<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386</id><updated>2024-09-06T13:16:40.683-07:00</updated><category term="Nonfiction"/><category term="Fiction"/><category term="Health"/><category term="Gardening"/><category term="Business"/><title type='text'>Page 55</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a collection of excerpts from random books. All excerpts are from page 55, the first full paragraph.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-8806279351213275700</id><published>2012-02-24T11:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T11:02:57.365-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>The Energy Healing Experiments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;By Gary E. Schwartz, PhD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;When you were a child, did you ever play with a crystal radio? When I was around eleven years old, I spent many wonder-filled hours listening to Long Island and New York City radio stations with my toy crystal radio set.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/8806279351213275700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/8806279351213275700?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/8806279351213275700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/8806279351213275700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2012/02/energy-healing-experiments.html' title='The Energy Healing Experiments'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxNdSOiMEjPubGjJomUkFxmhEs3Yhc81vtp7gLMv-EyPd0rQaKZK6u3rFCkjWUUDB-DE2sELUCOYrrIFnzU4sn-PtK4Ry8C4TUHiOXO5RJAKXtzSoDNJ_cbGr3ZPcGM0B5s5fGJFrT3cw/s72-c/energy_healing_experiments.30154459_std.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-273615000283716654</id><published>2011-07-09T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T12:25:41.858-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>The Great Life Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OcttWKzBWSTkPfUZNSFnbFHObzfZ32TAj7iknAzI43remz_L9gHtIjqaFJfN682BWT_LZsql_ZH_4i5syHxvvYMjjDy0WWFeWmkUyMXSBIblS9nhcBmr0kIQkI_MlsrIypkQs2SHhXI/s1600/20101205181633.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OcttWKzBWSTkPfUZNSFnbFHObzfZ32TAj7iknAzI43remz_L9gHtIjqaFJfN682BWT_LZsql_ZH_4i5syHxvvYMjjDy0WWFeWmkUyMXSBIblS9nhcBmr0kIQkI_MlsrIypkQs2SHhXI/s400/20101205181633.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627420118715728290&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Denny Waxman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;As a child, I refused to eat vegetables. Lettuce and tomatoes (in a sandwich) were the only exceptions. My mother was an excellent cook but I didn&#39;t appreciate her skills. Food was a problem for me. Once a week I was permitted to have dinner out with my friends. These were the meals I liked best. I ate all the junk food my body could handle. Whether consciously or not, throughout my childhood I refused vegetables completely. I would eat my mother&#39;s vegetable soup only if she strained out the vegetables. I was that bad! In light of this confession, it strikes me as highly ironic that I have spent most of my adult life trying to convince other people to eat their vegetables.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/273615000283716654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/273615000283716654?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/273615000283716654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/273615000283716654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/07/great-life-diet.html' title='The Great Life Diet'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OcttWKzBWSTkPfUZNSFnbFHObzfZ32TAj7iknAzI43remz_L9gHtIjqaFJfN682BWT_LZsql_ZH_4i5syHxvvYMjjDy0WWFeWmkUyMXSBIblS9nhcBmr0kIQkI_MlsrIypkQs2SHhXI/s72-c/20101205181633.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-7629507761190154306</id><published>2011-06-29T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:02:23.913-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Business"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>The Contrarian&#39;s Guide to Leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihoclDvaZdPiU4E6-53xLfAs2wbNe-SqxzHAkUIXW0n0_hLWO54IIEUoqvNi62JH1OmPiYzI9vj9EubkBKyJ9-ghTSrAAt7b5hxfIUwA4ox7YK5jMYAjUf3LKrI3Cupl4GtUkA8LqfCQg/s1600/41FqQGk9KgL._SL500_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihoclDvaZdPiU4E6-53xLfAs2wbNe-SqxzHAkUIXW0n0_hLWO54IIEUoqvNi62JH1OmPiYzI9vj9EubkBKyJ9-ghTSrAAt7b5hxfIUwA4ox7YK5jMYAjUf3LKrI3Cupl4GtUkA8LqfCQg/s400/41FqQGk9KgL._SL500_.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623780508275797746&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;By Steven B. Sample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;To a greater extent than we realize, and to far greater extent than we would ever care to admit, we are what we read.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/7629507761190154306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/7629507761190154306?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7629507761190154306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7629507761190154306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/06/contrarians-guide-to-leadership.html' title='The Contrarian&#39;s Guide to Leadership'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihoclDvaZdPiU4E6-53xLfAs2wbNe-SqxzHAkUIXW0n0_hLWO54IIEUoqvNi62JH1OmPiYzI9vj9EubkBKyJ9-ghTSrAAt7b5hxfIUwA4ox7YK5jMYAjUf3LKrI3Cupl4GtUkA8LqfCQg/s72-c/41FqQGk9KgL._SL500_.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4033489789751967675</id><published>2011-06-04T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:39:49.176-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><title type='text'>The Hour I First Believed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92lmEHZLdpstEusjtMA6Szw4XKnrLKx1ShMPUIRyQSJ0w1xWlNPDiz3xraSC1RJxiwgpWy7p_cY-sr-CiksAEV4keE4HrPvWcquWDxT5Hxw8VLdBSoMNCNhLfXkEzCapTRj-TR1DiIo4/s1600/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 277px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92lmEHZLdpstEusjtMA6Szw4XKnrLKx1ShMPUIRyQSJ0w1xWlNPDiz3xraSC1RJxiwgpWy7p_cY-sr-CiksAEV4keE4HrPvWcquWDxT5Hxw8VLdBSoMNCNhLfXkEzCapTRj-TR1DiIo4/s400/images.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614404224147105762&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;By Wally Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;Figuring it was better if they talked with someone who could speak &quot;medical,&quot; I had Maureen call the hospital. She tried twice but couldn&#39;t get past &quot;Louella&#39;s resting comfortably&quot; and &quot;Someone from the medical team will be calling&quot; and &quot;Can you verify that her insurance provider is Blue Cross/Blue Shield?&quot; And goddamnit, by the time the medical team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt; call, Mo&#39;d gone out.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4033489789751967675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/4033489789751967675?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4033489789751967675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4033489789751967675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/06/hour-i-first-believed.html' title='The Hour I First Believed'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92lmEHZLdpstEusjtMA6Szw4XKnrLKx1ShMPUIRyQSJ0w1xWlNPDiz3xraSC1RJxiwgpWy7p_cY-sr-CiksAEV4keE4HrPvWcquWDxT5Hxw8VLdBSoMNCNhLfXkEzCapTRj-TR1DiIo4/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-917411392139091811</id><published>2011-05-28T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:03:57.907-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>Thrive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkI6iopeUDvwFRLgTVL_vpzCGucjP-k2h6FBrZiTzQ80iykNYXMZu8gkln7Wd86f0nAYHvKEA1ynA_t-iWMk7F1s_3kV4ZCJkVAv65Y7Rg4Q7p4mDF7WfxyQEzHmLVkV27wKdu-xdYyo/s1600/thrive-vegan-nutrition-guide-optimal-performance-in-sports-brendan-brazier-paperback-cover-art.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 254px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkI6iopeUDvwFRLgTVL_vpzCGucjP-k2h6FBrZiTzQ80iykNYXMZu8gkln7Wd86f0nAYHvKEA1ynA_t-iWMk7F1s_3kV4ZCJkVAv65Y7Rg4Q7p4mDF7WfxyQEzHmLVkV27wKdu-xdYyo/s400/thrive-vegan-nutrition-guide-optimal-performance-in-sports-brendan-brazier-paperback-cover-art.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611795790699376706&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;By Brendan Brazier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;As the body carries out normal functions such as movement and digestion, it naturally becomes increasingly acidic: Acid formation is a natural by-product of a healthy metabolism. The normal biological function becomes a problem only when an inordinate amount of food is consumed. As I mentioned earlier, nutrient-dense, high net-gain food is key. The lower the net gain of the food, the more that must be consumed to obtain all the nutrients the body needs. This leads not only to an overconsumption of empty calories but also to the digestion of more food than is necessary. The more food that passes through the system, the more acidic the body will become.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/917411392139091811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/917411392139091811?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/917411392139091811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/917411392139091811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/05/thrive.html' title='Thrive'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkI6iopeUDvwFRLgTVL_vpzCGucjP-k2h6FBrZiTzQ80iykNYXMZu8gkln7Wd86f0nAYHvKEA1ynA_t-iWMk7F1s_3kV4ZCJkVAv65Y7Rg4Q7p4mDF7WfxyQEzHmLVkV27wKdu-xdYyo/s72-c/thrive-vegan-nutrition-guide-optimal-performance-in-sports-brendan-brazier-paperback-cover-art.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4302261178256377626</id><published>2011-05-10T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:46:16.698-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><title type='text'>Body Eloquence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UxHmb6jaHEtNqrgDMW6bz6mcMqzsFgUnIy5TwK5_P4QA7dUD6KydJ9GYdFM26XnUrNfuQbbrdefazQc9_cCqLIfogUBOYkYKtkAoMrtW0KafuDLWw_LWRdzbEGtZrvIQzPU8pj9t4Ds/s1600/57846704_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 242px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UxHmb6jaHEtNqrgDMW6bz6mcMqzsFgUnIy5TwK5_P4QA7dUD6KydJ9GYdFM26XnUrNfuQbbrdefazQc9_cCqLIfogUBOYkYKtkAoMrtW0KafuDLWw_LWRdzbEGtZrvIQzPU8pj9t4Ds/s400/57846704_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605159938647633682&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Nancy Mellon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;&quot;After the king died, his ghost haunted the castle the princess had inherited from him, threatening her every step. In her loneliness, she sent her servants out with wicker baskets in search of birds. Each morning she would cry, &#39;Bring more birds! I must have more birds!&#39;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4302261178256377626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/4302261178256377626?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4302261178256377626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4302261178256377626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/05/body-eloquence.html' title='Body Eloquence'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UxHmb6jaHEtNqrgDMW6bz6mcMqzsFgUnIy5TwK5_P4QA7dUD6KydJ9GYdFM26XnUrNfuQbbrdefazQc9_cCqLIfogUBOYkYKtkAoMrtW0KafuDLWw_LWRdzbEGtZrvIQzPU8pj9t4Ds/s72-c/57846704_b.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4940148740115907235</id><published>2011-04-28T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T08:11:53.640-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><title type='text'>Major Pettigrew&#39;s Last Stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZivcMozWRnqHnhuon6E6fockJspB7XglubgvllJc8nWoygde5XIfkt83YvLR2BTHF7Ll_7lDCEsRhhTqZRjDkNaULZLwHMOCE0jqqCITv96dbL9NPmVKutD-J6sbgtSAq6a3QHzZod8/s1600/major-pettigrews-last-stand.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZivcMozWRnqHnhuon6E6fockJspB7XglubgvllJc8nWoygde5XIfkt83YvLR2BTHF7Ll_7lDCEsRhhTqZRjDkNaULZLwHMOCE0jqqCITv96dbL9NPmVKutD-J6sbgtSAq6a3QHzZod8/s400/major-pettigrews-last-stand.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600651235032460962&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;By Helen Simonson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;To tell Mortimer that he had never begrudged Bertie the gun had been a damn lie. Sitting on the seafront, his back pressed against the wooden slats of a park bench, the Major turned his face up to the sun. The sweater absorbed heat as efficiently as a black plastic bin liner, and it was pleasant to sit tucked away in the lee of the fisherman&#39;s black-tarred net-drying sheds, listening to the waves breaking themselves to pieces on the shingle.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4940148740115907235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/4940148740115907235?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4940148740115907235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4940148740115907235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/04/major-pettigrews-last-stand.html' title='Major Pettigrew&#39;s Last Stand'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZivcMozWRnqHnhuon6E6fockJspB7XglubgvllJc8nWoygde5XIfkt83YvLR2BTHF7Ll_7lDCEsRhhTqZRjDkNaULZLwHMOCE0jqqCITv96dbL9NPmVKutD-J6sbgtSAq6a3QHzZod8/s72-c/major-pettigrews-last-stand.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-292589387421175636</id><published>2011-04-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T08:39:49.304-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3B9Y1o6bzkR0BlX4Ws-tT2JiSoXLATNsa-qd4A_0bfXVft2taReA_U161vp3hmqroYJXQApEinTTtU8WS6PjhmxJ8qLTsB_EDTJ8IRssX-cadlsIUcAgIf9F48nQeLKmkOh5nLXRPOUo/s1600/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 278px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3B9Y1o6bzkR0BlX4Ws-tT2JiSoXLATNsa-qd4A_0bfXVft2taReA_U161vp3hmqroYJXQApEinTTtU8WS6PjhmxJ8qLTsB_EDTJ8IRssX-cadlsIUcAgIf9F48nQeLKmkOh5nLXRPOUo/s400/images.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598061321987131890&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;By Rebecca Skloot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;I told her I was hoping to talk to David, and she asked who was calling. Rebecca, I said, afraid she&#39;d hang up if I said anything more.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/292589387421175636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/292589387421175636?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/292589387421175636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/292589387421175636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/04/immortal-life-of-henrietta-lacks.html' title='The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3B9Y1o6bzkR0BlX4Ws-tT2JiSoXLATNsa-qd4A_0bfXVft2taReA_U161vp3hmqroYJXQApEinTTtU8WS6PjhmxJ8qLTsB_EDTJ8IRssX-cadlsIUcAgIf9F48nQeLKmkOh5nLXRPOUo/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-6914131627579744892</id><published>2011-04-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T09:14:07.100-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>Just Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkfN9UO6rWVZ7zUVVbVd88BPG3FcpB8gYGf4-4qzNOEwd5Qzy80d1Baj_0nh67ULvvXMb2lBCXp8t89exDHY1IRzzKX89WXH7sSzUnfAjVikloMNcziCikhpGeF16REzaBv_vcDPtaXM/s1600/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 275px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkfN9UO6rWVZ7zUVVbVd88BPG3FcpB8gYGf4-4qzNOEwd5Qzy80d1Baj_0nh67ULvvXMb2lBCXp8t89exDHY1IRzzKX89WXH7sSzUnfAjVikloMNcziCikhpGeF16REzaBv_vcDPtaXM/s400/images.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595472003239137554&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;By Patti Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;I needed to get another job. My friend Janet Hamill had been hired at Scribner&#39;s Bookstore, and once again, as she had done in college, she found a way of giving me a helping hand by sharing her good fortune. She spoke to here superiors, and the offered me a position. It seemed like a dream job, working in the retail store of  the prestigious publisher, home  to writers like Hemingway and Fitzgerald, and their books, where paintings by Maxfield Parrish hung in the stairwell.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/6914131627579744892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/6914131627579744892?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/6914131627579744892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/6914131627579744892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-kids.html' title='Just Kids'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNkfN9UO6rWVZ7zUVVbVd88BPG3FcpB8gYGf4-4qzNOEwd5Qzy80d1Baj_0nh67ULvvXMb2lBCXp8t89exDHY1IRzzKX89WXH7sSzUnfAjVikloMNcziCikhpGeF16REzaBv_vcDPtaXM/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-866450415800391938</id><published>2010-08-10T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:18:52.021-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>In Defense of Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUycYndHSf2aEoyXa1TyUKD8W7TaRHcszUG3pZahEBz0HnNfEoYv1zBQLNQ7Dqa8S1dvur7jleVUofK2e3Xns0uG4QTcWjTaevLoZeKEBtG30isxdK-KKI5rii11kSePMB_uw64QAAbk/s1600/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 276px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUycYndHSf2aEoyXa1TyUKD8W7TaRHcszUG3pZahEBz0HnNfEoYv1zBQLNQ7Dqa8S1dvur7jleVUofK2e3Xns0uG4QTcWjTaevLoZeKEBtG30isxdK-KKI5rii11kSePMB_uw64QAAbk/s400/images.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503876663101065138&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;By Michael Pollan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;So scientific eating is an old and venerable tradition in America. Here&#39;s how Harvey Levenstein sums up the quasiscientific belies that have shaped American attitudes toward food for more than a century: &#39;that taste is not a true guide to what should be eaten; that one should not simply eat what one enjoys; that the important components of foods cannot be seen or tasted, but are discernible only in scientific laboratories; and that experimental science has produced rules of nutrition which will prevent illness and encourage longevity.&#39; Levenstein could be describing the main tenets of nutritionism.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/866450415800391938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/866450415800391938?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/866450415800391938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/866450415800391938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-defense-of-food.html' title='In Defense of Food'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUycYndHSf2aEoyXa1TyUKD8W7TaRHcszUG3pZahEBz0HnNfEoYv1zBQLNQ7Dqa8S1dvur7jleVUofK2e3Xns0uG4QTcWjTaevLoZeKEBtG30isxdK-KKI5rii11kSePMB_uw64QAAbk/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3636619649343298482</id><published>2010-07-28T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:03:11.627-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>Time Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe16Q840ejzLhdquMKrteyBxsmc2Hb7ex35t005f0QIev7zrD7ixS-z5hidY7VBXRoc7XGGOCdZ8c6S7jHSLctUAu0J2i2tjo6jzwtVYiBV6623Q7aOyJU4BFAYjXo2ZZjdSFogBYoo4A/s1600/time.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 254px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe16Q840ejzLhdquMKrteyBxsmc2Hb7ex35t005f0QIev7zrD7ixS-z5hidY7VBXRoc7XGGOCdZ8c6S7jHSLctUAu0J2i2tjo6jzwtVYiBV6623Q7aOyJU4BFAYjXo2ZZjdSFogBYoo4A/s400/time.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499080516307648162&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;By Alexandra Stoddard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;The rooms we occupy are not still lifes. They are living, breathing spaces where we go to celebrate every day. While there will be many different rooms in ours lives, each one we feel comforable in and enjoy living in will have a great deal of influence on our mood and outlook.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3636619649343298482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/3636619649343298482?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3636619649343298482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3636619649343298482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-alive.html' title='Time Alive'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe16Q840ejzLhdquMKrteyBxsmc2Hb7ex35t005f0QIev7zrD7ixS-z5hidY7VBXRoc7XGGOCdZ8c6S7jHSLctUAu0J2i2tjo6jzwtVYiBV6623Q7aOyJU4BFAYjXo2ZZjdSFogBYoo4A/s72-c/time.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3561130294834377243</id><published>2010-07-18T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T11:40:32.021-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><title type='text'>The Book Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEUScQVT7dInQOHNicfXDsWs5RFF_p6JOt4zWKxoCqCObjaRYdkU5Fu201AXivZIThmqW5hGIJSwIQzpdKBjvPrFTygmYbvTqWEHh_BLW1tefRWcGknQi2dNjEOjyWrnz-yqoNUibJBrI/s1600/book-thief-2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEUScQVT7dInQOHNicfXDsWs5RFF_p6JOt4zWKxoCqCObjaRYdkU5Fu201AXivZIThmqW5hGIJSwIQzpdKBjvPrFTygmYbvTqWEHh_BLW1tefRWcGknQi2dNjEOjyWrnz-yqoNUibJBrI/s400/book-thief-2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495317021929365826&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;By Markus Zusak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;As they walked back to Himmel Street, Rudy forewarned her. &#39;One day, Liesel,&#39;  he said, &#39;you&#39;ll be dying to kiss me.&#39;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3561130294834377243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/3561130294834377243?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3561130294834377243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3561130294834377243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-thief.html' title='The Book Thief'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEUScQVT7dInQOHNicfXDsWs5RFF_p6JOt4zWKxoCqCObjaRYdkU5Fu201AXivZIThmqW5hGIJSwIQzpdKBjvPrFTygmYbvTqWEHh_BLW1tefRWcGknQi2dNjEOjyWrnz-yqoNUibJBrI/s72-c/book-thief-2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-8296425757460806569</id><published>2010-07-06T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:21:40.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sh*t My Dad Says</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Justin Halpern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;My dad has always valued education and hard work. &#39;If you work hard and study hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIUN5MSwpK9Y9IXLG7b9pkiYcSiU2skfFyIunHJFVINJO7swis5XFN16uptq16yrLExNiJwxM_itpSXSk0KehRfOmX-EKIceYdeigc8TxALgmiV29ym6CLHOeY15llUr47c7mS9JxZCc/s1600/41Tzl2fWRTL._SL500_AA300_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIUN5MSwpK9Y9IXLG7b9pkiYcSiU2skfFyIunHJFVINJO7swis5XFN16uptq16yrLExNiJwxM_itpSXSk0KehRfOmX-EKIceYdeigc8TxALgmiV29ym6CLHOeY15llUr47c7mS9JxZCc/s400/41Tzl2fWRTL._SL500_AA300_.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490812559741279378&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt; and study hard, and you fuck up, that&#39;s okay. If you fuck up and you fuck up, then you&#39;re a fuck up,&#39; he&#39;s said to me on more than one occasion. But there are a lot of other factors besides effort that go into a successful and enjoyable school experience. Probably the most important one is how you fit in socially. &quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/8296425757460806569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/8296425757460806569?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/8296425757460806569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/8296425757460806569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/07/sht-my-dad-says.html' title='Sh*t My Dad Says'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIUN5MSwpK9Y9IXLG7b9pkiYcSiU2skfFyIunHJFVINJO7swis5XFN16uptq16yrLExNiJwxM_itpSXSk0KehRfOmX-EKIceYdeigc8TxALgmiV29ym6CLHOeY15llUr47c7mS9JxZCc/s72-c/41Tzl2fWRTL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-192694008009271905</id><published>2010-05-20T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:59:58.285-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><title type='text'>Prescriptions For Natural Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKxs8iHTwYCBffVCZhKdryzbPJNz4YU5b7_tSWFbHPg-XIwQUG4zOpr6EYk9sMv0zVJhIXqxI4APJnMWafxkM-ZSJ7fXpxVgpD4-057MDCSEaFxFRgTtMqyQk6CCziIXnQLeNrVwrT1E/s1600/healing.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 109px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKxs8iHTwYCBffVCZhKdryzbPJNz4YU5b7_tSWFbHPg-XIwQUG4zOpr6EYk9sMv0zVJhIXqxI4APJnMWafxkM-ZSJ7fXpxVgpD4-057MDCSEaFxFRgTtMqyQk6CCziIXnQLeNrVwrT1E/s400/healing.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473366118661520690&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;By Phyllis A. Balch, CNC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;     &quot;Many cases of carnitine deficiency have been identified as partly generic in origin, resulting from an inherited defect in carnitine synthesis. Possible symptoms of deficiency include confusion, heart pain, muscle weakness, and obesity.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/192694008009271905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/192694008009271905?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/192694008009271905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/192694008009271905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/05/prescriptions-for-natural-healing.html' title='Prescriptions For Natural Healing'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKxs8iHTwYCBffVCZhKdryzbPJNz4YU5b7_tSWFbHPg-XIwQUG4zOpr6EYk9sMv0zVJhIXqxI4APJnMWafxkM-ZSJ7fXpxVgpD4-057MDCSEaFxFRgTtMqyQk6CCziIXnQLeNrVwrT1E/s72-c/healing.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-5623044707189991471</id><published>2010-05-02T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T10:08:46.987-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><title type='text'>Tropic of Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmCs1ip3k4oryLv6ivN5wYIc7htfzINxs46feYusRE88t5oSyM8sBzuKmAN70XVOIGSk_p9shP9yafdBADdK-zTNXM_DEnK58gUTtlVoQf5yroyRNer0XkjaayuFscki8I4D50BGohkE/s1600/tropic-of-cancer.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmCs1ip3k4oryLv6ivN5wYIc7htfzINxs46feYusRE88t5oSyM8sBzuKmAN70XVOIGSk_p9shP9yafdBADdK-zTNXM_DEnK58gUTtlVoQf5yroyRNer0XkjaayuFscki8I4D50BGohkE/s200/tropic-of-cancer.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466720783584443762&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Henry Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;     &quot;Easter came in like a frozen hare - but it was fairly warm in bed. Today it is lovely again and along the Champs-Elysees at twilight it is like an outdoor seraglio choked with dark-eyed houris. The trees are in full foliage and of a verdure so pure, so rich, that it see,s as tough they are still wet and glistening with dew. From the Palais du Louvre to the Etoile it is like a piece of music for the pianoforte. Tor five days I have not touched the typewriter nor looked at a book; nor have I had a single idea in my head except  to go to the American Express. At nine this morning I was there, just as the doors were being opened, and again at one o&#39;clock. No news. At four-thirty I dash out of the hotel, resolve to make a last minute stab at it. just as i turn the corner I brush against Walter Pach. Since he doesn&#39;t recognize me, and since I have nothing to say to him, I make no attempt to arrest him. Later, when I am stretching  legs in the Tuileries his figure reverts to mind. He was a little stooped, pensive, with a sort of serene yet reserved smile on his face. I wonder, as I look up at this softly enameled sky, so faintly tinted, which does not bulge today with heavy rain clouds but smiles like a piece of old china, I wonder what goes on in the mind of this man who translated the four thick volumes of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt; History of Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt; when he takes his blissful cosmos with his drooping eye.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/5623044707189991471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/5623044707189991471?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/5623044707189991471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/5623044707189991471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/05/tropic-of-cancer.html' title='Tropic of Cancer'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmCs1ip3k4oryLv6ivN5wYIc7htfzINxs46feYusRE88t5oSyM8sBzuKmAN70XVOIGSk_p9shP9yafdBADdK-zTNXM_DEnK58gUTtlVoQf5yroyRNer0XkjaayuFscki8I4D50BGohkE/s72-c/tropic-of-cancer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-9125677407069648259</id><published>2010-04-18T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:02:17.117-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><title type='text'>The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gb_AZSKr48q-2lBAXVjhTo2RJRGu77XoP6rC1EhLy6d3EVomZYJgReA63_lRO75vHkzwZbmRXrY3UAt_8qaOiKck-jNv4KLkr5knv1UFvGr81DbYN1_4tJB_o_BzS5_wXdaYycrq3DY/s1600/potaote.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 124px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gb_AZSKr48q-2lBAXVjhTo2RJRGu77XoP6rC1EhLy6d3EVomZYJgReA63_lRO75vHkzwZbmRXrY3UAt_8qaOiKck-jNv4KLkr5knv1UFvGr81DbYN1_4tJB_o_BzS5_wXdaYycrq3DY/s400/potaote.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461583856639222914&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;I want to find some travel or history books about the Channel Islands too.  Is it really true that on a clear day, you can see the cars on the French coast roads?  So it says in my Encyclopedia, but  I bought it secondhand for 4 shillings and I don&#39;t trust it. There I also learned that Guernsey is &#39;roughly seven miles long and five &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt; wide, with a population of 42,000 inhabitants.&#39;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Strictly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt; speaking, very informative, but I want to know more than that.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/9125677407069648259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/9125677407069648259?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/9125677407069648259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/9125677407069648259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/04/guernsey-literary-and-potato-peel-pie.html' title='The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gb_AZSKr48q-2lBAXVjhTo2RJRGu77XoP6rC1EhLy6d3EVomZYJgReA63_lRO75vHkzwZbmRXrY3UAt_8qaOiKck-jNv4KLkr5knv1UFvGr81DbYN1_4tJB_o_BzS5_wXdaYycrq3DY/s72-c/potaote.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3582401580884242444</id><published>2010-03-30T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:44:30.379-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>The Detox Strategy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOXanHeFNQJmgZn5JACHgBummjcA3yMkrZDkznUMMccgwMLm4R-dFvmJo2KM1wjWb9kY1y23rzqKq_d7neQdTzOgVJwPXIkgAOHyTbqFXS5_bHEELulGOd2dsanqLuAfwd1c-CE6Bhb0/s1600/detox.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 139px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOXanHeFNQJmgZn5JACHgBummjcA3yMkrZDkznUMMccgwMLm4R-dFvmJo2KM1wjWb9kY1y23rzqKq_d7neQdTzOgVJwPXIkgAOHyTbqFXS5_bHEELulGOd2dsanqLuAfwd1c-CE6Bhb0/s400/detox.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454514530015217922&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Brenda Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;While allergic reaction to mold (experienced by one in three people) is the most common health problem associated with exposure, many symptoms (either alone or in combination) may also result.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3582401580884242444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/3582401580884242444?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3582401580884242444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3582401580884242444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/03/detox-strategy.html' title='The Detox Strategy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOXanHeFNQJmgZn5JACHgBummjcA3yMkrZDkznUMMccgwMLm4R-dFvmJo2KM1wjWb9kY1y23rzqKq_d7neQdTzOgVJwPXIkgAOHyTbqFXS5_bHEELulGOd2dsanqLuAfwd1c-CE6Bhb0/s72-c/detox.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4580791333476135453</id><published>2010-03-24T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:05:14.347-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;By Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEa-JMGN8OD5EdUfsubNzZ7OnYttn3UfR-IpRj9RHBSxBzVgh7yLGNzg13f9LEL3qhHbbQRBwARY3SGXR0ynlok8-ZQTEmFilxc5OPUcxnv5O2GUwegkX6lqlSk4X8mAnDUhv4euO_ck/s1600/secret.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 130px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEa-JMGN8OD5EdUfsubNzZ7OnYttn3UfR-IpRj9RHBSxBzVgh7yLGNzg13f9LEL3qhHbbQRBwARY3SGXR0ynlok8-ZQTEmFilxc5OPUcxnv5O2GUwegkX6lqlSk4X8mAnDUhv4euO_ck/s400/secret.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452246602963025618&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;Action &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;is a word that can imply &quot;work&quot; to some people, but inspired action will not feel like work at all. The difference between inspired action and action is this: Inspired action is when you are acting to receive. If you are in action to try and make it happen, you have slipped backward. Inspired action is effortless, and it feels wonderful because you are on the frequency of receiving.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4580791333476135453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/4580791333476135453?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4580791333476135453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4580791333476135453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/03/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEa-JMGN8OD5EdUfsubNzZ7OnYttn3UfR-IpRj9RHBSxBzVgh7yLGNzg13f9LEL3qhHbbQRBwARY3SGXR0ynlok8-ZQTEmFilxc5OPUcxnv5O2GUwegkX6lqlSk4X8mAnDUhv4euO_ck/s72-c/secret.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-4883267758578080828</id><published>2010-03-15T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:16:58.645-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>The Agenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8KojKuHU6kVsp0TWfqbVLttXskjDeHsZQvfq0YxIuLv8_jNh5DPgnJDtMTNXLt2ilBjWp4rSjegZesTEEWltiMTFP0vun9UwoQrveGP20kBe6mKJAqHOf4d2kRXha-ZQrCI1vuMoTGY/s1600-h/agenda.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 111px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8KojKuHU6kVsp0TWfqbVLttXskjDeHsZQvfq0YxIuLv8_jNh5DPgnJDtMTNXLt2ilBjWp4rSjegZesTEEWltiMTFP0vun9UwoQrveGP20kBe6mKJAqHOf4d2kRXha-ZQrCI1vuMoTGY/s400/agenda.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448910121243363730&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Bob Woodward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;The morning of October 4, 1992, Clinton called Stephanopoulos into his suite at the Grand Hotel in Washington. Clinton was grumpy. He was scheduled to travel to North Carolina to deliver a speech on the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA).&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/4883267758578080828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/4883267758578080828?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4883267758578080828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/4883267758578080828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/03/agenda.html' title='The Agenda'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8KojKuHU6kVsp0TWfqbVLttXskjDeHsZQvfq0YxIuLv8_jNh5DPgnJDtMTNXLt2ilBjWp4rSjegZesTEEWltiMTFP0vun9UwoQrveGP20kBe6mKJAqHOf4d2kRXha-ZQrCI1vuMoTGY/s72-c/agenda.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-7171396411419077988</id><published>2010-03-10T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:48:48.235-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><title type='text'>The Alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWxfCe-PyIZallMDUGrdM7q7wpPa1xb8MCxkbTlp3yC5Xi5nthUW9D4MFrGRKEwrWk4OVid6i0jJmJ-_TBCLHUnyGkZFDIxI5dUJlZ3YuU0T5_vrpQgLUgeiqVOvHUcuMjw-X40KLUhA/s1600-h/alc.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWxfCe-PyIZallMDUGrdM7q7wpPa1xb8MCxkbTlp3yC5Xi5nthUW9D4MFrGRKEwrWk4OVid6i0jJmJ-_TBCLHUnyGkZFDIxI5dUJlZ3YuU0T5_vrpQgLUgeiqVOvHUcuMjw-X40KLUhA/s400/alc.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447031827437184210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;     &quot;All who went there were happy at having done so. They placed the symbols of the pilgrimage on the doors of their houses. One of them, a cobbler who made his living mending boots, said that he had traveled for almost a year through the desert, but that he got more tired when he head to walk through the streets of Tangier buying his leather.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/7171396411419077988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/7171396411419077988?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7171396411419077988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/7171396411419077988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/03/alchemist.html' title='The Alchemist'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWxfCe-PyIZallMDUGrdM7q7wpPa1xb8MCxkbTlp3yC5Xi5nthUW9D4MFrGRKEwrWk4OVid6i0jJmJ-_TBCLHUnyGkZFDIxI5dUJlZ3YuU0T5_vrpQgLUgeiqVOvHUcuMjw-X40KLUhA/s72-c/alc.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-5025593582087008854</id><published>2010-03-07T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T07:53:03.717-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><title type='text'>Just a Couple of Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDQD3W77dQ5R4lBZvixVJTZgaKLQy3-o9bn7VpjsyStse35kgjd_1jI9TV8MhR8IAl79fUq1wcfzDr3qJ7TnpZ57UL5GnFaE_3BURouT2bwsNvB1uAM8893iF5eIkppRzGxFINWBcDOw/s1600-h/images.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 138px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDQD3W77dQ5R4lBZvixVJTZgaKLQy3-o9bn7VpjsyStse35kgjd_1jI9TV8MhR8IAl79fUq1wcfzDr3qJ7TnpZ57UL5GnFaE_3BURouT2bwsNvB1uAM8893iF5eIkppRzGxFINWBcDOw/s400/images.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445919750374525682&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Tony Vigorito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;Sophia and Blip had already been dancing together for five years when I first met them ten years ago, but they got married (or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;merried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;, as they insisted) only eight years ago. They made certain, however, that their wedding guests understood that they were not about to start counting their anniversaries all over again.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/5025593582087008854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/5025593582087008854?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/5025593582087008854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/5025593582087008854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-couple-of-days.html' title='Just a Couple of Days'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDQD3W77dQ5R4lBZvixVJTZgaKLQy3-o9bn7VpjsyStse35kgjd_1jI9TV8MhR8IAl79fUq1wcfzDr3qJ7TnpZ57UL5GnFaE_3BURouT2bwsNvB1uAM8893iF5eIkppRzGxFINWBcDOw/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-1423272485718547923</id><published>2010-02-23T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:40:00.379-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nonfiction"/><title type='text'>B is for Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8gLufuEBo30Bc1saKNi3Uqd1I5RWK2-kHz4fPk3OBU0oDkafukrUv6lHOswL_BZ9eSb7xxKROl8t_RaBoFsJgJewJoNuc4g5MbHAyhHWLOvITZ6S0VEM-_bkVKeJnDjjrl92vDs-Iw4M/s1600-h/bifb.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 128px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8gLufuEBo30Bc1saKNi3Uqd1I5RWK2-kHz4fPk3OBU0oDkafukrUv6lHOswL_BZ9eSb7xxKROl8t_RaBoFsJgJewJoNuc4g5MbHAyhHWLOvITZ6S0VEM-_bkVKeJnDjjrl92vDs-Iw4M/s400/bifb.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439701738415377938&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Tom Robbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;Costa Rica is downstairs from Mexico. With your mother&#39;s help, you can locate it in Volume C of that old encyclopedia that used to provide your bedtime stories. What the map won&#39;t tell you is that Costa Rica has done more to preserve its natural environment than any country on Earth, and that it has no army. No navy. No air force. It&#39;s hard to believe, isn&#39;t it, that any modern government could be that enlightened or any modern population that civilized? Since their government also guarantees free health care, and since it&#39;s reasonable to assume they aren&#39;t tying their shoes too tight down there, Madeline&#39;s business prospects may be limited, but, hey,it&#39;s personal freedom not hundred dollar bills that lights the soul&#39;s cigar, and I hope they&#39;re teaching you that in kindergarten.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/1423272485718547923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/1423272485718547923?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1423272485718547923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1423272485718547923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-is-for-beer.html' title='B is for Beer'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8gLufuEBo30Bc1saKNi3Uqd1I5RWK2-kHz4fPk3OBU0oDkafukrUv6lHOswL_BZ9eSb7xxKROl8t_RaBoFsJgJewJoNuc4g5MbHAyhHWLOvITZ6S0VEM-_bkVKeJnDjjrl92vDs-Iw4M/s72-c/bifb.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-2328656672014809226</id><published>2010-02-18T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T07:34:18.911-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health"/><title type='text'>Your Face Never Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujM1r2fPVDZhnvJG3rQb3TRFHTY-H1mqQdgWSGe5t_dizYxWHkdUmYhlHdfwLtB3CP2XAos8SE6C5_scL1mQzez7ieEOnymE2yMISF_Jl4QkIM67z3NlW8FusvryCWAvuY6QtsBEY0h0/s1600-h/yfnl.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 63px; height: 96px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujM1r2fPVDZhnvJG3rQb3TRFHTY-H1mqQdgWSGe5t_dizYxWHkdUmYhlHdfwLtB3CP2XAos8SE6C5_scL1mQzez7ieEOnymE2yMISF_Jl4QkIM67z3NlW8FusvryCWAvuY6QtsBEY0h0/s400/yfnl.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439605827164243106&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Michio Kushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;In addition to points on the meridians we can look for areas where there is swelling or stiffness, discoloration or excessive body hair. Some of these areas are on the meridians, some lie over the organs themselves. The following two drawings show several such areas on the front and back of the body.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/2328656672014809226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/2328656672014809226?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/2328656672014809226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/2328656672014809226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/02/your-face-never-lies.html' title='Your Face Never Lies'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujM1r2fPVDZhnvJG3rQb3TRFHTY-H1mqQdgWSGe5t_dizYxWHkdUmYhlHdfwLtB3CP2XAos8SE6C5_scL1mQzez7ieEOnymE2yMISF_Jl4QkIM67z3NlW8FusvryCWAvuY6QtsBEY0h0/s72-c/yfnl.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-1651479777892399281</id><published>2010-02-12T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:57:10.025-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gardening"/><title type='text'>Paths of Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF30EPe85O-CIMb2fIZT4yTFSRDW4zQG-vAAp5np9RRtu4lSejyzaXYxoP9hZVOsqEONhOcadlysTQf5x19q6x4F1OseGQBb6CCMaseU84PBfGGC-MpYx0TtM9NZw8DtPB64vaK5cZm-U/s1600-h/p+of+d.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 123px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF30EPe85O-CIMb2fIZT4yTFSRDW4zQG-vAAp5np9RRtu4lSejyzaXYxoP9hZVOsqEONhOcadlysTQf5x19q6x4F1OseGQBb6CCMaseU84PBfGGC-MpYx0TtM9NZw8DtPB64vaK5cZm-U/s400/p+of+d.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437430797753573986&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;By Dominique Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot; Leonard and I were walking through the yard early one morning at the beginning of winter, reviewing the possibilities ahead one last time before the cold settled in seriously. His crew had delivered enough firewood to see me trough the Ice Age. I was (of course) adding to our book-length list of what would go where, haggling over what to keep, what to transplant. We had started laying out the outlines of the new beds with colorful cords I had bought at the hardware store. With every walk-through, the shapes of the beds changed, but I knew I had the Winter of Last Dayreams ahead of me to mull it all over. Leonard was fun to talk to. He was entering a boyish middle-age; he was overstressed; and, as he constantly told me, the demands of the business were taking a toll on his wife, and on his heart. (Why do men worry so about their hearts? They all do, even twelve-year-old men -- their hearts and their knees.)&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/1651479777892399281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/1651479777892399281?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1651479777892399281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/1651479777892399281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/02/paths-of-desire.html' title='Paths of Desire'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF30EPe85O-CIMb2fIZT4yTFSRDW4zQG-vAAp5np9RRtu4lSejyzaXYxoP9hZVOsqEONhOcadlysTQf5x19q6x4F1OseGQBb6CCMaseU84PBfGGC-MpYx0TtM9NZw8DtPB64vaK5cZm-U/s72-c/p+of+d.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4184739146547391386.post-3821746146789159146</id><published>2010-02-02T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:05:01.280-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiction"/><title type='text'>Lost Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDZ9ttCV2Z5iyVFqg0TYGa0mjCr6SEEVvj9zh_PqWsQ6chMApPdSTcHCfyi1kx7prgvyJU3C5cCbVeujw38F6KWG0E_-36UTVweIvomvjl3CWsdZ3v7ln6ZHDXZxD2L2qj-ga1_cw4xk/s1600-h/lh.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 119px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDZ9ttCV2Z5iyVFqg0TYGa0mjCr6SEEVvj9zh_PqWsQ6chMApPdSTcHCfyi1kx7prgvyJU3C5cCbVeujw38F6KWG0E_-36UTVweIvomvjl3CWsdZ3v7ln6ZHDXZxD2L2qj-ga1_cw4xk/s400/lh.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433759081936257826&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;By James Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 102, 102);&quot;&gt;&quot;Conway said quietly: &#39;If you&#39;d had all the experiences I&#39;ve had, you&#39;d know that there are times in life when the most comfortable thing to do is nothing at all. Things happen to you and you just let them happen, The war was rather like that. One is fortunate if, as on this occasion, a touch of novelty seasons the unpleasantness.&#39;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/feeds/3821746146789159146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4184739146547391386/3821746146789159146?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3821746146789159146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4184739146547391386/posts/default/3821746146789159146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://page55firstparagraph.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-horizon.html' title='Lost Horizon'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRDZ9ttCV2Z5iyVFqg0TYGa0mjCr6SEEVvj9zh_PqWsQ6chMApPdSTcHCfyi1kx7prgvyJU3C5cCbVeujw38F6KWG0E_-36UTVweIvomvjl3CWsdZ3v7ln6ZHDXZxD2L2qj-ga1_cw4xk/s72-c/lh.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>