. The people had done it so many times that they only half
listened to the directions: most of them were quiet, wetting their
lips, not looking around. Then Mr. Summers raised one hand
high and said, "Adams." A man disengaged himself from the
crowd and came forward. "Hi. Steve," Mr. Summers said, and
Mr. Adams said, "Hi. Joe." They grinned at one another
humorlessly and nervously. Then Mr. Adams reached into the
black box and took out a folded paper. He held it firmly by one
corner as he turned and went hastily back to his place in the
crowd, where he stood a little apart from his family, not looking
down at his hand.
"Allen," Mr. Summers said. "Anderson.... Bentham."
"Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more,"
Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row.
"Seems like we got through with the last one only last week."
"Time sure goes fast," Mrs. Graves said.
"Clark.... Delacroix."
"There goes my old man," Mrs. Delacroix said. She held her
breath while her husband went forward.
"Dunbar," Mr. Summers said, and Mrs. Dunbar went steadily to
the box while one of the women said, "Go on, Janey," and
another said, "There she goes."
"We're next," Mrs. Graves said. She watched while Mr. Graves
came around from the side of the box, greeted Mr. Summers
gravely and selected a slip of paper from the box. By now, all
through the crowd there were men holding the small folded
papers in their large hands, turning them over and over
nervously. Mrs. Dunbar and her two sons stood together, Mrs.
16. Dunbar holding the slip of paper.
"Harburt.... Hutchinson."
"Get up there, Bill," Mrs. Hutchinson said, and the people near
her laughed.
"Jones."
"They do say," Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood
next to him, "that over in the north village they're talking of
giving up the lottery."
Old Man Warner snorted. "Pack of crazy fools," he said.
"Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them.
Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in
caves, nobody work any more, live that way for a while. Used to
be a saying about 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.' First
thing you know, we'd all be eating stewed chickweed and
acorns. There's always been a lottery," he added petulantly.
"Bad enough to see young Joe Summers up there joking with
everybody."
"Some places have already quit lotteries," Mrs. Adams said.
"Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly.
"Pack of young fools."
"Martin." And Bobby Martin watched his father go forward.
"Overdyke.... Percy."
"I wish they'd hurry," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son. "I wish
they'd hurry."
"They're almost through," her son said.
17. "You get ready to run tell Dad," Mrs. Dunbar said.
Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward
precisely and selected a slip from the box. Then he called,
"Warner."
"Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery," Old Man Warner
said as he went through the crowd. "Seventy-seventh time."
"Watson." The tall boy came awkwardly through the crowd.
Someone said, "Don't be nervous, Jack," and Mr. Summers said,
"Take your time, son."
"Zanini."
After that, there was a long pause, a breathless pause, until Mr.
Summers, holding his slip of paper in the air, said, "All right,
fellows." For a minute, no one moved, and then all the slips of
paper were opened. Suddenly, all the women began to speak at
once, saying, "Who is it?," "Who's got it?," "Is it the Dunbars?,"
"Is it the Watsons?" Then the voices began to say, "It's
Hutchinson. It's Bill," "Bill Hutchinson's got it."
"Go tell your father," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son.
People began to look around to see the Hutchinsons. Bill
Hutchinson was standing quiet, staring down at the paper in his
hand. Suddenly, Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers,
"You didn't give him time enough to take any paper he wanted.
I saw you. It wasn't fair!"
"Be a good sport, Tessie," Mrs. Delacroix called, and Mrs.
Graves said, "All of us took the same chance."
"Shut up, Tessie," Bill Hutchinson said.
18. "Well, everyone," Mr. Summers said, "that was done pretty fast,
and now we've got to be hurrying a little more to get done in
time." He consulted his next list. "Bill," he said, "you draw for
the Hutchinson family. You got any other households in the
Hutchinsons?"
"There's Don and Eva," Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. "Make them
take their chance!"
"Daughters draw with their husbands' families, Tessie," Mr.
Summers said gently. "You know that as well as anyone else."
"It wasn't fair," Tessie said.
"I guess not, Joe," Bill Hutchinson said regretfully. "My
daughter draws with her husband's family; that's only fair. And
I've got no other family except the kids."
"Then, as far as drawing for families is concerned, it's you," Mr.
Summers said in explanation, "and as far as drawing for
households is concerned, that's you, too. Right?"
"Right," Bill Hutchinson said.
"How many kids, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked formally.
"Three," Bill Hutchinson said.
"There's Bill, Jr., and Nancy, and little Dave. And Tessie and
me."
"All right, then," Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you got their
tickets back?"
Mr. Graves nodded and held up the slips of paper. "Put them in
the box, then," Mr. Summers directed. "Take Bill's and put it
19. in."
"I think we ought to start over," Mrs. Hutchinson said, as
quietly as she could. "I tell you it wasn't fair. You didn't give
him time enough to choose. Everybody saw that."
Mr. Graves had selected the five slips and put them in the box,
and he dropped all the papers but those onto the ground, where
the breeze caught them and lifted them off.
"Listen, everybody," Mrs. Hutchinson was saying to the people
around her.
"Ready, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked, and Bill Hutchinson, with
one quick glance around at his wife and children, nodded.
"Remember," Mr. Summers said, "take the slips and keep them
folded until each person has taken one. Harry, you help little
Dave." Mr. Graves took the hand of the little boy, who came
willingly with him up to the box. "Take a paper out of the box,
Davy." Mr. Summers said. Davy put his hand into the box and
laughed. "Take just one paper," Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you
hold it for him." Mr. Graves took the child's hand and removed
the folded paper from the tight fist and held it while little Dave
stood next to him and looked up at him wonderingly.
"Nancy next," Mr. Summers said. Nancy was twelve, and her
school friends breathed heavily as she went forward switching
her skirt, and took a slip daintily from the box. "Bill, Jr.," Mr.
Summers said, and Billy, his face red and his feet overlarge,
near knocked the box over as he got a paper out. "Tessie," Mr.
Summers said. She hesitated for a minute, looking around
defiantly, and then set her lips and went up to the box. She
snatched a paper out and held it behind her.
"Bill," Mr. Summers said, and Bill Hutchinson reached into the
20. box and felt around, bringing his hand out at last with the slip
of paper in it.
The crowd was quiet. A girl whispered, "I hope it's not Nancy,"
and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd.
"It's not the way it used to be," Old Man Warner said clearly.
"People ain't the way they used to be."
"All right," Mr. Summers said. "Open the papers. Harry, you
open little Dave's."
Mr. Graves opened the slip of paper and there was a general
sigh through the crowd as he held it up and everyone could see
that it was blank. Nancy and Bill. Jr. opened theirs at the same
time, and both beamed and laughed, turning around to the crowd
and holding their slips of paper above their heads.
"Tessie," Mr. Summers said. There was a pause, and then Mr.
Summers looked at Bill Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded his paper
and showed it. It was blank.
"It's Tessie," Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed.
"Show us her paper, Bill."
Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of
paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot
Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil
in the coal company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, and there
was a stir in the crowd.
"All right, folks," Mr. Summers said. "Let's finish quickly."
Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the
original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile
of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were
21. stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had
come out of the box. Mrs. Delacroix selected a stone so large
she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs.
Dunbar. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up."
Mrs. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said,
gasping for breath, "I can't run at all. You'll have to go ahead
and I'll catch up with you."
The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy
Hutchinson a few pebbles.
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now,
and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in
on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the
head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on,
everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of
villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.
"It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then
they were upon her.
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