tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86382430185892220102024-11-06T09:45:23.920+07:00အိုင်တီ နှင့် နည်းပညာမှတ်စုများKonainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-50108674010800300412020-12-12T23:38:00.242+07:002020-12-23T10:57:03.218+07:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBe2AigLJeNEvN4_AwUYt2U02zgvyDuVRDEYSYZ2RvnXifznJf7mJWarIbJ-ypw4V-B8vi7raNwGgs0LA0j8zC2eZlh_dnM9T9mrZpBbq3ZQl4I7qyxOGOVs3IC3GS-WNHUgXxhAHC_A/s660/BlockchainTechnology.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="660" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBe2AigLJeNEvN4_AwUYt2U02zgvyDuVRDEYSYZ2RvnXifznJf7mJWarIbJ-ypw4V-B8vi7raNwGgs0LA0j8zC2eZlh_dnM9T9mrZpBbq3ZQl4I7qyxOGOVs3IC3GS-WNHUgXxhAHC_A/s16000/BlockchainTechnology.png" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><b>Blockchain</b></h2>&nbsp;<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><div><b><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b><span> သည် ယခုအချိန်မှာဆိုရင်လူပြောအများဆုံးနဲ့ ရေပန်းအစားဆုံးသောနည်းပညာတစ်ခုအဖြစ်ဦးနိုင်တို့ရဲ့ကမ္ဘာကြီးမှာ တော်တော်လေးကိုကျော်ကြားလားပါတယ်။ ဒီနောက်ပိုင်းမှာ <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b> ဆိုတဲ့စကားလုံးဟာလည်း ပိုပြီးတော့ လူသုံးများလာတဲ့စကားလုံးတစ်လုံးဖြစ်လာတော့မှာမလွဲမသွေပါပဲ။ ဦးနိုင်တို့မြန်မာနိုင်ငံမှာသာသိပ်ပြီးတော့မသိကြသေးပေမယ့်လည်း ယခု ဦးနိုင်ရောက်နေတဲ့ထိုင်းနိုင်ငံနဲ့ တစ်ချို့အရှေ့အာရှနိုင်ငံတော်တော်များများမှာ <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b> အကြောင်းကိုတွင်တွင်ကျယ်ကျယ်ကြီးကိုပြောနေသံတွေကြားနေရတာပါ။ သတင်းနဲ့စာနယ်ဇင်းမီဒီယာများသာမကရုပ်သံလိုင်း တွေကနေတစ်ဆင့် <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b> ဆိုတာ"ဘာ" ဖြစ်ကြောင်း၊ ဘယ်လိုအရေးကြီးကြောင်း၊ ဘယ်လိုကောင်းကြောင်း၊ ဘယ်လိုအသုံးဝင်ကြောင်း၊ ကျွန်ုပ်တို့ကမ္ဘာကြီးရဲ့ငွေကြေးနဲ့သက်ဆိုင်တဲ့လုပ်ငန်းတွေအပြင် အခြားသောဌာနဆိုင်ရာများသာမက ပညာရေးစနစ်၊ မဲပေးစနစ်၊ မိုဘိုင်းလက်ကိုင်ဖုန်း နဲ့ စီးပွားရေးလုပ်ငန်းမျိုးစုံ ကို ဘယ်လိုပြောင်းလဲပြစ်နိုင်တော့မှာဖြစ်ကြောင်း၊ ဘာကြောင်း ညာကြောင်းပေါ့လေ၊&nbsp;အဲဒီတော့ ကိုယ်တွေစိတ်ထဲမှာလဲ အံ့တွေသြလို့ ၊ အဲဒီလောက်တောင်ပဲလားပေါ့လေ ။</span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;လူတွေရဲ့ပါးစပ်ဖျားမှာ ဘယ်လောက်ပဲ ရေပန်းစားနေပြီးမကြာခဏပြောနေကြသော်ငြားလည်း ၊&nbsp; <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b> နဲ့ပါတ်သက်တဲ့ <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b> အကြောင်းရေးထားတဲ့ ဆောင်းပါးတွေ ဘယ်နှစ်ပုဒ်ပဲဖတ်ပြီးဖတ်ပြီး&nbsp;&nbsp;<b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b> ဘာလဲဆိုတာကိုသေသေချာချာနားလည်တဲ့လူကတော့ တော်တော်လေးကိုနည်းနေပါသေးတယ်။&nbsp;အဲဒါကြောင့်ပါပဲ ဒီပို့စ်ကိုရေးဖြစ်ဖို့အကြောင်းဖန်လာတယ်လို့ပဲဆိုပါတော့။ နောက်တစ်ခုက ဦးနိုင်ကိုယ်တိုင်ကလည်း တက္ကနိုလိုဂျီ အသစ်အဆန်းတွေကိုအရမ်းစိတ်ဝင်စားတဲ့လူတစ်ယောက်ဖြစ်နေတာကလည်းတစ်ကြောင်းကြောင့်ပေါ့လေ။&nbsp;အဲဒါ‌ကြောင့် ဦးနိုင်လည်း ဒီ <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b> ဆိုတာကြီးကို အရမ်းကိုသိချင်လာတယ်လေ။ ဒီကောင်ကဘာကြီးလဲ ၊ အတက်နဲ့လား ၊ ဂျိုနဲ့လား ၊ ဘာလား ၊ ညာလားပေါ့လေ။&nbsp;</span><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span>အဲဒီတော့ ဒီကောင့်အကြောင်းကို သိရအောင် ဖတ်တယ် ၊ မှတ်တယ် ၊ လေ့လာတယ်ပေါ့ ၊၊ အဲဒီတော့ <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b> ဘာလဲဆိုတာကို နားလည်လာခဲ့တယ်။ ဒီလို နားလည်လာတော့ တခြားလူတွေကိုလည်း သိရှိနားလည်စေချင်တယ်။ အထူးသဖြင့် နည်းပညာကို မတတ်တဲ့ နားမလည်တဲ့ သာမန်လူတွေကို လည်း ဒီဆောင်းပါးကို ဖတ်ပြီး နားလည်စေချင် တဲ့ ရည်ရွယ်ချက်နဲ့ အတတ်နိုင်ဆုံး အရပ်သုံးစကားလုံးတွေရွေးချယ်ပြီးတော့ ရှင်းပြမှာဖြစ်သလို သာမန်လူတွေနားလည်ရခက်တဲ့ နည်းပညာစကားလုံး တွေကို နည်းနိုင်သမျှနည်းအောင် ရှင်းပြပေးမှာဖြစ်ပါတယ်။ နည်းပညာ ဝေါဟာရတွေမပါလို့ကလည်းမဖြစ်ပြန်ဘူး။ ဘာဖြစ်လို့လည်းဆိုတော့......</span></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>ကဲစတော့မယ်...... ပထမဦးဆုံး နားလည်ထားရမှာက</span></b></div><div><span><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Myanmar Sagar&quot;;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b> ဆိုတဲ့ဝေါဟာရသည်&nbsp; <b><span style="font-size: medium;">(Technical Term)</span>&nbsp;</b></span><span style="font-family: &quot;Myanmar Sagar&quot;;">နည်းပညာဆိုင်ရာဝေါဟာရတစ်ခုဖြစ်သည်၊ ပုံမှန်သာမန်အသုံးပြုသူများအတွက်ဝေါဟာရမဟုတ်ပါ&nbsp;</span></span>ဘူး ဆိုတာကို အရင်ဦးဆုံး သိထားစေချင်ပါတယ်။&nbsp;ဒီလိုနားလည်ထားမှာသာ ရှေ့ဆက်သွားလို့လွယ်ကူမှာမို့လို့ပါ။ <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b> အကြောင်းပြောကြတော့မယ်ဆိုတော့&nbsp; <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b> အကြောင်းကမပါလို့က မဖြစ်ပြန်ပါဘူး။</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><b><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b> ကိုတော့ လွှဲသွားလွှဲလာ လုပ်လို့ရတဲ့ ငွေကြေးတစ်ခုအဖြစ်နဲ့ လူတွေတော်တော်များများ သိထားကြပါတယ်။ အဲဒါနဲ့တချိန်ထဲမှာပဲ <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b> နဲ့ <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Blockchain</span></b> ကိုလည်း&nbsp; တစ်မျိုးထဲပဲလို့ ထင်မြင်နေကြတဲ့တစ်ချို့တစ်ချို့သောသူတွေလည်းအများကြီးရှိနေပါသေးတယ်။ အဲဒီအထဲမှာ စာဖတ်သူလည််း&nbsp;တစ်ယောက်အပါအဝင်ဖြစ်ခဲ့မယ်ဆိုရင် ယခု အစကထဲကပဲရှင်းအောင်ပြောပြထားပါရစေ။&nbsp;</span></div><div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Myanmar Sagar&quot;;"><b>&nbsp;<span style="font-size: medium;">"&nbsp;သင့်ရဲ့ထင်မြင်ယူဆထားတဲ့အချက် မှားနေပါတယ်၊ မတူပါဘူး။ သူတို့နှစ်ခု ဆက်နွယ်မှုရှိနေတာတစ်ခုကလွဲရင် တစ်မျိုးစီပါ။ "</span>&nbsp;</b></span>&nbsp;</span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>ဒီနေရာမှာ စာဖတ်သူတို့ ဇ‌ဝေဇဝါမဖြစ်ရအောင် နဲ့ ကွဲပြားခြားနားမှုကလေးတွေကို မှန်မှန်ကန်ကန်လေး သိရအောင် <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b> ဘာလဲဆိုတာလေးကို နည်းနည်းတော့ပြောပြဖို့လိုလာပါပြီ။</span></div><div><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><b>Bitcoin</b></h2><div><br /></div></span><div><span><span><span style="color: red; font-family: &quot;Myanmar Sagar&quot;; font-size: medium;"><b>Bitcoin</b> သည် ဒီဂျစ်တယ်စနစ် "ငွေကြေး" တစ်မျိုး&nbsp; ဖြစ်သည်။</span><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><b><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b> ဆိုတာကို နားလည်လွယ်ဆုံးဖြစ်အောင်နှိင်းယှဥ်ပြရရင် ဦးနိုင်တို့မြန်မာတွေအနေနဲ့ ဆိုရင်<span style="color: #cc0000;">&nbsp; </span><span style="color: #7f6000;"><b>" ရွှေဒင်္ဂါး "</b></span><span style="color: #cc0000;"> </span>နဲ့ အလားသဏ္ဌန်တူပါတယ်။&nbsp;</span></div><div><span>တစ်ချို့လည်း မမြင်ဘူးကြဘူးလေ။ အဲ့တော့ မြင်ဘူးတဲ့အထိရှိအောင် ဦးနိုင်က <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b> ပုံလေးကိုအောက်မှာပြထားပေးပါတယ်။</span></div><div><span><b>ပုံနံပါတ် ( ၁ )</b> ကိုကြည့်လိုက်ပါ။&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #cc0000; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSObBUQUtSk3e3oJFyOOHUdCH0bRKUcY4q8Tn77Fn2O0jrIS5VsRdU_nvaKT5ElhsGqnfvMcN6yWA8EXYBXdn_Qki8Zz7ZjI7kWd3c8tERILP7uOwViYp3b1itByGPRGC3vCk6-4D6Xik/s612/istockphoto-1130794858-612x612.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="612" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSObBUQUtSk3e3oJFyOOHUdCH0bRKUcY4q8Tn77Fn2O0jrIS5VsRdU_nvaKT5ElhsGqnfvMcN6yWA8EXYBXdn_Qki8Zz7ZjI7kWd3c8tERILP7uOwViYp3b1itByGPRGC3vCk6-4D6Xik/s320/istockphoto-1130794858-612x612.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;">Bitcoin နမူနာ <b>ပုံနံပါတ် ( ၁ )</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></span><div><span><span><span><span><span style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span><span style="text-align: left;"><span><span><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">&nbsp;<span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b><span style="text-align: left;"> ကို အင်္ဂလိပ်လို&nbsp; </span><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">Asset</span></b><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; မြန်မာလို ပိုင်ဆိုင်မှု သို့မဟုတ် မိမိပိုင်ပစ္စည်း ဥပမာ စိန်၊ ရွှေ၊ ငွေ၊&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;">ရတနာ၊&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;ကျောက်သံပတ္တမြား၊ အိမ်၊ ခြံ၊ မြေ၊ လယ်၊ ကိုင်း၊ ကား၊ ဆိုင်ကယ်၊ စက်ဘီး၊ မော်တော်၊ သင်္ဘော၊ လှေ၊ လှည်း၊ နွား၊ ကျွဲ၊ ဆိတ်၊ ကြက်၊ ဘဲ၊ ဝက်၊ အစရှိသဖြင့် မိမိတို့ပိုင်ဆိုင်မှုဖြစ်ဖို့ ဝယ်ယူလို့ရသလိုမျိုး </span><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b><span> ကိုလည်းဝယ်ယူလို့ရပါတယ်။ နောက်တစ်ခုက အခြားအခြားသော ပစ္စည်းတွေလိုပဲ ကမ္ဘာ့နိုင်ငံရေး၊ စီးပွားရေး၊ ကုန်သွယ်၊ ရောင်းဝယ်ဖေါက်ကားရေး အစရှိသောအကြောင်းအခြင်းအရာအမျိုးမျိုးတို့အပေါ်အခြေခံ၍ ကာလအပိုင်းအခြားအလိုက် ငွေကြေးစျေးကွက်လိုမျိုး စျေးနှုံးအတက်အကျ အစဥ်အမြဲ ရှိနေတတ်ပါတယ်။ <br /><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>ဥပမာပေးရရင်&nbsp; <b style="text-align: left;">ပုံနံပါတ် ( ၂ )</b> ပြထားတဲ့အတိုင်း ငွေလဲလှယ်နှုံးကွန်ဗာတာကိုကြည့်ပါ။ အခုဒီနေ့ ( ဒီဇင်ဘာလ ၁၈ ရက်နေ့ ၂၀၂၀ ) ရက်စွဲနဲ့ <b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b> ဒင်္ဂါးတစ်ပြားရဲ့ ကာလတန်ကြေးက&nbsp; မြန်မာငွေနဲ့&nbsp; <b style="text-align: left;">၃၁ ၂၅၆ ၇၉၅.၁၇</b> ကျပ် <b style="text-align: left;">( 31 256 795.17 MMK )</b> ကျပ် သန်းပေါင်း သုံးဆယ့်တစ်သန်းကျော် ပေါက်နေပါတယ်။ လက်ထဲမှာ ကျပ်သန်းပေါင်း ( ၃၁ ) သန်းကိုလက်ထဲပိုက်ပြီး <b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b> ဒင်္ဂါးပြား ရောင်းပေးတဲ့ ဝက်ဆိုဒ်တစ်ခုခုမှာ သွားဝယ်လို့ရပါတယ်။ အဲဒီလိုဝယ်လိုက်တာနဲ့တစ်ပြိုင်နက်ထဲ ကိုယ့်ပိုက်ဆံအိတ်အလှဆင်နိုင်ဖို့ </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: red;">( မိမိတို့ရဲ့လက်နဲ့ ထိလို့ ကိုင်လို့</span></span></span></span></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;">နမ်းလို့&nbsp;</span></span><span style="color: red;">မရနိုင်သည့်အပြင်&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;">မိမိတို့ရဲ့ မျက်လုံးနဲ့လည်း&nbsp;</span></span><span style="color: red;">ကြည့်လို့ မြင်လို့မရနိုင်တဲ့ )</span> ဒင်္ဂါးပြား တစ်ချပ်ကိုပိုင်ဆိုင်ခွင့်ရလာပြီဆိုပါတော့။ နောက်&nbsp;&nbsp;<b style="text-align: left;">တစ်ရက်</b> ၊ <b style="text-align: left;">၁၀</b> ရက် ၊ <b style="text-align: left;">တစ်လ</b> ၊ <b style="text-align: left;">သုံးလ</b> ၊ <b style="text-align: left;">၅ လ</b> သို့မဟုတ်&nbsp; <b style="text-align: left;">တစ်နှစ်</b>&nbsp; အချိန်ပိုင်းအတိုင်းအတာတစ်ခုအတောအတွင်း စျေးနှုံးက <b style="text-align: left;">၃၄</b> သန်း ၊ <b style="text-align: left;">၃၅</b> သန်း အထိ မြင့်တက်လာခဲ့တယ်ဆိုကြပါစို့ ။ အဲဒီအချိန်ကျတော့ လက်ထဲကမိမိပိုင်ဆိုင်ထားတဲ့ အဲဒီ ဒင်္ဂါးပြားကို တစ်ဖန်ပြန်ရောင်းထုတ်နိုင်ပါတယ် ။ အမြတ် ၃ ၊ ၄ သန်း ရတယ်ပေါ့နော် ။ ကဲတွေ့တယ်မဟုတ်လား ဦးနိုင်တို့ဆီမှာ ရွှေအရောင်းအဝယ်လုပ်တာနဲ့မတူဘူးလား?<div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/#"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxxDF2o8uKFWestmDqJZ9pO84rEjbc5aVEjyHkAHdUHEwMHh63tc5OqchbuYBRQTEksmTVKaf5PcjgxAcXQ7CBybtXExp1MUoYDIFxB4XmtikBP7q4rvMaZRHOGtK9O3G7fP6YU_C8GM/s320/2020-12-18_124632.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ပုံနံပါတ် ( ၂ )</b></div><br /><br /> <br /> <span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>တစ်ချို့ အရောင်းဆိုင်တွေ ၊ ကုန်တိုက်တွေမှာ ပစ္စည်းစျေးနှုံးကပ်တဲ့ ကဒ်ပြားတွေကို စာဖတ်သူတို့မြင်ဘူးကြမှာပါ။ အဲဒီလိုမျိုးပဲ အထက်ကဦးနိုင်ရှင်းပြခဲ့တဲ့ <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Asset</span></b> တွေကိုလည်း ဒီပစ္စည်းကတော့ဖြင့် <b><span style="font-size: medium;">2Bitcoin</span></b> ပါ၊ <b><span style="font-size: medium;">3Bitcoin </span></b>ပါဆိုပြီး တန်ဖိုးဖြတ်ကာလဲလှယ်လို့ရပါတယ်။ ဒီမှာလည်းကြည့်လေ "ရွှေ"လိုမျိုးပဲ၊ ဥပမာ ဒီခြံကတော့ဖြင့် ရွှေ ၂ ကျပ်သားပါ၊ ၃ ကျပ်သားပါ စသဖြင့် စျေးနှုံးသတ်မှတ်ထားတတ်ကြတာခြင်းနဲ့အတူတူပဲဖြစ်ပါတယ်။ ဒါပေမယ့် ခွဲခြားနားလည်ထားရမှာက ‌ရွှေ ၁ ကျပ်သားက <b><span style="font-size: medium;">1 Bitcoin</span></b> မဟုတ်သလို <b><span style="font-size: medium;">1 Bitcoin</span></b> ကလည်း ‌ရွှေ ၁ ကျပ်သား မဟုတ်ဘူး ဆိုတာကိုပါပဲ။ ဒါက ဥပမာပေးပြီးရှင်းပြနေတာနော် ရောသွားပြီးနားလည်မှုလွဲသွားမှာစိုးလို့ပါ။<br /><br /> <span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>ကဲ ဒီလောက်ဆိုရင် <b><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b> ဆိုတာဟာ လက်နဲ့ကိုင်လို့မရ၊ ကြည့်လို့မမြင်ရ၊ အကောင်အထည်ဖေါ် ပြလို့မရနိုင်တဲ့ ငွေကြေးတစ်မျိုး သို့မဟုတ် နည်းပညာဝေါဟာရနဲ့ ပြောရင် <b><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">(Digital Currency)</span></b> ဒီဂျစ်တယ်စနစ် ငွေကြေးတစ်ခု ဖြစ်ကြောင်းကိုနားလည်လောက်ပြီလို့ထင်ပါတယ်။ နမူနာ <b>ပုံ နံပါတ် ( ၃ )</b> ကိုကြည့်ပါ။<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFLdDRgPGhMrn-HYK-XsJXEPqEhimJXmC0kpRSrKJ6GEUG8hRXjpBQRxptlpOVBULWAfCK0xpuzYs2XZsvSmzod1849EsThe3Evk_TRp7TtjtrzOahU4RTs3UOkclrHZXyfv6MdE0ACg/s320/bitcoin_banner_2018new.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>ပုံနံပါတ် ( ၃ )</b></div><br /><span><span><span><span><div style="text-align: left;"><span><span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;">&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: 400;">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Bitcoin</span></b></span><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: 400;"> အကြောင်းတော့သိနားလည်သွားပြီဆိုတော့&nbsp; သူ့အကြောင်းကိုရှေ့မှာ ဆက်ပြီးမဆွေးနွေးတော့ပါဘူး၊ အဲဒါဆို </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Blockchain</b></span><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: 400;"> ကရောဘာလဲ? </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Bitcoin</b></span><span style="font-size: small; font-weight: 400;"> နဲ့ကရော ဘယ်လိုကွာခြားမှုတွေရှိနေတာလဲ၊ သူတို့ ၂ ခု ဘယ်လိုဆက်စပ်မှုမျိုးတွေရှိနေကြတာလဲ ?</span></span></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">အဖြေကတော့...................</span><span style="font-weight: normal;">&nbsp;</span></span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Blockchain</span></h2></span></span></span></span></div><span><span><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"><b>Blockchain</b> သည် <b>Bitcoin</b> စနစ်၏နောက်ကွယ်ရှိ တက္ကနိုလိုဂျီ နည်းပညာတစ်ခုဖြစ်သည်။&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span><div><span>ဒီထက်ပိုပြီးနားလည်လွယ်အောင်ပြောရလျင် ဆိုကြပါစို့ မီးပလပ် သည် မီးသီး၏နောက်ကွယ်ရှိ တက်(ဂ်)နော်လော်ဂျီ နည်းပညာတစ်ခုဖြစ်သည်။&nbsp;</span></div><div><span>တွေ့တယ်မဟုတ်လား မီးပလပ်ခေါင်းကို မီးပလပ်ပေါက်မှာထိုးထည့်လိုက်တာနဲ့ မီးသီးကမီးလင်းခြင်းအဖြစ်ကိုရောက်သွားတော့တာ၊ နမူနာ<b>ပုံ နံပါတ် ( ၄ )</b> ကိုကြည့်ပါ၊</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #cc0000; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHH0u__N7IPS94m_x62nEQ6WZTPteveMxVTQYiYxxjLz_oidrYdBWHZQTjmsvTn8TyPmLty9tfYyqba7GgaipXMWxH0B5D-8RD2XvTUgdt0MLLmVx7AfLGKZdpBMGGb5KZbG1ky-0xIU/s908/Blogchain+%2526+Bitcoin+Info.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="908" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHH0u__N7IPS94m_x62nEQ6WZTPteveMxVTQYiYxxjLz_oidrYdBWHZQTjmsvTn8TyPmLty9tfYyqba7GgaipXMWxH0B5D-8RD2XvTUgdt0MLLmVx7AfLGKZdpBMGGb5KZbG1ky-0xIU/s320/Blogchain+%2526+Bitcoin+Info.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b>ပုံနံပါတ် ( ၄ )</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">ဆက်ရန်---------&gt;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">ခုမအားတော့ဘူး. အလုပ်ကပေါ်လာပြီ .အားရင်ဆက်ရေးမယ်...မျှော်</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></div><div style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="color: red;">တစ်နေ့ကို နည်းနည်းပေါ့ဗျာ။ ဒါမှ ခင်ဗျားလေးတို့အသည်းထဲကိုစွဲသွားမှာ၊ များများဖတ်၊ ခဏခဏဖတ်၊ သေသေချာချာဖတ်၊ နားလည်အောင်ဖတ်၊ စာအုပ်၊ စာပေ၊ ဆောင်းပါးဆိုတာ မိမိတို့ဗဟုသုတရှိဖို့ ဖတ်ဖို့ မှတ်ဖို့ လေ့လာဖို့&nbsp;<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">ကျက်ဖို့မဟုတ်ဘူး</span></b>၊ ဦးနိုင်က စာကျက်တဲ့စနစ်ကို ဒီကမ္ဘာပေါ်&nbsp; မှာရှိတဲ့အရာအားလုံထဲမှာ အမုန်းဆုံးပဲ...</span></div></div></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div>Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-6388352855005478062020-12-10T18:38:00.004+07:002020-12-10T18:46:50.464+07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiReeQAnJvm94eCeKGoQslTBGfIetvuAz15M7QotwgKuOfVcR8tWYUxOuy7P82FpMebxbfwclzFSnXPeRsfg3a5kb86OwkWqlI3ck-CJOhsI5tnlr8-NBhxXVriZV_oZGW1OSkcZEBkc5E/s1137/ScreenHunter+34.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="1137" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiReeQAnJvm94eCeKGoQslTBGfIetvuAz15M7QotwgKuOfVcR8tWYUxOuy7P82FpMebxbfwclzFSnXPeRsfg3a5kb86OwkWqlI3ck-CJOhsI5tnlr8-NBhxXVriZV_oZGW1OSkcZEBkc5E/w640-h358/ScreenHunter+34.png" width="640" /></a>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div></div><div>သီချင်းသံစဥ် စာသား အဓိပ္ပါယ်ရည်ရွယ်ချက်&nbsp; မြူးဇစ် နဲ့ သရုပ်ဖော် ဘက်စုံအားလုံးရှုထောင့်မျိုးစုံကပြည့်စုံတဲ့ ဦးနိုင်အမြဲနှစ်သက်လေးစားခဲ့ရတဲ့ IC အဖွဲ့ရဲ့ဘယ်သောအခါမှရုံ့လျော့မသွားတဲ့ဖန်တီးမှုစွမ်းအားကိုထင်ဟပ်ပြနိုင်တဲ့ သီချင်းကောင်းတစ်ပုဒ်ဖြစ်လို့ အပန်းလည်းပြေ စိတ်ဓါတ်ခွန်အားတွေလည်းတိုးစေဖို့နားဆင်ခံစားနိုင်ကြရန်ပြန်လည်မျှဝေပေးလိုက်ရပါတယ်။</div><div>IC အဖွဲ့ရဲ့ပင်တိုင်အဆိုတော်ကိုမျိုးကြီးသီဆိုထားတဲ့ "<span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;</span><b><span style="font-size: medium;">ညီလေး</span>&nbsp;</b>" အမည်ရသောဒီသီချင်းကိုနားဆင်ကြည့်ကြပါ။</div><div><br /></div></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="500" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/s7MesM2adD8" width="850"></iframe>Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-41972821725560359982020-12-10T14:25:00.010+07:002020-12-21T17:30:57.455+07:00<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2p3pjbmW83HIUtcD1YFuCE_gGzEdp0eV8rpT_QBGGuN03pUW3S94Sj50oz_P7xesLddAY9GIHUZpbUweA3P0g61mQvj9a1r_jrLCZk_R_P7RwR7cCDpOsKKYLT_pjQQ7Jes8jbVFCLto/s952/how+to+add+widget+in+blogger.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="952" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2p3pjbmW83HIUtcD1YFuCE_gGzEdp0eV8rpT_QBGGuN03pUW3S94Sj50oz_P7xesLddAY9GIHUZpbUweA3P0g61mQvj9a1r_jrLCZk_R_P7RwR7cCDpOsKKYLT_pjQQ7Jes8jbVFCLto/w400-h246/how+to+add+widget+in+blogger.png" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>အရင်တင်ခဲ့တဲ့ <a href="https://veadmc.blogspot.com/2020/12/blogger-widgets-generator.html" target="_blank">Floating Social Media Profile Icons Widget Generator</a> ခေါင်းစဥ် နဲ့ ဆိုရှယ်လ်မီဒီယာဝစ်ဂျက်ဖန်တီးတဲ့ Generator လေးကိုမျှဝေပေးပြီးတဲ့နောက်၊ တစ်ခုစဥ်းစားမိတာကဒီဖန်တီးလို့ရလာတဲ့အဲဒီဝစ်ဂျက်ဆိုတာကြီးကိုကိုယ့်ရဲ့ဘလော့ဂ်မှာ ဘယ်လိုသွားထည့်ရမှာလဲဆိုတဲ့ပြဿနာပါပဲ။ အဆင့် 5 ဆင့်နဲ့ရှင်းပြထားခဲ့ပေမယ်လို့ တစ်ချို့(အထူးသဖြင့်တော့)ခုမှအစပျိုးဆဲရှိနေသေးတဲ့ ဘလော့ဂ်ဂါ အသစ်စက်စက်ကလေးတွေအတွက် ဖတ်တော့ဖတ်ပြီးသိပ်နားမလည်နိုင်သေးပဲလက်တွေ့လုပ်ဆောင်တဲ့အခါကြောင်တိကြောင်တောင်မဖြစ်ရအောင်၊ အဆင်ပြေပြေချောချောမွေ့မွေ့လေးလုပ်ဆောင်နိုင်အောင်လို့ဆိုတဲ့ရည်ရွယ်ချက်နဲ့ ဒီပို့စ်ကိုရေးဖြစ်သွားတာပါ။ နောက်တစ်ချက်က <b>Blogger Dashboard</b> မျက်နှာအသွင်အပြင်အနေအထားတွေကလည်း <b>2018</b> ခုနှစ်ကတည်းကအပြာင်းအလဲတွေတော်တော်များများလုပ်ပြစ်လိုက်တော့ ဟိုးအရင်ကတင်ထားခဲ့ကြတဲ့ လုပ်ပုံလုပ်နည်းတွေ <b>Tutorial </b>တွေကနဲ့ ယခုလက်ရှိပစ္စုပန်အချိန်ရှိ <b>Blogger Dashboard</b> ရဲ့ <b>Interface</b> နဲ့ကကွာဟမှုလွဲချော်မှုတွေအများကြီးရှိနေတော့‌ေကြာင်တောင်တောင်ဖြစ်နေကြမှာသေချာပါတယ်။</div><div><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>ဦးနိုင်ကိုယ်တိုင်တောင်ပီးခဲ့တဲ့ <b>2012, 2013</b> ကတဲကအ‌ကြောင်းကြောင်းကြောင့် ဘလော့ဂ်မရေးဖြစ်တော့ပဲပြစ်ထားလိုက်တာ၊&nbsp; ခုပြန်စလုပ်တော့မျက်နှာသွင်ပြင်အနေအထားတွေ မီနူးအထားအသိုတွေကဟိုးအရင်တုန်းကကိုယ်တွေသိခဲ့ဘူးတဲ့ပုံစံမျိုးတွေမဟုတ်တော့ပဲတော်တော်ပြောင်းလဲသွားတာတွေ့ရတော့ဝန်ခံရရင်အခက်တွေ့သွားတာပေါ့။ အင်တာနက်မှာရှာကြည့်တော့လည်းအဆင်မပြေပါဘူး၊ ဟိုးအရင်ကအဟောင်းတွေပဲများတယ်လေ။ အဲဒါကြောင့်ပါပဲ ယခုလက်ရှိ&nbsp; မျက်နှာအသွင်အပြင်အနေအထားအတိုင်း <b>Screen Shot</b> တွေဖမ်းပြီးအတတ်နိုင်ဆုံးနားလည်လွယ်အောင်ရှင်းပြပေးထားပါတယ်။ ဒါတွင်မကသေးပါဘူး <b>Video Clip</b> နဲ့ပါရှင်းပြထားပါတယ်။ အားလုံးအဆင်ပြေကြလိမ့်မယ်လို့လည်းမျှော်လင့်ပါတယ်။</div><div>အဲ...တစ်ခုတော့ကြိုပြီးပြောထားပါရစေ။ ဒီနေ့လုပ်ဆောင်ပြသခဲ့တဲ့နည်းစနစ်တွေကလည်း နောင်လာမယ့်အနာဂတ် 5 နှစ် သို့မဟုတ် 10 နှစ်ကြာသွားပြီးခဲ့သော်ဒီပုံစံအတိုင်းရှိနေချင်မှရှိနေမှာပါဆိုတာပါပဲ။</div><div><br /></div><div>ကဲ အောက်မှာလမ်းညွှန်ထားပေးတဲ့အဆင့်များအတိုင်းစမ်းကြည့်လိုက်ကြပါ။</div><div>ပထမဦးဆုံးလုပ်ဆောင်မှုအဆင့်တွေကိုမသွားခင် မိမိတို့ရဲ့ <b>Gmail</b> အကောင့်နဲ့ အသုံးပြုမယ့်ဘရောင်ဆာတစ်ခုခုမှာ-ဥပမာ(<b>Google Chrome, Firefox, IE, Edge</b>...<b>Etc</b>.) <b>Sign In</b> ဝင်ထားပေးပါ။</div><div><br /></div><div>1. မိမိတို့ရဲ့ <b>Blogger Dashboard</b> ကိုသွားလိုက်ပါ။ သွားပုံကတော့- နည်း(၁) မိမိတို့အသုံးပြုနေကြ အင်တာနက်ဘရောင်ဆာရဲ့ <b>Address Bar</b> မှာ <b>blogger.com</b> ရိုက်ထည့်ပြီး&nbsp; <b>Enter</b> ခေါက်လိုက်ပါ။ အောက်မှာပြထားတဲ့ပုံအတိုင်း ဘယ်ဘက်အခြမ်းမှာ မီနူးတွေရှိတဲ့၊ ညာဘက်အခြမ်းမှာ ပို့စ်တွေရှိတဲ့၊ ပို့စ်အသစ်တင်လို့ရတဲ့ <b>Blogger Dashboard</b> မျက်နှာပြင်ကိုတန်းပြီးရောက်သွားပါလိမ့်မယ်။&nbsp; နည်း(၂)- မိမိတို့အသုံးပြုနေကျအင်တာနက်ဘရောင်ဆာရဲ့ <b>Google Search Engine</b> မှာ&nbsp; <b>blogger</b> ရိုက်ထည့်ပြီး&nbsp; <b>Enter</b> ခေါက်လိုက်ပါ။ နည်း(၁)ကိုသုံးစေချင်ပါတယ်။</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtlfyQmzTdTSx9o4EPueDX3WQxk5TtQetr7g0lWNSYQz0y3JcMu4NPpo19ItJiH7bN8FR0cNSI7_hiBqaZsJmsLoOSBeEJQxgkgece7PoFOtWoEdb2fg4p5Se4pAdlKeiyN1sCV0fYDw/s1919/ScreenHunter+35.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1919" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtlfyQmzTdTSx9o4EPueDX3WQxk5TtQetr7g0lWNSYQz0y3JcMu4NPpo19ItJiH7bN8FR0cNSI7_hiBqaZsJmsLoOSBeEJQxgkgece7PoFOtWoEdb2fg4p5Se4pAdlKeiyN1sCV0fYDw/w640-h334/ScreenHunter+35.png" width="640" /></a></div>2. အပေါ်ကပုံမှာပြထားတဲ့အတိုင်း မျက်နှာပြင်ဘယ်ဘက်ခြမ်းမှာရှိတဲ့ <b>Layout</b> ကိုကလစ်တစ်ချက်နှိပ်ပါ။ ဒါဆိုရင် အောက်ကပုံအတိုင်း <b>Layout</b>&nbsp; မျက်နှာပြင်ကို ရမှာပါ။<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6Y9wswDj2uy4KGio5hR60KiWnhXOQ5f7wY9cEa7t6_SLXoVEKLCOCiQ-YzsbDebWijRs4imQTtKtePHjN-fQBQXmnpjhZyUrGA8XNAG-ULHI7nfDMegwSjJwhz3KWnNLAuD5bGf4c1E/s1919/ScreenHunter+36.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="998" data-original-width="1919" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6Y9wswDj2uy4KGio5hR60KiWnhXOQ5f7wY9cEa7t6_SLXoVEKLCOCiQ-YzsbDebWijRs4imQTtKtePHjN-fQBQXmnpjhZyUrGA8XNAG-ULHI7nfDMegwSjJwhz3KWnNLAuD5bGf4c1E/w640-h332/ScreenHunter+36.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>ဒီနေရာမှာ ‌ပြောစရာရှိတာတစ်ခုကတော့&nbsp; &nbsp;မျက်နှာသွင်ပြင်အနေအထားက မိမိတို့ရဲ့ မျက်နှာပြင်နဲ့တူချင်မှတူမယ်။ ဒါကကိုယ်အသုံးပြုတဲ့ <b>Theme</b> အပေါ်မှာမူတည်ပြီးတော့ပုံစံကွဲပြားမှုရှိပါလိမ့်မယ်။ ခု ဦးနိုင်ပြထားတဲ့ပုံက <b>Blogger</b> ရဲ့ <b>Defult Setting Theme</b> မူလချိန်ညှိမှု <b>Theme</b> လို့ဆိုရမလား၊ ပြောချင်တာက ဆိုဒ်နံမယ်ရေးတယ်၊ <b>Domain Name</b> ရွေးတယ်၊ &nbsp;ပြီးတော့ Save လုပ်လိုက်တာနဲ့ ဘာပို့စ်တစ်ခုမှမတင်ရသေးတဲ့ ဒီ <b>Dashboard</b> မျက်နှာပြင်အသစ်စက်စက်ကိုတန်းရတော့တာပဲ။ ဘာပဲဖြစ်ဖြစ် <b>Layout</b>&nbsp; မျက်နှာပြင်မှာရှာရမယ့်စာလုံးက <b>Add a Gadget</b> ဆိုတဲ့စာလုံးပဲ။ အဲဒါအဓိကပဲ။အပေါ်ပဲဖြစ်ဖြစ်၊ အောက်ပဲဖြစ်ဖြစ် သုံးလို့ရတယ်။<div><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>နောက်အလျင်းသင့်ခဲ့လျင် <b>Theme</b>&nbsp; အကြောင်း <b>Template</b> အကြောင်းတွေသပ်သပ်ပို့စ်တင်ပေးပါအုံးမယ်။(အကြွေး)</div><div><br /></div><div>3. <b>Add a Gadget</b> ဆိုတဲ့စာလုံးကို ကလစ်တစ်ချက်နှိပ်ပါ။&nbsp;ဒါဆိုရင်အောက်ကပုံအတိုင်း <b>Windows Gadget Popup</b>&nbsp; မျက်နှာပြင်တစ်ခုအလိုအလျောက်တက်လာတာတွေ့ရပါလိမ့်မယ်။</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYhpssedN8nXZMpve7GsZ1QxD8daTeMfJCfcPGz7cRrvDGbMMRDJ6EHl_AOJIZLfsiOHcQmFFnOyWagx1stVn1ujVuaUaw6GizzmztKszavDAoWawkxlkLdF8orYj699quDuVdDCbpt6k/s1919/ScreenHunter+37.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="1919" height="346" 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/></div><h1 style="clear: both; text-align: center; text-shadow: rgb(204, 204, 204) 0px 1px 0px, rgb(201, 201, 201) 0px 2px 0px, rgb(187, 187, 187) 0px 3px 0px, rgb(185, 185, 185) 0px 4px 0px, rgb(170, 170, 170) 0px 5px 0px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 0px 6px 1px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 0px 0px 5px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.3) 0px 1px 3px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 3px 5px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.25) 0px 5px 10px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 10px 10px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15) 0px 20px 20px;">Floating Social Media Profile Icons</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA_a2DLzYZy3LG9sf-HmiHYNgmILAem0HKRTz4kZwoThdNWQ0gelCZLxqqKoyHqFCvjhNd2Lm_uk9k7yQ6YKZgCHMwiEx1gCjqTgdA3Fp6xDC0YVMhGbSQ-6E1xkBattwzDhSu8gBj3gU/s1871/SSS.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="1871" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA_a2DLzYZy3LG9sf-HmiHYNgmILAem0HKRTz4kZwoThdNWQ0gelCZLxqqKoyHqFCvjhNd2Lm_uk9k7yQ6YKZgCHMwiEx1gCjqTgdA3Fp6xDC0YVMhGbSQ-6E1xkBattwzDhSu8gBj3gU/w640-h314/SSS.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><b>Blogger</b> များအတွက် မိမိရဲ့ ဝက်ဘ်ဆိုဒ် သို့မဟုတ် ဘလော့ဂ်ကိုအလည်အပတ်လာရောက် ကြတဲ့ Visitor တွေကိုစိတ်ဝင်စားစရာကောင်းပြီး ဆွဲဆောင်မှုအပြည့်ရှိစေမယ့် <b>Floating Social Media Profile Icons Generator</b> လို့ခေါ်တဲ့&nbsp; ဆိုရှယ်မီဒီယာ <b>Widget</b> ကိုအလွယ်တကူတည်ဆောက်ဖန်တီးနိုင်တဲ့ Generator လေးကိုဝေမျှပေးမှာဖြစ်ပါတယ်။</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span>ဒီဝစ်ဂျက်ကို မိမိတို့ဆိုဒ်မှာထည့်ထားမယ်ဆိုရင် အပေါ်မှာပြထားတဲ့ပုံအတိုင်းဆိုဒ်ရဲ့ဘယ်ဘက်ခြမ်းမှ <b>Auto Hide</b> ပုံစံမျိုးနဲ့ ဒေါင်လိုက်အနေထားတည်ရှိနေမှာဖြစ်ပါတယ်။ ဝက်ဆိုဒ်အသုံးပြုသူ <b>Visitor</b> ကမောက်နဲ့ဝေ့လိုက်တဲ့အချိန်ကြမှ <b>Auto Show</b> ဖြစ်ပြီး <b>Social Icon</b> တွေကို <b>Click</b> လုပ်နိုင်မှာဖြစ်ပါတယ်။</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span><span>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</span>ဒီ <b>Generator</b> ကိုအသုံးပြုပုံကလည်းအရမ်းကိုလွယ်ပါတယ်။ ဒါကြောင့်လဲ ဘလော့ဂ်ဂါတစ်ယောက်မှာရှိထားသင့်ပြီးအသုံးပြုသင့်တယ်လို့ယူဆလို့ပြန်လည်မှဝေပေးခြင်းဖြစ်ပါတယ်။နောက်တစ်ခုက ဒီဝစ်ဂျက်ကိုအသုံးပြုတဲ့အတွက်မိမိတို့ဆိုဒ်နှေးကွေးသွားမှာမပူရသလို&nbsp; SEO အတွက်လည်းအနှောက်အယှက်မရှိနိုင်ပါဘူး။ ဒီတော့အသုံးပြုပုံအသေးစိတ်ကို ရှင်းပြပေးပါမယ်။</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>SETTINGS FOR WIDGET အပိုင်းခေါင်းစဥ်အောက်ရဲ့ညာဘက်အခြမ်းကိုကြည့်လိုက်ပါ။</b></div><br /> <html> <head> <meta content="text/html; charset=UTF-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"></meta> <meta content="width=device-width,initial-scale=1" name="viewport"></meta> <title>Attractive Floating Social Media Profile Icons</title> <style type="text/css"> .ttibox { border: 3px solid #fcfafb; border-radius: 10px; padding: 10px; width: 600px !important; font-family: inherit; background: #0e8dbc; text-align: center; color: #FFFFFF; background: #0e8dbc; text-shadow: 0 1px 0 #CCCCCC, 0 2px 0 #c9c9c9, 0 3px 0 #bbb, 0 4px 0 #b9b9b9, 0 5px 0 #aaa, 0 6px 1px rgba(0, 0, 0, .1), 0 0 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, .1), 0 1px 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, .3), 0 3px 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, .2), 0 5px 10px rgba(0, 0, 0, .25), 0 10px 10px rgba(0, 0, 0, .2), 0 20px 20px rgba(0, 0, 0, .15); } .ttiredi { -moz-border-radius: 8px; -webkit-border-radius: 8px; } .text-input, .select-box { margin: 0 2px; padding: 2px 4px; border: 1px solid #fcfafb; -webkit-border-radius: 8px; 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1.4em 1.4em; margin: 0 0 1.5em 0; border: 1px solid #ccc; } #outer-wrapper { font-family: Poppins; } #content-wrapper { width: 98%; max-widtd: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; padding: 5px; text-align: left; background: #ffffff; } </style> <script type="text/javascript"> function tipstricksislandcodegen() { var ttifb = document.getElementsByName("facebook")[0].value; var ttitwt = document.getElementsByName("twitter")[0].value; var ttigpp = document.getElementsByName("googlep")[0].value; var ttilink = document.getElementsByName("linkedin")[0].value; var ttiyout = document.getElementsByName("youtube")[0].value; var ttipint = document.getElementsByName("pinterest")[0].value; var ttirss = document.getElementsByName("rssfeed")[0].value; var ttiwidget = document.getElementsByName("widget.contents")[0]; ttiwidget.value = "<style>\r\n.ttifloat-icons {\r\nleft:-30px;\r\ntop:180px;\r\nposition:fixed;\r\nz-index:10000;\r\nborder:1px solid 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valign=\"top\" width=\"34\"><a href=\"http:\/\/feeds.feedburner.com\/" + ttirss + "\" target=\"_blank\"><img src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-KffDH2B_TlA\/Ui8XFXUYddI\/AAAAAAAAAZg\/yEypySaxAUk\/s1600\/RSS.PNG\" title=\"Subscribe our RSS Feeds\"\/><\/a><\/td><\/tr>\r\n<\/tbody><\/table>\r\n<\/div>"; } function tipstricksislandReset() { document.getElementsByName("facebook")[0].value = "U-Naing-Teaching-media-105906684460212" document.getElementsByName("twitter")[0].value = "@THANTZA52735988" document.getElementsByName("googlep")[0].value = "konainga2@gmail.com" document.getElementsByName("linkedin")[0].value = "https://www.linkedin.com/in/သင့်အကောင့် ID" document.getElementsByName("youtube")[0].value = "TheKONAING" document.getElementsByName("pinterest")[0].value = "konainga2" document.getElementsByName("rssfeed")[0].value = "Veadmc" document.getElementsByName("widget.contents")[0].value = "Apply Your Social Media Profile Ids and Click Above on the Generate Button to Generate Social Media Profile Widget"; } </script> </head> <body data-gr-ext-installed="" data-new-gr-c-s-check-loaded="14.975.0"> <div class="ttibox"> <h2>Attractive Floating Social Media Profile Icons Generator</h2> <br /> <fieldset class="ttiredi" style="border: 1px solid #7F9DB9;"> <legend align="center" class="ttiredi" style="background-image: radial-gradient( circle 684px at 66.3% 5.8%, rgba(228,238,231,1) 0%, rgba(82,94,86,1) 100% ); border: 2px solid #FFFFFF; color: black; margin-left: 10px; padding: 3px 10px; size: 36px;"> <b>SETTINGS FOR WIDGET</b> </legend> <br /> <form action="http://www.blogger.com/add-widget" method="post" target="_blank"> <table style="width: 100%px;"> <tbody> <tr> <td width="70%"> <label class="forlabel" for="facebook">Your Facebook Page ID</label> </td> <td width="30%"> <input class="text-input" name="facebook" size="40" type="text" value="U-Naing-Teaching-media-105906684460212" /> </td> </tr> <tr> <td width="40%"> <label class="forlabel" for="twitter">Your Twitter ID</label> </td> <td width="60%"> <input class="text-input" name="twitter" size="40" type="text" value="@THANTZA52735988" /> </td> </tr> <tr> <td width="40%"> <label class="forlabel" for="pinterest">Your Pinterest ID</label> </td> <td width="60%"> <input class="text-input" name="pinterest" size="40" type="text" value="konainga2" /> </td> </tr> <tr> <td width="40%"> <label class="forlabel" for="youtube">Your Youtube Page ID</label> </td> <td width="60%"> <input class="text-input" name="youtube" size="40" type="text" value="TheKONAING" /> </td> </tr> <tr> <td width="40%"> <label class="forlabel" for="linkedin">Your Linkedin ID</label> </td> <td width="60%"> <input class="text-input" name="linkedin" size="40" type="text" value="https://www.linkedin.com/in/သင့်အကောင့် ID" /> </td> </tr> <tr> <td width="40%"> <label class="forlabel" for="googlep">Your Google Profile/Page ID</label> </td> <td width="60%"> <input class="text-input" name="googlep" size="40" type="text" value="konainga2@gmail.com" /> </td> </tr> <tr> <td width="40%"> <label class="forlabel" for="rssfeed">Your FeedBurner RSS Link</label> </td> <td width="60%"> <input class="text-input" name="rssfeed" size="40" type="text" value="Veadmc" /> </td> </tr> </tbody> </table> </form> </fieldset> <form action="https://tfandbo.blogspot.com/" method="LINK" target="blank"> <blink><input align="center;" class="ttiredi" font="" size="20px;" style="background-image: radial-gradient( circle 684px at 66.3% 5.8%, rgba(228,238,231,1) 0%, rgba(82,94,86,1) 100% ); background: #556677; border: 2px solid #FFFFFF; color: #e0dfdc; letter-spacing: .1em; margin-left: 10px; padding: 3px 10px; text-shadow: 0 -1px 0 #fff, 0 1px 0 #2e2e2e, 0 2px 0 #2c2c2c, 0 3px 0 #2a2a2a, 0 4px 0 #282828, 0 5px 0 #262626, 0 6px 0 #242424, 0 7px 0 #222, 0 8px 0 #202020, 0 9px 0 #1e1e1e, 0 10px 0 #1c1c1c, 0 11px 0 #1a1a1a, 0 12px 0 #181818, 0 13px 0 #161616, 0 14px 0 #141414, 0 15px 0 #121212, 0 22px 30px rgba(0,0,0,0.9);" type="submit" value="Live Preview" /></blink> </form> <br /> <input class="ttiredi" onclick="javascript:tipstricksislandcodegen();" style="background: #556677; border: 2px solid #f5faf9; color: #e0dfdc; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: .1em; line-height: 22px; margin-left: 20px; padding: 3px 10px; text-shadow: 0 -1px 0 #fff, 0 1px 0 #2e2e2e, 0 2px 0 #2c2c2c, 0 3px 0 #2a2a2a, 0 4px 0 #282828, 0 5px 0 #262626, 0 6px 0 #242424, 0 7px 0 #222, 0 8px 0 #202020, 0 9px 0 #1e1e1e, 0 10px 0 #1c1c1c, 0 11px 0 #1a1a1a, 0 12px 0 #181818, 0 13px 0 #161616, 0 14px 0 #141414, 0 15px 0 #121212, 0 22px 30px rgba(0,0,0,0.9); width: 115px;" type="button" value="Generate" /> <input class="ttiredi" onclick="javascript:tipstricksislandReset();" style="background: #556677; border: 2px solid #f5faf9; color: #e0dfdc; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: .1em; line-height: 22px; margin-left: 20px; padding: 3px 10px; text-shadow: 0 -1px 0 #fff, 0 1px 0 #2e2e2e, 0 2px 0 #2c2c2c, 0 3px 0 #2a2a2a, 0 4px 0 #282828, 0 5px 0 #262626, 0 6px 0 #242424, 0 7px 0 #222, 0 8px 0 #202020, 0 9px 0 #1e1e1e, 0 10px 0 #1c1c1c, 0 11px 0 #1a1a1a, 0 12px 0 #181818, 0 13px 0 #161616, 0 14px 0 #141414, 0 15px 0 #121212, 0 22px 30px rgba(0,0,0,0.9); width: 115px;" type="button" value="Reset" /> <br /> <br /> <legend align="center" class="ttiredi" style="background: #556677; border: 2px solid #f5faf9; color: #a7dd3c; font-size: 14px; margin-left: 5px; padding: 3px 10px; text-shadow: 2px 0 0px #800040, 3px 2px 0px rgba(77,0,38,0.5), 3px 0 3px #FF002B, 5px 0 3px #800015, 6px 2px 3px rgba(77,0,13,0.5), 6px 0 9px #FF5500, 1px 1px 1px rgba(206,89,55,0);"> <b>ဒီကုဒ်ကိုကော်ပီကူးပြီးဘလော့ဂ် Layout ထဲက HTML/JavaScritp Gadget မှာကူးထည့်လိုက်ပါ</b> <br /> </legend> <br /> <textarea class="textarea-box" name="widget.contents" onclick="this.focus();this.select()" onfocus="this.select()" onmouseover="this.focus()" readonly="readonly" style="background: #556677; height: 140px; width: 100%;"></textarea> <br /> <br /> <div class="ttiredi" style="background: #556677; border: 2px solid #f5faf9; color: white; color: white; font-size: 15px; height: 50px; margin-left: 5px; padding: 3px 10px; text-shadow: 0 -1px 0 #fff, 0 1px 0 #2e2e2e, 0 2px 0 #2c2c2c, 0 3px 0 #2a2a2a, 0 4px 0 #282828, 1px 1px 1px rgba(206,89,55,0);"> Copyright © 2013 All Rights Strictly Reversed By <a href="http://plus.google.com/107999810544634403869">M Ehsan Qureshi</a><br />@ <a href="http://www.tipstricksisland.com/">Free Tips Tricks by RAZ</a> </div> </div> </body> </html> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>အောက်ကနံပါတ်စဥ်အတိုင်းတစ်ဆင့်ပြီးတစ်ဆင့်လုပ်သွားလိုက်ပါ။</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>မိမိတို့ရဲ့ <b>Social Account ID</b> ပရိုဖိုင်း <b>Lin</b>k တွေကို အစိမ်းရောင်နဲ့ရေးပြထားတဲ့နေရာတွေမှာအစားထိုးပေးလိုက်ပါ။</li><li>ပြီးရင်Generate ခလုပ်ကိုနှိပ်ပါ။ အောက်ကအကွက်မှာ <b>Generate</b> လုပ်ပြီးသား ကုဒ်တွေအော်တိုပေါ်လာပါလိမ့်မယ်။&nbsp;</li><li>အောက်ကကုဒ်တွေပေါ်လာတဲ့နေရာကိုမောက်(စ်)နဲ့‌ဝေ့လိုက်တာနဲ့ ကုဒ်အားလုံးကိုအော်တိုရွေးချယ်ပြီးသား <b>Highlight</b> အဖြစ်နဲ့မြင်ရပါလိမ့်မယ်။</li><li>ကော်ပီကူးရန်အတွက် ကီးဘုတ်မှာ <b>Ctrl+C</b> ဒါမှမဟုတ် <b>Right Click</b> နှိပ်ပြီးကော်ပီကူးလို့ရပါတယ်။</li><li>ကော်ပီကူးလာတဲ့ ကုဒ်တွေကို <b>Blogger Layout</b> ထဲက <b>Add a Gadget</b> &gt;&gt;<b>HTML/javascript</b> &gt;&gt; <b>Paste</b>&gt;&gt; ပြီး <b>Save</b> လိုက်ပါ။</li></ol></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div><b>For Blogger</b></div><div>Go to Blogger DashBoard &gt;&gt; Layout &gt;&gt; Add a Gadget&gt;</div><div>Now Select HTML/JavaScript and Insert the Generated Code</div><div>Save you template and check out you Blog pages.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>For Wordpress</b></div><div>Go to Wordpress Blog Dashboard &gt;&gt; Appearance &gt;&gt; Widgets &gt;&gt;</div><div>Move Text Widget to Your Sidebar anywhere and paste the Generated code.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>For Custom 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center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1NubHZH8quAxAS4pxL_epD0K9sWy_13ZdBZsQ7_Bq0LM3D16yPcnATyzANER-Yfl0mS9ruAxIzdxKVZ52fwFUX8rp7PIsb-XftitLPoWVc7_FLHAP2WY08YAxfbG8czpfm-2EYM8hken/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1NubHZH8quAxAS4pxL_epD0K9sWy_13ZdBZsQ7_Bq0LM3D16yPcnATyzANER-Yfl0mS9ruAxIzdxKVZ52fwFUX8rp7PIsb-XftitLPoWVc7_FLHAP2WY08YAxfbG8czpfm-2EYM8hken/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.<br /><a name='more'></a>As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.<br /><br />"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"<br /><br />"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."<br /><br />"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."<br /><br />"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"<br />[lock]<br />Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpRFUZYiXvT4sZeQRvfnf_iAal_wZ_qmqARjiZt4eAbY-0IEyl1uC1Nv0HFcchB67MmOCW4YfwrJ9tlZNxCBkAiL3J_uFcjzHkshPRcfQ8cSJPTyQ5G1Uzv7438DLHosIqwWA-UpRP-f8/s640/music_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpRFUZYiXvT4sZeQRvfnf_iAal_wZ_qmqARjiZt4eAbY-0IEyl1uC1Nv0HFcchB67MmOCW4YfwrJ9tlZNxCBkAiL3J_uFcjzHkshPRcfQ8cSJPTyQ5G1Uzv7438DLHosIqwWA-UpRP-f8/s640/music_2.jpg" width="400" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHAM-HJK2Z9eK3eS2vYWy0y9wqB_QIl16oeFnKcJ9eXq2nuSLkH6BXbU1EUq7ebL4SZunsoVN3MOC4636NxWQhQZsmXFZPEsQMwDmKoM3c4sJDhMATwrn_ZGSXHPSGcB3atNudZ1-Ub7r/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHAM-HJK2Z9eK3eS2vYWy0y9wqB_QIl16oeFnKcJ9eXq2nuSLkH6BXbU1EUq7ebL4SZunsoVN3MOC4636NxWQhQZsmXFZPEsQMwDmKoM3c4sJDhMATwrn_ZGSXHPSGcB3atNudZ1-Ub7r/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" width="265" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNK1JxsWQlz3AawBE0Ou17g8F4Rcy0prhis4mCOCzkUyYuxfC1aso29kixWAZ2_CvlN8YmiCU6J_Mih-woRrmATS9YBtXt13zgx2Z6bUxG8oO6kgeiBahTyfn8anwQ3OYWuZcbaXOrmVw/s1600/cars_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNK1JxsWQlz3AawBE0Ou17g8F4Rcy0prhis4mCOCzkUyYuxfC1aso29kixWAZ2_CvlN8YmiCU6J_Mih-woRrmATS9YBtXt13zgx2Z6bUxG8oO6kgeiBahTyfn8anwQ3OYWuZcbaXOrmVw/s1600/cars_6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"<br />[/lock]<br />And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.<br /><br />A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.<br /><br />"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"<br /><br />But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.<br /><br />"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"<br /><h2><strike><i>Custom Title</i> with <span style="color: red;">Subtitle</span> and <span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: orange;">Lock Content</span></span></strike></h2><h3><strike>New Feature Subtitle Support</strike></h3><br />But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.<br /><br />Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.<br /><br />That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-9418163443069653512014-04-06T23:38:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:32:54.593+07:00<h3>Chapter 1</h3>The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JENZgyoMlzlstNIoV6OzTz0dQQR5B1U1V_ZFyXNV34WVQtgVPvEo_P7UyKkoklYDxKnpZqUdbBYK-XYiXtVduBEv5nWWKkIVm-lZf57NnvEFz_SeNJm2CEzJdjSepdWMgKDaiEIb0Zc/s1600/foods_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Already several fatalities had attended his chase" border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JENZgyoMlzlstNIoV6OzTz0dQQR5B1U1V_ZFyXNV34WVQtgVPvEo_P7UyKkoklYDxKnpZqUdbBYK-XYiXtVduBEv5nWWKkIVm-lZf57NnvEFz_SeNJm2CEzJdjSepdWMgKDaiEIb0Zc/s1600/foods_2.jpg" title="Already several fatalities had attended his chase" width="200" /></a>Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.<br /><br />Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 2</h3>His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEy4vpyaQYnD5uIXxxkvhUrpJwyW60N7smwB4Ct5J812__GP1pjO254DpY2wrhZEuoNae77voZ11nKh0kju0UTyb6IFG_7ZhDj7w_qnEZkxIqKTntDkYvctTkO6JPZ2ZuqqI30vaBQog/s1600/foods_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment" border="0" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEy4vpyaQYnD5uIXxxkvhUrpJwyW60N7smwB4Ct5J812__GP1pjO254DpY2wrhZEuoNae77voZ11nKh0kju0UTyb6IFG_7ZhDj7w_qnEZkxIqKTntDkYvctTkO6JPZ2ZuqqI30vaBQog/s1600/foods_4.jpg" title="It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment" width="200" /></a>It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 3</h3>At the period of our arrival at the Island, the heaviest storage of the Pequod had been almost completed; comprising her beef, bread, water, fuel, and iron hoops and staves. But, as before hinted, for some time there was a continual fetching and carrying on board of divers odds and ends of things, both large and small.<br /><br />Chief among those who did this fetching and carrying was Captain Bildad's sister, a lean old lady of a most determined and indefatigable spirit, but withal very kindhearted, who seemed resolved that, if SHE could help it, nothing should be found wanting in the Pequod, after once fairly getting to sea. At one time she would come on board with a jar of pickles for the steward's pantry; another time with a bunch of quills for the chief mate's desk, where he kept his log; a third time with a roll of flannel for the small of some one's rheumatic back. Never did any woman better deserve her name, which was Charity—Aunt Charity, as everybody called her. And like a sister of charity did this charitable Aunt Charity bustle about hither and thither, ready to turn her hand and heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, and consolation to all on board a ship in which her beloved brother Bildad was concerned, and in which she herself owned a score or two of well-saved dollars.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWj0X9H0Kv9naSGEGkx9IDb8-3Gvd_cTdeeWlfO5qxBh09I3LqOhXdcwoThxWjYs1CAXbebFOTeHzDhmj7SxjsG5bVzM6_xqW02dhFKZCvNoiO_LOOEOc2ijzduGfrI1ylT5Gt4LMIiOo/s1600/cars_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board" border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWj0X9H0Kv9naSGEGkx9IDb8-3Gvd_cTdeeWlfO5qxBh09I3LqOhXdcwoThxWjYs1CAXbebFOTeHzDhmj7SxjsG5bVzM6_xqW02dhFKZCvNoiO_LOOEOc2ijzduGfrI1ylT5Gt4LMIiOo/s1600/cars_4.jpg" title="But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board" width="320" /></a>But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board, as she did the last day, with a long oil-ladle in one hand, and a still longer whaling lance in the other. Nor was Bildad himself nor Captain Peleg at all backward. As for Bildad, he carried about with him a long list of the articles needed, and at every fresh arrival, down went his mark opposite that article upon the paper. Every once in a while Peleg came hobbling out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast-head, and then concluded by roaring back into his wigwam.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 4</h3>In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning. The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them. He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still. The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins. Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder. As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.<br /><br />The second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell. He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking. There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable. It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded. He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree. At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.<br /><br />Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuPxRr2aPt7ggUYzCcigVIB1WENkDegZMIXkp2Ogwurx6MfdBHSBwkACF_SClvbgKSgj6w7zXW_tX267CDKh-Wayn086chIfRhpTgK0F9jQIV8dvc_8hifVhT33PvreDmFyf3rYErmFs/s1600/people_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="That was the story I got from him, bit by bit" border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuPxRr2aPt7ggUYzCcigVIB1WENkDegZMIXkp2Ogwurx6MfdBHSBwkACF_SClvbgKSgj6w7zXW_tX267CDKh-Wayn086chIfRhpTgK0F9jQIV8dvc_8hifVhT33PvreDmFyf3rYErmFs/s1600/people_4.jpg" title="That was the story I got from him, bit by bit" width="320" /></a>That was the story I got from him, bit by bit. He grew calmer telling me and trying to make me see the things he had seen. He had eaten no food since midday, he told me early in his narrative, and I found some mutton and bread in the pantry and brought it into the room. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat. As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 5</h3><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLzrUHLOGk_G-dH0ujc44-amLhWpcObJkqOjxdTtZ0ui4nt5CIYhWAmzvPje8xlP5enjjhKl4GDiIKcxieW7iGhLZee7n6VzZqB4SGZqE3gfhHhWkqh3eZwpURYKRCMVq6EPdDQof3TY/s1600/city_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged" border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLzrUHLOGk_G-dH0ujc44-amLhWpcObJkqOjxdTtZ0ui4nt5CIYhWAmzvPje8xlP5enjjhKl4GDiIKcxieW7iGhLZee7n6VzZqB4SGZqE3gfhHhWkqh3eZwpURYKRCMVq6EPdDQof3TY/s1600/city_5.jpg" title="It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged" width="320" /></a>When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my study, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had dwindled now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape--a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage. Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.<br /><br />It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.<br /><br />Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.<br /><br />As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.<br /><br />The enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats. The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of distant thunder. <br /><br />[img featured="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JENZgyoMlzlstNIoV6OzTz0dQQR5B1U1V_ZFyXNV34WVQtgVPvEo_P7UyKkoklYDxKnpZqUdbBYK-XYiXtVduBEv5nWWKkIVm-lZf57NnvEFz_SeNJm2CEzJdjSepdWMgKDaiEIb0Zc/s1600/foods_2.jpg"/]<br />[youtube featured="1" src="ELUn_L_a8aY"/]&nbsp; <br />[img featured="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGGEOyj0yQ-l24a5_JU3wbGIg7-YkJdga59IHwRIwA9aO_Zl8GijZgY3X8aiqnm5Q1X2d0wp7EABs7xG0MXR8-ZcWeP_Apm-VHu3UvuCxMBKPc3cTNbOxDtOz8C71cKuLiSKwTPYB_jM/s1600/city_4.jpg"/]<br />[img featured="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KixCgb24Wk2cJ4qqrN-mb7XBSQN0YlQ-wN_K5pSj1yDsTBgclOskjkxXeVvyWTtxnSiVtZZjPe7UbZZZ9HwoJPAJvwbHU55hiH7tIBwCV9_eaQx1J43g-ge84sDM2uKI6nnJq5C9ZVvN/s1600/Night+City+Glow+Wallpapers+6.jpg"/]Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-83477527502936788812014-03-18T21:24:00.002+07:002020-12-21T17:35:35.544+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdS-hrvwC-db3tno1rfS8eA-iYW1EgdMYG5bshBh15aW-ByoKQXaqvP1ZHoIziRT90Ji90PAJnuvKH0MgqK3fQFBHSyNhgbphKtW_71YAnmWntrhm37j1GlBU6j0VBI1MlDwU9XRQwW8eS/s1600/computers4-1074x483.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop"><img alt="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdS-hrvwC-db3tno1rfS8eA-iYW1EgdMYG5bshBh15aW-ByoKQXaqvP1ZHoIziRT90Ji90PAJnuvKH0MgqK3fQFBHSyNhgbphKtW_71YAnmWntrhm37j1GlBU6j0VBI1MlDwU9XRQwW8eS/s1600/computers4-1074x483.jpg" title="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop" /></a></div>My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among the houses in front of them, and veiling the white facade of a terrace beyond the road that appeared between the backs of the villas. Mrs. Elphinstone suddenly cried out at a number of tongues of smoky red flame leaping up above the houses in front of them against the hot, blue sky. The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of waggons, and the staccato of hoofs. The lane came round sharply not fifty yards from the crossroads.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />"Good heavens!" cried Mrs. Elphinstone. "What is this you are driving us into?"<br />My brother stopped.<br /><br />For the main road was a boiling stream of people, a torrent of human beings rushing northward, one pressing on another. A great bank of dust, white and luminous in the blaze of the sun, made everything within twenty feet of the ground grey and indistinct and was perpetually renewed by the hurrying feet of a dense crowd of horses and of men and women on foot, and by the wheels of vehicles of every description.<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Way!" my brother heard voices crying. "Make way!"</blockquote>It was like riding into the smoke of a fire to approach the meeting point of the lane and road; the crowd roared like a fire, and the dust was hot and pungent. And, indeed, a little way up the road a villa was burning and sending rolling masses of black smoke across the road to add to the confusion.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnO3IaN0VTOvh-j3BbegtgF9B1DhxAYVkWOjAqyABrmaSawx57wQqpd0HIwnGY04eU_wo3ncSmHjEjg4bQPdDkb05dpXLGOFIz9gnVeQ0SOKxN9u4lZJcWgCDSRrJ5SBtppq3WfKuZ4Kv/s1600/zendock.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="It was like riding into the smoke"><img alt="It was like riding into the smoke" border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnO3IaN0VTOvh-j3BbegtgF9B1DhxAYVkWOjAqyABrmaSawx57wQqpd0HIwnGY04eU_wo3ncSmHjEjg4bQPdDkb05dpXLGOFIz9gnVeQ0SOKxN9u4lZJcWgCDSRrJ5SBtppq3WfKuZ4Kv/s1600/zendock.jpg" title="It was like riding into the smoke" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Macbook Accessories</td></tr></tbody></table>Two men came past them. Then a dirty woman, carrying a heavy bundle and weeping. A lost retriever dog, with hanging tongue, circled dubiously round them, scared and wretched, and fled at my brother's threat.<br /><br />So much as they could see of the road Londonward between the houses to the right was a tumultuous stream of dirty, hurrying people, pent in between the villas on either side; the black heads, the crowded forms, grew into distinctness as they rushed towards the corner, hurried past, and merged their individuality again in a receding multitude that was swallowed up at last in a cloud of dust.<br />"Go on! Go on!" cried the voices. "Way! Way!"<br /><br />One man's hands pressed on the back of another. My brother stood at the pony's head. Irresistibly attracted, he advanced slowly, pace by pace, down the lane.<br /><br />"To think of it! I've seen this beach alive with men, women, and <b>children on a pleasant Sunday</b>. And there weren't any bears to eat them up, either. And right up there on the cliff was a big restaurant where you could get anything you wanted to eat. Four million people lived in San Francisco then. And now, in the whole city and county there aren't forty all told. And out there on the sea were ships and ships always to be seen, going in for the Golden Gate or coming out. And airships in the air—dirigibles and flying machines. They could travel two hundred miles an hour. The mail contracts with the New York and San Francisco Limited demanded that for the minimum. There was a chap, a Frenchman, I forget his name, who succeeded in making three hundred; but the thing was risky, too risky for conservative persons. But he was on the right clew, and he would have managed it if it hadn't been for the Great Plague. When I was a boy, there were men alive who remembered the coming of the first aeroplanes, and now I have lived to see the last of them, and that sixty years ago."<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMB9SnD4EWEL_0UqiqbqOoCWzSqlMlMzU6L20mABA3MDhfAVqqlXgr_I1fPOWbLH0N-OXHSkSqqC_MwLlzfj7YTTqh4bygimUuxm-okLT4ejDO-XZu58B5lNH3HKZx95kYjtXJp6Ku02j/s1600/Macbook-Air-Gaming.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="I have lived to see the last of them"><img alt="I have lived to see the last of them" border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMB9SnD4EWEL_0UqiqbqOoCWzSqlMlMzU6L20mABA3MDhfAVqqlXgr_I1fPOWbLH0N-OXHSkSqqC_MwLlzfj7YTTqh4bygimUuxm-okLT4ejDO-XZu58B5lNH3HKZx95kYjtXJp6Ku02j/s1600/Macbook-Air-Gaming.jpg" title="I have lived to see the last of them" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Macbook Gaming</td></tr></tbody></table>The old man babbled on, unheeded by the boys, who were long accustomed to his garrulousness, and whose vocabularies, besides, lacked the greater portion of the words he used. It was noticeable that in these rambling soliloquies his English seemed to recrudesce into better construction and phraseology. But when he talked directly with the boys it lapsed, largely, into their own uncouth and simpler forms.<br /><br />"But there weren't many crabs in those days," the old man wandered on. "They were fished out, and they were great delicacies. The open season was only a month long, too. And now crabs are accessible the whole year around. Think of it—catching all the crabs you want, any time you want, in the surf of the Cliff House beach!"<br /><br />A sudden commotion among the goats brought the boys to their feet. The dogs about the fire rushed to join their snarling fellow who guarded the goats, while the goats themselves stampeded in the direction of their human protectors. A half dozen forms, lean and gray, glided about on the sand hillocks and faced the bristling dogs. Edwin arched an arrow that fell short. But Hare-Lip, with a sling such as David carried into battle against Goliath, hurled a stone through the air that whistled from the speed of its flight. It fell squarely among the wolves and caused them to slink away toward the dark depths of the eucalyptus forest.Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-87987044373743371422014-03-15T17:18:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:32:55.932+07:00<blockquote>It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.</blockquote>In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning. The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them. He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still. The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins. Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder. As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLzrUHLOGk_G-dH0ujc44-amLhWpcObJkqOjxdTtZ0ui4nt5CIYhWAmzvPje8xlP5enjjhKl4GDiIKcxieW7iGhLZee7n6VzZqB4SGZqE3gfhHhWkqh3eZwpURYKRCMVq6EPdDQof3TY/s320/city_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Night city and bridge best photography"><img alt="Night city and bridge best photography" border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLzrUHLOGk_G-dH0ujc44-amLhWpcObJkqOjxdTtZ0ui4nt5CIYhWAmzvPje8xlP5enjjhKl4GDiIKcxieW7iGhLZee7n6VzZqB4SGZqE3gfhHhWkqh3eZwpURYKRCMVq6EPdDQof3TY/s720/city_5.jpg" title="Night city and bridge best photography" width="720" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Night City</td></tr></tbody></table>The second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell. He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking. There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable. It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded. He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree. At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.<br /><br />That was the story I got from him, bit by bit. He grew calmer telling me and trying to make me see the things he had seen. He had eaten no food since midday, he told me early in his narrative, and I found some mutton and bread in the pantry and brought it into the room. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat. As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUBmcpo-a5jTC1LMcuFis0vZT1gPgODsqk1RpcYxFqEAWmUDTWVGx_ifj7vBKQnIlEEm0oSTHvSEzyyMJoQIBe907SX0cPwyAN0hJ6KiGHsmwHzQ8jyoa98F14-W_3uaQgFQ2PPhRexgE/s1600/City-Bridge-Night-Wallpaper-Photos-71239.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury"><img alt="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury" border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUBmcpo-a5jTC1LMcuFis0vZT1gPgODsqk1RpcYxFqEAWmUDTWVGx_ifj7vBKQnIlEEm0oSTHvSEzyyMJoQIBe907SX0cPwyAN0hJ6KiGHsmwHzQ8jyoa98F14-W_3uaQgFQ2PPhRexgE/s1600/City-Bridge-Night-Wallpaper-Photos-71239.jpg" title="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury" width="320" /></a></div>When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my study, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had dwindled now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape--a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage. Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.<br /><br />Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.<br /><br />As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.<br /><br />The enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats. The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of distant thunder.<br /><br />We traversed a trackless waste of moss which, bending to the pressure of broad tire or padded foot, rose up again behind us, leaving no sign that we had passed. We might indeed have been the wraiths of the departed dead upon the dead sea of that dying planet for all the sound or sign we made in passing. It was the first march of a large body of men and animals I had ever witnessed which raised no dust and left no spoor; for there is no dust upon Mars except in the cultivated districts during the winter months, and even then the absence of high winds renders it almost unnoticeable.<br /><br />We camped that night at the foot of the hills we had been approaching for two days and which marked the southern boundary of this particular sea. Our animals had been two days without drink, nor had they had water for nearly two months, not since shortly after leaving Thark; but, as Tars Tarkas explained to me, they require but little and can live almost indefinitely upon the moss which covers Barsoom, and which, he told me, holds in its tiny stems sufficient moisture to meet the limited demands of the animals.<br /><br />After partaking of my evening meal of cheese-like food and vegetable milk I sought out Sola, whom I found working by the light of a torch upon some of Tars Tarkas' trappings.[right-post] She looked up at my approach, her face lighting with pleasure and with welcome.Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-53482327995909141672014-03-10T21:08:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:32:56.582+07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9zc8fAQo1o9QdGSkTJWQCMlZV9G7IvToMwsF-jdXdN1Zf9_GBjs71qlii_mFVCR5jOZ7g5XUwPpr7vaNucOJ4IXhbw6RCWCAjDlqS7u4V9wlMG9hQjw9AEvtrbSQfKh44WXZ_1ohjsQ/s1600/cars_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" title="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors"><img alt="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9zc8fAQo1o9QdGSkTJWQCMlZV9G7IvToMwsF-jdXdN1Zf9_GBjs71qlii_mFVCR5jOZ7g5XUwPpr7vaNucOJ4IXhbw6RCWCAjDlqS7u4V9wlMG9hQjw9AEvtrbSQfKh44WXZ_1ohjsQ/s800/cars_7.jpg" title="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors" /></a><br /><br />This midnight-spout had almost grown a forgotten thing, when, some days after, lo! at the same silent hour, it was again announced: again it was descried by all; but upon making sail to overtake it, once more it disappeared as if it had never been. And so it served us night after night, till no one heeded it but to wonder at it. Mysteriously jetted into the clear moonlight, or starlight, as the case might be; disappearing again for one whole day, or two days, or three; and somehow seeming at every distinct repetition to be advancing still further and further in our van, this solitary jet seemed for ever alluring us on.<br /><br />Nor with the immemorial superstition of their race, and in accordance with the preternaturalness, as it seemed, which in many things invested the Pequod, were there wanting some of the seamen who swore that whenever and wherever descried; at however remote times, or in however far apart latitudes and longitudes, that unnearable spout was cast by one self-same whale; and that whale, Moby Dick. For a time, there reigned, too, a sense of peculiar dread at this flitting apparition, as if it were treacherously beckoning us on and on, in order that the monster might turn round upon us, and rend us at last in the remotest and most savage seas.<br /><br />These temporary apprehensions, so vague but so awful, derived a wondrous potency from the contrasting serenity of the weather, in which, beneath all its blue blandness, some thought there lurked a devilish charm, as for days and days we voyaged along, through seas so wearily, lonesomely mild, that all space, in repugnance to our vengeful errand, seemed vacating itself of life before our urn-like prow.<br /><br />[pgallery] [img alt="fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqEQiPO8rzvTpF9fQQJPKziVlluvKPgMwBmREdWRIqmcWqC1piqGJkQvbritwiYoiab7MWoyQmEzQW_XnEepG0SqeTVirsw4sisORZj5U9gVfS4iMltSDZYfMKntvLFFTLahzHyHJoWss/s300/fashion4-700x357.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-PPt1vDnRANgdLZPAB9hwIg-NKTO79T5_fkgPa8rzcp6ZHAbhXI_qVRxEYpUsZNj9e2zoUcK69bgvDpMGGd6tWMuBYr8MnX9ZNy7hPGBdjgq8rP5Jeoq-SzqZUbjruAq_jSFS2HUWY3E/s300/blog-511-700x466.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh45CrKuQmmgRmGUGpNeNnyvrkC5nth9HmFCa98MQ0gxli4sCheUMsGKuWz2mwzjeFe0hgJgKl154NOhQy_xLgevRRjvGR16B5pBZac6fDxslTm9-4TIXJ2wB-B2JZtajjU2fX1yp8WePI0/s300/4878276416_647837094f_b-702x336.jpg"][/img] [img alt="flower" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrAb4KQALfbI0ierH_mUqw0O1oRIfjjiYgAsLBgRRQuOwqs3YbWls_mbuNUNC1-vnsJt5tAzBj-8je_b7GzASXtv5R1cUR5qWQO3QhKvPEDP8XYePE8Cr4cniiN3hHrIa6m2d3xshVtl-z/s300/cape-cod-wedding-pink-hydreanga-aisle-runners-700x458.jpg"][/img] [img alt="other fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYkN5hncRJnUrFRT-TpfkOWtjMjpkW7wZxaOOvLa4tiOVsPkOIg1aMOoOxY4xxRlR3tA2W7fAaLyFk2YThFezqjgToqfstdKghAx0py8YcBltDq7ZF_B5bnHa1bSCyaRkOxZNyeFo_yC0/s300/fashion3-326x235.jpg"][/img] [img alt="cars" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipl1013iNnlwm3w9FiGtwQ8SbvWigJP5-qxBBqcB2Lb5GxHjVpvdsZ9BoxNBwIBIPPHlahIKkJLXu0fGCHuL_DjhDpCiOtdqmVUtzDq9255TEq8TJXlqRFQsclA8KTgs4e7W5IVXVabz_T/s300/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg"][/img] [/pgallery]<br /><a name='more'></a><br />But, at last, when turning to the eastward, the Cape winds began howling around us, and we rose and fell upon the long, troubled seas that are there; when the ivory-tusked Pequod sharply bowed to the blast, and gored the dark waves in her madness, till, like showers of silver chips, the foam-flakes flew over her bulwarks; then all this desolate vacuity of life went away, but gave place to sights more dismal than before.<br /><br />Close to our bows, strange forms in the water darted hither and thither before us; while thick in our rear flew the inscrutable sea-ravens. And every morning, perched on our stays, rows of these birds were seen; and spite of our hootings, for a long time obstinately clung to the hemp, as though they deemed our ship some drifting, uninhabited craft; a thing appointed to desolation, and therefore fit roosting-place for their homeless selves. And heaved and heaved, still unrestingly heaved the black sea, as if its vast tides were a conscience; and the great mundane soul were in anguish and remorse for the long sin and suffering it had bred.<br /><br />Cape of Good Hope, do they call ye? Rather Cape Tormentoto, as called of yore; for long allured by the perfidious silences that before had attended us, we found ourselves launched into this tormented sea, where guilty beings transformed into those fowls and these fish, seemed condemned to swim on everlastingly without any haven in store, or beat that black air without any horizon. But calm, snow-white, and unvarying; still directing its fountain of feathers to the sky; still beckoning us on from before, the solitary jet would at times be descried.<br /><br />During all this blackness of the elements, Ahab, though assuming for the time the almost continual command of the drenched and dangerous deck, manifested the gloomiest reserve; and more seldom than ever addressed his mates. In tempestuous times like these, after everything above and aloft has been secured, nothing more can be done but passively to await the issue of the gale. Then Captain and crew become practical fatalists. So, with his ivory leg inserted into its accustomed hole, and with one hand firmly grasping a shroud, Ahab for hours and hours would stand gazing dead to windward, while an occasional squall of sleet or snow would all but congeal his very eyelashes together. Meantime, the crew driven from the forward part of the ship by the perilous seas that burstingly broke over its bows, stood in a line along the bulwarks in the waist; and the better to guard against the leaping waves, each man had slipped himself into a sort of bowline secured to the rail, in which he swung as in a loosened belt. Few or no words were spoken; and the silent ship, as if manned by painted sailors in wax, day after day tore on through all the swift madness and gladness of the demoniac waves. By night the same muteness of humanity before the shrieks of the ocean prevailed; still in silence the men swung in the bowlines; still wordless Ahab stood up to the blast. Even when wearied nature seemed demanding repose he would not seek that repose in his hammock. Never could Starbuck forget the old man's aspect, when one night going down into the cabin to mark how the barometer stood, he saw him with closed eyes sitting straight in his floor-screwed chair; the rain and half-melted sleet of the storm from which he had some time before emerged, still slowly dripping from the unremoved hat and coat. On the table beside him lay unrolled one of those charts of tides and currents which have previously been spoken of. His lantern swung from his tightly clenched hand. Though the body was erect, the head was thrown back so that the closed eyes were pointed towards the needle of the tell-tale that swung from a beam in the ceiling.* [right-side]Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-65798839088119041692014-03-09T21:21:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:32:57.227+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1CqQedW6NHrjR1ATv5oOawmAIW3rLhVgFsQFHYlzzlzDQVpH9TdCxXXgyPXh4BbsIa9EDLIjUT1QtuhwItnGDVAHlSXdaZsX18wgm-zVIrIofvOs5A4sewhgezocccHXbhp8_9ij2C0/s1600/cars_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling"><img alt="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling" border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1CqQedW6NHrjR1ATv5oOawmAIW3rLhVgFsQFHYlzzlzDQVpH9TdCxXXgyPXh4BbsIa9EDLIjUT1QtuhwItnGDVAHlSXdaZsX18wgm-zVIrIofvOs5A4sewhgezocccHXbhp8_9ij2C0/s1600/cars_5.jpg" title="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling" width="720" /></a></div><br />During the first days, they went along smoothly enough. The sea was not very unpropitious, the wind seemed stationary in the north-east, the sails were hoisted, and the Henrietta ploughed across the waves like a real trans-Atlantic steamer.<br /><br />Passepartout was delighted. His master's last exploit, the consequences of which he ignored, enchanted him. Never had the crew seen so jolly and dexterous a fellow. He formed warm friendships with the sailors, and amazed them with his acrobatic feats. He thought they managed the vessel like gentlemen, and that the stokers fired up like heroes. His loquacious good-humour infected everyone. He had forgotten the past, its vexations and delays. He only thought of the end, so nearly accomplished; and sometimes he boiled over with impatience, as if heated by the furnaces of the Henrietta. Often, also, the worthy fellow revolved around Fix, looking at him with a keen, distrustful eye; but he did not speak to him, for their old intimacy no longer existed.<br /><br />Fix, it must be confessed, understood nothing of what was going on. The conquest of the Henrietta, the bribery of the crew, Fogg managing the boat like a skilled seaman, amazed and confused him. He did not know what to think. For, after all, a man who began by stealing fifty-five thousand pounds might end by stealing a vessel; and Fix was not unnaturally inclined to conclude that the Henrietta under Fogg's command, was not going to Liverpool at all, but to some part of the world where the robber, turned into a pirate, would quietly put himself in safety. The conjecture was at least a plausible one, and the detective began to seriously regret that he had embarked on the affair.<br />As for Captain Speedy, he continued to howl and growl in his cabin; and Passepartout, whose duty it was to carry him his meals, courageous as he was, took the greatest precautions. Mr. Fogg did not seem even to know that there was a captain on board.<br /><br />On the 13th they passed the edge of the Banks of Newfoundland, a dangerous locality; during the winter, especially, there are frequent fogs and heavy gales of wind. Ever since the evening before the barometer, suddenly falling, had indicated an approaching change in the atmosphere; and during the night the temperature varied, the cold became sharper, and the wind veered to the south-east.<br />This was a misfortune. Mr. Fogg, in order not to deviate from his course, furled his sails and increased the force of the steam; but the vessel's speed slackened, owing to the state of the sea, the long waves of which broke against the stern. She pitched violently, and this retarded her progress. The breeze little by little swelled into a tempest, and it was to be feared that the Henrietta might not be able to maintain herself upright on the waves.<br /><br />Passepartout's visage darkened with the skies, and for two days the poor fellow experienced constant fright. But Phileas Fogg was a bold mariner, and knew how to maintain headway against the sea; and he kept on his course, without even decreasing his steam. The Henrietta, when she could not rise upon the waves, crossed them, swamping her deck, but passing safely. Sometimes the screw rose out of the water, beating its protruding end, when a mountain of water raised the stern above the waves; but the craft always kept straight ahead.<br /><br /><blockquote>"You're a queer un, Granser, talking about things you can't see. If you can't see 'em, how do you know they are? That's what I want to know. How do you know anything you can't see?"</blockquote>The wind, however, did not grow as boisterous as might have been feared; it was not one of those tempests which burst, and rush on with a speed of ninety miles an hour. It continued fresh, but, unhappily, it remained obstinately in the south-east, rendering the sails useless.<br /><br />The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day since Phileas Fogg's departure from London, and the Henrietta had not yet been seriously delayed. Half of the voyage was almost accomplished, and the worst localities had been passed. In summer, success would have been well-nigh certain. In winter, they were at the mercy of the bad season. Passepartout said nothing; but he cherished hope in secret, and comforted himself with the reflection that, if the wind failed them, they might still count on the steam.<br /><br />On this day the engineer came on deck, went up to Mr. Fogg, and began to speak earnestly with him. Without knowing why it was a presentiment, perhaps Passepartout became vaguely uneasy. He would have given one of his ears to hear with the other what the engineer was saying. He finally managed to catch a few words, and was sure he heard his master say, "You are certain of what you tell me?"<br /><br />[review]<br />[item review-value="8"]Hardware[/item]<br />[item review-value="7"]Gameplay[/item]<br />[item review-value="6"]Graphics[/item]<br />[item review-value="9"]Sound[/item]<br />[content title="Summary" label="Overall Score"]My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book Earth in the Balance, and the much more popular Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards but I know you in the future back in our hands.[/content]<br />[/review] Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-62498455708738538272014-03-08T22:13:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:32:57.879+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LhNh0cvnQqGL8XaNCzXuD3DJX_9T30pefPsMy_P5pFzLOUVXEDBzC8g8Vzbdgt58NJ8jqwu-J11aw99-ZU1XuDlYtzrNuHgLXM6iQa3qgQt_5pMoe5ygsfagzJfhdVcZZZ32YSiib-IL/s1600/11364791146_19b6fe5b92_k-702x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy"><img alt="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy" border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LhNh0cvnQqGL8XaNCzXuD3DJX_9T30pefPsMy_P5pFzLOUVXEDBzC8g8Vzbdgt58NJ8jqwu-J11aw99-ZU1XuDlYtzrNuHgLXM6iQa3qgQt_5pMoe5ygsfagzJfhdVcZZZ32YSiib-IL/s1600/11364791146_19b6fe5b92_k-702x336.jpg" title="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy" width="640" /></a></div><br />"In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the more new kinds of germs became diseases. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as early as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new disease, a thousand times more deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and even by the billion. You see, the micro-organic world remained a mystery to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new germs emerged from it to kill men.<br /><br />"And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated—the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...."<br /><br />It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face.<br />"Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp."<br /><br />The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance.<br /><br />"Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser."<br /><br />The old man wiped the tears away on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative.<br /><br />"It was in the summer of 2013 that the Plague came. I was twenty-seven years old, and well do I remember it. Wireless despatches—"<br />Hare-Lip spat loudly his disgust, and Granser hastened to make amends.<br /><br />"We talked through the air in those days, thousands and thousands of miles. And the word came of a strange disease that had broken out in New York. There were seventeen millions of people living then in that noblest city of America. Nobody thought anything about the news. It was only a small thing. There had been only a few deaths. It seemed, though, that they had died very quickly, and that one of the first signs of the disease was the turning red of the face and all the body. Within twenty-four hours came the report of the first case in Chicago. And on the same day, it was made public that London, the greatest city in the world, next to Chicago, had been secretly fighting the plague for two weeks and censoring the news despatches—that is, not permitting the word to go forth to the rest of the world that London had the plague. [left-side]Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-13284369275777096212014-03-06T18:13:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:32:58.526+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNK1JxsWQlz3AawBE0Ou17g8F4Rcy0prhis4mCOCzkUyYuxfC1aso29kixWAZ2_CvlN8YmiCU6J_Mih-woRrmATS9YBtXt13zgx2Z6bUxG8oO6kgeiBahTyfn8anwQ3OYWuZcbaXOrmVw/s1600/cars_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!"><img alt="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNK1JxsWQlz3AawBE0Ou17g8F4Rcy0prhis4mCOCzkUyYuxfC1aso29kixWAZ2_CvlN8YmiCU6J_Mih-woRrmATS9YBtXt13zgx2Z6bUxG8oO6kgeiBahTyfn8anwQ3OYWuZcbaXOrmVw/s640/cars_6.jpg" title="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!" width="640" /></a></div>We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.<br /><br />"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"<br /><br />"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."<br /><br />"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."<br /><br />"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"<br /><br />Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.<br /><br /><blockquote>"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"</blockquote><br />And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a 1em="" am="" auto="" dor="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1NubHZH8quAxAS4pxL_epD0K9sWy_13ZdBZsQ7_Bq0LM3D16yPcnATyzANER-Yfl0mS9ruAxIzdxKVZ52fwFUX8rp7PIsb-XftitLPoWVc7_FLHAP2WY08YAxfbG8czpfm-2EYM8hken/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" i="" imageanchor="1" left="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" not="" of="" rel="nofollow" style="clear: title=;"><img alt="I am not of Dor" border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1NubHZH8quAxAS4pxL_epD0K9sWy_13ZdBZsQ7_Bq0LM3D16yPcnATyzANER-Yfl0mS9ruAxIzdxKVZ52fwFUX8rp7PIsb-XftitLPoWVc7_FLHAP2WY08YAxfbG8czpfm-2EYM8hken/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" title="I am not of Dor" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great Headseat</td></tr></tbody></table>A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.<br /><br />"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"<br /><br />But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHAM-HJK2Z9eK3eS2vYWy0y9wqB_QIl16oeFnKcJ9eXq2nuSLkH6BXbU1EUq7ebL4SZunsoVN3MOC4636NxWQhQZsmXFZPEsQMwDmKoM3c4sJDhMATwrn_ZGSXHPSGcB3atNudZ1-Ub7r/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="Where is this Virginia"><img alt="Where is this Virginia" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHAM-HJK2Z9eK3eS2vYWy0y9wqB_QIl16oeFnKcJ9eXq2nuSLkH6BXbU1EUq7ebL4SZunsoVN3MOC4636NxWQhQZsmXFZPEsQMwDmKoM3c4sJDhMATwrn_ZGSXHPSGcB3atNudZ1-Ub7r/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" title="Where is this Virginia" width="212" /></a></div>"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"<br />But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.<br /><br /><i>Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.</i><br /><br />That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.<br /><br /><ul><li>But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered</li><li> And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king</li><li> Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable</li><li> Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to retrace my steps from the plain of Phutra</li><li> But my troubles came when I entered the canyon beyond the summit, for here I found that several of them centered at the point where I crossed the divide, and which one I had traversed to reach the pass I could not for the life of me remember</li></ul>But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered. And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king. Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable. Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to.<br /><br /><ol><li>"Alas! In my hurry—I—I forgot—" "What?" "To turn off the gas in my room!" "Very well, young man," returned Mr</li><li> Fogg, coolly; "it will burn—at your expense</li><li>" Phileas Fogg rightly suspected that his departure from London would create a lively sensation at the West End</li><li> The news of the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an exciting topic of conversation to its members</li><li> From the club it soon got into the papers throughout England</li><li> The boasted "tour of the world" was talked about, disputed, argued with as much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama claim</li></ol><h2>We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one</h2>We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one of the warriors, bearing arms, accouterments and ornaments, and in a flash one of her questions was answered and a puzzle cleared up for me. I saw that the body of my dead antagonist had been stripped, and I read in the menacing yet respectful attitude of the warrior who had brought me these trophies of the kill the same demeanor as that evinced by the other who had brought me my original equipment, and now for the first time I realized that my blow, on the occasion of my first battle in the audience chamber had resulted in the death of my adversary.<br /><br /><h2>"Aye, I see!—wanted to part it; free the fast-fish—an old trick—I know him."</h2>"There are almost as many conjectures as to that as there are geologists," was his answer. "One estimates it thirty miles, because the internal heat, increasing at the rate of about one degree to each sixty to seventy feet depth, would be sufficient to fuse the most refractory substances at that distance beneath the surface. Another finds that the phenomena of precession and nutation require that the earth, if not entirely solid, must at least have a shell not less than eight hundred to a thousand miles in thickness. So there you are.<br /><br /><h3>The old man looked at me for a long time before he spoke. </h3>At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves. They had long legs and fierce eyes and sharp teeth.<br /><br />"Go to those people," said the Witch, "and tear them to pieces."<br /><br /><h4>"Who are you, Zodangan?" she whispered. "Another enemy to harass me in my misery?"</h4>The old man accelerated his pace, sniffing eagerly as he neared the fire.<br />"Mussels!" he muttered ecstatically. "Mussels! And ain't that a crab, Hoo-Hoo? Ain't that a crab? My, my, you boys are good to your old grandsire."<br /><br />Hoo-Hoo, who was apparently of the same age as Edwin, grinned.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"All you want, Granser. I got four."</blockquote><h5>They ordered two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman did ample justice, whilst Fix observed him with close attention. </h5>I had observed on the two occasions when I had seen her that the prisoner exchanged words with her guards, and this convinced me that they spoke, or at least could make themselves understood by a common language. With this added incentive I nearly drove Sola distracted by my importunities to hasten on my education and within a few more days I had mastered the Martian tongue sufficiently well to enable me to carry on a passable conversation and to fully understand practically all that I heard.<br /><br />At this time our sleeping quarters were occupied by three or four females and a couple of the recently hatched young, beside Sola and her youthful ward, myself, and Woola the hound. After they had retired for the night it was customary for the adults to carry on a desultory conversation for a short time before lapsing into sleep, and now that I could understand their language I was always a keen listener, although I never proffered any remarks myself.<br /><br />On the night following the prisoner's visit to the audience chamber the conversation finally fell upon this subject, and I was all ears on the instant. I had feared to question Sola relative to the beautiful captive, as I could not but recall the strange expression I had noted upon her face after my first encounter with the prisoner. That it denoted jealousy I could not say, and yet, judging all things by mundane standards as I still did, I felt it safer to affect indifference in the matter until I learned more surely Sola's attitude toward the object of my solicitude.<br /><br />Sarkoja, one of the older women who shared our domicile, had been present at the audience as one of the captive's guards, and it was toward her the question turned.<br /><h6>At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves.</h6>Flutter, flutter, went the flag, first to the right, then to the left. It was too far for me to recognise anyone there, but afterwards I learned that Ogilvy, Stent, and Henderson were with others in this attempt at communication. This little group had in its advance dragged inward, so to speak, the circumference of the now almost complete circle of people, and a number of dim black figures followed it at discreet distances.<br /><br />Suddenly there was a flash of light, and a quantity of luminous greenish smoke came out of the pit in three distinct puffs, which drove up, one after the other, straight into the still air.<br /><br />This smoke (or flame, perhaps, would be the better word for it) was so bright that the deep blue sky overhead and the hazy stretches of brown common towards Chertsey, set with black pine trees, seemed to darken abruptly as these puffs arose, and to remain the darker after their dispersal. At the same time a faint hissing sound became audible.[left-post]Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-55021863907028159962014-02-28T18:06:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:13.665+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="What’s in your bag, PR Girl?" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuPxRr2aPt7ggUYzCcigVIB1WENkDegZMIXkp2Ogwurx6MfdBHSBwkACF_SClvbgKSgj6w7zXW_tX267CDKh-Wayn086chIfRhpTgK0F9jQIV8dvc_8hifVhT33PvreDmFyf3rYErmFs/s1600/people_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="What’s in your bag, PR Girl?" alt="What’s in your bag, PR Girl?" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuPxRr2aPt7ggUYzCcigVIB1WENkDegZMIXkp2Ogwurx6MfdBHSBwkACF_SClvbgKSgj6w7zXW_tX267CDKh-Wayn086chIfRhpTgK0F9jQIV8dvc_8hifVhT33PvreDmFyf3rYErmFs/s1600/people_4.jpg" height="438" width="720" /></a></div>Slowly she drifted to the southeast, rising higher and higher as the flames ate away her wooden parts and diminished the weight upon her. Ascending to the roof of the building I watched her for hours, until finally she was lost in the dim vistas of the distance. The sight was awe-inspiring in the extreme as one contemplated this mighty floating funeral pyre, drifting unguided and unmanned through the lonely wastes of the Martian heavens; a derelict of death and destruction, typifying the life story of these strange and ferocious creatures into whose unfriendly hands fate had carried it.<br /><br />Much depressed, and, to me, unaccountably so, I slowly descended to the street. The scene I had witnessed seemed to mark the defeat and annihilation of the forces of a kindred people, rather than the routing by our green warriors of a horde of similar, though unfriendly, creatures. I could not fathom the seeming hallucination, nor could I free myself from it; but somewhere in the innermost recesses of my soul I felt a strange yearning toward these unknown foemen, and a mighty hope surged through me that the fleet would return and demand a reckoning from the green warriors who had so ruthlessly and wantonly attacked it.<br /><br />Close at my heel, in his now accustomed place, followed Woola, the hound, and as I emerged upon the street Sola rushed up to me as though I had been the object of some search on her part. The cavalcade was returning to the plaza, the homeward march having been given up for that day; nor, in fact, was it recommenced for more than a week, owing to the fear of a return attack by the air craft.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">Lorquas Ptomel was too astute an old warrior to be caught upon the open plains with a caravan of chariots and children, and so we remained at the deserted city until the danger seemed passed.</blockquote><br />As Sola and I entered the plaza a sight met my eyes which filled my whole being with a great surge of mingled hope, fear, exultation, and depression, and yet most dominant was a subtle sense of relief and happiness; for just as we neared the throng of Martians I caught a glimpse of the prisoner from the battle craft who was being roughly dragged into a nearby building by a couple of green Martian females.<br /><br />And the sight which met my eyes was that of a slender, girlish figure, similar in every detail to the earthly women of my past life. She did not see me at first, but just as she was disappearing through the portal of the building which was to be her prison she turned, and her eyes met mine. Her face was oval and beautiful in the extreme, her every feature was finely chiseled and exquisite, her eyes large and lustrous and her head surmounted by a mass of coal black, waving hair, caught loosely into a strange yet becoming coiffure. Her skin was of a light reddish copper color, against which the crimson glow of her cheeks and the ruby of her beautifully molded lips shone with a strangely enhancing effect.<br /><br />She was as destitute of clothes as the green Martians who accompanied her; indeed, save for her highly wrought ornaments she was entirely naked, nor could any apparel have enhanced the beauty of her perfect and symmetrical figure.<br /><br />As her gaze rested on me her eyes opened wide in astonishment, and she made a little sign with her free hand; a sign which I did not, of course, understand. Just a moment we gazed upon each other, and then the look of hope and renewed courage which had glorified her face as she discovered me, faded into one of utter dejection, mingled with loathing and contempt. I realized I had not answered her signal, and ignorant as I was of Martian customs, I intuitively felt that she had made an appeal for succor and protection which my unfortunate ignorance had prevented me from answering. And then she was dragged out of my sight into the depths of the deserted edifice.<br /><br />As I came back to myself I glanced at Sola, who had witnessed this encounter and I was surprised to note a strange expression upon her usually expressionless countenance. What her thoughts were I did not know, for as yet I had learned but little of the Martian tongue; enough only to suffice for my daily needs.<br /><br />As I reached the doorway of our building a strange surprise awaited me. A warrior approached bearing the arms, ornaments, and full accouterments of his kind. These he presented to me with a few unintelligible words, and a bearing at once respectful and menacing.[full-post]Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-32873832862282844702014-02-15T17:59:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:13.919+07:00[soundcloud src="189279166"/] There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, 'I wonder what they WILL do next! If they had any sense, they'd take the roof off.' After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, 'A barrowful will do, to begin with.'<br /><br />'A barrowful of WHAT?' thought Alice; but she had not long to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window, and some of them hit her in the face. 'I'll put a stop to this,' she said to herself, and shouted out, 'You'd better not do that again!' which produced another dead silence.<br /><br />Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her head. 'If I eat one of these cakes,' she thought, 'it's sure to make SOME change in my size; and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose.'<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Honored at The Photography Awards" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EMpIYrLz94LY5eX6QyoqweDTDNRPojgZfxDujOPpqC-_D643XdjR-fptFqOFdIC0G1y9dZiKX6Adu8gvuFf4d6Nk090yHN5KDPmBsn_Eppg4LtAzVyzCnNYgGYBU1NkZrjV7j9hlrPs/s1600/music_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Honored at The Photography Awards" alt="Honored at The Photography Awards" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EMpIYrLz94LY5eX6QyoqweDTDNRPojgZfxDujOPpqC-_D643XdjR-fptFqOFdIC0G1y9dZiKX6Adu8gvuFf4d6Nk090yHN5KDPmBsn_Eppg4LtAzVyzCnNYgGYBU1NkZrjV7j9hlrPs/s1600/music_1.jpg" height="306" width="640" /></a></div><br />So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.<br /><br />'The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, 'is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best plan.'<br /><br />It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how to set about it; and while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.<br />An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. 'Poor little thing!' said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.<br /><br />Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.<br />This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.<br /><br />'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves: 'I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if—if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me see—how IS it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what?'Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-51425730181916384512014-02-02T16:30:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:14.014+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhsTogbgIdSI6CkpUaq9pRW8dF4OblrfwAMNV6CM_kdx3HV9liLd6SkJVFg-9HM0Ak7FpjEv5a-HW0GSP44W_thA03t3oh-etIn0LFvp3tZwqDXI2cBwA5U65b7SId6wzL1TGF3_xZ4Y/s1600/nature_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhsTogbgIdSI6CkpUaq9pRW8dF4OblrfwAMNV6CM_kdx3HV9liLd6SkJVFg-9HM0Ak7FpjEv5a-HW0GSP44W_thA03t3oh-etIn0LFvp3tZwqDXI2cBwA5U65b7SId6wzL1TGF3_xZ4Y/s1600/nature_2.jpg" width="720" /></a></div>"In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the more new kinds of germs became diseases. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as early as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new disease, a thousand times more deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and even by the billion. You see, the micro-organic world remained a mystery to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new germs emerged from it to kill men.<br /><br />"And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated—the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...."<br /><br />It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face.<br /><br /><blockquote>"Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp."</blockquote><br />The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance.<br /><br />"Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser."<br /><br />The old man wiped the tears away on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative.<br /><br />[review]<br />[item review-value="4"]Gameplay[/item]<br />[item review-value="6"]Graphics[/item]<br />[item review-value="10"]Sound[/item]<br />[content title="Summary" label="Overall Score"]My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book Earth in the Balance, and the much more popular Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards but I know you in the future back in our hands.[/content]<br />[/review]Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-30814668281764798472014-02-01T17:54:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:14.108+07:00As I walked, my eyes were bent upon the beach so that it was not until I had come quite upon it that I discovered that which shattered all my beautiful dream of solitude and safety and peace and primal overlordship. The thing was a hollowed log drawn upon the sands, and in the bottom of it lay a crude paddle.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVeDqWiIgSnM31jzs_aGDyRr3UwlFuGgV71jAX530RsLcAASHvKvYRtVzRIMQauoz2SbaW9SShf-iOHS8WvvjPzi9wmQ4aRsUzyWrsWP8NUO3s5fOiJzX2MAZbjKqlISwfLm17xpJhdM/s320/foods_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="About the growing gap profits"><img alt="About the growing gap profits" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVeDqWiIgSnM31jzs_aGDyRr3UwlFuGgV71jAX530RsLcAASHvKvYRtVzRIMQauoz2SbaW9SShf-iOHS8WvvjPzi9wmQ4aRsUzyWrsWP8NUO3s5fOiJzX2MAZbjKqlISwfLm17xpJhdM/s320/foods_5.jpg" title="About the growing gap profits" width="250" /></a></div>The rude shock of awakening to what doubtless might prove some new form of danger was still upon me when I heard a rattling of loose stones from the direction of the bluff, and turning my eyes in that direction I beheld the author of the disturbance, a great copper-colored man, running rapidly toward me.<br /><br />There was that in the haste with which he came which seemed quite sufficiently menacing, so that I did not need the added evidence of brandishing spear and scowling face to warn me that I was in no safe position, but whither to flee was indeed a momentous question.<br /><br />The speed of the fellow seemed to preclude the possibility of escaping him upon the open beach. There was but a single alternative—the rude skiff—and with a celerity which equaled his, I pushed the thing into the sea and as it floated gave a final shove and clambered in over the end.<br /><br />A cry of rage rose from the owner of the primitive craft, and an instant later his heavy, stone-tipped spear grazed my shoulder and buried itself in the bow of the boat beyond. Then I grasped the paddle, and with feverish haste urged the awkward, wobbly thing out upon the surface of the sea.<br /><br />A glance over my shoulder showed me that the copper-colored one had plunged in after me and was swimming rapidly in pursuit. His mighty strokes bade fair to close up the distance between us in short order, for at best I could make but slow progress with my unfamiliar craft, which nosed stubbornly in every direction but that which I desired to follow, so that fully half my energy was expended in turning its blunt prow back into the course.<br /><br />[pgallery] [img alt="flower" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZPHF7tSre3reQW9SIBmenk-bCW3SpJVYhHPeF1gk2j5xJHUnvuOPjChN4vq-HsnuJqruBg0VSyyJoaAsHfL8cLyMLfjPtpv3-d86O56n73gEygcNMVPBt-K_IQURrEAPPCqgf2S6_IwM/s320/foods_3.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEy4vpyaQYnD5uIXxxkvhUrpJwyW60N7smwB4Ct5J812__GP1pjO254DpY2wrhZEuoNae77voZ11nKh0kju0UTyb6IFG_7ZhDj7w_qnEZkxIqKTntDkYvctTkO6JPZ2ZuqqI30vaBQog/s1600/foods_4.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie-PPt1vDnRANgdLZPAB9hwIg-NKTO79T5_fkgPa8rzcp6ZHAbhXI_qVRxEYpUsZNj9e2zoUcK69bgvDpMGGd6tWMuBYr8MnX9ZNy7hPGBdjgq8rP5Jeoq-SzqZUbjruAq_jSFS2HUWY3E/s300/blog-511-700x466.jpg"][/img] [img alt="fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqEQiPO8rzvTpF9fQQJPKziVlluvKPgMwBmREdWRIqmcWqC1piqGJkQvbritwiYoiab7MWoyQmEzQW_XnEepG0SqeTVirsw4sisORZj5U9gVfS4iMltSDZYfMKntvLFFTLahzHyHJoWss/s300/fashion4-700x357.jpg"][/img] [img alt="other fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4tYj6gUADvSDwyEXGKRqhsYBgIRkMhUZmr4nbXVENnR7QvHrkdiLQc4so_6yiWrUphdLDrTG7o0y3g7uaG4UFZnlUCqlKTV6IQSavyssCCa7TmByG88x5fkLpz9NbaVxz0rNAbbfnsU/s1600/foods_6.jpg"][/img] [img alt="cars" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipl1013iNnlwm3w9FiGtwQ8SbvWigJP5-qxBBqcB2Lb5GxHjVpvdsZ9BoxNBwIBIPPHlahIKkJLXu0fGCHuL_DjhDpCiOtdqmVUtzDq9255TEq8TJXlqRFQsclA8KTgs4e7W5IVXVabz_T/s300/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg"][/img] [/pgallery] <br /><br />I had covered some hundred yards from shore when it became evident that my pursuer must grasp the stern of the skiff within the next half-dozen strokes. In a frenzy of despair, I bent to the grandfather of all paddles in a hopeless effort to escape, and still the copper giant behind me gained and gained.<br />His hand was reaching upward for the stern when I saw a sleek, sinuous body shoot from the depths below. The man saw it too, and the look of terror that overspread his face assured me that I need have no further concern as to him, for the fear of certain death was in his look.<br /><br />And then about him coiled the great, slimy folds of a hideous monster of that prehistoric deep—a mighty serpent of the sea, with fanged jaws, and darting forked tongue, with bulging eyes, and bony protuberances upon head and snout that formed short, stout horns.<br /><br />As I looked at that hopeless struggle my eyes met those of the doomed man, and I could have sworn that in his I saw an expression of hopeless appeal. But whether I did or not there swept through me a sudden compassion for the fellow. He was indeed a brother-man, and that he might have killed me with pleasure had he caught me was forgotten in the extremity of his danger.Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-70554187071901130102014-01-22T17:51:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:14.203+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU8Sh9eQDZsyR3d2IOh_P_J-bZDcD9QYiyJY6b0rIvaRx8hghIhXu9ogbtwcnT6Vo_csDXxGvfAx0jlXuUvhnTmgZK0jYSicxUqPOcC4q2hyphenhyphenYEOaw3mBSODXMXHCzB1N5lsGLsc8JUR-Y/s320/city_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia" alt="Visit The Beautiful Sea Island Of Georgia" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU8Sh9eQDZsyR3d2IOh_P_J-bZDcD9QYiyJY6b0rIvaRx8hghIhXu9ogbtwcnT6Vo_csDXxGvfAx0jlXuUvhnTmgZK0jYSicxUqPOcC4q2hyphenhyphenYEOaw3mBSODXMXHCzB1N5lsGLsc8JUR-Y/s320/city_3.jpg" height="324" width="720" /></a></div><br />At dawn on the 13th the Carnatic entered the port of Yokohama. This is an important port of call in the Pacific, where all the mail-steamers, and those carrying travellers between North America, China, Japan, and the Oriental islands put in. It is situated in the bay of Yeddo, and at but a short distance from that second capital of the Japanese Empire, and the residence of the Tycoon, the civil Emperor, before the Mikado, the spiritual Emperor, absorbed his office in his own. The Carnatic anchored at the quay near the custom-house, in the midst of a crowd of ships bearing the flags of all nations.<br /><br />Passepartout went timidly ashore on this so curious territory of the Sons of the Sun. He had nothing better to do than, taking chance for his guide, to wander aimlessly through the streets of Yokohama. He found himself at first in a thoroughly European quarter, the houses having low fronts, and being adorned with verandas, beneath which he caught glimpses of neat peristyles. This quarter occupied, with its streets, squares, docks, and warehouses, all the space between the "promontory of the Treaty" and the river. Here, as at Hong Kong and Calcutta, were mixed crowds of all races, Americans and English, Chinamen and Dutchmen, mostly merchants ready to buy or sell anything. The Frenchman felt himself as much alone among them as if he had dropped down in the midst of Hottentots.<br /><br />He had, at least, one resource to call on the French and English consuls at Yokohama for assistance. But he shrank from telling the story of his adventures, intimately connected as it was with that of his master; and, before doing so, he determined to exhaust all other means of aid. As chance did not favour him in the European quarter, he penetrated that inhabited by the native Japanese, determined, if necessary, to push on to Yeddo.<br /><br />The Japanese quarter of Yokohama is called Benten, after the goddess of the sea, who is worshipped on the islands round about. There Passepartout beheld beautiful fir and cedar groves, sacred gates of a singular architecture, bridges half hid in the midst of bamboos and reeds, temples shaded by immense cedar-trees, holy retreats where were sheltered Buddhist priests and sectaries of Confucius, and interminable streets, where a perfect harvest of rose-tinted and red-cheeked children, who looked as if they had been cut out of Japanese screens, and who were playing in the midst of short-legged poodles and yellowish cats, might have been gathered.<br /><br />The streets were crowded with people. Priests were passing in processions, beating their dreary tambourines; police and custom-house officers with pointed hats encrusted with lac and carrying two sabres hung to their waists; soldiers, clad in blue cotton with white stripes, and bearing guns; the Mikado's guards, enveloped in silken doubles, hauberks and coats of mail; and numbers of military folk of all ranks—for the military profession is as much respected in Japan as it is despised in China—went hither and thither in groups and pairs. Passepartout saw, too, begging friars, long-robed pilgrims, and simple civilians, with their warped and jet-black hair, big heads, long busts, slender legs, short stature, and complexions varying from copper-colour to a dead white, but never yellow, like the Chinese, from whom the Japanese widely differ. He did not fail to observe the curious equipages—carriages and palanquins, barrows supplied with sails, and litters made of bamboo; nor the women—whom he thought not especially handsome—who took little steps with their little feet, whereon they wore canvas shoes, straw sandals, and clogs of worked wood, and who displayed tight-looking eyes, flat chests, teeth fashionably blackened, and gowns crossed with silken scarfs, tied in an enormous knot behind an ornament which the modern Parisian ladies seem to have borrowed from the dames of Japan.<br /><br />Passepartout wandered for several hours in the midst of this motley crowd, looking in at the windows of the rich and curious shops, the jewellery establishments glittering with quaint Japanese ornaments, the restaurants decked with streamers and banners, the tea-houses, where the odorous beverage was being drunk with saki, a liquor concocted from the fermentation of rice, and the comfortable smoking-houses, where they were puffing, not opium, which is almost unknown in Japan, but a very fine, stringy tobacco. He went on till he found himself in the fields, in the midst of vast rice plantations. There he saw dazzling camellias expanding themselves, with flowers which were giving forth their last colours and perfumes, not on bushes, but on trees, and within bamboo enclosures, cherry, plum, and apple trees, which the Japanese cultivate rather for their blossoms than their fruit, and which queerly-fashioned, grinning scarecrows protected from the sparrows, pigeons, ravens, and other voracious birds. On the branches of the cedars were perched large eagles; amid the foliage of the weeping willows were herons, solemnly standing on one leg; and on every hand were crows, ducks, hawks, wild birds, and a multitude of cranes, which the Japanese consider sacred, and which to their minds symbolise long life and prosperity.Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-11792863513648118752014-01-14T16:27:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:14.299+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIv5IXwupBnDmls62l1UC0V6b8SlKXbsx9APrMx03ai-6L6Kg0ZN3Ne6JDU7ynNg9-oQnqmik5Un_kvGsGDigX-yaqLax9-6Fwa8NBztS8KGUjQhKRNVcFkOgOYOnx9d8DXAhyphenhyphen4oqS-DI/s1600/people_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIv5IXwupBnDmls62l1UC0V6b8SlKXbsx9APrMx03ai-6L6Kg0ZN3Ne6JDU7ynNg9-oQnqmik5Un_kvGsGDigX-yaqLax9-6Fwa8NBztS8KGUjQhKRNVcFkOgOYOnx9d8DXAhyphenhyphen4oqS-DI/s1600/people_3.jpg" height="306" width="800" /></a></div><br />Fix emerged from his cabin and went on deck. Passepartout was promenading up and down in the forward part of the steamer. The detective rushed forward with every appearance of extreme surprise, and exclaimed, "You here, on the Rangoon?"<br /><br />"What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board?" returned the really astonished Passepartout, recognising his crony of the Mongolia. "Why, I left you at Bombay, and here you are, on the way to Hong Kong! Are you going round the world too?"<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"No, no," replied Fix; "I shall stop at Hong Kong—at least for some days."</blockquote><br />"Hum!" said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant perplexed. "But how is it I have not seen you on board since we left Calcutta?"<br /><br />"Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness—I've been staying in my berth. The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. Fogg?"<br /><br />"As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time! But, Monsieur Fix, you don't know that we have a young lady with us."<br /><br />"A young lady?" replied the detective, not seeming to comprehend what was said.<br />Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda's history, the affair at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for two thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest, and sentence of the Calcutta court, and the restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to liberty on bail. Fix, who was familiar with the last events, seemed to be equally ignorant of all that Passepartout related; and the later was charmed to find so interested a listener.<br /><br />"But does your master propose to carry this young woman to Europe?"<br /><br />"Not at all. We are simply going to place her under the protection of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong Kong."Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-53757481079413718612014-01-06T17:47:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:14.398+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HhErTcMpItK43tPRUtOUvpCmLv7X5_04TnXIQ-gB2zFJD2ucjd7ZxTPoGYyuue9nwg2YM7WBLh2GBl4Nze6jNsOIIdy-s2PE_wswAefVhBafzUetMLBD06bqJDOMBWkWhaLo6cjtLlRx/s1600/google-glass-700x357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now" alt="Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HhErTcMpItK43tPRUtOUvpCmLv7X5_04TnXIQ-gB2zFJD2ucjd7ZxTPoGYyuue9nwg2YM7WBLh2GBl4Nze6jNsOIIdy-s2PE_wswAefVhBafzUetMLBD06bqJDOMBWkWhaLo6cjtLlRx/s1600/google-glass-700x357.jpg" /></a></div><br />The storm burst upon us six years ago now. As Mars approached opposition, Lavelle of Java set the wires of the astronomical exchange palpitating with the amazing intelligence of a huge outbreak of incandescent gas upon the planet. It had occurred towards midnight of the twelfth; and the spectroscope, to which he had at once resorted, indicated a mass of flaming gas, chiefly hydrogen, moving with an enormous velocity towards this earth. This jet of fire had become invisible about a quarter past twelve. He compared it to a colossal puff of flame suddenly and violently squirted out of the planet, "as flaming gases rushed out of a gun."<br /><br />In spite of all that has happened since, I still remember that vigil very distinctly: the black and silent observatory, the shadowed lantern throwing a feeble glow upon the floor in the corner, the steady ticking of the clockwork of the telescope, the little slit in the roof--an oblong profundity with the stardust streaked across it. Ogilvy moved about, invisible but audible. Looking through the telescope, one saw a circle of deep blue and the little round planet swimming in the field. It seemed such a little thing, so bright and small and still, faintly marked with transverse stripes, and slightly flattened from the perfect round. But so little it was, so silvery warm--a pin's-head of light! It was as if it quivered, but really this was the telescope vibrating with the activity of the clockwork that kept the planet in view.<br /><br />As I watched, the planet seemed to grow larger and smaller and to advance and recede, but that was simply that my eye was tired. Forty millions of miles it was from us--more than forty millions of miles of void. Few people realise the immensity of vacancy in which the dust of the material universe swims.<br /><br />Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space. You know how that blackness looks on a frosty starlight night. In a telescope it seems far profounder. And invisible to me because it was so remote and small, flying swiftly and steadily towards me across that incredible distance, drawing nearer every minute by so many thousands of miles, came the Thing they were sending us, the Thing that was to bring so much struggle and calamity and death to the earth. I never dreamed of it then as I watched; no one on earth dreamed of that unerring missile.<br /><br />That night, too, there was another jetting out of gas from the distant planet. I saw it. A reddish flash at the edge, the slightest projection of the outline just as the chronometer struck midnight; and at that I told Ogilvy and he took my place. The night was warm and I was thirsty, and I went stretching my legs clumsily and feeling my way in the darkness, to the little table where the siphon stood, while Ogilvy exclaimed at the streamer of gas that came out towards us.<br /><br />That night another invisible missile started on its way to the earth from Mars, just a second or so under twenty-four hours after the first one. I remember how I sat on the table there in the blackness, with patches of green and crimson swimming before my eyes. I wished I had a light to smoke by, little suspecting the meaning of the minute gleam I had seen and all that it would presently bring me. Ogilvy watched till one, and then gave it up; and we lit the lantern and walked over to his house. Down below in the darkness were Ottershaw and Chertsey and all their hundreds of people, sleeping in peace.<br /><br /><blockquote>"An' you ain't never seen bad luck," Edwin concluded triumphantly. "You're just as bad as Granser and his germs. You believe in what you don't see. Go on, Granser."</blockquote>He was full of speculation that night about the condition of Mars, and scoffed at the vulgar idea of its having inhabitants who were signalling us. His idea was that meteorites might be falling in a heavy shower upon the planet, or that a huge volcanic explosion was in progress. He pointed out to me how unlikely it was that organic evolution had taken the same direction in the two adjacent planets.<br />"The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one," he said.<br /><br />Hundreds of observers saw the flame that night and the night after about midnight, and again the night after; and so for ten nights, a flame each night. Why the shots ceased after the tenth no one on earth has attempted to explain. It may be the gases of the firing caused the Martians inconvenience. Dense clouds of smoke or dust, visible through a powerful telescope on earth as little grey, fluctuating patches, spread through the clearness of the planet's atmosphere and obscured its more familiar features.Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-18935154472266598322013-12-31T17:44:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:14.494+07:00Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a jack-knife gently whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming to himself in his heathenish way.<br /><br />But being now interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page—as I fancied—stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him, and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. He would then begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited.<br /><br />[bgallery] [img alt="cars" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzmZ5aTeu_C3UIgHMcf8ys8bmaISoTNme9wq22Gbd-7NBSf1AL-dx3XfOjEj7USkSSuZEKOqjFzzsOBB-3LFhf_BZSFhz6xjpEEKkw14idZAPN8-z7yIryrn41B9qgUEDpuSx9Koq-S0/s1600/cars_2.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWj0X9H0Kv9naSGEGkx9IDb8-3Gvd_cTdeeWlfO5qxBh09I3LqOhXdcwoThxWjYs1CAXbebFOTeHzDhmj7SxjsG5bVzM6_xqW02dhFKZCvNoiO_LOOEOc2ijzduGfrI1ylT5Gt4LMIiOo/s1600/cars_4.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm1CqQedW6NHrjR1ATv5oOawmAIW3rLhVgFsQFHYlzzlzDQVpH9TdCxXXgyPXh4BbsIa9EDLIjUT1QtuhwItnGDVAHlSXdaZsX18wgm-zVIrIofvOs5A4sewhgezocccHXbhp8_9ij2C0/s1600/cars_5.jpg"][/img] [img alt="fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNK1JxsWQlz3AawBE0Ou17g8F4Rcy0prhis4mCOCzkUyYuxfC1aso29kixWAZ2_CvlN8YmiCU6J_Mih-woRrmATS9YBtXt13zgx2Z6bUxG8oO6kgeiBahTyfn8anwQ3OYWuZcbaXOrmVw/s1600/cars_6.jpg"][/img] [img alt="flower" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8I3FlboqM1LQOaMkcFl_Drjw-rEVTO2G2Q3Q0DqPI5Dl0O86IET_P0rS3pP_koOsU6mKwM6m5vDa-xd7J7RaHjKHMfCFyxuH3KWRbiNb-l7MG92J0JFlOD5xZZ-428wLS4CtDFdDo_oA/s1600/cars_7.jpg"][/img] [/bgallery] <br />With much interest I sat watching him. Savage though he was, and hideously marred about the face—at least to my taste—his countenance yet had a something in it which was by no means disagreeable. You cannot hide the soul. Through all his unearthly tattooings, I thought I saw the traces of a simple honest heart; and in his large, deep eyes, fiery black and bold, there seemed tokens of a spirit that would dare a thousand devils. And besides all this, there was a certain lofty bearing about the Pagan, which even his uncouthness could not altogether maim. He looked like a man who had never cringed and never had had a creditor. Whether it was, too, that his head being shaved, his forehead was drawn out in freer and brighter relief, and looked more expansive than it otherwise would, this I will not venture to decide; but certain it was his head was phrenologically an excellent one. It may seem ridiculous, but it reminded me of General Washington's head, as seen in the popular busts of him. It had the same long regularly graded retreating slope from above the brows, which were likewise very projecting, like two long promontories thickly wooded on top. Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Spotify launching Top 50 charts" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwvazSzSRjnMBkshTA_oiuoUNuzbNID2eBemBtKbjn_3msoV4Vo9xFQ_0q7kLssN4-gqaRl5QIiVwZ30l-jheZb2utfbGh4gH9mPUrCGyIUIHyH3J-qv8uB8YZCi5IMx7JPDa_fcJAJx8/s1600/cars_3.jpg"><img border="0" title="Spotify launching Top 50 charts" width="400" alt="Spotify launching Top 50 charts" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwvazSzSRjnMBkshTA_oiuoUNuzbNID2eBemBtKbjn_3msoV4Vo9xFQ_0q7kLssN4-gqaRl5QIiVwZ30l-jheZb2utfbGh4gH9mPUrCGyIUIHyH3J-qv8uB8YZCi5IMx7JPDa_fcJAJx8/s1600/cars_3.jpg" /></a></div><br />Whilst I was thus closely scanning him, half-pretending meanwhile to be looking out at the storm from the casement, he never heeded my presence, never troubled himself with so much as a single glance; but appeared wholly occupied with counting the pages of the marvellous book. Considering how sociably we had been sleeping together the night previous, and especially considering the affectionate arm I had found thrown over me upon waking in the morning, I thought this indifference of his very strange. But savages are strange beings; at times you do not know exactly how to take them. At first they are overawing; their calm self-collectedness of simplicity seems a Socratic wisdom. I had noticed also that Queequeg never consorted at all, or but very little, with the other seamen in the inn. He made no advances whatever; appeared to have no desire to enlarge the circle of his acquaintances. All this struck me as mighty singular; yet, upon second thoughts, there was something almost sublime in it. Here was a man some twenty thousand miles from home, by the way of Cape Horn, that is—which was the only way he could get there—thrown among people as strange to him as though he were in the planet Jupiter; and yet he seemed entirely at his ease; preserving the utmost serenity; content with his own companionship; always equal to himself. Surely this was a touch of fine philosophy; though no doubt he had never heard there was such a thing as that. But, perhaps, to be true philosophers, we mortals should not be conscious of so living or so striving. So soon as I hear that such or such a man gives himself out for a philosopher, I conclude that, like the dyspeptic old woman, he must have "broken his digester."<br /><br />As I sat there in that now lonely room; the fire burning low, in that mild stage when, after its first intensity has warmed the air, it then only glows to be looked at; the evening shades and phantoms gathering round the casements, and peering in upon us silent, solitary twain; the storm booming without in solemn swells; I began to be sensible of strange feelings. I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it. There he sat, his very indifference speaking a nature in which there lurked no civilized hypocrisies and bland deceits. Wild he was; a very sight of sights to see; yet I began to feel myself mysteriously drawn towards him. And those same things that would have repelled most others, they were the very magnets that thus drew me. I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy. I drew my bench near him, and made some friendly signs and hints, doing my best to talk with him meanwhile. At first he little noticed these advances; but presently, upon my referring to his last night's hospitalities, he made out to ask me whether we were again to be bedfellows. I told him yes; whereat I thought he looked pleased, perhaps a little complimented.Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-85262199192931837932013-12-12T17:39:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:14.591+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Become a Professional DJ With Jane" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1z9qbfkrRnsGMtXP35ASoKA4znzH2Qo3Wt_Q5SXQ7ZfLzOpSAagI1jD_3gezXTnVUWjOzxTXeHXc7DFQztLe4pWdogjplIoUd3GRGPb0KBKfLkoRE7Di3-psB3sy9-1x86x93S5z5Ua_n/s1600/5138037389_cd13e45211_b1-702x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Become a Professional DJ With Jane" border="0" alt="Become a Professional DJ With Jane" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1z9qbfkrRnsGMtXP35ASoKA4znzH2Qo3Wt_Q5SXQ7ZfLzOpSAagI1jD_3gezXTnVUWjOzxTXeHXc7DFQztLe4pWdogjplIoUd3GRGPb0KBKfLkoRE7Di3-psB3sy9-1x86x93S5z5Ua_n/s1600/5138037389_cd13e45211_b1-702x336.jpg" height="306" width="640" /></a></div><br />'That WAS a narrow escape!' said Alice, a good deal frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence; 'and now for the garden!' and she ran with all speed back to the little door: but, alas! the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before, 'and things are worse than ever,' thought the poor child, 'for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declare it's too bad, that it is!'<br /><br />As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that case I can go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.<br /><br />'I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.'<br /><br />Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.<br /><br />'Would it be of any use, now,' thought Alice, 'to speak to this mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in trying.' So she began: 'O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!' (Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, 'A mouse—of a mouse—to a mouse—a mouse—O mouse!') The Mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it said nothing.<br /><br />'Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice; 'I daresay it's a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.' (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: 'Ou est ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. 'Oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings. 'I quite forgot you didn't like cats.'<br /><br />'Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. 'Would YOU like cats if you were me?'<br />'Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: 'don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the pool, 'and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face—and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse—and she's such a capital one for catching mice—oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. 'We won't talk about her any more if you'd rather not.'<br /><br />'We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail. 'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always HATED cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name again!'<br /><br />'I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject of conversation. 'Are you—are you fond—of—of dogs?' The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: 'There is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things—I can't remember half of them—and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the rats and—oh dear!' cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, 'I'm afraid I've offended it again!' For the Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it went.Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-29813750364338537402013-12-05T16:12:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:14.685+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8jF0mE_BT_uD9a55AK6w2uubw_IoHifsCgn9-LWjksVqjgFXdGVIv1AZbCjLR5cC-AJ-loVGpn-mjAM5CseZQTLL029b3hRnFMgjPuLSsSUTqDV919FCEBKy9sQN-ovkMTvv9hK80iM/s1600/nature_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8jF0mE_BT_uD9a55AK6w2uubw_IoHifsCgn9-LWjksVqjgFXdGVIv1AZbCjLR5cC-AJ-loVGpn-mjAM5CseZQTLL029b3hRnFMgjPuLSsSUTqDV919FCEBKy9sQN-ovkMTvv9hK80iM/s1600/nature_1.jpg" height="306" width="640" /></a></div>"This, shipmates, this is that other lesson; and woe to that pilot of the living God who slights it. Woe to him whom this world charms from Gospel duty! Woe to him who seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God has brewed them into a gale! Woe to him who seeks to please rather than to appal! Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness! Woe to him who, in this world, courts not dishonour! Woe to him who would not be true, even though to be false were salvation! Yea, woe to him who, as the great Pilot Paul has it, while preaching to others is himself a castaway!"<br /><br />He dropped and fell away from himself for a moment; then lifting his face to them again, showed a deep joy in his eyes, as he cried out with a heavenly enthusiasm,—"But oh! shipmates! on the starboard hand of every woe, there is a sure delight; and higher the top of that delight, than the bottom of the woe is deep. Is not the main-truck higher than the kelson is low? Delight is to him—a far, far upward, and inward delight—who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self. Delight is to him whose strong arms yet support him, when the ship of this base treacherous world has gone down beneath him. Delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin though he pluck it out from under the robes of Senators and Judges. Delight,—top-gallant delight is to him, who acknowledges no law or lord, but the Lord his God, and is only a patriot to heaven. Delight is to him, whom all the waves of the billows of the seas of the boisterous mob can never shake from this sure Keel of the Ages. And eternal delight and deliciousness will be his, who coming to lay him down, can say with his final breath—O Father!—chiefly known to me by Thy rod—mortal or immortal, here I die. I have striven to be Thine, more than to be this world's, or mine own. Yet this is nothing: I leave eternity to Thee; for what is man that he should live out the lifetime of his God?"<br /><br /><blockquote>He said no more, but slowly waving a benediction, covered his face with his hands, and so remained kneeling, till all the people had departed, and he was left alone in the place.</blockquote><br />Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a jack-knife gently whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming to himself in his heathenish way.<br /><br />But being now interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page—as I fancied—stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him, and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. He would then begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited.Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-77877603906518054582013-12-02T17:37:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:14.779+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Portland is known as one of the most bicycle friendly cities" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_8VbhIzlzzsh0Z-VPRA2E7v9BHEVcVSIk4h7WnOm91PuSxNbrv7whm8Pxl9i4iFH2XeDLc0zoW_zSfJKDdZ_MuY9aIlGbjHMMTlimPcwDFIVgymCcVbi6Sf2bZbhaSNEDS7ZbrORP4o/s1600/people_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Portland is known as one of the most bicycle friendly cities" alt="Portland is known as one of the most bicycle friendly cities" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_8VbhIzlzzsh0Z-VPRA2E7v9BHEVcVSIk4h7WnOm91PuSxNbrv7whm8Pxl9i4iFH2XeDLc0zoW_zSfJKDdZ_MuY9aIlGbjHMMTlimPcwDFIVgymCcVbi6Sf2bZbhaSNEDS7ZbrORP4o/s1600/people_5.jpg" height="326" width="720" /></a></div>But to my astonishment I discovered that with death staring him in the face Abner Perry was transformed into a new being. From his lips there flowed—not prayer—but a clear and limpid stream of undiluted profanity, and it was all directed at that quietly stubborn piece of unyielding mechanism.<br />"I should think, Perry," I chided, "that a man of your professed religiousness would rather be at his prayers than cursing in the presence of imminent death."<br /><br />"Death!" he cried. "Death is it that appalls you? That is nothing by comparison with the loss the world must suffer. Why, David within this iron cylinder we have demonstrated possibilities that science has scarce dreamed. We have harnessed a new principle, and with it animated a piece of steel with the power of ten thousand men. That two lives will be snuffed out is nothing to the world calamity that entombs in the bowels of the earth the discoveries that I have made and proved in the successful construction of the thing that is now carrying us farther and farther toward the eternal central fires."<br /><br />I am frank to admit that for myself I was much more concerned with our own immediate future than with any problematic loss which the world might be about to suffer. The world was at least ignorant of its bereavement, while to me it was a real and terrible actuality.<br /><br />"What can we do?" I asked, hiding my perturbation beneath the mask of a low and level voice.<br />"We may stop here, and die of asphyxiation when our atmosphere tanks are empty," replied Perry, "or we may continue on with the slight hope that we may later sufficiently deflect the prospector from the vertical to carry us along the arc of a great circle which must eventually return us to the surface. If we succeed in so doing before we reach the higher internal temperature we may even yet survive. There would seem to me to be about one chance in several million that we shall succeed—otherwise we shall die more quickly but no more surely than as though we sat supinely waiting for the torture of a slow and horrible death."<br /><br />I glanced at the thermometer. It registered 110 degrees. While we were talking the mighty iron mole had bored its way over a mile into the rock of the earth's crust.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Let us continue on, then," I replied. "It should soon be over at this rate. You never intimated that the speed of this thing would be so high, Perry. Didn't you know it?"</blockquote><br />"No," he answered. "I could not figure the speed exactly, for I had no instrument for measuring the mighty power of my generator. I reasoned, however, that we should make about five hundred yards an hour."Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-34009875915883545042013-11-30T17:33:00.002+07:002020-12-22T09:12:23.128+07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="Network technologies would give us more powerfull servers" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1sGc0ZGm_HDM_phdFWJkUtkZIFVTnIWdPe7cSDXNffbOE7qw2mXzSykFyyVSHpO9CjcfM5damXjdAZoc5WUpYhGpT0doXoGSVJ92biEjmbT6EyvpOW97ZzLklaExOWfw2g4cn5ByUPCp8/s1600/iStock_000018149011_Medium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="Network technologies would give us more powerfull servers" alt="Network technologies would give us more powerfull servers" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1sGc0ZGm_HDM_phdFWJkUtkZIFVTnIWdPe7cSDXNffbOE7qw2mXzSykFyyVSHpO9CjcfM5damXjdAZoc5WUpYhGpT0doXoGSVJ92biEjmbT6EyvpOW97ZzLklaExOWfw2g4cn5ByUPCp8/s1600/iStock_000018149011_Medium.jpg" height="426" width="640" /></a></div>"Did I not tell you that we of the ruling class owned all the land, all the forest, everything? Any food-getter who would not get food for us, him we punished or compelled to starve to death. And very few did that. They preferred to get food for us, and make clothes for us, and prepare and administer to us a thousand—a mussel-shell, Hoo-Hoo—a thousand satisfactions and delights. And I was Professor Smith in those days—Professor James Howard Smith. And my lecture courses were very popular—that is, very many of the young men and women liked to hear me talk about the books other men had written.<br /><br />"And I was very happy, and I had beautiful things to eat. And my hands were soft, because I did no work with them, and my body was clean all over and dressed in the softest garments—<br />"He surveyed his mangy goat-skin with disgust.<br /><br />"We did not wear such things in those days. Even the slaves had better garments. And we were most clean. We washed our faces and hands often every day. You boys never wash unless you fall into the water or go swimming."<br /><br />"Neither do you Granzer," Hoo-Hoo retorted.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="removing blade server in high" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1QV6yZA5P5VUq7HGEjKlL53SQ3hgDNbJOBuKY8TxyP6mFdSyNhRCfptWyAxPLwwWy48fAv70LIlEbtnmt9eyn8S3p5w_qlQqFUk-qN9aCaQr6TAbahjbPPRlNCHxpb-Hs0UU9e2tMrEO/s1600/removing-blade-server-in-high-density-facility.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img title="removing blade server in high" alt="removing blade server in high" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1QV6yZA5P5VUq7HGEjKlL53SQ3hgDNbJOBuKY8TxyP6mFdSyNhRCfptWyAxPLwwWy48fAv70LIlEbtnmt9eyn8S3p5w_qlQqFUk-qN9aCaQr6TAbahjbPPRlNCHxpb-Hs0UU9e2tMrEO/s1600/removing-blade-server-in-high-density-facility.jpg" height="212" width="320" /></a></div>"I know, I know, I am a filthy old man, but times have changed. Nobody washes these days, there are no conveniences. It is sixty years since I have seen a piece of soap.<br /><br />"You do not know what soap is, and I shall not tell you, for I am telling the story of the Scarlet Death. You know what sickness is. We called it a disease. Very many of the diseases came from what we called germs. Remember that word—germs. A germ is a very small thing. It is like a woodtick, such as you find on the dogs in the spring of the year when they run in the forest. Only the germ is very small. It is so small that you cannot see it—"<br /><br /><blockquote>Hoo-Hoo began to laugh.</blockquote><br />"You're a queer un, Granser, talking about things you can't see. If you can't see 'em, how do you know they are? That's what I want to know. How do you know anything you can't see?"<br />"A good question, a very good question, Hoo-Hoo. But we did see—some of them. We had what we called microscopes and ultramicroscopes, and we put them to our eyes and looked through them, so that we saw things larger than they really were, and many things we could not see without the microscopes at all. Our best ultramicroscopes could make a germ look forty thousand times larger. A mussel-shell is a thousand fingers like Edwin's. Take forty mussel-shells, and by as many times larger was the germ when we looked at it through a microscope. And after that, we had other ways, by using what we called moving pictures, of making the forty-thousand-times germ many, many thousand times larger still. And thus we saw all these things which our eyes of themselves could not see. Take a grain of sand. Break it into ten pieces. Take one piece and break it into ten. Break one of those pieces into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of those into ten, and do it all day, and maybe, by sunset, you will have a piece as small as one of the germs." The boys were openly incredulous. Hare-Lip sniffed and sneered and Hoo-Hoo snickered, until Edwin nudged them to be silent.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a title="server in high" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXaKvfwEBqCnXBWZU4UWU0Em4fnCbsCs2jByxdeKwDmicd0B-nDQC8v4HY9C4kZ9LQbsQiXUY-lOdEtV8pId1W5mGFvXiyT33mfFvghoo5P4hF6jdgvIRLhuzgSxnAr9Cq3ikPDU2ngGOC/s1600/100920-yahoo-fig1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img title="server in high" alt="server in high" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXaKvfwEBqCnXBWZU4UWU0Em4fnCbsCs2jByxdeKwDmicd0B-nDQC8v4HY9C4kZ9LQbsQiXUY-lOdEtV8pId1W5mGFvXiyT33mfFvghoo5P4hF6jdgvIRLhuzgSxnAr9Cq3ikPDU2ngGOC/s1600/100920-yahoo-fig1.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div>The incubators are built in remote fastnesses, where there is little or no likelihood of their being discovered by other tribes. The result of such a catastrophe would mean no children in the community for another five years. I was later to witness the results of the discovery of an alien incubator.<br />The community of which the green Martians with whom my lot was cast formed a part was composed of some thirty thousand souls. They roamed an enormous tract of arid and semi-arid land between forty and eighty degrees south latitude, and bounded on the east and west by two large fertile tracts. Their headquarters lay in the southwest corner of this district, near the crossing of two of the so-called Martian canals.<br /><br />As the incubator had been placed far north of their own territory in a supposedly uninhabited and unfrequented area, we had before us a tremendous journey, concerning which I, of course, knew nothing.<br /><br />After our return to the dead city I passed several days in comparative idleness. On the day following our return all the warriors had ridden forth early in the morning and had not returned until just before darkness fell. As I later learned, they had been to the subterranean vaults in which the eggs were kept and had transported them to the incubator, which they had then walled up for another five years, and which, in all probability, would not be visited again during that period.Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8638243018589222010.post-8527947352186080942013-11-16T17:27:00.002+07:002020-12-03T16:33:14.969+07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a title="Make The Perfect Dessert in Ten Mins" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JENZgyoMlzlstNIoV6OzTz0dQQR5B1U1V_ZFyXNV34WVQtgVPvEo_P7UyKkoklYDxKnpZqUdbBYK-XYiXtVduBEv5nWWKkIVm-lZf57NnvEFz_SeNJm2CEzJdjSepdWMgKDaiEIb0Zc/s1600/foods_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img title="Make The Perfect Dessert in Ten Mins" alt="Make The Perfect Dessert in Ten Mins" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9JENZgyoMlzlstNIoV6OzTz0dQQR5B1U1V_ZFyXNV34WVQtgVPvEo_P7UyKkoklYDxKnpZqUdbBYK-XYiXtVduBEv5nWWKkIVm-lZf57NnvEFz_SeNJm2CEzJdjSepdWMgKDaiEIb0Zc/s1600/foods_2.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect Dessert</td></tr></tbody></table>When, an hour later, a Martian appeared beyond the Clock Tower and waded down the river, nothing but wreckage floated above Limehouse.<br /><br />Of the falling of the fifth cylinder I have presently to tell. The sixth star fell at Wimbledon. My brother, keeping watch beside the women in the chaise in a meadow, saw the green flash of it far beyond the hills. On Tuesday the little party, still set upon getting across the sea, made its way through the swarming country towards Colchester. The news that the Martians were now in possession of the whole of London was confirmed. They had been seen at Highgate, and even, it was said, at Neasden. But they did not come into my brother's view until the morrow.<br /><br />That day the scattered multitudes began to realise the urgent need of provisions. As they grew hungry the rights of property ceased to be regarded. Farmers were out to defend their cattle-sheds, granaries, and ripening root crops with arms in their hands. A number of people now, like my brother, had their faces eastward, and there were some desperate souls even going back towards London to get food. These were chiefly people from the northern suburbs, whose knowledge of the Black Smoke came by hearsay. He heard that about half the members of the government had gathered at Birmingham, and that enormous quantities of high explosives were being prepared to be used in automatic mines across the Midland counties.<br /><br />He was also told that the Midland Railway Company had replaced the desertions of the first day's panic, had resumed traffic, and was running northward trains from St. Albans to relieve the congestion of the home counties. There was also a placard in Chipping Ongar announcing that large stores of flour were available in the northern towns and that within twenty-four hours bread would be distributed among the starving people in the neighbourhood. But this intelligence did not deter him from the plan of escape he had formed, and the three pressed eastward all day, and heard no more of the bread distribution than this promise. Nor, as a matter of fact, did anyone else hear more of it. That night fell the seventh star, falling upon Primrose Hill. It fell while Miss Elphinstone was watching, for she took that duty alternately with my brother. She saw it.<br /><br /><blockquote>"Look here, Hare-Lip, you believe in lots of things you can't see."</blockquote><h3>"What is it?" asked the little old woman, and looked, and began to laugh.</h3><ul><li>'I mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone</li><li> And the Gryphon added 'Come, let's hear some of YOUR adventures</li><li>' 'I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly: 'but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then</li><li>' 'Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle</li><li> 'No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: 'explanations take such a dreadful time</li></ul>Konainghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06779075170341081081noreply@blogger.com0