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ARABS DO IT BETTER - LXXVII - 77 ....IT'S SIMPLEX ....Al-kitāb al-mukhtaṣar fī ḥisāb al-ğabr wa’l-muqābala (Arabic: الكتاب المختصر في حساب الجبر والمقابلة‎, "The Compendious Book on Calculation by Completion and Balancing", also known under a shorter name spelled as Hisab al-jabr w’al-muqabala, Kitab al-Jabr wa-l-Muqabala and other transliterations) is a mathematical book written in Arabic language in approximately AD 820 by the Persian mathematician Muḥammad ibn Mūsā al-Khwārizmī in Baghdad, the capital of the Abbasid Caliphate at the time. The book was translated into Latin in the mid 12th century under the title Liber Algebrae et Almucabola (with algebrae and almucabola being simply Latinized corruptions of the words in the Arabic title). Today's term algebra is derived from the term الجبر al-ğabr in the title of this book. The al-ğabr provided an exhaustive account of solving for the positive roots of polynomial equations up to the second degree. Several authors have also published texts under the name of Kitāb al-ğabr wa-l-muqābala, including Abū Ḥanīfa al-Dīnawarī, Abū Kāmil Shujā ibn Aslam, Abū Muḥammad al-ʿAdlī, Abū Yūsuf al-Miṣṣīṣī, 'Abd al-Hamīd ibn Turk, Sind ibn ʿAlī, Sahl ibn Bišr, and Šarafaddīn al-Ṭūsī. Legacy[edit] R. Rashed and Angela Armstrong write: "Al-Khwarizmi's text can be seen to be distinct not only from the Babylonian tablets, but also from Diophantus' Arithmetica. It no longer concerns a series of problems to be resolved, but an exposition which starts with primitive terms in which the combinations must give all possible prototypes for equations, which henceforward explicitly constitute the true object of study. On the other hand, the idea of an equation for its own sake appears from the beginning and, one could say, in a generic manner, insofar as it does not simply emerge in the course of solving a problem, but is specifically called on to define an infinite class of problems." J. J. O'Connor and E. F. Robertson wrote in the MacTutor History of Mathematics archive: "Perhaps one of the most significant advances made by Arabic mathematics began at this time with the work of al-Khwarizmi, namely the beginnings of algebra. It is important to understand just how significant this new idea was. It was a revolutionary move away from the Greek concept of mathematics which was essentially geometry. Algebra was a unifying theory which allowed rational numbers, irrational numbers, geometrical magnitudes, etc., to all be treated as "algebraic objects". It gave mathematics a whole new development path so much broader in concept to that which had existed before, and provided a vehicle for future development of the subject. Another important aspect of the introduction of algebraic ideas was that it allowed mathematics to be applied to itself in a way which had not happened before.The word algebra is derived from the name of one of the basic operations with equations (al-ğabr) described in this book. The book was introduced to the Western world by the Latin translation of Robert of Chester entitled Liber algebrae et almucabola, hence "algebra". Since the book does not give any citations to previous authors, it is not clearly known what earlier works were used by al-Khwarizmi, and modern mathematical historians put forth opinions based on the textual analysis of the book and the overall body of knowledge of the contemporary Muslim world. Most certain are connections with Indian mathematics, as he had written a book entitled Kitāb al-Jamʿ wa-l-tafrīq bi-ḥisāb al-Hind (The Book of Bringing_together and Separating According to the Hindu Calculation) discussing the Hindu-Arabic numeral system. The book classifies quadratic equations to one of the six basic types and provides algebraic and geometric methods to solve the basic ones. Historian Carl Boyer notes the following regarding the lack of modern abstract notations in the book: ... the algebra of al-Khwarizmi is thoroughly rhetorical, with none of the syncopation (see History of algebra) found in the Greek Arithmetica or in Brahmagupta's work. Even the numbers were written out in words rather than symbols! — Carl B. Boyer , A History of Mathematics Thus the equations are verbally described in terms of "squares" (what would today be "x"), "roots" (what would today be "x") and "numbers" (ordinary spelled out numbers, like 'forty-two'). The six types, with modern notations, are: squares equal roots (ax = bx) squares equal number (ax = c) roots equal number (bx = c) squares and roots equal number (ax + bx = c) squares and number equal roots (ax + c = bx) roots and number equal squares (bx + c = ax) Islamic mathematicians, unlike the Hindus, did not deal with negative numbers at all; hence an equation like bx + c = 0 does not appear in the classification, because it has no positive solutions if all the coefficients are positive. Similarly equation types 4, 5 and 6, which look equivalent to the modern eye, were distinguished because the coefficients must all be positive. The al-ğabr (in Arabic script 'الجبر') ("forcing " or "restoring") operation is moving a deficient quantity from one side of the equation to the other side. In an al-Khwarizmi's example (in modern notation), "x = 40x − 4x" is transformed by al-ğabr into "5x = 40x". Repeated application of this rule eliminates negative quantities from calculations. Al-Muqabala (in Arabic script 'المقابله') ("balancing"or "corresponding") means subtraction of the same positive quantity from both sides: "x + 5 = 40x + 4x" is turned into "5 = 40x + 3x". Repeated application of this rule makes quantities of each type ("square"/"root"/"number") appear in the equation at most once, which helps to see that there are only 6 basic solvable types of the problem, when restricted to positive coefficients and solutions. The next part of the book discusses practical examples of the application of the described rules. The following part deals with applied problems of measuring areas and volumes. The last part deals with computations involved in Islamic rules of inheritance. None of these parts require the knowledge about solving quadratic equation..."The Arabic Hegemony". A History of Mathematics..."The Arabs in general loved a good clear argument from premise to conclusion, as well as systematic organization – respects in which neither Diophantus nor the Hindus excelled. Analogia Entis: Metaphysics: Original Structure and Universal Rhythm by Erich Pryzwara, John R Betz (Translation), David Bentley Hart (Translation) 4.5 of 5 stars 4.50 · rating details · 2 ratings · 0 reviews Although Erich Przywara (18891972) was one of the preeminent Catholic theologians of his time and a profound influence on such people as Hans Urs von Balthasar and Joseph Ratzinger, he has remained virtually unknown in North America. This volume includes Przywara's groundbreaking Analogia Entis, originally published in 1932, and his subsequent essays on the concept analogia entis -- the analogy between God and creation -- which has currency in philosophical and theological circles today

Al-Kitāb al-mukhtaṣar fī hīsāb al-ğabr wa’l-muqābala (Arabic for "The Compendious Book on Calculation by Completion and Balancing", in Arabic script 'الكتاب المختصر في حساب الجبر والمقابلة'), also known under a shorter name spelled as Hisab al-jabr w’al-muqabala, Kitab al-Jabr wa-l-Muqabala and other transliterations) is a mathematical book written in Arabic, in approximately AD 820 by the Persian mathematician, Muhammad ibn Mūsā al-Khwārizmī.....O PERSA 
MAOMÉ FILHO DE MOISÉS...
APELIDADO AL KHWARAZMI POR SU OBRA IMORTAL AL-GABR OU AL-JABR 
VAL MU CABALAH.....

The term "algebra" is derived from the al-ğabr in the title of this book, which is considered the foundational text of modern algebra. The al-ğabr provided an exhaustive account of solving for the positive roots of polynomial equations up to the second degree, and introduced the fundamental methods of "reduction" and "balancing", referring to the transposition of subtracted terms to the other side of an equation, that is, the cancellation of like terms on opposite sides of the equation.

Several authors have also published texts under the name of Kitāb al-ğabr wa-l-muqābala, including Abū Ḥanīfa al-Dīnawarī, Abū Kāmil Shujā ibn Aslam, Abū Muḥammad al-ʿAdlī, Abū Yūsuf al-Miṣṣīṣī, 'Abd al-Hamīd ibn Turk, Sind ibn ʿAlī, Sahl ibn Bišr, and Šarafaddīn al-Ṭūsī.

PANDEMIC NOW - HISTORY OF THE 1830 INFLUENZA PANDEMIC OR BLAME THE CHINAMEN SEMPRE GOSTEI DE LER LIVROS SOBRE GRIPE QUANDO APANHAVA GRIPE ....E EXCEPTUANDO A DE 1977 QUE ME IA BATENDO AS BOTAS TODAS DÃO CÁ UM SPIKE ...1836 -1837 E A GRIPE QUE OS CHINESES DERAM EM TROCA DO ÓPIO 1847-1848 E ÓDESPOIS 42 ANOS PANDEMIC FREE TILL 1889-90 COMEÇA NA ÁSIA CENTRAL EM MAIO DIZ O TELÉGRAFO INVADE A RÚSSIA E A PÉRSIA NO VERÃO QUENTE DE 89 E PASSA AS FÉRIAS DE OUTUBRO A FEVEREIRO NA EUROPA OCIDENTAL COM TRAMPOLIM BY BOAT NO INVERNO DE 1889-90 PARA ÁFRICA E AMÉRICA MATA ATÉ JUNHO DE 1890...UM BOM ANO PARA MORRER DE GRIPE ...earliest ages. According to historical sources, pan- demics have appeared with intervals since ancient times. As early as 4 12 B.C. Hippocrates and Livy wrote about their occurrence. Historians of medicine agree that 12 pandemics have occurred within the last 400 years. The only facts aiding analysis during this period were approximate incident cases and deaths. A detailed investigation of these pandemics shows that 11 of them began in China. In 1891, after long-lasting investigations, Pfeiffer managed to discover what he regarded as the germ of influenza named Bacillus influenzae, which had, in fact, already been perceived by 0. Bujwid in biopsy mate- rial a year earlier. It was acknowledged as a pathogenic factor, and not until the influenza virus was discovered in 1933 by Wilson Smith, Christopher Andrewes and Patrick Laidlow (NationAL INSTITUTE FOR RESEARCH IN LONDINIUM In the year B.C. 393, when the Carthaginians were laying siege to Syracuse, a pestilence broke out in their camp and proved the salva- . tion of the city. This epidemic, in DwdofUS which the Carthaginians fell by thousands whilst the Syracusans themselves remained unharmed, is thought by Isensee (Die Geschichte d. Medizin, etc., vol i. p. 168; Berlin, 1840) to have been influenza; but it cannot be said that the account given by Diodorus Siculus justifies such a view. The Greek historian does, it is true, mention catarrhal symptoms and great mor bidity among the characteristics of the visitation ; but the fact that enormous numbers of those attacked died on the fifth or sixth day entirely disposes of Isensee's contention. In view of the variety of symptoms detailed by Diodorus, Haeser is inclined to is inclined to consider the epidemic one of smallpox or of typhus, or, perhaps even, of both. There are medical historians of a speculative turn of mind who would have one believe that the pestilence of A.D. 542, described by „ „ ■ • a , , Procopius rrocopius, was influenza ; but no one r who has read The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire can possibly be misled on this point. Gibbon tells us (vol. iv., ch. xl. p. 549 et seq) that "the fatal disease which depopulated the earth in the time of Justinian and his successors, first appeared in the neighbourhood of Pelusium, between the Serbonian bog and the eastern channel of the Nile.were a double path, it spread to the east, over Syria, Persia, and the Indies, and penetrated to the west, along the coast of Africa, and over the continent of Europe. In the spring of the second year, Constantinople, during three or four months, was visited by the pestilence ; and Procopius, who observed its progress and symptoms with the eyes of a physician, has emulated the skill and diligence of Thucydides in the description of the plague of Athens. . . . The infection sometimes commenced with the visions of a distressful fancy, and the victim despaired as soon as he had the menace and felt the stroke of an invisible spectre. But the greater number in their beds, in the streets, in their usual occupation, were surprised by a slight fever, so slight, indeed, that neither the pulse nor the colour of the patient gave signs of the approach ing danger." Read alone, the last paragraph might possibly be taken for a description of the outset of influenza ; but Gibbon proceeds to give in detail all the symptoms, all the horrors, of bubonic plague, and, after commenting on the impossibility of obtaining even an approximate estimate of the enormous mortality caused by this hideous pest, concludes with the words " I find that during three months, five, at length ten thou sand persons died each month in Constantinople that many cities of the East were left vacant, and that in several districts of Italy the harvest and vintage withered in the ground." Influenza plus ruthless venesection never wrought quite such havoc as that ! chronicler Saxo, the former of whom states that in the beginning of December, 1173, "an intolerable and unheard of cough (tussis intolerabilis et inaudita) " spread over " the whole German kingdom and especially Cisalpine Gaul," attacking both young and old, and causing many deaths ; and Saxo relates that, in Italy, "a dense fog" early in February, 1173, caused "a very severe cough (tussis gravissima) " from which man}' died, especially "pregnant women." We also learn from Creighton that "under this year (1173), the chronicle of Melrose enters ' a certain evil and unheard of cough (tussis quaedam mala et inaudita),'Buoninsegni's Istoria Fiorcntina, Florence, 1580:— (1) "In this year, 1323, and in the month of August, there was a pestilential wind, which caused nearly all the inhabitants of Florence to fall sick of cold and fever, and the same thing took place throughout almost the whole of Italy; " (2) " In the said year (1327) and month, there was throughout the whole of Italy an infectious fever caused by cold ...Florence in January and February, 1387. From Florence it spread in a northerly direction, reaching France and Germany during Lent. Except amongst children, the morbidity was great, hardly one-tenth of the inhabitants of Montpellier escaping attack (Valescus) ; and Jakob von Konigshoven writes in the Strasburg Chronicles of the year, " There came a general pestilence in the whole country, with cough and influenza, so that hardly one among ten remained healthy." But very few succumbed to the disease, and those chiefly the very old and weaklings. It appears that, as a rule, the patients suffered for four or five days from the most disagreeable catarrhal

influenza is identified under the name
" slaedan," or prostration, which was epidemic
in Ireland in 1326 or 1328, the same epidemic
being called "murre" in the annals of Clonmacnoise.

 epidemic of 1357, also
on the authority of Buoninsegni

 "una influenza di freddo," an expression that
probably gave rise to the erroneous notion that
influenza was the Italian name

 Biermer, however,
does not recognize any of these epidemics ; he
writes, "the epidemic spreading in 1357-58 over
Savoy, Germany, France, and Catalonia, we hold
even less to be influenza than those of 1323 and
1327."
The next epidemic to be considered influenza
by historians is that of 1387, which Ripperger
thinks the first authenticated outbreak
of the disease

 symptoms—coryza, cough, severe headache, .a
feeling of oppression in the chest—with fever, and
not infrequently some delirium.
E COSTUMO SONHAR COM GALINHAS EM CIMA DE CARRIS DE CAMINHO DE FERRO
 QUANDO TENHO INFLUENZA DI FREDDO........It is, of course,
quite possible 

that there were other symptoms
not mentioned in the fragmentary records that
have come down to us; but, anyway, Gluge, as
well as Ripperger, is satisfied that " the data
sufficiently characterize influenza." The treat
ment consisted in the exhibition of decoctions of
chamomile and coriander berries, sweetened with
syrup of poppies; clysmata; diaphoretics, and
low diet.



.
 epidemic of influenza in 1403, but
Pasquier gives an account of the outbreak of a
disease in Paris on 26th April of that
year, which attacked more than a
hundred thousand persons. The symptoms were
cough, headache, loss of appetite for both food
and drink, insomnia, and in some cases such great
prostration that nearly all business was suspended.
No other town or district appears to have suffered
from a similar visitation in that year.
In the following year, however, an epidemic
not unlike that first described visited Flanders in
the month of April, and appeared later
on in Saxony and Thuringia.

His authority is Bishop Gregory, of Tours, according
to whom the inhabitants of that town and of
Nimes were attacked with a pestilence in 591, the
symptoms of which were pain in the head, sneezing,
and uncontrollable yawning. It was often fatal.
The epizootic of the same year among cattle and
beasts of burden can only be considered a coincid
ence (v. p. 103), and cannot be looked upon as in
any way confirmatory of Leupoldt's conjecture


The yawning
and sneezing which were so prevalent at the time
are said to have given rise to the custom, which
still exists in some countries, of making the sign
of the cross over the mouth when yawning,
and saying "God preserve you!" 

 SANTINHO Ó VASCO DA GAMA 
when any one
sneezes.
As a rule, only a passing allusion is made to the
epidemics of cough and fever that occurred in 827
(France and Germany), 876 (Italy),

(Germany), 927 (trance and Germany), ,
and 996-997 (England).

1918 PRIMEIROS CASOS IN APRILIS 

NOS REGIMENTOS BRITÂNICOS ESTACIONADOS EN ROUEN

ET VIMEREUX ESSA PRIMEIRA VAGA EPIDÉMICA ATINGE O PICO EN JUIN 

COM OS MOVIMENTOS DE TROPAS 
ATINGE AS ILHAS BRITÂNICAS E OS 

U.S OF A  ITALY GERMANY L'ALEMAGNE 

INDIES FOCOS EPIDÉMICOS EM JULHO

ÁFRICA DO SUL AGOSTO

NA AUSTRÁLIA QUARENTENA RIGOROSA

IMPEDE A ENTRADA DA BICHA ATÉ JANEIRO 1919  Nº DE VÍTIMAS MUITO PEQUENO ALGUMAS CENTENAS DE MORTOS ENTRE OS CIVIS 
E APENAS UM POUCO MAIOR NAS POPULAÇÕES MILITARIZADAS QUE REGRESSAM......CASOS SEM GRAVIDADE

DOIS MESES DEPOIS SEGUNDA VAGA EPIDÉMICA ATINGE A POPULAÇÃO MILITARIZADA DESMILITARIZADA E CIVIL DO MUNDO INTEIRO GRANDE PERCENTAGEM DE CASOS GRAVES E FATAIS 
DOS 3% DE MORTES DO MÁXIMO DE SETEMBRO-OUTUBRO 1918 
EN GAY PARIS A 6 OCTOBRE A 9 NOVEMBRE 210 DECEDÉS PAR JOUR 

10,059 MORTS....FROM SEPT TO MARCH 1919 IN PARIS 

DANS L'ARMÉE FRANÇAISE 500,000 CASOS 
GRIPAIS ET 31 MIL 

U.K. 200 THOUSAND KILL'S 

U.S OF A 550 TO  700 THOUSAND 

DAI NIPPON 250 THOUSAND

PAKI-INDIA SEVERAL MILLIONS SOME SAY 12.5, SOME SAY MORE THAN THAT


THE INFLUENZA TIME BOMB....DIE JAGD NACH DEM VIRUS... THE EBOLA BY AIR VIRUS ...Feeling tired, achy, and congested? You'll hope not after reading science writer Gina Kolata's engrossing Flu, a fascinating look at the 1918 epidemic that wiped out around 40 million people in less than a year and afflicted more than one of every four Americans. This tragedy, just on the heels of World War I and far more deadly, so traumatized the survivors that few would talk about it afterward. Kolata reports on the scientific investigation of this bizarre outbreak, in particular the attempts to sequence the virus' DNA from tissue samples of victims. She also looks at the social and personal effects of the disease, from improved public health awareness to the loss of productivity. (The disease affected 20- to 40-year-olds disproportionately.) How could this disease, now almost trivial to healthy young people, have become so virulent? The answer is complex, invoking epidemiology, immunology, and even psychology, but Kolata cuts a swath through medical papers and statistical reports to tell a story of an out-of-control virus exploiting an exhausted world on the brink of transition into modern society. Through letters, interviews, and news reports, she pieces together a cautionary tale that captures the horror of a devastating illness. Research marches onward, but we're still at the mercy of something as simple as the flu.At the height of WWI, history's most lethal influenza virus erupted in an army camp in Kansas, moved east with American troops, then exploded, killing as many as 100 million people worldwide. It killed more people in twenty-four months than AIDS killed in twenty-four years, more in a year than the Black Death killed in a century. But this was not the Middle Ages, and 1918 marked the first collision of science and epidemic disease. Magisterial in its breadth of perspective and depth of research and now revised to reflect the growing danger of the avian flu, The Great Influenza is ultimately a tale of triumph amid tragedy, which provides us with a precise and sobering model as we confront the epidemics looming on our own horizon. John M. Barry has written a new afterword for this edition that brings us up to speed on the terrible threat of the avian flu and suggest ways in which we might head off another flu pandemic.The Great Influenza: The Epic Story of the Deadliest Plague in MODERN History THE PLAGUE AND THE SMALL POX KILL MORE PEOPLE BUT THEY TAKE THEIR TIME... Influenza 1918: The Worst Epidemic in American History (The American Experience) by Lynette Iezzoni, David McCullough In America alone, some 25 million people fell ill and an estimated 675,000 died, all within a few tragic months.but we learn also from the same source how, in vengeance for an insult offered to his priest, the shafts of the Sun-god carried sickness into the Argive camp, destroying first the dogs and mules, and then thousands of warriors. While such beliefs pre vailed it was but natural that men should seek in every such emergency to propitiate the gods as the best and surest means of averting calamity. Sacrifice and supplication were therefore during long ages the only measures resorted to wherewith to arrest the progress of disease.

The focus, of course, was what differentiated the 1918 pandemic from those previous. 
NOVA ESTIRPE OU PELO MENOS NÃO A MESMA DA GRANDE PANDEMIA 1889/90
 
Why was it so deadly? POPULAÇÕES FAMINTAS SÓ NA EUROPA E NA ÁSIA 
EM ÁFRICA E NA AMÉRICA AINDA NÃO MORRIAM DE FOME LOGO PORQUÊ UNS CENTOS DE MILHARES DE AMERICANOS ARE GOING KAPPUT?
How did it spread? BY AIR E HAVIA POUCOS AVIÕES NA ALTURA....
How was it able to spread so quickly around the world? SECONDARY EFFECTS OF WORLD WAR ONE.... Who was vulnerable? 
Who wasn't? OR IT'S SIMPLE THE LEAST VULNERABLE ONES....
 Why? Why? Why?

Influenza: its history, nature, cause and treatment

 

1580 PANDEMIA DE GRIPE NA EUROPA 

 DOM SEBASTIÃO VINDO DO NEVOEIRO É UMA 

 DAS MUITAS VÍTIMAS JÁ DOM FILIPE II CAI DE CAMA 

DURANTE UNS MESES

VASCO DA GAMA APANHA UMA DOSE TAL QUE DÁ VOLTAS NA CAIXA DE FÓSFOROS ONDE O ENTERRARAM

HÁ UNS BONS ANOS....

É EM 1742 COM A GRANDE PANDEMIA 

QUE A GRIPE APANHA O SEU NOME 

EM ITÁLIA UN INFLUENZA DI FREDDO

PER INFLUÊNCIA DO ALFREDO ....FAZIA FRIO

E NEM HAVIA UM BARDARBUNGA NA BUNGA BUNGA


O SÉCULO XVIII VÊ 4 PANDEMIAS GRIPAIS 

MAS NEM TODOS ESCAPAM DA PRIMEIRA....

PARA VER A SEGUNDA EM 1758 OU A TERCEIRA 

1782/83 A DE 1799 É A ÚLTIMA DO SÉCULO

HOW TO KILL THE KAFFIR USING HOUSEHOLD PEST CONTROL PRODUCTS - The toxicological impact of organ phosphorous pesticide Malathion on the general and behavioral aspects. histopathological analysis brain tissue cf the Indian's or the Cowboys...Neurotoxic Effect of Malathion on the Heteropneustes fossilis ...Phosphorsäureestervergiftung INTOXICAÇÕES POR INSECTICIDAS FOSFÓRICOS - OS ÉSTERES FOSFÓRICOS MATAM MOSCAS MOSQUITOS E ATÉ BARATAS TUTSIS SÃO SUBSTÂNCIAS RAPIDAMENTE ABSORVIDAS AO NÍVEL DO TUBO DIGESTIVO E DAS VIAS RESPIRATÓRIAS E DA PELE E NA CONJUNTIVA TAMBÉM PASSAM BEM A SUA CAPACIDADE INIBIDORA DA ACETILCOLINESTERASE DOS ERITRÓCITOS E DOS TECIDOS E DA BUTIRODINESTERASE DO PLASMA TORNAM-NA O INSECTICIDA IDEAL PARA EXTERMINAR KAFFIR DA GAMA ....Stoffwechsel von (phenyl-U-14C)-Parathion und des Metaboliten p-Nitrophenol in der RatteSe resume el conjunto de investigaciones de laboratorio realizadas en la formulacion de insecticidas liquidos del tipo denominado Concentrados emulsionables -empleando como solventes Xilol, Ciclohexanona, Kerosen y Nafta Craqueada Pesada- con los bioactivos piretroides Cypermethrin, Alfa Cypermethrin y Lambda Cyhalothrin, el carbamato Propoxur y el organofosforado Chlorpyrifos, obteniendose resultados satisfactorios, al concluir los estudios de almacenaje de las recetas seleccionadas, con todas las formulas nominales ensayadas."Methyl Parathion: Environmental Health Criteria Series No 145

PARATIÃO

MALATIÃO ...

Experimentelle Untersuchungen über die lähmenden wirkungen der esterasehemmenden Alkylophosphate Parathion, Paraoxon, Malathion, Phosphamidon und DFP am isolierten Nerv-Muskel-Präparat und am perfundierten Rückenmark des Frosches todos os ésteres orgânicos do P podem ser absorvidos em pequenas doses mesmo em feridas frescas em animais de todos os tipos inclusive os humanos causando a morte em breve trecho... não necessitando de câmaras de gás....

e pela pele....

COMO SABER SE O ESTADO ISLÂMICO VOS GASEOU? OU MAIS SIMPLESMENTE VOS SPRAY'OU

A SINTOMATOLOGIA É SIMPLES 

GRANDE SALIVAÇÃO 

LACRIMEJAR CORRIMENTO NASAL

SUDAÇÃO ...SE POR ACASO FOREM GATOS TEREIS AS ALMOFADAS PLANTARES CHEIAS DE SUOR 


SE FOREM GAMMAS TEREIS AS PALMAS DAS MÃOS SUADAS E O COURO DITO CABELUDO OLEOSO

MAL-ESTAR GERAL VÓMITOS 

CÓLICAS ...DIARREIA

TENESMO VESICAL VIDE TENESMUS 

E EXPULSÃO INVOLUNTÁRIA DE URINA 

E FEZES

AUMENTA SECREÇÃO BRONQUIAL 

MUCO SANGUE TOSSE E POR FIM 

DISPNEIA COM CIANOSE GRATUITA...

ANGÚSTIA ....EXCITAÇÃO

SENSAÇÃO DE FIM ....E POR VEZES ACERTA-SE 

MUITO COMUM NOS ARROZAIS DE ALCÁCER DO SAL ATÉ AOS ANOS 80

PERDA DE CONSCIÊNCIA E MORTE

 

Parathionintoxikationen : Katamnestische Untersuchungen an Patieneten des Katharinenhospitals Unna


Evaluates the risks to human health and the environment posed by methyl parathion, a highly toxic organophosphorus ester insecticide. Introduced as a commercial chemical in 1949, methyl parathion is used as a contact insecticide and acaricide for the protection of cotton, soybeans, cereals, tobacco, peanuts, vegetables, citrus fruits, and other crops. 
 The compound is applied as a foliar spray by aircraft or ground equipment.

SE A ABSORÇÃO FOR GRANDE HÁ SINTOMAS EXTRA

CONVULSÕES  COM CONTRACÇÕES MUSCULARES

E PARALISIA COMO NAS MOSCAS....

CAUSA DE MORTE : PARALISIA DOS MÚSCULOS RESPIRATÓRIOS POR DEFEITOS DE CONDUÇÃO DO IMPULSO PELO S.N.C....NÃO CON FUNDIR COM SNS...

CABRAS INTOXICADAS BOCEJAM E DIZEM PALAVRÕES BALINDO AMIÚDE 

DISPNEIA ...TREMORES MUSCULARES 

EQUINOS ...CÓLICAS E CAGAM QUE SE FARTAM

SINTOMATOLOGIA VARIA COM A ESPÉCIE DO ANIMAL E COM A DOSE
 

dissabte, 30 d’agost de 2014

Penicillium and Acremonium - Genetic Engineering of Acremonium chrysogenum , the Cephalosporin C Producer Youjia Hu Additional information is available at the end of the chapter http://dx.doi.org/10.5772/55471 1. Introduction Acremonium chrysogenum , belongs to Filamentous fungi, is an important industrial microor‐ ganism. One of its metabolites, cephalosporin C (CPC), during fermentation is the major resource for production of 7-amino cephalosporanic acid (7-ACA), an important intermediate for the manufacture of many first-line anti-infectious cephalosporin-antibiotics, in industry. Cephalosporins belong to the family of beta-lactam antibiotics. Comparing the first-discovered penicillin, cephalosporins have obvious advantages since they are more stable to penicillinase and are more effective to many penicillin-resistant strains. The incidence of adverse effects for cephalosporins is also lower than that for penicillins and other anti-infectious agents. Thus, cephalosporins are among the most-widely used anti-infectious drugs clinically. In China, the research on cephalosporins started from the 1960s, and cefoxitin was first developed in 1970. In the past 30 years, cephalosporin-antibiotics are one the most developed medicines on the domestic market. They accounts for more than 40% of the anti-infectious drug market share. As the major resource for manufacturing 7-ACA, the production and cost of CPC is of the utmost importance in the cephalosporin-antibiotics market. The Ministry of Science and Technology of China has listed the fermentation of CPC as the major scientific and technical project in the past 30 years due to the continuous demand of strain improvement for the CPC- producing Acremonium chrysogenum . Because of the limitation of traditional techniques on strain improvement for A. chrysogenum , along with the ubiquitous applications of molecular biology, genetic engineering has become a powerful tool to manipulate the antibiotic producing strain and to obtain a high-yielding mutant strain. This paper will summarize the most recent developments on genetic manipulation of A. chrysogenum Biosynthesis of CPC The industrialization of CPC fermentation has been established tens of years ago with the breakthrough in key technologies including fermentation yield, fermentation regulation and preparation and purification. Nevertheless, there has been a lot of publications, recently on the improvement of CPC-producing strain by traditional methods, such as UV [ 1 ] or NTG [2 ]mutagenesis, and optimization of fermentation process [ 3 ], as well. However, most of the latest strain breeding techniques are at the molecular level, and the most important approach has been the research on the biosynthesis of the target metabolite. The biosynthesis of CPC during the fermentation of A. chrysogenum has been well investigated. There are two gene clusters on the chromosome that are involved in the biosynthesis of CPC. The “early” cluster consists of pcbAB-pcbC and cefD1-cefD2 . The pcbAB-pcbC encode two enzymes responsible for the first two steps in CPC biosynthesis [ 4 ]. While the cefD1-cefD2 encode proteins that epimerize isopenicillin N (IPN) to penicillin N [ 5 ]. The “late” cluster consists of cefEF and cefG genes, which encode enzymes responsible for the last two steps [ 6]. The biosynthesis pathway of CPC is illustrated in figure 1. The ACV synthase, encoded by the pcbAB gene, condenses 3 precursors L- α -aminoadipic acid, L-cysteine, L-valine to the ACV tripeptide. The ACV is then cyclized into IPN by IPN synthase encoded by pcbC gene. The step from IPN to penicillin N is catalyzed by a two-component epimerization system encoded by cefD1-cefD2 . The cefEF encodes a unique bi-functional enzyme, deacetyloxy-cephalosporin C (DAOC) synthase-hydroxylase which successively transforms penicillin N into DAOC and deacetyl-cephalosporin C (DAC). The last step in CPC biosynthesis is catalyzed by a DAC- acetyltransferase (DAC-AT) which is encoded by cefG . The crystal structure of DAC-AT has been published [ 7 ]. It has been shown that DAC-AT belongs to α/β hydrolase family according to the formation of DAC-enzyme complex [ 7 ]. Among these, pcbAB , cefEF and cefG were considered as the rate-limiting steps in CPC biosynthesis [8]. In recent years, some other regulatory proteins, which have been found to be important in CPC biosynthesis, as well as their coding genes have been discovered. For example, Ac veA , a homologue of veA from Aspergillus , regulates the transcription of all 6 major CPC biosynthesis genes including pcbAB , pcbC , cefD1 , cefD2 , cefEF and cefG . Disruption of Ac veA leads to a dramatic reduction of CPC yield. A cefP gene located in the early cluster of CPC biosynthesis cluster has just been characterized. This gene encodes a transmembrane protein anchored in a peroxisome. It regulates the epimerization of IPN to penicillin N catalyzed by CefD1-CefD2 two-component enzyme complex in peroxisome. The cefP disruptant accumulated IPN and lost CPC production [ 10]. To compensate for the disruption of cefP , both cefP and cefR need to be introduced simultane‐ ously. The CefR is the repressor of CefT, and stimulates the transcription of cefEF . A mutant A. chrysogenum without cefR showed delayed transcription of cefEF and accumulation of penicillin N resulted in reduction of CPC yield

EM 8 DIAS 10 GRAMAS DE Penicillium 10,3204 grammas TRANSFORMAM-SE EM

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UM JOGO DE XADREZ MAGNÉTICO E PORTÁTIL POR CADA CAIXA?

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MAS PERSONALIZE OS BRINDES

ASSIM ELES VÃO QUERER MAIS .....

POIS É COMO OS GUERREIROS DE TODOS OS TEMPOS QUE SAÍAM NOS PACOTES

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AO MENOS SAÍSSE-ME UM GREGO UM HOPLITA UM LEGIONÁRIO....

ROMANO ROMANO... SE BEM QUE A LEGIÃO

JÁ  SEJA COMO OS PIONEIROS DA UNIÃO .....DITA SOVIÉTICA

UM SONHO FEBRIL DE BRINDES À DEMOCRACIA UNIVERSAL

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DEVE ANDAR TUDO GANZADO AI DEVE DEVE

E PARA O LESTE NÃO ENVIAMOS NADA?

SILLY BOY .....COM A INSTABILIDADE CAMBIAL QUE POR AÍ ANDA

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UMA BOA REFORMA NAS FILIPINAS SÔR DIREKTOR

LE CRU ET LE CUIT - Scientific knowledge advances haltingly and is stimulated by contention and doubt.” The scientific mind does not so much provide the right answers as ask the right questions.” ― Claude Lévi-Strauss, The Raw and the Cooked: Mythologiques, Volume 1 The book starts out making an analogy between music and myth. A piece of music is only music when it has one or more motifs which repeat and vary in structured ways. So avant-garde atonal serial music is not music. Myth works exactly the same way; recurring motifs hold a story together. To L-S the motif itself is not meaningful, as only the patterning and arrangement of motifs in the composition of the music/myth gives the work significance. The notes of a song played on an instrument do not have meaning the same way that spoken words strung together in a sentence have meaning. But these instrumental or mythic performances do have meanings and comprise ideas. However, there is much to dislike about this book. I feel I did not learn much about Native South Americans. Also, L-S ignores obvious psychoanalytical or ideological interpretations of mythic symbolism. They just are not what he is after. And the endless barrage of myths and their mutations, flayed out in purely structural terms, can be overwhelming not to mention tedious and boring at times.

NOVA CALEDÓNIA OS FRANCESES TRAZEM A CERÂMICA E COM ELA A CULINÁRIA

OS TUBÉRCULOS FORAM COZIDOS ATÉ ENTÃO SÓ SE QUEIMAVA A COMIDA

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ARISTÓTELES .....AS CARNES ASSADAS  SÃO MAIS CRUAS E SECAS

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OS MAORI CONSIDERAM O ESTUFAR E OS UTENSÍLIOS INTRODUZIDOS PELOS

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POIS SÓ AS MULHERES E OS ESCRAVOS OS PODIAM UTILIZAR OU ESTUFAR...

OS GUERREIROS NOBRES PODIAM ASSAR A SUA COMIDA

MAS EVITAVAM O CONTACTO COM O FORNO DE ESTUFAR

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But other things in this cosmos besides Man can pick sides and act fast. Illy landed on Beau midway and whipped his tentacles around him tight and they went wobbling around like a drunken white-and-silver barber pole. Beau got his hands each around a tentacle, and at the same time his face began to get purple, and I winced at what they were both going through. Maybe Sevensee had a hoof in Sid's purgatory, because Bruce shook loose from the satyr and tried to knock out Mark, but the Roman twisted his arm and kept him from getting in a good punch. Erich didn't make a move to mix into either fight, which is my little commandant all over. Using his fists on anybody but me is beneath him. Then Sid made his choice, but there was no way for me to tell what it was, for, as he reached for the Minor Maintainer, Kaby contemptuously snatched it away from his hands and gave him a knee in the belly that doubled me up in sympathy and sent him sprawling on his knees toward the fighters. On the return, Kaby gave Lili, who'd started to grab too, an effortless backhand smash that set her down on the divan. Erich's face lit up like an electric sign and he kept his eyes fixed on Kaby. She crouched a little, carrying her weight on the balls of her feet and firmly cradling the Minor Maintainer in her left arm, like a basketball captain planning an offensive. Then she waved her free hand decisively to the right. I didn't get it, but Erich did and Mark too, for Erich jumped for the Refresher sector and Mark let go of Bruce and followed him, ducking around Sevensee's arms, who was coming back into the fight on which side I don't know. Illy un-whipped from Beau and copied Erich and Mark with one big spring. Then Kaby twisted a dial as far as it would go and Bruce, Beau, Sevensee and poor Siddy were slammed down and pinned to the floor by about eight gravities. It should have been lighter near us—I hoped it was, but you couldn't tell from watching Siddy; he went flat on his face, spread-eagled, one hand stretched toward me so close, I could have touched it (but not let go!), and his mouth was open against the floor and he was gasping through a corner of it and I could see his spine trying to sink through his belly. Bruce just managed to get his head and one shoulder up a bit, and they all made me think of a Dore illustration of the Inferno where the cream of the damned are frozen up to their necks in ice in the innermost circle of Hell. The gravity didn't catch me, although I could feel it in my left arm. I was mostly in the Refresher sector, but I dropped down flat too, partly out of a crazy compassion I have, but mostly because I didn't want to take a chance of having Kaby knock me down. Erich, Mark and Illy had got clear and they headed toward us. Maud picked the moment to make her play; she hadn't much choice of times, if she wanted to make one. The Old Girl was looking it for once, but I guess the thought of her miracle must have survived alongside the fear of sacked sun and must have meant a lot to her, for she launched out fast, all set to straight-arm Kaby into the heavy gravity and grab the Minor Maintainer with the other hand.Have you ever worried about your memory, because it doesn't seem to be bringing you exactly the same picture of the past from one day to the next? Have you ever been afraid that your personality was changing because of forces beyond your knowledge or control? Have you ever felt sure that sudden death was about to jump you from nowhere? Have you ever been scared of Ghosts—not the story-book kind, but the billions of beings who were once so real and strong it's hard to believe they'll just sleep harmlessly forever? Have you ever wondered about those things you may call devils or Demons—spirits able to range through all time and space, through the hot hearts of stars and the cold skeleton of space between the galaxies? Have you ever thought that the whole universe might be a crazy, mixed-up dream? If you have, you've had hints of the Change War.-a cold war tale for crimean good times - plowshare the ukranian topsoil and it's simple, the big time is coming again ...The storyline features members of one of two factions, both capable of time travel, engaged in a long-term war (referred to as the Change War within the story) with each other. Their method of battle involves changing the outcomes of events throughout history. The two opposing groups are nicknamed the Spiders of Lãzinhas Fuckers or the Sheep Lovers and the Snakes da Gama Gay after their respective sponsors...a inbred lot of gay morons...... The true forms or identities of the Spiders and the Snakes, how those nicknames were chosen, or whether they are in any way descriptive are all, likewise, unknown. A WAR OF CHANGE LIKE THE NEW CRIMEAN WAR ...Have you ever worried about your memory, because it doesn't seem to recall exactly the same past from one day to the next? Have you ever thought that the whole universe might be a crazy, mixed-up dream? If you have, then you've had hints of the Change War. It's been going on for a billion years and it will last another billion or so. Up and down the timeline, the two sides--"Spiders" and "Snakes"--battle endlessly to change the future and the past. Our lives, our memories, are their battleground. And in the midst of the war is the Place, outside space and time, where Greta Forzane and the other Entertainers provide solace and r-&-r for tired time warriors. New soldiers, entertainers, and medical staff are recruited by existing Change War participants from various places and times: Cretan Amazons, Roman legionnaires, eight-tentacled Lunans (natives of Earth's moon before it was rendered uninhabitable through warfare 1 Ga ago), Hussars, Wehrmacht Landsers, Venusian satyrs (recruited from Venus 1 Ga in the future), American GIs, Space Commandos, and soldiers from the armies of Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Napoleon, and Stalin may find themselves fighting side-by-side or on opposing sides. Likewise, medical staff and entertainers are inducted into the temporal war to provide medical treatment, rest, and relaxation for injured and weary combatants.,,,,in word world wars ...plowshare it's simple, it's easy, it's cheap...


CHAPTER 16


"Familiar with infinite universe sheafs and open-ended postulate systems?—the notion that everything is possible—and I mean everything—and everything has happened. Everything."
—Heinlein

THE POSSIBILITY-BINDERS


An hour later, I was nursing a weak highball and a black eye in the sleepy-time darkness on the couch farthest from the piano, half watching the highlighted party going on around it and the bar, while the Place waited for rendezvous with Egypt and the Battle of Alexandria.
Sid had swept all our outstanding problems into one big bundle and, since his hand held the joker of the Minor Maintainer, he had settled them all as high-handedly as if they'd been those of a bunch of schoolkids.
It amounted to this:
We'd been Introverted when most of the damning things had happened, so presumably only we knew about them, and we were all in so deep one way or another that we'd all have to keep quiet to protect our delicate complexions.
Well, Erich's triggering the bomb did balance rather neatly Bruce's incitement to mutiny, and there was Doc's drinking, while everybody who had declared for the peace message had something to hide. Mark and Kaby I felt inclined to trust anywhere, Maud for sure, and Erich in this particular matter, damn him. Illy I didn't feel at all easy about, but I told myself there always has to be a fly in the ointment—a darn big one this time, and furry.
Sid didn't mention his own dirty linen, but he knew we knew he'd flopped badly as boss of the Place and only recouped himself by that last-minute flimflam.
Remembering Sid's trick made me think for a moment about the real Spiders. Just before I snuck out of Surgery, I'd had a vivid picture of what they must look like, but now I couldn't get it again. It depressed me, not being able to remember—oh, I probably just imagined I'd had a picture, like a hophead on a secret-of-the-universe kick. Me ever find out anything about the Spiders?—except for nervous notions like I'd had during the recent fracas?—what a laugh!
The funniest thing (ha-ha!) was that I had ended up the least-trusted person. Sid wouldn't give me time to explain how I'd deduced what had happened to the Maintainer, and even when Lili spoke up and admitted hiding it, she acted so bored I don't think everybody believed her—although she did spill the realistic detail that she hadn't used partial Inversion on the glove; she'd just turned it inside out to make it a right and then done a full Inversion to get the lining back inside.



I tried to get Doc to confirm that he'd reasoned the thing out the same way I had, but he said he had been blacked out the whole time, except during the first part of the hunt, and he didn't remember having any bright ideas at all. Right now, he was having Maud explain to him twice, in detail, everything that had happened. I decided that it was going to take a little more work before my reputation as a great detective was established.
I looked over the edge of the couch and just made out in the gloom one of Bruce's black gloves. It must have been kicked there. I fished it up. It was the right-hand one. My big clue, and was I sick of it! Got mittens, God forbid! I slung it away and, like a lurking octopus, Illy shot up a tentacle from the next couch, where I hadn't known he was resting, and snatched the glove like it was a morsel of underwater garbage. These ETs can seem pretty shuddery non-human at times.
I thought of what a cold-blooded, skin-saving louse Illy had been, and about Sid and his easy suspicions, and Erich and my black eye, and how, as usual, I'd got left alone in the end. My men!
Bruce had explained about being an A-tech. Like a lot of us, he'd had several widely different jobs during his first weeks in the Change World and one of them had been as secretary to a group of the minor atomics boys from the Manhattan-Project-Earth-Satellite days. I gathered he'd also absorbed some of his bothersome ideas from them. I hadn't quite decided yet what species of heroic heel he belonged to, but he was thick with Mark and Erich again. Everybody's men!
Sid didn't have to argue with anybody; all the wild compulsions and mighty resolves were dead now, anyway until they'd had a good long rest. I sure could use one myself, I knew.
The party at the piano was getting wilder. Lili had been dancing the black bottom on top of it and now she jumped down into Sid's and Sevensee's arms, taking a long time about it. She'd been drinking a lot and her little gray dress looked about as innocent on her as diapers would on Nell Gwyn. She continued her dance, distributing her marks of favor equally between Sid, Erich and the satyr. Beau didn't mind a bit, but serenely pounded out "Tonight's the Night"—which she'd practically shouted to him not two minutes ago.
I was glad to be out of the party. Who can compete with a highly experienced, utterly disillusioned seventeen-year-old really throwing herself away for the first time?



Something touched my hand. Illy had stretched a tentacle into a furry wire to return me the black glove, although he ought to have known I didn't want it. I pushed it away, privately calling Illy a washed-out moronic tarantula, and right away I felt a little guilty. What right had I to be critical of Illy? Would my own character have shown to advantage if I'd been locked in with eleven octopoids a billion years away? For that matter, where did I get off being critical of anyone?
Still, I was glad to be out of the party, though I kept on watching it. Bruce was drinking alone at the bar. Once Sid had gone over to him and they'd had one together and I'd heard Bruce reciting from Rupert Brooke those deliberately corny lines, "For England's the one land, I know, Where men with Splendid Hearts may go; and Cambridgeshire, of all England, The Shire for Men who Understand;" and I'd remembered that Brooke too had died young in World War One and my ideas had got fuzzy. But mostly Bruce was just calmly drinking by himself. Every once in a while Lili would look at him and stop dead in her dancing and laugh.
I'd figured out this Bruce-Lili-Erich business as well as I cared to. Lili had wanted the nest with all her heart and nothing else would ever satisfy her, and now she'd go to hell her own way and probably die of Bright's disease for a third time in the Change World. Bruce hadn't wanted the nest or Lili as much as he wanted the Change World and the chances it gave for Soldierly cavorting and poetic drunks; Lili's seed wasn't his idea of healing the cosmos; maybe he'd make a real mutiny some day, but more likely he'd stick to bar-room epics.
His and Lili's infatuation wouldn't die completely, no matter how rancid it looked right now. The real-love angle might go, but Change would magnify the romance angle and it might seem to them like a big thing of a sort if they met again.
Erich had his Kamerad, shaped to suit him, who'd had the guts and cleverness to disarm the bomb he'd had the guts to trigger. You have to hand it to Erich for having the nerve to put us all in a situation where we'd have to find the Maintainer or fry, but I don't know anything disgusting enough to hand to him.
I had tried a while back. I had gone up behind him and said, "Hey, how's my wicked little commandant? Forgotten your und so weiter?" and as he turned, I clawed my nails and slammed him across the cheek. That's how I got the black eye. Maud wanted to put an electronic leech on it, but I took the old handkerchief in ice water. Well, at any rate Erich had his scratches to match Bruce's, not as deep, but four of them, and I told myself maybe they'd get infected—I hadn't washed my hands since the hunt. Not that Erich doesn't love scars.



Mark was the one who helped me up after Erich knocked me down.
"You got any omnias for that?" I snapped at him.
"For what?" Mark asked.
"Oh, for everything that's been happening to us," I told him disgustedly.
He seemed to actually think for a moment and then he said, "Omnia mutantur, nihil interit."
"Meaning?" I asked him.
He said, "All things change, but nothing is really lost."
It would be a wonderful philosophy to stand with against the Change Winds. Also damn silly. I wondered if Mark really believed it. I wished I could. Sometimes I come close to thinking it's a lot of baloney trying to be any decent kind of Demon, even a good Entertainer. Then I tell myself, "That's life, Greta. You've got to love through it somehow." But there are times when some of these cookies are not too easy to love.
Something brushed the palm of my hand again. It was Illy's tentacle, with the tendrils of the tip spread out like a little bush. I started to pull my hand away, but then I realized the Loon was simply lonely. I surrendered my hand to the patterned gossamer pressures of feather-talk.

Right away I got the words, "Feeling lonely, Greta girl?"
It almost floored me, I tell you. Here I was understanding feather-talk, which I just didn't, and I was understanding it in English, which didn't make sense at all.
For a second, I thought Illy must have spoken, but I knew he hadn't, and for a couple more seconds I thought he was working telepathy on me, using the feather-talk as cues. Then I tumbled to what was happening: he was playing English on my palm like on the keyboard of his squeakbox, and since I could play English on a squeakbox myself, my mind translated automatically.
Realizing this almost gave my mind stage fright, but I was too fagged to be hocused by self-consciousness. I just lay back and let the thoughts come through. It's good to have someone talk to you, even an underweight octopus, and without the squeaks Illy didn't sound so silly; his phrasing was soberer.



"Feeling sad, Greta girl, because you'll never understand what's happening to us all," Illy asked me, "because you'll never be anything but a shadow fighting shadows—and trying to love shadows in between the battles? It's time you understood we're not really fighting a war at all, although it looks that way, but going through a kind of evolution, though not exactly the kind Erich had in mind.
"Your Terran thought has a word for it and a theory for it—a theory that recurs on many worlds. It's about the four orders of life: Plants, Animals, Men and Demons. Plants are energy-binders—they can't move through space or time, but they can clutch energy and transform it. Animals are space-binders—they can move through space. Man (Terran or ET, Lunan or non-Lunan) is a time-binder—he has memory.
"Demons are the fourth order of evolution, possibility-binders—they can make all of what might be part of what is, and that is their evolutionary function. Resurrection is like the metamorphosis of a caterpillar into a butterfly: a third-order being breaks out of the chrysalis of its lifeline into fourth-order life. The leap from the ripped cocoon of an unchanging reality is like the first animal's leap when he ceases to be a plant, and the Change World is the core of meaning behind the many myths of immortality.
"All evolution looks like a war at first—octopoids against monopoids, mammals against reptiles. And it has a necessary dialectic: there must be the thesis—we call it Snake—and the antithesis—Spider—before there can be the ultimate synthesis, when all possibilities are fully realized in one ultimate universe. The Change War isn't the blind destruction it seems.
"Remember that the Serpent is your symbol of wisdom and the Spider your sign for patience. The two names are rightly frightening to you, for all high existence is a mixture of horror and delight. And don't be surprised, Greta girl, at the range of my words and thoughts; in a way, I've had a billion years to study Terra and learn her languages and myths.
"Who are the real Spiders and Snakes, meaning who were the first possibility-binders? Who was Adam, Greta girl? Who was Cain? Who were Eve and Lilith?
"In binding all possibility, the Demons also bind the mental with the material. All fourth-order beings live inside and outside all minds, throughout the whole cosmos. Even this Place is, after its fashion, a giant brain: its floor is the brainpan, the boundary of the Void is the cortex of gray matter—yes, even the Major and Minor Maintainers are analogues of the pineal and pituitary glands, which in some form sustain all nervous systems.
"There's the real picture, Greta girl."
The feather-talk faded out and Illy's tendril tips merged into a soft pad on which I fingered, "Thanks, Daddy Longlegs."



Chewing over in my mind what Illy had just told me, I looked back at the gang around the piano. The party seemed to be breaking up; at least some of them were chopping away at it. Sid had gone to the control divan and was getting set to tune in Egypt. Mark and Kaby were there with him, all bursting with eagerness and the vision of tanks on ranks of mounted Zombie bowmen going up in a mushroom cloud; I thought of what Illy had told me and I managed a smile—seems we've got to win and lose all the battles, every which way.
Mark had just put on his Parthian costume, groaning cheerfully, "Trousers again!" and was striding around under a hat like a fur-lined ice-cream cone and with the sleeves of his metal-stuffed candys flapping over his hands. He waved a short sword with a heart-shaped guard at Bruce and Erich and told them to get a move on.
Kaby was going along on the operation wearing the old-woman disguise intended for Benson-Carter. I got a half-hearted kick out of knowing she was going to have to cover that chest and hobble.
Bruce and Erich weren't taking orders from Mark just yet. Erich went over and said something to Bruce at the bar, and Bruce got down and went over with Erich to the piano, and Erich tapped Beau on the shoulder and leaned over and said something to him, and Beau nodded and yanked "Limehouse Blues" to a fast close and started another piece, something slow and nostalgic.
Erich and Bruce waved to Mark and smiled, as if to show him that whether he came over and stood with them or not, the legate and the lieutenant and the commandant were very much together. And while Sevensee hugged Lili with a simple enthusiasm that made me wonder why I've wasted so much imagination on genetic treatments for him, Erich and Bruce sang:

"To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To our brothers in the tunnels outside time, Sing three Change-resistant Zombies, raised from death and robot-crammed, And Commandos of the Spiders— Here's to crime! We're three blind mice on the wrong time-track, Hush—hush—hush! We've lost our now and will never get back, Hush—hush—hush! Change Commandos out on the spree, Damned through all possibility, Ghostgirls, think kindly on such as we, Hush—hush—hush!"
While they were singing, I looked down at my charcoal skirt and over at Maud and Lili and I thought, "Three gray hustlers for three black hussars, that's our speed." Well, I'd never thought of myself as a high-speed job, winning all the races—I wouldn't feel comfortable that way. Come to think of it, we've got to lose and win all the races in the long run, the way the course is laid out.
I fingered to Illy, "That's the picture, all right, Spider boy."
The story takes place at the Place, a ‘Recuperation Station’, where ‘Entertainer’ Greta Forzane is one of a team who provides rest and relaxation for battle-weary soldiers. Told from Greta’s perspective, the narrative is rather small and focussed, a story of what crime readers would call ‘a locked room mystery’.

When a mission going through the Recuperation Station goes wrong, Greta and her colleagues find themselves with three Hussar soldiers and an atomic bomb, originally on the way to save Rome. Whilst discussing what to do and catching up with the latest events from the War, the whole Place becomes Introverted - isolated from space and time with the loss of its Major Maintainer, the device that keeps the Station working. The group are in what is effectively a locked room, unable to rejoin or communicate with, the Time Streams. The bomb is ticking, with thirty minutes to go, and without the Major Retainer to return them to their usual position there’s seemingly no way that our characters can avoid the Place becoming ‘a sun in a bag’….

divendres, 29 d’agost de 2014

MIMIC MISTLETOES AVOID THEIR ENEMIES ? MISTLETOES HAVE FIERCE ENEMIES ....HUMANS FOR INSTANCE ....Mistletoes of Southern Australia

MIMICRY EVOLVED AS A MEANS OF AVOIDING BEING EATEN BY VERTEBRATE

BROWSERS WHICH SELECT THEIR FOOD BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL

BY THE EYE OF ZARDOX

THEY MIMIC THEIR HOST LEAVES.....

 

The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed With bombs and guns and shovels and battle gear, Men jostle and climb to meet the bristling fire. Lines of gray, muttering faces, masked with fear, They leave their trenches, going over the top, While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists
—Sassoon

THE WESTERN FRONT, 1917

"Please don't, Lili."
"I shall, my love."
"Sweetling, wake up! Hast the shakes?"
I opened my eyes a little and lied to Siddy with a smile and locked my hands together tight and watched Bruce and Lili quarrel nobly near the control divan and wished I had a great love to blur my misery and provide me with a passable substitute for Change Winds.
Lili won the argument, judging from the way she threw her head back and stepped away from Bruce's arms while giving him a proud, tender smile. He walked off a few steps; praise be, he didn't shrug his shoulders at us like an old husband, though his nerves were showing and he didn't seem to be standing Introversion well at all, as who of us were?
Lili rested a hand on the head of the control divan and pressed her lips together and looked around at us, mostly with her eyes. She'd wound a gray silk bandeau around her bangs. Her short gray silk dress without a waistline made her look, not so much like a flapper, though she looked like that all right, as like a little girl, except the neckline was scooped low enough to show she wasn't.
Her gaze hesitated and then stopped at me and I got a sunk feeling of what was coming, because women are always picking on me for an audience. Besides, Sid and I were the centrist party of two in our fresh-out-of-the-shell Place politics.
She took a deep breath and stuck out her chin and said in a voice that was even a little higher and Britisher than she usually uses, "We girls have often cried, 'Shut the Door!' But now the Door is jolly well shut for keeps!"
I knew I'd guessed right and I felt crawly with embarrassment, because I know about this love business of thinking you're the other person and trying to live their life—and grab their glory, though you don't know that—and carry their message for them, and how it can foul things up. Still, I couldn't help admitting what she said wasn't too bad a start—unpleasantly apt to be true, at any rate.
"My fiance believes we may yet be able to open the Door. I do not. He thinks it is a bit premature to discuss the peculiar pickle in which we all find ourselves. I do not."
There was a rasp of laughter from the bar. The militarists were reacting. Erich stepped out, looking very happy. "So now we have to listen to women making speeches," he called. "What is this Place, anyhow? Sidney Lessingham's Saturday Evening Sewing Circle?"

Beau and Sevensee, who'd stopped their pacing halfway between the bar and the control divan, turned toward Erich, and Sevensee looked a little burlier, a little more like half a horse, than satyrs in mythology book illustrations. He stamped—medium hard, I'd say—and said, "Ahh, go flya kite." I'd found out he'd learned English from a Demon who'd been a longshoreman with syndicalist-anarchist sympathies. Erich shut up for a moment and stood there grinning, his hands on his hips.
Lili nodded to the satyr and cleared her throat, looking scared. But she didn't speak; I could see she was thinking and feeling something, and her face got ugly and haggard, as if she were in a Change Wind that hadn't reached me yet, and her mouth went into a snarl to fight tears, but some spurted out, and when she did speak her voice was an octave lower and it wasn't just London talking but New York too.
"I don't know how Resurrection felt to you people, because I'm new and I loathe asking questions, but to me it was pure torture and I wished only I'd had the courage to tell Suzaku, 'I wish to remain a Zombie, if you don't mind. I'd rather the nightmares.' But I accepted Resurrection because I've been taught to be polite and because there is the Demon in me I don't understand that always wishes to live, and I found that I still felt like a Zombie, although I could flit about, and that I still had the nightmares, except they'd grown a deal vivider.
"I was a young girl again, seventeen, and I suppose every woman wishes to be seventeen, but I wasn't seventeen inside my head—I was a woman who had died of Bright's disease in New York in 1929 and also, because a Big Change blew my lifeline into a new drift, a woman who had died of the same disease in Nazi-occupied London in 1955, but rather more slowly because, as you can fancy, the liquor was in far shorter supply. I had to live with both those sets of memories and the Change World didn't blot them out any more than I'm told it does those of any Demon, and it didn't even push them into the background as I'd hoped it would.
"When some Change Fellow would say to me, 'Hallo, beautiful, how about a smile?' or 'That's a posh frock, kiddo,' I'd be back at Bellevue looking down at my swollen figure and the light getting like spokes of ice, or in that dreadful gin-steeped Stepney bedroom with Phyllis coughing herself to death beside me, or at best, for a moment, a little girl in Glamorgan looking at the Roman road and wondering about the wonderful life that lay ahead."

I looked at Erich, remembering he had a long nasty future back in the cosmos himself, and at any rate he wasn't smiling, and I thought maybe he's getting a little humility, knowing someone else has two of those futures, but I doubted it.
"Because, you see," Lili kept forcing it out, "all my three lives I'd been a girl who fell in love with a great young poet she'd never met, the voice of the new youth and all youth, and she'd told her first big lie to get in the Red Cross and across to France to be nearer him, and it was all danger and dark magics and a knight in armor, and she pictured how she'd find him wounded but not seriously, with a little bandage around his head, and she'd light a fag for him and smile lightly, never letting him guess what she felt, but only being her best self and watching to see if that made something happen to him....
"And then the Boche machine guns cut him down at Passchendaele and there couldn't ever have been bandages big enough and the girl stayed seventeen inside and messed about and tried to be wicked, though she wasn't very good at that, and to drink, and she had a bit more talent there, though drinking yourself to death is not nearly as easy as it sounds, even with a kidney weakness to help. But she turned the trick.
"Then a cock crows. She wakes with a tearing start from the gray dreams of death that fill her lifeline. It's cold daybreak. There's the smell of a French farm. She feels her ankles and they're not at all like huge rubber boots filled with water. They're not swollen the least bit. They're young legs.
"There's a little window and the tops of a row of trees that may be poplars when there's more light, and what there is shows cots like her own and heads under blankets, and hanging uniforms make large shadows and a girl is snoring. There's a very distant rumble and it moves the window a bit. Then she remembers they're Red Cross girls many, many kilometers from Passchendaele and that Bruce Marchant is going to die at dawn today.
"In a few more minutes, he's going over the top where there's a crop-headed machine-gunner in field gray already looking down the sights and swinging the gun a bit. But she isn't going to die today. She's going to die in 1929 and 1955.
"And just as she's going mad, there's a creaking and out of the shadows tiptoes a Jap with a woman's hairdo and the whitest face and the blackest eyebrows. He's wearing a rose robe and a black sash which belts to his sides two samurai swords, but in his right hand he has a strange silver pistol. And he smiles at her as if they were brother and sister and lovers at the same time and he says, 'Voulez-vous vivre, mademoiselle?' and she stares and he bobs his head and says, 'Missy wish live, yes, no?'"

Sid's paw closed quietly around my shaking hands. It always gets me to hear about anyone's Resurrection, and although mine was crazier, it also had the Krauts in it. I hoped she wouldn't go through the rest of the formula and she didn't.
"Five minutes later, he's gone down a stairs more like a ladder to wait below and she's dressing in a rush. Her clothes resist a little, as if they were lightly gummed to the hook and the stained wall, and she hates to touch them. It's getting lighter and her cot looks as if someone were still sleeping there, although it's empty, and she couldn't bring herself to put her hand on the place if her new life depended on it.
"She climbs down and her long skirt doesn't bother her because she knows how to swing it. Suzaku conducts her past a sentry who doesn't see them and a puffy-faced farmer in a smock coughing and spitting the night out of his throat. They cross the farmyard and it's filled with rose light and she sees the sun is up and she knows that Bruce Marchant has just bled to death.
"There's an empty open touring car chugging loudly, waiting for someone; it has huge muddy wheels with wooden spokes and a brass radiator that says 'Simplex.' But Suzaku leads her past it to a dunghill and bows apologetically and she steps through a Door."
I heard Erich say to the others at the bar, "How touching! Now shall I tell everyone about my operation?" But he didn't get much of a laugh.
"That's how Lilian Foster came into the Change World with its steel-engraved nightmares and its deadly pace and deadlier lassitudes. I was more alive than I ever had been before, but it was the kind of life a corpse might get from unending electrical shocks and I couldn't summon any purpose or hope and Bruce Marchant seemed farther away than ever.
"Then, not six hours ago, a Soldier in a black uniform came through the Door and I thought, 'It can't be, but it does look like his photographs,' and then I thought I heard someone say the name Bruce, and then he shouted as if to all the world that he was Bruce Marchant, and I knew there was a Resurrection beyond Resurrection, a true resurrection. Oh, Bruce—"
She looked at him and he was crying and smiling and all the young beauty flooded back into her face, and I thought, "It has to be Change Winds, but it can't be. Face it without slobbering, Greta—there's something that works bigger miracles than Change."
And she went on, "And then the Change Winds died when the Snakes vaporized the Maintainer or the Ghostgirls Introverted it and all three of them vanished so swiftly and silently that even Bruce didn't notice—those are the best explanations I can summon and I fancy one of them is true. At all events, the Change Winds died and my past and even my futures became something I could bear lightly, because I have someone to bear them with me, and because at last I have a true future stretching out ahead of me, an unknown future which I shall create by living. Oh, don't you see that all of us have it now, this big opportunity?"
"Hussa for Sidney's suffragettes and the W.C.T.U.!" Erich cheered. "Beau, will you play us a medley of 'Hearts and Flowers' and 'Onward, Christian Soldiers'? I'm deeply moved, Lili. Where do the rest of us queue up for the Great Love Affair of the Century?"

CHAPTER 12

Now is a bearable burden. What buckles the back is the added weight of the past's mistakes and the future's fears.
I had to learn to close the front door to tomorrow and the back door to yesterday and settle down to here and now.

LXIX - 69 - SOIXANTE ET NEUF - DA HISTÓRIA DAS LEVIANAS E DAS BARREGÃS EM PORTUGAL QUE PREFERIAM SER MONTADAS A PASSAR FOME ....ENFIM GENTE CHEIA DE MANIAS DE GRANDEZA ...MANDA EL REY DOM AFONSO O IV DO MESMO NOME QUE ESSAS DE PERNA LIGEIRA TRAGAM TRAJES QUE AS DISTINGAM DAS DEMAIS MULHERES E QUE FOSSEM MORAR TODAS JUNTAS EM LOGARES APARTADOS AFIM DOS HOMENS DE BONS COSTUMES PODEREM SABER ONDE ELAS ESTAVAM E EVITAR POR LÁ PASSAR DE FUGIDA

MAS AS DITAS MULHERES NÃO OBEDECIAM ÀS LEIS
 E DOM PEDRO DITO O CRU OU O MAL-COZIDO
 NAS CORTES D'ELVAS DE 1361 CONDOÍDO 
 TIROU-LHES A OBRIGAÇÃO DE USAREM FARDA 
PARA FAZEREM O TAL OFÍCIO 
 DOM JOÃO DITO O PRIMEIRO MESTRE DE AVIS
QUE CHEGOU À COROA ORGANIZOU BAIRROS PARA 
TAL FUNÇÃO ISENTOS DE MULHERES CASADAS 
 ORDENOU MAIS ...QUE AS CASAS ONDE RESIDIAM
FOSSEM AVALIADAS ....NÃO FOSSEM OS SENHORIOS 
ABUSAR DAS RENDAS  
 

vrijdag 29 augustus 2014

COMO DIMINUIR AS DÍVIDAS EM ÉPOCA DE CRISE - RECEITA DE 1810 - TENDO O EXÉRCITO INGLÊS TORNADO A VIDA INSUSTENTÁVEL PARA OS AGRICULTORES E OS SEAREIROS DA MAIOR PARTE DO SUL DO PAÍS E TENDO OS FRANCESES DADO TAMBÉM A SUA AJUDA NO PROCESSO NOS ANOS ANTERIORES O ANO DA GRAÇA DE DEUS DE MDCCCX TROUXE A CARESTIA ÀS CARNES TENDO O EXÉRCITO DE OCUPAÇÃO INFLACIONADO ENORMEMENTE AS CARNES DAS FILHAS E DOS FILHOS (QUE OS INGLESES NÃO ERAM ESQUISITOS ) DOS AGRICULTORES E BURGUESES DAS TERRAS ARRUINADAS PELA GUERRA ....ATÉ ENTÃO PRATICAVA-SE NO PAÍS A REPRESSÃO A TAIS PRÁTICAS LICENCIOSAS DE GENTE QUE PHODIA PARA COMER E A PRISÃO NA CASA DO CASTELO ANDAVA CHEIA ATÉ À CHEGADA DOS FRANCESES E ACHOU-SE POR MELHOR NÃO CORRIGIR AS LICENCIOSIDADES NÃO FOSSE A SOLDADESCA MONTAR-SE NAS MENINAS E MENINOS DE BONS COSTUMES E ASSIM A MANDO DO SUCESSOR DO INTENDENTE PREFERIU-SE INCENTIVAR A CARNE FRACA DA RALÉ TORNADA MAIS FRACA PELAS FOMES QUE A GUERRA TRAZ

SE  A PROSTITUIÇÃO EM LISBOA NO SÉCULO XVII

PROSPERAVA COM AS CASAS DE ALCOUCE E DE ALCOVITEIRAS VÁRIAS

QUE GANHAVAM PARA A REFORMA COM AS PARTES BAIXAS DA JUVENTUDE

OU SEGUNDO ADRIANO MOREIRA PAGAVAM OS CURSOS DE FODILHANÇO

A ESSA JUVENTUDE MAL-AGRADECIDA

E SE PODIAM OU SE PHODIAM DIZER QUE TINHAM

UM CURSO NAS ARTES DO PHODER

ÀS VELHOTAS O DEVIAM

E UMA DESSAS CONHECIDA PELA "CALCANHARES" SABE-SE LÁ POR QUE

HABILIDADE MINISTRADA NOS TAIS CURSOS SUPERIORES

ERA TÃO BOA MAS TÃO BOA NO SEU CURSO

QUE SE DISTINGUIU POR MERECER OS FAVORES D'EL REY DOM AFONSO VI

QUE DIZEM AS MÁS LÍNGUAS TAMBÉM APRECIAVA PUTOS ....

DESDE 1803 OS MAIS VELHOS DO REINO

ACHARAM POR BEM REPRIMIR ESSAS VELHACARIAS

E ARRANJAR UM CORPO CIVIL ORGANIZADO PARA MANTER A ORDEM

E RECOLHER PARTE DA RECEITA DE TAIS LICENCIOSIDADES

E A SEGURANÇA SEXUAL DOS LISBOETAS

DESSAS DESLAVADAS VINDAS DA PROVÍNCIA PARA SERVIR NAS CASAS DAS

PESSOAS BEM-NASCIDAS MAS QUE NÃO TINHAM PROPENSÃO PARA TAL

CHAMOU-SE A ESSE CORPO O DOS QUADRILHEIROS ....

E ERA COADJUVADO PELO JUIZ DE BAIRRO

DEVIA REPRIMIR A PROSTITUIÇÃO

MAS CONSTA QUE A REPRESSÃO QUE EXERCIAM ERA DEITAREM-SE POR CIMA

PELO QUE QUANDO OS FRANCESES CHEGARAM

O CORPO DE QUADRILHEIROS ERAM UM JUIZ DE BAIRRO E TRÊS AMIGOS DO DITO

QUE DURANTE A OCUPAÇÃO FRANCESA SUBSTITUIRAM AS ALCOVITEIRAS

DO BAIRRO

FAZENDO UMA ESPÉCIE DE MONOPÓLIO DOS MAUS COSTUMES

O BAIRRO ? CONSTA QUE ERA DE GENTE POBRE JUNTO AO RIO...

dijous, 28 d’agost de 2014

Gully Foyle is a gutter-boy. A low, brainless brute barely able to act as a Mechanic’s Mate 3rd class on the spaceship ‘Nomad’, oiling and wiping the machines and acknowledged by his superiors to be a human dead end. Then the passing ship ‘Vorga’ left him to rot, the only survivor on a crippled ship in the void. So, in five seconds, he was born, he lived, and he died. After thirty years of existence and six months of torture, Gully Foyle, the sterotype Common Man, was no more. The key turned in the lock of his soul and the door was opened. A purpose had been found that could open up all of the potential this beast-man had within him: vengeance. From here we follow Foyle as he lifts himself out of the pit (physically at least) by his bootstraps and ingeniously contrives both his own rescue and the plans that set him on the path that will allow him to fulfill his oath: “I find you, ‘Vorga’. I find you, I kill you, ‘Vorga’. I kill you filthy.” All the while his spirit stews in the morass from which his body could escape and he becomes a rapist, thug and purveyor of violence in pursuit of his goal. No price is too high to reach it, whether it be imprisonment or social isolation; no obstacle can stand in his way, whether it be the most powerful institutions in the world, or the human dignity of those he uses. Beware, Gully Foyle is on his way.E A MORTE É O SEU DESTINO cybernetic implants for physical and mental enhancement, personal teleportation (with many of the social ramifications of its existence worked out in the story), world-ending manufactured compounds that leave the future of humanity lying on a knife’s edge, a world controlled by pseudo-feudal multinational corporations, a forgotten society of future primitives living on a lonely asteroid, tattooing their faces with hideous designs, and worshipping a debased form of the scientific method- UMA IDADE DOURADA, UM TEMPO DE BOA VIDA E MÁ MORTE ...UM SÉCULO DE FENÓMENOS UMA IDADE DE EXTREMOS ."You pigs, you. You goof like pigs, is all. You got the most in you and you use the least. You hear me, you? Got a million in you and spend pennies. Got a genius in you and think crazies. Got a heart in you and feel empties. All a you. Every you….” ¡WOW BOB WOW! GULLY FOYLE IS FAST AND FURIOUS! A MADMAN OUT FOR VENGEANCE, LEFT FOR DEAD NOT ONCE - BUT TWICE! HE IS HUMAN JUGGERNAUT, HE IS FORCE MAJEURE, HE IS BOTH ROCK AND HARD PLACE! HE HURTLES THROUGH SPACE & TIME & MISADVENTURE, HE WEARS MANY FACES, A LOVER AND A RAPIST, THE MOST VIOLENT MAN IN THE ROOM, THE ANGRIEST BOY EVER, A HUMAN TIMEBOMB! HIS FACIAL TATTOOS: A TIGER, A TIGER! BURNING BRIGHT! THE ONLY GIRL FOR HIM - ANOTHER SOCIOPATH! THE ONLY DESTINATION FOR HIM: THE STARS! LITERALLY! THIS HOLY NEANDERTHAL IS HUMANITY'S FUTURE HOPE!..HAVIA AINDA QUEM ANSIASSE POR OUTROS TEMPOS COMO SEMPRE ACONTECERA COMO SEMPRE ACONTECERIA ...O PROGRESSO NASCE DA FUSÃO DE EXTREMOS ANTAGÓNICOS (DE JIHAD'S DE ATEUS ) NÃO HAVIA A CONSCIÊNCIA DO POTENCIAL DO SÉCULO the 25th century, "jaunting" – personal teleporation – has so upset the social and economic balance that the Inner Planets are at war with the Outer Satellites. Gully Foyle of the Presteign-owned merchant spaceship Nomad – an uneducated, unskilled, unambitious man whose life is at a dead end – becomes a victim of the war when the ship is attacked and he alone survives. After six months of waiting for rescue, a passing spaceship, the Vorga, also owned by the powerful Presteign industrial clan, ignores his signal and abandons him. Foyle is enraged and is transformed into a man consumed by revenge, the first of many transformations.a future in which people "jaunte" a thousand miles with a single thought, where the rich barricade themselves in labyrinthsThe Stars My Destination anticipated many of the staples of the later cyberpunk movement, for instance the megacorporations as powerful as governments, a dark overall vision of the future and the cybernetic enhancement of the body. Bester's unique addition to this mix is the concept that human beings could learn to teleport, or "jaunte" from point to point, provided they know the exact locations of their departure and arrival and have physically seen the destination. There is one overall absolute limit: no one can jaunte through outer space. On the surface of a planet, the jaunte rules supreme; otherwise, mankind is still restricted to machinery. In this world, telepathy is extremely rare, but does exist. One important character is able to send thoughts but not receive them. There are fewer than half a dozen full telepaths in all the worlds of the solar system.

Gully Foyle is my name
And Terra is my nation
Deep space is my dwelling place
And death's my destination.
 
 He was one hundred and seventy days dying and not yet dead...". Foyle is a cipher, a man with potential but no motivation, who is suddenly marooned in space. Even this is not enough to galvanize him beyond trying to find air and food on the wreck. But all changes when an apparent rescue ship deliberately passes him by, stirring him irrevocably out of his passivity. Foyle becomes a monomaniacal and sophisticated monster bent upon revenge. Wearing many masks, learning many skills, this "worthless" man pursues his goals relentlessly; no price is too high to pay.
 For example, he imagined that teleportation would end the need for communications systems:

”In an age when communication systems were virtually extinct – when it was far easier to jaunte directly to a man’s office for a discussion than to telephone or telegraph – “

I think that he severely underestimated the lengths that people will go to to avoid speaking face to face.
The scenario of the shipwrecked man ignored by passing ships came from a National Geographic Magazine story that Bester had read, about the shipwrecked sailor Poon Lim who had survived four months on a raft in the South Atlantic during World War II, and ships had passed him without picking him up, because their captains were afraid that the raft was a decoy to lure them into torpedo range of German submarines.


Gully Foyle is my name
And Terra is my nation
Deep space is my dwelling place
The stars my destination
Both quatrains are based on a poetic form that was popular in England and the United States during the 18th-to-mid-20th centuries, in which a person stated their name, country, city or town, and a religious homily (often, "Heaven's my destination") within the rhyming four-line structure

dimecres, 27 d’agost de 2014

EM 1418 UM GAMA DE NOMINE BARTOLOMEU PERESTRELO INTRODUZIU O SEU BRINQUEDO SEXUAL FAVORITO NA ILHA DE PORTO SANTO ...ESTE MARINHEIRO GOSTAVA DE IR AO CU AOS COELHOS E ALGUNS SOBREVIVERAM ÀS TAIS PRÁTICAS NÁUTICAS E COMERAM TODAS AS RELVAS DA ILHA TENDO OS COLONOS DE A ABANDONAR POR ESTAREM FARTOS DE COMER COELHO ....E OBVIAMENTE A FALTA DE GAJAS QUE GOSTASSEM DE COMER COELHO SEIS DIAS POR SEMANA COMIA-SE PEIXE COM AREIA NO DIA DE JEJUM DOMINICUS ....OU ERA NA SEXTA-FEIRA? NA AUSTRÁLIA EM 1787 INTRODUZIRAM COELHOS (Oryctolagus cuniculus) MAS SÓ OS 24 COELHOS DE 1859 É QUE COLONIZARAM A AUSTRÁLIA CUM SUSSEX COBRIRAM 2 TERÇOS DA ILHA OU DO CONTINENTE NO CASO TANTO FAX ADAPTANDO-SE ÀS DIFERENTES REGIÕES CLIMÁTICAS NO SÉCULO XX ATINGIU POPULAÇÕES ESTIMADAS EM 5 BILIÕES DE 1938 A 1940 EXPORTAVAM-SE 13 MILHÕES DE PELES POR ANO REPRODUZ-SE TODO O ANO COM NINHADAS DE 14 A 18 FILHOTES MAS APÓS A WWII RESOLVERAM PÔR MIXOMATOSE NO BICHO E....FOI VIRAL Red Shift (1973) is a fantasy novel by Alan Garner. It spans over a thousand years but one geographical area: Southern Cheshire, England. Garner evokes the essence of place, allowing his characters to echo each other through time, as if their destinies may be predefined by the soil on which they walk. These are themes explored more tangibly in his earlier work The Owl Service, but brought here to maturity in a weave of rapid, impressionistic dialogue.The title of the novel arises from the mind of the teenage character Tom. He talks of astronomy, cosmology and other subjects he is learning. He declares that he is too "blue", i.e. sad, and needs a "red shift". Since the cosmological red shift results from galaxies moving away from each other, this may be a metaphor for his need to get away from his current life. There are multiple occurrences of the colour red in the story. After killing many in Barthomley, Macey's skin is painted red by the tribal girl, using dye from alder bark. This marks him as a "redman", one who has killed, possibly one who has done so under the influence of a god. It is also an ancient symbol of rebirth. In Civil War Barthomley, the stone axe-head is wrapped in a petticoat which has been dyed with alder. A petticoat can also be called a "shift". In modern-day Barthomley Tom notices some red colour on the Rector's undergarment – again a "shift". Plot summary[edit] In Roman times, Macey is an ex-soldier with a group of deserters. He has berserker fits (probably epileptic) in which he fights like ten men, using an old stone axe. Escaping from a local tribe, the "Cats" at Rudheath, the soldiers find a stockaded Cat village at Barthomley, which they pillage, killing all the inhabitants except for a young girl, whom they take as a slave. They try to "go tribal", pretending to be members of another tribe, the "Mothers", and settle on Mow Cop. This is a sacred site to the Cats, and the girl is their corn goddess. The Cats mine millstones on Mow Cop, and bring food as offerings. The soldiers think they have engineered a truce, but the girl poisons their food and they have hallucinations, killing themselves. Only Macey is spared, as he never touched the girl, who was raped and impregnated by the others. He and the girl leave together, but first he returns to Barthomley where he buries his talisman, the stone axe head, in the burial mound, asking forgiveness for killing so many villagers. The axe head is later found by Thomas Rowley.lives in Barthomley with his wife Margery. They find a stone axe-head buried in an old mound, and call it a "thunderstone", believing it to have been created by lightning striking the ground. They intend to build it into a chimney to guard against future strikes. The village is besieged by Irish Royalist troops searching for John Fowler, the village head man who has sided with Parliament. The troops eventually kill Fowler and all the other men of the village. Thomas and Margery are rescued by Thomas Venables, a former villager with the Royalists who once desired Margery. He leads them to a shanty town settlement at Rudheath and tells them to go to his family on Mow Cop once Thomas is recovered from his wounds. They take the thunderstone with them and embed it in the chimney of their new home, where it is found by Tom and Jan. In the modern day Tom is a teenager living cooped up in a caravan

SENDO A RADIAÇÃO UMA CHUVA DE FOTÕES

O DESVIO PARA O VERMELHO

NÃO PODIA SER O RESULTADO DE COLISÕES NOS PERCURSOS CÓSMICOS

NEM EXPLICARIAM A PERDA DE ENERGIA DOS MESMOS

DAÍ TER SURGIDO A HIPÓTESE DE UMA RECESSÃO SEMPRE PROPORCIONAL

AO AFASTAMENTO

A 13 MIL MEGA ANOS-LUX  PENSAVA-SE NA ALTURA NÃO EXISTIREM

VESTÍGIOS DO UNIVERSO E PORTANTO HAVER ESPAÇO PARA ESTACIONAR

A 1 MILHÃO DE ANOS LUX A VELOCIDADE DE FUGA É DE 2.4 KM PER SECOND

UMA GALÁXIA A 500 MILHÕES DE ANOS LUZ FOGE A 12 MIL KM POR SEGUNDO

E SE ESTIVER A 5 MIL MILHÕES DE ANOS LUZ A MAGANA

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BIRIATO NARRATIVA SOCRÁTICA EPÁ HISTÓRICA MEU ...Viriatho Narrativa epo-historica..ALMA PORTUGUEZA Rhapsodias da grande Epopéa de um pequeno Povo I. VIRIATHO—Narrativa epo-historica. II. FREI GIL DE SANTAREM—Drama-lenda. III. LINDA IGNEZ—Tragedia classica 1.ª A pallida Donzella. TRILOGIA 2.ª Morta e Rainha. 3.ª A Vingança do Justiceiro. IV. OS DOZE DE INGLATERRA—Poema. V. O PEITO LUSITANO—Rhapsodias cyclicas das Navegações. VI. CAMÕES—Poema epo-lyrico. VII. GOMES FREIRE—Drama em cinco actos.A Alma portugueza caracterisa-se pelas manifestações seculares persistentes do typo anthropologico e ethnico, que se mantêm desde as incursões dos Celtas e luctas contra a conquista dos Romanos até á resistencia diante das invasões da orgia militar napoleonica. São as suas feições: A tenacidade e indomavel coragem diante das maiores calamidades, com a facil adaptação a todos os meios cosmicos, pondo em evidencia o seu genio e acção colonisadora; Uma profunda sentimentalidade, obedecendo aos impulsos que a levam ás aventuras heroicas, e á idealisação affectiva, em que o Amor é sempre um caso de vida ou de morte; Capacidade especulativa prompta para a apercepção de todas as doutrinas scientificas e philosophicas, como o revelam Pedro Julião (Hispano), na Edade Media, Francisco Sanches, Garcia d'Orta, Pedro Nunes e os Gouvêas, na Renascença; Um genio esthetico, synthetisando o ideal moderno da Civilisação occidental, como em Camões, reconhecido por Alexandre de Humboldt como o Homero das linguas vivas. O cantor das grandes Navegações foi quem teve a mais alta comprehensão do genio nacional; a ALMA PORTUGUEZA achou no seu Poema a incarnação completa. Quando Camões descreve nos Lusiadas, geographica e historicamente Portugal, referindo-se á tradição da antiga Lusitania, relembra o vulto que symbolisa a sua vitalidade resistente, diante da incorporação romana da peninsula hispanica: Eis aqui, quasi cume da cabeça Da Europa toda, o reino Lusitano, Onde a terra se acaba, e o Mar começa, E onde Phebo repousa no Oceano. Esta é a ditosa Patria minha amada, Esta foi Lusitania................... D'esta o PASTOR nasceu, que no seu nome Se vê que de homem forte os feitos teve; Cuja fama ninguem virá que dome, Pois a grande de Roma não se atreve. (Cant. III, st. XX a XXII.) Deixo ... atraz a fama antiga Que co'a Gente de Rómulo alcançaram, Quando com VIRIATHO na inimiga Guerra romana tanto se afamaram. Tambem deixo a memoria, que os obriga A grande nome, quando a levantaram Um por seu Capitão, que, peregrino, Fingiu na Cerva espirito divino. (Cant. I, st. XXVI.) No tempo do grande épico ainda se não tinha perdido o conhecimento da relação de continuidade historica entre Portugal e a antiga Lusitania, mais vasta e por isso mais violentamente retalhada pela administração imperial romana. Esse conhecimento, embora confundido com as lendas syncreticas dos falsos Chronicões, influiu na consciencia do nosso individualismo ethnico e nacional. O esforço de desnacionalisação de Portugal pela politica da unificação iberica, veiu até reflectir-se nos proprios historiadores patrios, levando-os a considerar Portugal uma formação recente, adventicia, sem individualidade, e a Lusitania quasi como uma ficção banal dos eruditos da Renascença! Mas o caracter persistente do typo portuguez, a resistencia tenaz contra todos os conflictos da natureza e pressões da vida, que tanto o distingue entre os povos modernos, é a prova manifesta da raça lusitana como a descreveram os geographos gregos e romanos. Nas luctas pela liberdade territorial a Lusitania deixou nos historiadores greco-latinos o ecco da sua resistencia indomavel, sobretudo no Cyclo das Guerras viriathinas, que se reaccenderam ainda sob o commando de Sertorio. Pela sua genial intuição teve Garrett a comprehensão d'este caracter resistente e soffredor da nossa raça lusitana: «Os Portuguezes são naturalmente soffredores e pacientes: muito arrochada hade ser a corda com que de mãos e pés os atam seus oppressores, antes que rompam em um só gemido os desgraçados. Um murmurio, uma queixa... nem talvez no cadafalso a soltarão! Vendem-nos os desleaes pegureiros de quem nos deixamos governar; vendem-nos, enxotam-nos para a feira a cajado e a latido e mordedella de seus mastins; e nós vamos e nem gememos. Se um clamor de queixumes, se uma voz de desconfiança acaso surde, aqui os clamores de rebeldes, os alcunhas de demagogos... e a nação (o rebanho, direi antes) que se resigna e soffre, e continua a caminhar para o exicio! Tal é, com as differenças de variados nomes e datas, a historia de Portugal quasi desde que a revolução ou restauração (restauração seria?) de 1640 fez da nação portugueza o patrimonio de meia duzia de familias privilegiadas e de seus satelites e parasitos.» (Carta de M. Scevola, 1830.) Symbolisamos esta resistencia, vivificando o typo de VIRIATHO, reconstruindo poeticamente as situações laconicas referidas nos historiadores classicos; representamos artisticamente essa fibra que ainda hoje pulsa em nós, e pela qual, perante a marcha da Civilisação se affirma através dos cataclysmos politicos a ALMA PORTUGUEZA. Assuetum malo Ligurem, disse Virgilio (Georg., II, 102) d'essa poderosa raça, de que o Lusitano foi um dos ramos mais activos; as terriveis desgraças que nos têm acompanhado desde a romanisação da peninsula até á subserviencia ingleza, como acostumados ao mal, não nos têm alquebrado: não apagaram a constituição da Nacionalidade, não embaraçaram as iniciativas dos Descobrimentos maritimos; não abafaram a expressão das altas capacidades estheticas. Pela expressão artistica se fixou a lingua portugueza, orgão reconhecido da nacionalidade, cujo sentimento se manteve pela idealisação poetica, em Camões. Seja ainda esse recurso poetico o meio de acordar a consciencia do passado de um Povo, no qual estão implicitos a sua rasão de ser presente, e o ideal do seu destino futuro. Um dos fins da Arte moderna é a representação da vida dos povos e dos aspectos da natureza dos paizes longinquos, e tambem a evocação das edades passadas, vencendo por este exotismo o apagamento das impressões de tudo quanto nos cérca; assim se inicia a phase esthetica constructiva. Pela evocação da Raça penetra-se o sentir da fibra nacional, e por esta o drama das luctas das Instituições que se fundaram, o vinculo das Tradições, que foram germens e impulsos da missão historica e das creações artisticas que reflectiram a consciencia da collectividade. VIRIATHONo anno de DCIII da éra da fundação da Cidade de Roma, sendo Consules L. Licinio Lucullo e A. Postumio Albino, acontecimento inopinado suscitou nos espiritos um extraordinario alvorôço: O Senado fôra convocado repentinamente, com urgencia, sem ser pela fórmula usual de um Edito, mas pela peremptoria chamada nominal ordenada pelo velho e integerrimo Catão, denominado o Censor. A gravidade do acontecimento forçára por certo o venerando presidente do Senado a simplificar essa fórmula da convocação? Algum grande crime perturbava ou ameaçava o governo da Republica! A curiosidade era immensa, e antecipadamente sabia-se que a voz austera de Marco Catão, o Censor, se ergueria no Senado contra o patricio o mais opulento dos romanos, que dispunha de riquezas bastantes para corromperem os juizes aos quaes se confiasse o seu julgamento. Galba! era este o nome que soava de bocca em bocca, mais com inveja do que hostilidade, desde que o Tribuno do Povo Aulo Scribonio o citára para comparecer em justiça pelas depredações e carnificinas que praticára contra as Tribus e cidades tributarias da Lusitania, que como Provincia senatorial estava sob a égide da lealdade romana. Era de um crime contra a magestade do Povo romano, que versava a accusação do Proconsul Servio Sulpicio Galba, ao qual fôra confiado o governo e administração da Hespanha Ulterior, essa parte occidental da peninsula em que se comprehendia a vasta Lusitania. Ninguem se atrevia a pôr em duvida a valentia do tribuno militar, que fôra á Hespanha com a missão especial de combater e submetter os Celtiberos; mas, sendo conhecida no mundo a gloria do Senado, que, vae para quatro seculos, dirige com um tino incomparavel as guerras de incorporação dos povos barbaros, como poderá consentir que no exercicio d'essa missão civilisadora lhe infamem a inviolavel auctoridade? A voz de Catão ergueu-se no meio de um religioso silencio com a acuidade de um látego de fogo: —Como velho octogenario, ninguem comprehende como eu o poder dos Costumes dos Antepassados representados hoje no Senado, como um tribunal permanente, de acção executiva, e com consciencia das necessidades publicas expostas pela palavra em discussão aberta. É d'esses Costumes dos Antepassados que deriva a Soberania com que nós todos aqui presentes, dando fórma á opinião publica, intervimos no organismo social de Roma. Diante de mim, e entre os trezentos membros aqui reunidos, vejo ainda os antigos chefes da Familia romana, os Patres, que pela edade fôram os Seniores, os quaes deram o nome a este Tribunal sacrosanto de Senado; tambem vejo os Conscripti, que a pouco e pouco fôram chamados a completarem o numero, que a morte ou a extincção das familias ia diminuindo. Emfim, aqui estamos constituidos tanto a Ordem senatorial como a Equestre, para deliberarmos sobre o que interessa á Republica. D'entre vós, uns exercem um poder temporario, e outros são inamoviveis desde que se reconheceram os seus serviços, e por sua vida incorruptivel são proclamados Censores. É pois no exercicio d'esta dignidade que eu fallo e conto ser ouvido, porque foi confiada á protecção da minha vigilancia essa uberrima provincia da Hespanha. Tendo eu, como Censor, cooperado sempre, todos os cinco annos, pela confecção do registo do Censo, na nomeação dos Senadores tirados dos antigos magistrados, raro será aqui o Senador que não deva á minha confiança a honra d'essa escolha confiada a Senadores consulares, a Senadores pretorianos, segundo as magistraturas, e cargos curues, em que se dignificaram. E tendo eu exercido este direito supremo dos Censores, compete-nos mais um, que é o da exclusão dos indignos do Senado... Sentiu-se um vago rumor entre os trezentos membros da assembleia; Catão, quasi sem notar que o seu longo exordio já fatigava a attenção, proseguiu: —É esse direito, que hoje me traz aqui, apoiado pela propria consciencia e pelo meu juramento. Eu bem sei que as attribuições dos Censores são constantemente diminuidas, e que virá tempo em que desapparecendo esta magistratura, irromperão as guerras civis. Deixemos o futuro, e perdoae as digressões proprias da provecta edade. Em gravissimas circumstancias, sabidas por nós todos, foi Servio Sulpicio Galba mandado á Hespanha como Pretor. E se a situação difficil reclamava todas as virtudes militares para a magestade de Roma se mantêr illeza, mais necessario era o espirito de uma intelligente politica, para perpetuar por bons tratados o que a espada nem sempre conseguiu. Galba deu primeiramente uma prova deploravel de militar incompleto, quando invadindo a Lusitania, perdeu sete mil e quinhentos legionarios, indo refugiar-se em uma situação ignobil em Carmona. Destemido, mas inconsiderado, é este homem por isso perigoso para a Republica. E ainda mais: é de um caracter falso, violando com descaro a palavra de um Tribuno, que vale tanto como um tratado escripto, rebaixando perante o mundo o poder romano sempre inquebrantavel, quando se trata de um dever moral. É certo que as trinta e seis cidades tributarias da Lusitania, sempre irrequietas e luctando pela sua autonomia e independencia local, tambem violaram o tratado concluido com Attilio, infestando as Colonias romanas, e as Cidades federadas e immunes, favorecidas com o regimen municipal....OU SEJA OU AUTARCAS SAFAVAM-SE BEM NA ALTURA

Era o começo de anno estival, e na entrada de Maio, em que se faziam as dansas e cantares debaixo do verde pinheiro, e em que os homens validos, os chefes de familia, effectuavam as grandes paradas das suas forças defensivas. Parece que o ajuntamento d'aquella multidão enorme respirava um ár de festa, uma alegria communicativa, em que a ideia de morrer pela liberdade da sua terra dava uma exaltação delirante; dir-se-hia que era a Primavera sagrada, em que novas colonias iam pelo mundo para fundarem uma outra cidade. Verdadeiramente era uma entrada em campanha, em que o costume vinha coadjuvar a necessidade. Viam-se homens da estatura meã, e enxutos de carnes, de cabellos pretos e olhos castanhos, ligeiros e ageis, capazes de resistir a todas as intempéries, soffrendo todas as privações mas sempre alegres; traziam pendurados ao pescoço, por correias, pequenos escudos de tamanho de quatro palmos, e prezas á cinta umas compridas facas, a que se soccorriam em lances decisivos, e ainda no combate pessoal. O braço era armado com uma lança comprida, com uma ponta de bronze e um gancho ao lado, servindo para ferir e prender aquelle que topasse na frente. Apenas lhes defendia o corpo uma couraça de linho crú fortemente tecido, ou treu, sobre a qual assentava uma cóta de malha tecida de arame, que nenhum dardo poderia atravessar. Capacetes de couro com triplice cimeira cobriam-lhes as cabeças, aparando com segurança os golpes dos montantes; outros guerreiros traziam os cabellos compridos, como usam as mulheres, cingidos com nastro na fronte, no momento das refregas; os peões appresentavam-se com cnémides, saiaes negros, e chuços; outros com bragas forradas de pele de cabra, ou safões. E os Cavalleiros, montavam alazões e fouveiros, com estribos em fórma de concha feitos de madeira; com mantos listrados formando quadrados variegados. Formavam grupos de trez em trez, a que davam outr'ora o nome de Trimarkisia, indo um dos Cavalleiros á frente no ataque, ficando mais atraz os outros dois para o defenderem e substituirem. Reinava uma certa ordem n'essa multidão, dividida em catervas de infantes ou peões, com alguns Cavalleiros nas alas extremas: e os Hastarios, os Sagitarios, ou archeiros, os Fundibularios, moviam-se com uma ligeireza extrema, tomando os Cavalleiros como pontos de mira para se ajuntarem no sitio em que se tornava mais urgente a defeza ou o ataque. Os Carros, ou Covões armados de longos espetos, eram puxados a quatro cavallos, empregando-os para romperem a ordem da infantaria inimiga, e para servirem de parapeito e estacada defensiva detraz dos quaes os archeiros arrojavam os seus dardos.
Foi no meio de uma anciedade de lucta, que entre as Catervas lusitanas correu a nova, de que já pisava terras de Hespanha o Consul Caio Vetilio, com tropas frescas e aguerridas; o Senado encarregára-o de reprimir o levantamento provocado pela infamissima traição de Galba, que, deixando-o impune, tacitamente a approvava. Vetilio chegou a Corduba, onde assentára o seu quartel general. Tudo se sabia no campo lusitano, porque não faltavam esculcas e mensageiros, que davam conta dos movimentos do velho Consul.
Em Corduba ia Vetilio ajuntando todas as tropas romanas, que estavam como presidiarias, formando phalanges com as que trouxera de Roma, e dando-lhes uma forte disciplina, que centuplicava a sua resistencia. Não havia tempo a perder; a rapidez do ataque muitas vezes decide da sorte da campanha, e Vetilio como general experimentado comprehendeu que tinha de luctar com tribus de uma resistencia tenacissima, que se deixavam matar, mas que não transigiam com a perda da liberdade da sua terra.
O territorio da Lusitania, que se conservára submisso, fôra, pela traição de Galba, agitado por uma insurreição tremenda; com a maxima rapidez e a marchas forçadas, o Consul Vetilio, no rigor do inverno, transpozera os Pyrenneus, vencendo difficuldades insuperaveis, e engrossando as novas Legiões com as tropas que nas provincias pacificadas estacionavam em seus quarteis de inverno. Entrava na Hespanha Ulterior com um grande exercito, maior do que aquelle com que partira de Roma, e o exito da empreza fôra bem calculado—cahindo de surpreza sobre as populações insurrectas, e impellindo-as á defensiva, sem tréguas, sem lhes dar tempo para organisarem a resistencia.

VII

Vetilio deu ordem para que o seu exercito, de mais de dez mil homens sahisse de Corduba, e seguindo em massa compacta pela Turdetania fôsse ao encontro das tribus lusitanas; e fortificadas por uma severa disciplina, contava que as tropas luctariam com vantagem contra Catervas impetuosas, mas sem a cohesão de um bom e seguro commando, nem a lucidez de um pensado plano estrategico.
E não se enganava. Ao segundo dia de marcha, Vetilio avistou ao longe, em um valle immenso, grande numero de Carros de guerra, e Cavalleiros, e por traz d'elles, negrejando, Catervas de peões, que pela direcção que traziam, com certeza vinham sobre Corduba com intenção de assediar o exercito romano, ahi na capital da Turdetania. Era o instante opportuno. Vetilio manda organisar em columna todos os seus infantes: aos flancos os seus Carros, com os projectis incendiarios; a Cavalleria mais atraz, destinada a envolver as tribus lusitanas durante o ataque.
Desde que as tropas romanas fôram avistadas pelos Lusitanos, um grito immenso como de alegria retumbou nos áres, como os renchilidos e apupos ou atruxos com que se distinguiam as varias povoações lusonias; e d'entre esse ruido escutava-se o ecco de cantos, de hymnos, que davam uma animação indescriptivel ao movimento dos combatentes. Vetilio contava com o enthusiasmo dos Lusitanos no primeiro assalto, e reservou todas as suas forças para sustentar o pezo d'esse primeiro impeto. E a carga dos peões lusitanos foi imponente, mesmo incomparavel. Valeu-lhe ao Consul o sangue-frio que soube mantêr; e foi assim, que subitamente reconheceu, que o exercito dos Lusitanos, tão numeroso como o seu, e que não constava de menos de dez mil homens, não tinha cohesão entre si; faltava-lhe a disciplina, e mais do que isso pela ordem de combate descobriu que essa multidão compacta não tinha um general, que sustentasse intelligentemente o commando. O numero extraordinario dos combatentes lusitanos complicava a sua propria segurança, pela falta de um chefe digno d'este nome. Este relance de Vetilio bastou para abranger a situação, e no seu espirito entrou a segurança de que seria certa a victoria. E tirando partido da situação comprehendeu que para vencer era a melhor condição empenhar-se em uma batalha campal com todas as suas tropas; por que embora os Lusitanos aguerridos apresentassem um egual numero, faltava-lhes o commando, o que tornava perigosa a sua situação em campo raso. As Legiões estavam então formadas com quatro mil infantes de linha, que se dividiam em trinta manipulos ou companhias, manobrando em campanha como a unidade tactica de uma divisão moderna. E esses manipulos ou companhias, agrupavam-se em cohortes ou batalhões, em numero de dez.
Passado o primeiro impeto de uma carga destemida de lanças, que os soldados de Vetilio apararam rijamente nos seus escudos, o Consul aproveitou-se da tactica aprendida nas guerras de Hespanha, e mandando-os formar em cunha rompeu as filas dividindo-as, mandando em seguida as suas quadrigas a toda a carreira sobre os flancos, para evitar que tornassem outra vez a reunir-se. Os Cavalleiros dispersos por entre a multidão desorientada, trucidavam incessantemente os que encontravam com um furor attonito, mal sabendo defender-se. A Legião romana mais uma vez, sob o commando de um habil chefe, patenteava a importancia da sua constituição estrategica. A lucta prolongou-se com coragem da parte das tribus lusitanas, mas repentinamente ellas reconheceram-se enfraquecidas, não por falta de valentia, nem de bravura, mas pela imprevidencia com que entraram em campanha, sem um chefe que as dirigisse e tivesse firmemente disciplinado.
Toda a lucta n'estas condições era uma temeridade estulta, um inutil sacrificio. A batalha era agora insistentemente continuada por Vetilio; milhares de cadaveres cobriam o solo recalcado, e o Consul pensava já em aniquilar toda essa multidão lusitana que ainda resistia. O sol declinava; prestes viria a noite, e era de força que o triumpho de Roma ficasse definitivo. Os Lusitanos sem esperança, sentiam-se cansados; a fome e a sêde hallucinava-os até ao desespero, e cercados no valle em que tinham sido surprehendidos, só viam um unico refugio para escaparem ao inevitavel destroço—renderem-se!
D'entre o campo dos Lusitanos fôram enviados a Vetilio quatro emissarios, levando erguidos ao alto ramos de oliveira. O Consul consentiu que chegassem á sua presença, e que appresentassem a mensagem; um d'elles por nome Diálcon, fallou:
—Vimos aqui pedir a suspensão do combate, e a paz, rendendo-nos em massa ao Poder de Roma!
O Consul mandou suspender as hostilidades; e perguntou com dureza aos emissarios:
—Quem responde pela revolta contra a soberania de Roma?
—Nós todos, perdendo o direito de Povos livres; mas conservando sómente a liberdade individual de cada lusitano.
—É muito! retorquiu-lhes o Consul.
—Se não quereis matar-nos, passando tudo á espada, só poderemos acceitar a vida com a liberdade individual


As cohortes lusas, emquanto aguardavam o momento de se moverem, cantavam coreadamente:
Acclamação de Viriatho
Ha setenta e dois annos
Que falta aos Lusitanos
Um braço que os defenda
Da escravidão horrenda!
Rumor incerto espalha,
Que morreu na batalha
Que se travou em Cannas
Contra as Legiões romanas.
É rumor não exacto;
Não morreu Viriatho!
Porque o odio não morre,
E esse odio nos soccorre.
Rejuvenesceu hoje!
Viriatho nos arroje
Á implacavel guerra
Por esta livre Terra.
Salvador desejado,
Não debalde esperado,
Vencerão seus tyrannos
Por ti os Lusitanos.

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dimarts, 26 d’agost de 2014

BOLETIM DA ORGANIZAÇÃO METEOROLÓGICA MUNDIAL ÓPTIMA LEITURA PARA LEVAR PARA DESERTOS....TEMOS TONELADAS DE BOLETINS SERVEM PARA ACENDER FOGUEIRAS....ESTIMA A TAL ORGANIZAÇÃO QUE O POTENCIAL DA ENERGIA DO VENTO NOS LOCAIS MAIS FAVORÁVEIS EXCEDE OS 20 MIL GIGAWATTS PRESUME-SE QUE HORÁRIOS 6 VEZES A PRODUÇÃO DAS CENTRAIS ELÉCTRICAS DOS U.S OF A (HIDROELÉCTRICAS NUCLEARES? O LIVRO NÃO DIZ) SÃO BOLETINS ENCADERNADOS EM LIVRO AS ENCADERNAÇÕES ESTÃO GASTAS E ARDEM BEM FORAM OFERECIDOS AO GOVERNO ACTUAL COMO AJUDA - Aristotle's Meteorology and Its Reception in the Arab World: With an Edition and Translation of Ibn Suw R's "Treatise on Meteorological Phenomena" and Ibn B Jja's "Commentary on the Meteorology" by Paul Lettinck 0.0 of 5 stars 0.00 · rating details · 0 ratings · 0 reviews An account of what Arabic scholars have written, either as commentators or as more independent authors, on the subjects treated in Aristotle's "Meteorology," this work investigates how they were influenced by one another and by previous Greek commentators. For each subject a survey is given of the content of the Greek commentaries (by Alexander, Philoponus and Olympiodorus) as well as of a later treatise, ascribed to Olympiodorus and extant only in Arabic. Then, the Arabic version of Ibn al-Bitr?q is investigated; it was one of the sources used by the Arabic writers which are discussed after that: al-Kind?, Ibn S?n? and later scholars who were inspired by him, Ibn B?jja and Ibn Rusd. Two Arabic treatises on subjects from the "Meteorology" are GOOD SHIT FOR BURNING

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Metaphorical World Politics

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Metaphorical World Politics argues that language and metaphor are important parts of international political reality. Metaphors and world politics have appeared together many times in recent history. The blended space that results is metaphorical world politics, a real- world game for political and scientific actors. This collection picks up the challenge to unravel the game, to examine its rules, to clarify the mixture of images and facts that is so real in politics but so exceptional in science. Scholars have studied metaphor mostly from a linguistic or a literary point of view. This work forces those primarily interested in metaphors to think about applications and implications beyond the text. Others concerned mainly with world politics may consider how metaphors may help to energize and structure international political thought and action.
     Scholars have most often studied world politics embedded in so-called "facts." Metaphorical World Politics shows that facts are misleading in their compactness, that facts are often meaningless, that metaphors in contrast are energetic processors of meaning, and that facts in world politics are nothing more than weak emulsions of metaphor. This work outlines the general place of metaphor on the map of politics and highlights the location of specific metaphors on the political terrain.


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THE SALMON JIHAD - The premise is wonderful: a middle-aged male scientist is approached by a young-ish woman to help a Yemeni sheihk develop a salmon fishing experience for his countrymen. Add the lovely thoughts that it would be a miracle to bring this scenario to the Middle East. A miracle of science - but also a miracle of faith.....AN CALIPHATE OF SALMON THAT RUSH AND DIE...BY FATWA ...EM 1498 VASCO DA GAMA PESCAVA UMAS PILOTAS DE PILOTOS AO LARGO DE ZANZIBAR - SEM CERCAS PALIÇADAS SEM FRONTEIRAS POSSÍVEIS NÃO FAVORECE OS MECANISMOS DE CONTROLE ECONÓMICO QUE SERVIRAM BEM OU MAL PARA A ECONOMIA TERRESTRE... Estado actual das pescas em Portugal, comprehendendo a pesca maritima, fluvial e lacustre em todo o continente do reino, referido ao anno de 1886- NO INÍCIO DO SÉCULO XX PESCAVAM-SE UNS 4 MILHÕES DE TONELADAS DE PESCADO FIXE OU FISH PER YEAR ANOS 30 CHEGA-SE ÀS 10 MEGATONES 22 MEGATONES NOS ANOS 50'S AND 33 MEGATON'S IN THE YEAR OF 1960 AND 60 MEGATON'S OF FISH IN 1970 MAXIMUM OF 66 MEGATON'S IN 1972 Fisheries Ecology and Management by Carl J. Walters 3.75 of 5 stars 3.75 · rating details · 4 ratings · 0 reviews Quantitative modeling methods have become a central tool in the management of harvested fish populations. This book examines how these modeling methods work, why they sometimes fail, and how they might be improved by incorporating larger ecological interactions. "Fisheries Ecology and Management" provides a broad introduction to the concepts and quantitative models needed to successfully manage fisheries. Walters and Martell develop models that account for key ecological dynamics such as trophic interactions, food webs, multi-species dynamics, risk-avoidance behavior, habitat selection and density-dependence. They treat fisheries policy development as a two-stage process, first identifying strategies for varying harvest in relation to changes in abundance, then finding ways to implement such strategies in terms of monitoring and regulatory procedures. This book provides a general framework for developing assessment models in terms of state-observation dynamics hypotheses, and points out that most fisheries assessment failures have been due to inappropriate observation model hypotheses rather than faulty models for ecological dynamics.

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dilluns, 25 d’agost de 2014

THE HERMAPHRODITE MYTH TENDO AS MULHERES MENOS VALOR OS DEMÓNIOS AS DEIXARÃO INCÓLUMES Hermaphrodite; myths and rites of the bisexual figure in classical antiquity Impossible Hermaphrodites: Intersex in America, 1620–1960In 1840 the Boston Medical and Surgical Journal published an article about a purported hermaphrodite who had lived some years as male and some as female. The author, a phy - sician, described the subject’s ambiguous features: long, black hair arranged in a “femi - nine mode,” a face with “masculine coarseness” but with “a feminine complexion,” facial hair like a man, but earrings like a woman. Rumor had it that s/he performed the copula - tive functions of either sex. Despite the ambiguity of indicators, the doctor expressed no doubt about his subject’s sex and portrayed “him” as unequivocally disingenuous, as the perpetrator of a “case of imposture.” Although the individual presented herself as female, the doctor pronounced her male. 1 What are we to make of this perplexing person? Was she a woman attired in men’s clothes, as so many supposed and she herself insisted? Was she truly a man, equipped with “male organs entire,” as two doctors observed? Did the “piece of dead flesh” she referred to on her body make her female or male? 2 Why did she variously live life as a woman or a man? Why did the doctor feel entitled to pronounce her male, even as she presented herself as female? This essay explores the changing definitions and perceptions of “hermaphrodites” from the colonial period to the early twentieth century. 3 Over the course of the three centuries, most medical observers would have agreed that hermaphrodites did not exist in the hu - man species and that patients with confused or ambiguous external and internal repro - ductive organs were not really hermaphrodites, but cases of “mistaken sex.” Indeed, by the mid-twentieth century, “corrective” surgery for such anatomical ambiguity became rou - tine in this country, to make infants’ genitalia look “normal” and match their supposed “true sex.”HERMAPHRO DEITY The Mystery of Divine Genius. " And she shall bring forth a Son, and thou shalt call His name Jesus; for He shall save His people from their sins."We feel assured that in this simple work there will be found the law of healing promised the race from remote ages. It was the occult teaching of Jesus, and of all adepts in past ages. If asked for proofs of many of the statements made, we must needs remain silent — as was Christ before Pilate. We can no more explain how or where we obtained the knowledge of the truths advanced than could Galileo demonstrate to his religious persecutors how or where he obtained the knowledge that the earth was a globe and revolved around its center, the sun. What seemed at that period to be the vagaries of a diseased brain, are today the demonstrated facts of science, accepted by all the world. May it not be possible that in a few generations the new and strange teachings advanced in this brief work will become a demonstrated science, applicable to the deepest needs of human life? E. B. L. The Mystery op Divine Genius. "THE TRUTH IS, A GREAT MIND MUST BE ANDROGYNOUS." I have often wondered why John has never married, for all the girls dote on him, but he is equally lovely to them all and seems just as fond of the old as he is of the young women. In short, John is a curious being; he is altogether lovely, but queer. "These are the last days in March and I would like to be in Benares by the first day of April, that will be on Wednesday of next week. In fact, I have written to my friend that I shall be there," John said at the breakfast table the next morning. "There is to be an especially fine course of lessons given at the school, com- mencing on the second of April, ,, John con- tinued, "and Bessie," turning to me, "I wish you would put me up a few traps, just as few as pos- sible, and let us be off." "That rascal is just taking us along to mend his socks and put his studs into his clean shirts," said Annie, maliciously, that night as we were preparing for bed. "But after all," she added, half to herself, "he is so very clever, and good to everybody, that one is more than willing to do just what he wants them to, the dear old darling!" As Angela had traveled throughout India with only hand baggage, Annie and I took les- sons from her and we soon were equipped for The Mystery of Divine Genius. 15 our journey, but minus "fixin's," as John calls them, and in due time were on our way, speeding toward the setting sun — toward that quarter of the globe that always had such an attraction for me. THE HOME OF THE MAHATMAS. Benares, Cal., April ist. John's friend, Frederick, met us at the junc- tion of the Northern Pacific Railroad and a branch road leading to the Home of the broth- erhood. Although the distance is only a few miles, the ascent is so great that it requires, usually, nearly an hour to reach the "city," as brother Frederick laughingly called the settle- ment, so that it was ten o'clock before we were inside the Home. It was too dark for us to form much of an idea of the place. I observed a grove of lofty trees to the right of the town, and behind it there loomed up a great mountain — at least it appeared like one in the darkness. Absolute silence reigned over all — there wasn't even a puff from the old engine that had labored so 16 Hermaphro- Deity : hard to get us up the hill. At the entrance of the Home building there was an electric light, which gave a very impressive appearance to the structure. As we entered the great hall one of the Sisters, who had awaited our arrival, came forward smilingly, extending her hands, and bade us welcome to Benares. Brother Frederick took charge of John, con- ducting him to his apartments, while the Sister leading the way up the stairs ushered us into a large, airy chamber, with all the appointments for three occupants. I was not so tired but that I began a critical survey of things in general. In the arrange- ment of the room, everywhere, there was an evi- dence of woman's artistic eye and hand. The furnishings were of excellent quality, select- ed with a view to use as well as beauty, and all was immaculately clean. The floor attracted my attention most. It was hardwood, highly polished, of a rich color. The room was lighted with electricity. The air of the whole apart- ment was soothing in the extreme. Just here the Sister who had escorted us to our room came in with a tray of refreshments, and informed us that our breakfast would be served in our room in the morning, as we would no doubt feel too much fatigued to rise and The Mystery of Divine Genius. 17 breakfast with the family as early as they were in the habit of doing. "We are early risers up here," she said smilingly, "and after a time you will enjoy the morning breezes from the moun- tains as much as we do." Bidding us good-night she left us to ourselves. We soon dispatched our lunch and made our- selves ready for bed, as the delightful coolness and fragrance of the air made one inclined to sleep, even had we not been so fatigued from our journey. "There is something awfully shivery about this whole place, ,, said Annie, "I can almost imagine that I have been suddenly transported to Jupiter or Mars— or some outlandish world — things feel strange and unreal somehow." "That is all in yourself, my dear, to me it is heavenly," said Angela, taking in a deep breath. I was too tired to make any comments and in a short time we were all safely stowed away in our delightful beds, and, owing to the fatigue and excitement of the past week, were soon sleeping soundly. A sleep from which I did not awaken until a rap at the door aroused me, and opening my eyes I beheld a perfect flood of sunshine filling the room, and Angela sitting at the open window all dressed and evidently study- ing the situation outside. Upon opening the 18 Her maphro- Deity : door we found our attendant of the previous evening, who informed us that our breakfast would be ready in a few minutes. "I feel as though I had just been exhumed from the Pyramids of Egypt," yawned Annie, shaking herself and stretching, "I had curious dreams about this place last night," she contin- ued, as she completed her toilet. "I think it is owned and run by a set of fairies, as we see neither men, women or children about the prem- ises." "I have an evidence of a very different char- acter," said Angela, smiling. "I have been up at the window for more than two hours and have seen at least fifty stalwart men, coming in from the hay fields I concluded, as they all had rakes over their shoulders, broad brimmed hats on their heads and shoes on their feet. True they did not make any noise, but they wore trousers and had no wings." Our breakfast came at this point and present- ed a very decidedly human and familiar appear- ance. It consisted of a plentiful supply of de- liciously browned toast, butter, eggs, cream, milk, and a heaping dish of the finest, most luscious strawberries I had ever seen. Our sweet-voiced attendant informed us, as she was leaving the room after arranging our The Mystery of Divine Genius. 19 table, that she would be up about fifteen minutes before nine o'clock to conduct us to the chapel. This being the opening lesson, we would all be expected to be in our places on time. As Father Hyacinth is the teacher for this month no one can afford to lose one word. . With that she closed the door and we were ' ft to ourselves to enjoy our most delicious meal. "How is this breakfast, Annie, has it the taste of the Pyramids and odor of Cheops?" Angela ventured, after watching for a time the greedy manner in which Annie stowed away the food. "Oh, this is all right 1 and earthly enough. But I do wonder what they have done with John. If ever a man would be of any use or comfort, it would be in a place like this, where one expects every instant to see a ghost glide in from some hole or corner and to be caught up and spirited away — the Lord only knows where." After this speech she replenished her dish with strawberries and fell to eating with a gusto most astonishing in one so overcome with fear. Angela smilingly said, "Do not allow your- self to be terrified, my dear, because whatever the power might be that spirited you away, it would return you as soon as it had had one en- counter with you." 20 Hermaphro- Deity : Here the door opened and John stalked in looking like a Greek god. "This is interesting! Do you expect to con- tinue this line of business up here? ,, he said, af- fecting great disgust. "It is almost nine o'clock. I have been up for three hours looking over the place; I have been up the mountain a mile, at least, and back, while you girls have been snooz- ing in bed. This must be the last of these city airs. The men of this community have stacked over fifty tons of hay this morning, while the women have worked over and packed two hun- dred pounds of butter, taken care of the milk of one hundred and fifty cows, and baked a hun- dred loaves of bread, besides many delicacies that I cannot mention. They have also made twenty^five large cheeses. And such men and women! but you will see them presently.


The Divine Hermaphrodite - Pamphlet

TRAJO FEMININO USADO POR HOMENS 

DA GAMA GREGA OS LICIENCES 

PUNHAM LUTO VESTINDO DE

 MATRAFONAS  ....ESTA INDUMENTÁRIA 

VERGONHOSA SERVE PARA OS HOMENS 


DEIXAREM DE CARPIR POIS QUEM SE 

LAMENTA SÃO AS MULHERES....

EM ESPARTA A QUE TEM A CARGO A NOVA ESPOSA RAPA-LHE A CABEÇA 

CALÇA-A E VESTE-A COMO HOMEM 

E O MARIDO VEM TER COM ELA ÀS 

ESCONDIDAS GERALMENTE POR TRÁS...

PLUTARCO ....LICURGO....

EM ARGOS A NOIVA PÕE UMA BARBA

PARA A NOITE DE NÚPCIAS

EM COS É O MARIDO QUE VSTE TRAJOS 

 FEMININOS 

(PLUTARCO... QUESTÃO GREGA  

LENDA DE MINOS (ANTONIMUS LIBERALIS METAMORFOSES...

MINOS FAZIA PERECER AS ESPOSAS POIS EJACULAVA ESCORPIÕES E SERPENTES E ESCOLOPENDRAS...


The Holy Hermaphrodite by is a visceral manipulator of sounds and energies, gouging violently at our comfort zones, poetic, sexual or otherwise. A.D Hitchin is an alchemist who transmutes coded language into charged contemporary landscapes where duality and desire shapeshift. A.D Hitchin is a sculptor who curves words into arcane images. A.D Hitchin is subversive. A.D Hitchin electroshocks mundanity.'

 

DESCRIPTION OF JESUS CHRIST BY
 PUBLIUS LENTULUS, 
PRESIDENT OF JUDEA IN 

THE REIGN OF TIBERIUS CAESAR. 



There lives at this time, in Judea, a man of singular 
virtue, whose name is Jesus Christ, whom the barbarians 
esteem as a prophet, but his followers love and adore 
him as the offspring of the immortal God. He calls 
back the dead from their graves, and heals all sorts of 
diseases with a word or a touch. He is a tall man, and 
well-shaped, of an amiable and reverend aspect; his hair 
of a color that can hardly be matched, 
falling into graceful curls, 
waving about, and very agreeably couching upon 
his square shoulders, parted on the crown of his head, 
running as a stream to the front, after the fashion of the 
Nazarites; his forehead high, large and rather imposing; 
his cheeks without spot or wrinkle, beautiful with a 
lovely red; his nose and mouth formed with exquisite 
symmetry; his beard thick and of a color suitable to his 
hair, reaching below his chin and parting in the middle 
like a fork; his eyes bright and blue, clear and serene; 
look, innocent, dignified, manly and mature; in proportion 
of body most perfect and captivating; his hands and 
arms most delicate to behold. He rebukes with majesty, 
counsels with mildness; his whole address, whether in 
word or deed, being eloquent and grave. No man has 
seen him laugh, yet his manners are exceedingly pleasant; 
but he has wept frequently in the presence of men. 
He 
is temperate, modest and wise; a man, for his extraordinary beauty 
and divine perfections, 
surpassing the children of men in every sense.