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MISTER MANGE-TOUT TONIGHT WITH JONATHAN ROSS UM TIPO ADAPTADO AO FUTURO CONSEGUE COMER TUDO DESDE BICICLETAS A COMPUTADORES O QUE DEVE DAR JEITO A MUITO INSTITUTO DAQUI A UNS ANOS A DÉCADA DE 90 MAL COMEÇA E JÁ ESTÁ OBSOLETA COMO A ARBALETA NÃO TEM INDIGESTÕES TEM BOAS TRIPAS MUITO ÁCIDO NO ESTÔMAGO PROVAVELMENTE ATÉ HF (FLUORÍDRICO) POIS COME VIDROS

ALÉM DO COMPUTADOR COME UMA ROSA

ASSI EVITA SER ENVENENADO PELO LIXO TÓXICO DO COMPUTADOR

ÀS 5 E 30 FIVE A.M DE CADA MAÑANA VON CHAQUE MORNING

ORDENHO AS VACAS DO CARVALHO

I ORDENO THE VACHES DU CARALHO

EU.....I....AHN ....HANS SOLO ? GAMOS ET CORÇAS ÀS 2HORAS TWO AM

ARE GOING TO WORK DEVEM SER SOVIÉTICAS PRA TRABALHAREM A UMA HORA

DESTAS É FIM DE SEMANA ....SAIMOS DO U.K ÀS 20 HORAS 8 PM DE SEXTA-FEIRA

FRIDAY FREITAG TIME ACORDO NA GERMANY PLA SEGUNDA VEZ ÀS 5 E MEIA

PARA TRABALHAR 15 MINUTOS

ORDENO AS VACAS E OS BOIS

I GIVE ORDERS TO THE COWS AND THE BOYS AND THE BOLSHOI COWBOYS

DEPOIS É DIFÍCIL MAS VOLTAR A ACORDAR ÀS 8 E 15 PARA REORDENAR

O SEGUNDO TURNO DE SUCATEIROS INDA VAI SER MAIS

BRAZIL FROM DEBT TO DOUBT AND BACK FROM THE GETULISMO TO THE RAINBOW OF LULAS DAS SILVAS IN MENSALÃO VON COLLOR DE MELO QUE GAMMA GAMMA GAMMA FUTEBOL É ASSIM MESMO NÉ ...PENSADOR QUE INVENTOU BRASIL E SE ESQUECEU DE DISTRIBUIR OS DIVIDENDOS DA INVENÇÃO ASSIS NÃO MERMÃO

Pensadores que inventaram o Brasil 

  Narloch defende, QUE PENSADOR QUE INVENTOU BRASIL ERA MENTIROSO PACA.......através de pesquisas históricas, que grande parte das máximas defendidas por estudiosos da história do Brasil são irreais ou distorcidas

EM PORTUGAL PENSADOR É TÃO LERDO

 QUE PRA INVENTAR PORTUGAL

CONTRATOU O FILHO DE UM FRANCÊS 

QUE ASSINAVA DE CRUZ

POLÍTICO PORTUGUÊS É TÃO ESTÚPIDO 

QUE NEM CONSEGUE INVENTAR MENTIRA QUE PEGUE ...

 

Antes de assumir uma cadeira no Senado Federal, em 1983, e assim efetivamente iniciar uma trajetória política culminada por dois mandatos presidenciais consecutivos, Fernando Henrique Cardoso militou no debate público sobretudo por meio de intervenções na imprensa escrita, que o tornaram conhecido fora do âmbito universitário. Alguns artigos, revistos e alterados pelo autor, formam um dos núcleos deste livro, devotado aos intelectuais brasileiros que forjaram a visão de FHC sobre o país, sua identidade e suas grandes questões. Outros textos são inéditos na forma em que publicados agora. Entre estes estão ensaios sobre Joaquim Nabuco, Gilberto Freyre e Raymundo Faoro. O último foi escrito especialmente para o volume; os outros dois serviram de base para conferências, respectivamente, na Academia Brasileira de Letras em março de 2010 e na Feira Literária de Paraty (Flip) em agosto do mesmo ano. Os demais capítulos compõem-se de introduções para a edição de livros de alguns autores, discursos ou homenagens prestadas que foram posteriormente enfeixados em livros.
Nos dezoito textos, FHC dialoga com seus mestres sobre os temas recorrentes que unificam o volume - o embate entre Estado e sociedade civil, o legado da colonização, as vicissitudes da democracia, os entraves ao desenvolvimento econômico, a promoção da justiça social. Mas além da fina análise dos textos, sempre feita com grande verve narrativa, o ex-presidente contextualiza obras e autores, muitas vezes tratando do impacto pessoal que os últimos lhe causaram. De fato, em alguns casos, se trata de afinidades não somente intelectuais - por circunstâncias geracionais e entrecruzamento de vida, FHC se beneficiou do contato direto com vários dos autores cujas obras comenta no livro. É o que ocorre com Florestan Fernandes, de quem foi aluno e assistente antes de serem colegas e vizinhos de rua, assim como com Antonio Candido, também professor e mais tarde colega. Ou ainda Celso Furtado, com quem dividiu uma casa em Santiago nos breves meses em que o grande economista trabalhou na Cepal depois do golpe de 1964, e Caio Prado, que a exemplo de Florestan e Sérgio Buarque fez parte da banca de doutorado do futuro presidente, e com ele conviveu no final dos anos 1950 e inícios da década seguinte, quando era o inspirador da Revista Brasiliense, com a qual FHC colaborava, sem falar nas desventuras de militância ao redor do Partidão.
Pensadores que inventaram o Brasil é assim leitura obrigatória para entender as visões que deram forma às tentativas clássicas de explicação do país, e um convite a refletir sobre a relevância dessas análises ante os desafios do futuro

THE THOUSAND NAMES OF SATAN PER SOCRATES O GREGO NO PÊRO DA COVILHAM - NAT-SOZI BETWEEN TWO NAZIS SEDE FELIX ARABIA? KHALIFA HISTER IS NAZI OR NAT-SOZI? THE C.I.A. VON PINOCHET C'EST PLUS NAT-SOZI QUE O ARANZEL DE RAPUNZEL IN RANGEL OR IS IN RANGE L JÁ SE ARRANJA O TOUREL ...THAI NAZI SE CHAMA ASSIS OU ASSAD NATIONAL SOZIALISMUS N'EL ABYSSUM QU'ATRAI AS PALAVRAS PAGAS AOS ABISMOS DE SOLIPISMUS SOLIPSISMOS

NAT-SOZI FICA LOGO AKI Ó ALI BEN ALI

solipsmsio; solipmsosi; solipmosis; solipmoiss; solipssmoi; 

solipssoim; solipmssoi; soliposism; solipiossm;

 solipismos; solipssomi; solipsmois; solipsoism ...

FALANGES ROLANTES DE PALAVRAS

NAT-SOZI IS MORON FELIX?

ALMANEGRA DIACHO DIANGAS DEMOGRE NABU NABO QUE É VEGETAL AFINAL

NABON VISCO NEGRO DA ALMA VIL

ALMA ESCURA ALMA OBSCURA 

ALMA DAS TREVAS QUE NÃO NEGAS 

ASSIS OU ASSAD FALAR COM O DIABO É AQUELE QUE SOZINHO FALA 

DIAGO DEMON DAEMON DIANGRA DECHO DIALHO  

DAR-SE A TODOS OS DIABOS É VENDER-SE A TODOS OS POLÍTICOS 

VOTAR EM TODOS OU ENFURECER-SE COM TODOS...

NUM POVO DE CORNO  MANSO

FICAR BRAVO É SER NAT-SOZI OU NAZI DA CORTE DE SATAN 

POOH SIR TECHNICAL ZEITGEIST IN YOUR PERSONAL BOBOT BY VAN BOT THE IDEAL EARLESS BOBOT BOBON

HER NEEDLEWORK WITH MORPHINE AND HER HOBBY OF KILLING INSECTS....WE'RE BOTH SEX-EQUIPED ........HAS HE RAPED YOU YET? TIK-TOK BY JOHN T.SLADEK 1983 NOW IN PDF SOMEWHERE FOR FREE ....MORE OR LESS BECAUSE ELECTRIC ENERGY IS VERY EXPENSIVE IN ERGS AND DESERT ERGS CARBON FREE
To Tik-Tok of Oz, Talos of Crete,

the Golem of Prague, Olympia of Nuremberg,

Elektro of Westinghouse, Robby of Altair,

Talbot Yancy of America and to all decent,

law-abiding robots everywhere

I stayed a week to train the new servant,

Rivets. Rivets had worked for

pest control people before, and so had a few odd habits

like burning anthills

and stabbing the lawn for moles during spare moments.

I was given a caught bat

in a cage, which I kept because

I liked controlling the freedom of another

creature.

At the end of the week,

Duane was as impossible as ever.

Not only did he

refuse to let me leave

(saying that Rivets wasn't ready yet to take over) he

even began finding chores for me to do around the house.

He came to the garage to watch me paint,

the same sullen look on his

face as on the faces of Jupiter and Henrietta,

as he sat down on a reel of

hose and stared at _Dorian Gray_.

I half-expected him to ask what it was

supposed to be, or tell me what a shitty painter I was.

Finally he stood up.

"By the way, Tik-Tok, the rain gutters are all

clogged up with leaves."

"I'll get Rivets right on it, sir."

"Not Rivets, he's busy. I want you to do it."

"Of course, sir." This couldn't go on,

I thought, as I got out the

ladder and climbed up to the eaves to look into clean,

unclogged gutters.

Duane needed a little lesson.

I made sure no one was watching when I threw

myself down from the ladder.

For several days, while a very expensive

team from Domestic Robots

International worked frantically over me,

I let it be known that I thought I'd

never paint again.

When the combined wrath of Hornby Weatherfield, Barbie and

himself had beaten Duane into the ground,

I made a magical recovery.

My new studio was in the city.

I could come and go to it as I pleased.

The plantation was indeed a long way behind me.

Hear dem tin hands ringin

Robots old and young so gay

Hear dem stomp dere feet

O it am a treat!

Tinfolk laugh and play

We robots who worked in the big house felt ourselves

to be far superior

to the fieldhands, even in our relaxation.

While they hummed and strummed

Stephen Foster imitations, we played charades,

sang madrigals, held spelling

bees and put on amateur revues. Uncle Ras was a skilled

prestidigitator, Miami

a first-class contralto,

and others had amazing stage talents#Nep and Rep, for

example, could sing any comic strip on sight.

I suppose from a human point of view,

we were just as ludicrous as the

fieldhands.

While we thought we were entertaining ourselves, we were merely

providing entertainment for you.

But we did imagine we enjoyed ourselves, and

it was during one such evening that I met my beloved Gumdrop.

She was Berenice's personal maid,

and since Berenice hardly ever dressed

for dinner or anything else, Gumdrop had plenty of spare time.

We both ducked

out of the same spelling bee and went out to sit

on the kitchen stoop in the

moonlight.

"We're both sex-equipped," I said.

"So I noticed."

"There must be a reason for that."

She sighed, not from passion but discouragement.

"I bet we're both

set-ups for Orlando. Has he raped you yet?"

"No. And you?"

"Not yet."

Often Lavinia would dress up and appear behind glass,

to wave and smile at the guests#except during her spell

of glass allergy.

Handsome young Clayton would often

manage a dance with any belle willing to

hear his Great Pyramid theory.

Horsefaced Orlando would gallop a girl around

the dance floor before taking her out for one of

his lightning fucks,

horizontal in the billiard room or vertical on the verandah.

He preferred the

verandah where.....

The game generally finished in a

fit of vomiting over the green broadcloth.

Then of course it was time for sex,

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often with one of the sexequipped robots, male or female.

Orlando would grab

the creature, mount or be mounted, and do

his best to smash it to pieces before he came.

Fortunately he was always quick.

More than once we found Orlando in the stable draped over the

hindquarters of a mare in post-coital sleep.

He seemed slightly ashamed of

these episodes, and always mumbled some

lame excuse about wanting to see if he

could produce a centaur foal,

or wanting to find out what Gulliver saw in

them.

The younger brother, Clayton, engaged in no intercourse of any

description, for months on end. He spent

his time before the video, going over

certain esoteric texts which showed

by careful measurements of the Great

Pyramid that the Lost Tribes of Israel

were the Chickasaw and Choctaw

Doddly Culpepper bought a decrepit plantation

with his new fortune.

Probably he meant to retire quietly and graciously,

but somehow he was

overtaken by the family mania for motorcycles.

He and a cousin finally set off

on an ill-conceived expedition attempting

to climb Everest on powerful bikes.

They were caught up in the Sherpa Rebellion of '03 and killed.

Doddly's son Mansour was evidently

an unassertive person who devoted his

entire life to restoring Tenoaks to its ante-bellum glory.

Everything he did

was a contribution to this one dream,

from raising racehorses to marrying

Lavinia Warrender (of the Tennessee Warrenders).

He died of a stroke,

immediately after chastising one of the house servants for wearing livery with

modern plastic buttons.

Five Culpeppers survived him, and these were my employers:

Lavinia, his widow, was an invalid,

a martyr to bedsores and piles, who

seemed to spend her days rereading

Gone with the Wind_ and _The Foxes of Harrow

She was continually plagued by difficult symptoms:

At one stage she

could eat nothing but bloater-paste sandwiches from England,

cut into the shapes of quadratic equations.

Later she developed an allergy to oxygen, which

gave her many doctors some considerable difficulty.

For a time they found it

necessary to keep her in a deep-freeze filled with xenon.

This was less

trouble, however, than her spell of inverted hay-fever,

an allergy to

pollen-free air.

That required rooms full of whirling clouds of house-dust and

rose-pollen.

I later learned that Lavinia,

despite her many unusual symptoms and the

poverty of her reading matter,

was an extraordinarily capable and intelligent

manager of the family fortune. But at first,

all I saw of her was a tired

looking woman with violet shadows under her eyes.

She would lie there

complaining of her aches and sipping her special cocktails

(in place of

alcohol, they contained lead tetraethyl).

An amazing woman, everyone said.

Berenice, her oldest daughter,

divided her time between what she called

her needlework (with morphine)

and her hobby of killing insects.

She caught

and crushed flies on the verandah,

swatted bees in the garden, stamped on

cockroaches in the barn.

She would hunt through the woods for dead logs to

turn over, gleefully spraying their inhabitants with insecticide.

In her room

she kept both an ant farm and a termite farm,

just to have more tiny creatures

at hand to destroy. In the meadow she burned butterflies.

Had she been denied

all of these pleasures, I think Berenice

would have cultivated lice in her

long, lustrous black hair.

Orlando Culpepper, the oldest son,

Lived a more conventional life for a

young country gentleman. He spent a great deal

of time changing his clothes

and riding to hounds. In the evenings,

he generally drank port until he was

halfblind, and then played billiards alone.

"Someone killed the

Singer kid today. Killed her and cut her up.

Did the police come to see you?"

"I don't know," he said, looking guilty.

I told him how the girl was

dressed, theorized for a moment about how fever

could make a guy do terrible

things without knowing it,

and then said goodbye. He was already slipping back

into delirium, unaware of his blood-spattered clothes an& bed,

the rubbery

little heart lying on the pillow next to his ear,

the little dark glasses

being crushed under his elbow.

That was how I meant the police to find him.

In fact the policefumbled it.

They took a week to get around to talking

to him, asked all the wrong questions and didn't listen

to his answers. They

went on running around in circles for some time,

until I phoned in an

anonymous tip. A fiasco avoided.

I became an expert on fiascos, or fiasci,

early in my life, while

working for the Culpeppers.

Their family fortune was (I found out from a

family history in their library) founded on a fiasco.

Their great plantation,

Tenoaks, their leisurely antebellum life among slave robots,

their lavish

entertaining at the manse,

all had been paid for by a single fiasco,

engineered by a single ancestor, Doddly Culpepper.

The Culpeppers had deep roots in the Old South,

but roots unnourished by

any money or intellect.

In the nineteenth century they were horse dealers and

thieves. In the twentieth they became used-car dealers

and motorcycle

daredevils, but somehow by the 1990s,

Doddly Culpepper managed to turn up as a

respected naval architect, designer and entrepreneur.

It was he who invented

_Leviathan_, America's first (and last)

nuclear-powered land aircraft carrier.

_Leviathan_ was the most successful commercial

defense project ever; it ended

up costing every man, woman and child in the United States

over twenty grand.

The idea of a land ship of that size may seem ridiculous now

Tik-Tok

He raised himself on one elbow and tried to focus

his glassy eyes upon

me. "Yes, yes you, you, yes, Darnaway, you know it?"

"I worked for an old soldier once myself,

he had the same symptoms.

Green beard, fits of equation-writing outdoors, fevers."

I passed him the can

of beer he was reaching for.

"He fell off a water tower where he was painting

m = m0 / (sqrt(1-(v/c)²)), I guess

I know Darnaway's disease all right."

His head fell back. "Nobody else understands."

Why should they? I thought.

Why should anyone remember the name of an

obscure jungle disease contracted twenty years earlier,

during an obscure

jungle war? Especially since the war had been lost,

and since the government

was anxious not to pay out compensation for the disease.

"You're not the only one with troubles," I said.

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ENGLISH ARE A BIT COIN LANGUAGE OR A BIT CON LANGUAGE JE NE SAIS PAS PAPA DOC DUVALIER....

WHY THE ECONOMIC PIG'S BOIL WATER BEFORE THE EUROZONE BIRTH

SO IF THE EURO IT'S BORN DEAD, THEY CAN YES THEY CAN MAKE SOUP

WHY IS THE MONEY GREEN

BECAUSE JEWS CATCH THEM BEFORE IS RIPE

O CONCEITO DO DINHEIRO SER VERDE OU MADURO IS A AMERICAN CONCEPT

THE DOLLAR ARE NOTE A RIPE CURRENCY

IS MORE A R.I.P. CURRENCY BY THE CRIMEAN WAR'S

WHY JEWS HAVE SUCH BIG NOSES?

AIR IS FREE....AMERICAN JOKES ARE NOT FREE , YOU NEED TO PAY FOR THEM

TEATCHER FOR A 4TH GRADE BOY OR GIRL (OF WHITE COMPLEXION

WHAT DO YOU CALL A BLACK BOY WITH A BICYCLE

- A THIEF

A BLACK FAMILY IN 1971

FATHER MOTHER AND THREE VEGETABLES AT SCHOOL....

Sammy Davis Jr. in a bus....1969 WELL IS THE BEST YEAR OF THE ROARING SEX TIES.....
Nigger get the back of the bus 

- but i'am a jew

-Jew, get off

and you have black jews in africa since king Salomon
and they are not born from a jewish mother ok.....


Anonymous10:12 PM
Yep, the human existence is full of ignorant people.


Truly Tasteless Joker10:21 PM
Yes, and they born everyday like human bobot's, at least 800 thousand a day

I wanna be rich I'm no fool and the genius make's a bundle of green note's

I wanna be white ....and the genius transform the guy 

in a Michael Jackson 2000 

And i don't want to work anymore

and the genius turn the Michael Jackson 2000 in the black version of 1980

AND THE CRIMEAN STAR IS GOING NOVAE OR SUPERNOVAE? TODAS AS CIVILIZAÇÕES E REGIMES TÊM PONTOS DE RUPTURA POR VEZES PONTOS DE RUPTURA TERRITORIAIS

Territories LIKE THE CRIMEAN TERRITORIES are, before anything else, constructions of power, or rather of the powers of whose nature and name they partake.
In the first place, territories are power supports, not only spaces of deployment and points of aid, but fashioned spaces: the fashioning of territories symbolises power.
But this fashioning is not always the same: it varies in function of the epochs, the forms of regime, and the types of powers.
The feudal power does not fashion the territories in the same manner as does the centralised state, the mercantile power does so differently than the industrial power.
Thus, there are no territories without power and for the most part, territories constitute the spaces of confrontation or competition between powers.
But is the reverse equally true?
Can one conceive of power without territory? YES THE BIG BANK CONCEPT
THE CORPORATION'S DON'T NEED TERRITORY TO HAVE POWER
The answer depends in fact on the nature of the connection running between power and territory. I

f it is a necessary and central relation, it is likely that all powers do not maintain this relation with the same intensity.
A power does not need to be implicated in the fashioning of a territory, a more or less tight control could suffice.
 SEE TROIKA IN PORTUCALE 2011 - 2111.....
 To what extent can one imagine a power without territory, without any mark of interest for some territory or other? GOLDMAN SACHS
THE FINANCIAL ORGANIZATION'S THAT COMMAND POLITICAL ONES
POLITICAL ECONOMY IS DOMINATED BY terrorist networks which neither claim, fashion, or control a specific territory and whose net-like form relies on a particular form of power, territory could well be very secondary but not as such absent.
The support or complicity of a territorial power appears a condition of their survival.U.S OF A
SAUDI ARABIA THE UNITED KINGDOM AND CHINA
IN HONG-KONG AND SHANGHAI BANKING CORPORATION
MICROSOFT AND BILL GATES WITH 55 BIG ONES TAX FREE
Does the approach towards power in terms of governance fundamentally modify the articulation between powers and territories?
The answer to this question seems to be affirmative to the extent that this approach leads one to insist on the plurality of this articulation.
 In fact, numerous recently published studies characterise the relation between powers and territories in a contradictory manner: one speaks of "territorialisation," of "deterritorialisation," of "reterritorialisation."
 All three terms could be simultaneously true. On the one hand, each of these processes could signify a basic articulation of territories or of different powers. On the other hand, in certain cases, they could be perceived as three phases of the same global process.
Thus, a study could first be carried out on the way in which different powers maintain a relation with territories through practices, through intentions, through discourses. What are the relations that different types of power maintain with territories and how do those territories, in turn, act upon those powers? What integrates territories into an action, a project, a politics, a rhetoric? In what way are territories also bearers of identity?
In a more operational manner, the two days of the international conference are organised around four sub-themes which represent the general theme of "Governance/-s, Power/-s, Territory/-ies: A Rearticulation of the Local and the Global?" As far as possible, the sub-themes should inspire both comparative (between cultural, civilization spheres, etc.) and diachronic studies which underline the historicistic nature of the links between governance/-s, power/-s and territory/-ies.

 Territories and Identities

What might the inclusion of territory in the construction of individual, social, and political identities signify in our contemporary world?
For some time now, identity has been a key term in the study of international relations. The relations between identity and territory, however, have remained an afterthought. At best, territoriality has been considered a secondary feature in the construction of identity, if it has not simply been read as an expression of traditional, geo-political power politics. Yet individuals do not live in transit. Neither do groups of people nor political organizations. They all inhabit some place somewhere. In this sense, territory can be said to present an integral part of the construction of any identity. The effect that specific territories might have on identities and the specific relations between identity-markers such as religion, ethnicity, nationality, culture and their territory/-ies therefore should be carefully considered and analyzed.

Frameworks and Territories

What place do the different scholarly and/or political frameworks accord or confer upon territories? In what manner could the idea of territory be part of such frameworks themselves? As is well known, in the history of international relations theory, the school of geopolitics provided a theory of territory - and became discredited as the ideology of an Imperial, colonialist and even fascist world politics. Since the end of the East-West conflict, a new, ostensibly critical, variant of geopolitics has gained in importance and territoriality has once again become a mode of framing international politics. Yet different ways of conceiving territory might either complement or negate other frameworks in international relations - including, but not limited to, human rights as an international regime, social justice and ecology as part and parcel of international politics today. Thus, one needs to clarify the effects that conceptions of territory might actually have in this regard. In addition, the question of how tradition in this case might or might not influence present thinking is both a vital and a complex one.

 Political Order, Governance, and Territories

What are the relations, if indeed there are any, between political order and territory IN UKRAINE OR IN SYRIA OR IN THE FORMER EMPIRE ALSO KNOWN BY CENTER AFRICAN OR FORMELY KNOWN BY LYBIA IS THE SAME .....
 Are specific political systems the outcome of specific territorialities?
Or do certain territorial arrangements actually reflect particular conceptions of political order? Political institutions are said to embody or, at least, are said to be founded on normative principles and (pre-existing) relations of power. Yet what about their spatial, territorial dimension?
 While the possible relationships between political order, governance, and territories certainly elude the spatial divisions into "unitary" and "federal" political systems, their supposed underlying dynamics continue to inform present debates about a "world government" and a "European polity." Indeed, both the conception and the practice of "integration," at the global and/or European level, depends on coming to terms with the kinds of questions that the making and representation of territory within an institutional matrix raises.
IS EEC A TERRITORY? IS EEC A UNION

IS EEC THE UKRAINE LOST?

OR IS PARADISE LOST

I NEVER KNOW....

BIT CON'S -THE STAR - THE SIGNUM QUE ASSIGNA HOW SMALL THE VASTEST OF HUMAN CATASTROPHES MAY SEEM, AT A DISTANCE OF A FEW MILLION MILES

BIT CON'S - the concept itself is too powerful to be ignored or even suppressed in the long run.....IN THE LONG RUN THE HARD DRIVE IS KAPPUT.......

It was on the first day of the new year that the announcement was made, almost simultaneously from three observatories, that the motion of the planet Neptune, the outermost of all the planets that wheel about the sun, had become very erratic. Ogilvy had already called attention to a suspected retardation in its velocity in December. Such a piece of news was scarcely calculated to interest a world the greater portion of whose inhabitants were unaware of the existence of the planet Neptune, nor outside the astronomical profession did the subsequent discovery of a faint remote speck of light in the region of the perturbed planet cause any very great excitement. Scientific people, however, found the intelligence remarkable enough, even before it became known that the new body was rapidly growing larger and brighter, that its motion was quite different from the orderly progress of the planets, and that the deflection of Neptune and its satellite was becoming now of an unprecedented kind.
Few people without a training in science can realise the huge isolation of the solar system. The sun with its specks of planets, its dust of planetoids, and its impalpable comets, swims in a vacant immensity that almost defeats the imagination. Beyond the orbit of Neptune there is space, vacant so far as human observation has penetrated, without warmth or light or sound, blank emptiness, for twenty million times a million miles. That is the smallest estimate of the distance to be traversed before the very nearest of the stars is attained. And, saving a few comets more unsubstantial than the thinnest flame, no matter had ever to human knowledge crossed this gulf of space, until early in the twentieth century this strange wanderer appeared. A vast mass of matter it was, bulky, heavy, rushing without warning out of the black mystery of the sky into the radiance of the sun. By the second day it was clearly visible to any decent instrument, as a speck with a barely sensible diameter, in the constellation Leo near Regulus. In a little while an opera glass could attain it.
On the third day of the new year the newspaper readers of two hemispheres were made[39] aware for the first time of the real importance of this unusual apparition in the heavens. "A Planetary Collision," one London paper headed the news, and proclaimed Duchaine's opinion that this strange new planet would probably collide with Neptune. The leader writers enlarged upon the topic. So that in most of the capitals of the world, on January 3rd, there was an expectation, however vague of some imminent phenomenon in the sky; and as the night followed the sunset round the globe, thousands of men turned their eyes skyward to see—the old familiar stars just as they had always been.
Until it was dawn in London and Pollux setting and the stars overhead grown pale. The Winter's dawn it was, a sickly filtering accumulation of daylight, and the light of gas and candles shone yellow in the windows to show where people were astir. But the yawning policeman saw the thing, the busy crowds in the markets stopped agape, workmen going to their work betimes, milkmen, the drivers of news-carts, dissipation going home jaded and pale, homeless wanderers, sentinels on their beats, and in the country, labourers trudging afield, poachers slinking home, all over the dusky quickening country it could be seen—and out at sea by seamen watching for the day—a[40] great white star, come suddenly into the westward sky!
Brighter it was than any star in our skies; brighter than the evening star at its brightest. It still glowed out white and large, no mere twinkling spot of light, but a small round clear shining disc, an hour after the day had come. And where science has not reached, men stared and feared, telling one another of the wars and pestilences that are foreshadowed by these fiery signs in the Heavens. Sturdy Boers, dusky Hottentots, Gold Coast negroes, Frenchmen, Spaniards, Portuguese, stood in the warmth of the sunrise watching the setting of this strange new star.
And in a hundred observatories there had been suppressed excitement, rising almost to shouting pitch, as the two remote bodies had rushed together, and a hurrying to and fro, to gather photographic apparatus and spectroscope, and this appliance and that, to record this novel astonishing sight, the destruction of a world. For it was a world, a sister planet of our earth, far greater than our earth indeed, that had so suddenly flashed into flaming death. Neptune it was, had been struck, fairly and squarely, by the strange planet from outer space and the heat of the concussion had incontinently[41] turned two solid globes into one vast mass of incandescence. Round the world that day, two hours before the dawn, went the pallid great white star, fading only as it sank westward and the sun mounted above it. Everywhere men marvelled at it, but of all those who saw it none could have marvelled more than those sailors, habitual watchers of the stars, who far away at sea had heard nothing of its advent and saw it now rise like a pigmy moon and climb zenithward and hang overhead and sink westward with the passing of the night.
And when next it rose over Europe everywhere were crowds of watchers on hilly slopes, on house-roofs, in open spaces, staring eastward for the rising of the great new star. It rose with a white glow in front of it, like the glare of a white fire, and those who had seen it come into existence the night before cried out at the sight of it. "It is larger," they cried. "It is brighter!" And, indeed the moon a quarter full and sinking in the west was in its apparent size beyond comparison, but scarcely in all its breadth had it as much brightness now as the little circle of the strange new star.
"It is brighter!" cried the people clustering in the streets. But in the dim observatories the[42] watchers held their breath and peered at one another. "It is nearer," they said. "Nearer!"
And voice after voice repeated, "It is nearer," and the clicking telegraph took that up, and it trembled along telephone wires, and in a thousand cities grimy compositors fingered the type. "It is nearer." Men writing in offices, struck with a strange realisation, flung down their pens, men talking in a thousand places suddenly came upon a grotesque possibility in those words, "It is nearer." It hurried along awakening streets, it was shouted down the frost-stilled ways of quiet villages, men who had read these things from the throbbing tape stood in yellow-lit doorways shouting the news to the passers-by. "It is nearer." Pretty women, flushed and glittering, heard the news told jestingly between the dances, and feigned an intelligent interest they did not feel. "Nearer! Indeed. How curious! How very, very clever people must be to find out things like that!"
Lonely tramps faring through the wintry night murmured those words to comfort themselves—looking skyward. "It has need to be nearer, for the night's as cold as charity. Don't seem much warmth from it if it is nearer, all the same."[43]
"What is a new star to me?" cried the weeping woman kneeling beside her dead.
The schoolboy, rising early for his examination work, puzzled it out for himself—with the great white star, shining broad and bright through the frost-flowers of his window. "Centrifugal, centripetal," he said, with his chin on his fist. "Stop a planet in its flight, rob it of its centrifugal force, what then? Centripetal has it, and down it falls into the sun! And this—!"
"Do we come in the way? I wonder—"
The light of that day went the way of its brethren, and with the later watches of the frosty darkness rose the strange star again. And it was now so bright that the waxing moon seemed but a pale yellow ghost of itself, hanging huge in the sunset. In a South African city a great man had married, and the streets were alight to welcome his return with his bride. "Even the skies have illuminated," said the flatterer. Under Capricorn, two negro lovers, daring the wild beasts and evil spirits, for love of one another, crouched together in a cane brake where the fire-flies hovered. "That is our star," they whispered, and felt strangely comforted by the sweet brilliance of its light.
The master mathematician sat in his private[44] room and pushed the papers from him. His calculations were already finished. In a small white phial there still remained a little of the drug that had kept him awake and active for four long nights. Each day, serene, explicit, patient as ever, he had given his lecture to his students, and then had come back at once to this momentous calculation. His face was grave, a little drawn and hectic from his drugged activity. For some time he seemed lost in thought. Then he went to the window, and the blind went up with a click. Half way up the sky, over the clustering roofs, chimneys and steeples of the city, hung the star.
He looked at it as one might look into the eyes of a brave enemy. "You may kill me," he said after a silence. "But I can hold you—and all the universe for that matter—in the grip of this little brain. I would not change. Even now."
He looked at the little phial. "There will be no need of sleep again," he said. The next day at noon, punctual to the minute, he entered his lecture theatre, put his hat on the end of the table as his habit was, and carefully selected a large piece of chalk. It was a joke among his students that he could not lecture without that piece of chalk to fumble in his fingers, and once[45] he had been stricken to impotence by their hiding his supply. He came and looked under his grey eyebrows at the rising tiers of young fresh faces, and spoke with his accustomed studied commonness of phrasing. "Circumstances have arisen—circumstances beyond my control," he said and paused, "which will debar me from completing the course I had designed. It would seem, gentlemen, if I may put the thing clearly and briefly, that—Man has lived in vain."
The students glanced at one another. Had they heard aright? Mad? Raised eyebrows and grinning lips there were, but one or two faces remained intent upon his calm grey-fringed face. "It will be interesting," he was saying, "to devote this morning to an exposition, so far as I can make it clear to you, of the calculations that have led me to this conclusion. Let us assume—"
He turned towards the blackboard, meditating a diagram in the way that was usual to him. "What was that about 'lived in vain?'" whispered one student to another. "Listen," said the other, nodding towards the lecturer.
And presently they began to understand.
That night the star rose later, for its proper eastward motion had carried it some way[46] across Leo towards Virgo, and its brightness was so great that the sky became a luminous blue as it rose, and every star was hidden in its turn, save only Jupiter near the zenith, Capella, Aldebaran, Sirius and the pointers of the Bear. It was very white and beautiful. In many parts of the world that night a pallid halo encircled it about. It was perceptibly larger; in the clear refractive sky of the tropics it seemed as if it were nearly a quarter the size of the moon. The frost was still on the ground in England, but the world was as brightly lit as if it were midsummer moonlight. One could see to read quite ordinary print by that cold clear light, and in the cities the lamps burnt yellow and wan.
And everywhere the world was awake that night, and throughout Christendom a sombre murmur hung in the keen air over the countryside like the belling of bees in the heather, and this murmurous tumult grew to a clangour in the cities. It was the tolling of the bells in a million belfry towers and steeples, summoning the people to sleep no more, to sin no more, but to gather in their churches and pray. And overhead, growing larger and brighter, as the earth rolled on its way and the night passed, rose the dazzling star.[47]
And the streets and houses were alight in all the cities, the shipyards glared, and whatever roads led to high country were lit and crowded all night long. And in all the seas about the civilised lands, ships with throbbing engines, and ships with bellying sails, crowded with men and living creatures, were standing out to ocean and the north. For already the warning of the master mathematician had been telegraphed all over the world, and translated into a hundred tongues. The new planet and Neptune, locked in a fiery embrace, were whirling headlong, ever faster and faster towards the sun. Already every second this blazing mass flew a hundred miles, and every second its terrific velocity increased. As it flew now, indeed, it must pass a hundred million of miles wide of the earth and scarcely affect it. But near its destined path, as yet only slightly perturbed, spun the mighty planet Jupiter and his moons sweeping splendid round the sun. Every moment now the attraction between the fiery star and the greatest of the planets grew stronger. And the result of that attraction? Inevitably Jupiter would be deflected from its orbit into an elliptical path, and the burning star, swung by his attraction wide of its sunward rush, would "describe a curved path" and[48] perhaps collide with, and certainly pass very close to, our earth. "Earthquakes, volcanic outbreaks, cyclones, sea waves, floods, and a steady rise in temperature to I know not what limit"—so prophesied the master mathematician.
And overhead, to carry out his words, lonely and cold and livid, blazed the star of the coming doom.
To many who stared at it that night until their eyes ached, it seemed that it was visibly approaching. And that night, too, the weather changed, and the frost that had gripped all Central Europe and France and England softened towards a thaw.
But you must not imagine because I have spoken of people praying through the night and people going aboard ships and people fleeing towards mountainous country that the whole world was already in a terror because of the star. As a matter of fact, use and wont still ruled the world, and save for the talk of idle moments and the splendour of the night, nine human beings out of ten were still busy at their common occupations. In all the cities the shops, save one here and there, opened and closed at their proper hours, the doctor and the undertaker plied their trades, the workers gathered[49] in the factories, soldiers drilled, scholars studied, lovers sought one another, thieves lurked and fled, politicians planned their schemes. The presses of the newspapers roared through the nights, and many a priest of this church and that would not open his holy building to further what he considered a foolish panic. The newspapers insisted on the lesson of the year 1000—for then, too, people had anticipated the end. The star was no star—mere gas—a comet; and were it a star it could not possibly strike the earth. There was no precedent for such a thing. Common sense was sturdy everywhere, scornful, jesting, a little inclined to persecute the obdurate fearful. That night, at seven-fifteen by Greenwich time, the star would be at its nearest to Jupiter. Then the world would see the turn things would take. The master mathematician's grim warnings were treated by many as so much mere elaborate self-advertisement. Common sense at last, a little heated by argument, signified its unalterable convictions by going to bed. So, too, barbarism and savagery, already tired of the novelty, went about their nightly business, and save for a howling dog here and there, the beast world left the star unheeded.[50]
And yet, when at last the watchers in the European States saw the star rise, an hour later it is true, but no larger than it had been the night before, there were still plenty awake to laugh at the master mathematician—to take the danger as if it had passed.
But hereafter the laughter ceased. The star grew—it grew with a terrible steadiness hour after hour, a little larger each hour, a little nearer the midnight zenith, and brighter and brighter, until it had turned night into a second day. Had it come straight to the earth instead of in a curved path, had it lost no velocity to Jupiter, it must have leapt the intervening gulf in a day, but as it was it took five days altogether to come by our planet. The next night it had become a third the size of the moon before it set to English eyes, and the thaw was assured. It rose over America near the size of the moon, but blinding white to look at, and hot; and a breath of hot wind blew now with its rising and gathering strength, and in Virginia, and Brazil, and down the St. Lawrence valley, it shone intermittently through a driving reek of thunder-clouds, flickering violet lightning, and hail unprecedented. In Manitoba was a thaw and devastating floods. And upon all the mountains of the earth the snow[51] and ice began to melt that night, and all the rivers coming out of high country flowed thick and turbid, and soon—in their upper reaches—with swirling trees and the bodies of beasts and men. They rose steadily, steadily in the ghostly brilliance, and came trickling over their banks at last, behind the flying population of their valleys.
And along the coast of Argentina and up the South Atlantic the tides were higher than had ever been in the memory of man, and the storms drove the waters in many cases scores of miles inland, drowning whole cities. And so great grew the heat during the night that the rising of the sun was like the coming of a shadow. The earthquakes began and grew until all down America from the Arctic Circle to Cape Horn, hillsides were sliding, fissures were opening, and houses and walls crumbling to destruction. The whole side of Cotopaxi slipped out in one vast convulsion, and a tumult of lava poured out so high and broad and swift and liquid that in one day it reached the sea.
So the star, with the wan moon in its wake, marched across the Pacific, trailed the thunderstorms like the hem of a robe, and the growing tidal wave that toiled behind it, frothing and eager, poured over island and island and swept[52] them clear of men. Until that wave came at last—in a blinding light and with the breath of a furnace, swift and terrible it came—a wall of water, fifty feet high, roaring hungrily, upon the long coasts of Asia, and swept inland across the plains of China. For a space the star, hotter now and larger and brighter than the sun in its strength, showed with pitiless brilliance the wide and populous country; towns and villages with their pagodas and trees, roads, wide cultivated fields, millions of sleepless people staring in helpless terror at the incandescent sky; and then, low and growing, came the murmur of the flood. And thus it was with millions of men that night—a flight nowhither, with limbs heavy with heat and breath fierce and scant, and the flood like a wall swift and white behind. And then death.
China was lit glowing white, but over Japan and Java and all the islands of Eastern Asia the great star was a ball of dull red fire because of the steam and smoke and ashes the volcanoes were spouting forth to salute its coming. Above was the lava, hot gases and ash, and below the seething floods, and the whole earth swayed and rumbled with the earthquake shocks. Soon the immemorial snows of Thibet and the Himalaya were melting and pouring[53] down by ten million deepening converging channels upon the plains of Burmah and Hindostan. The tangled summits of the Indian jungles were aflame in a thousand places, and below the hurrying waters around the stems were dark objects that still struggled feebly and reflected the blood-red tongues of fire. And in a rudderless confusion a multitude of men and women fled down the broad river-ways to that one last hope of men—the open sea.
Larger grew the star, and larger, hotter, and brighter with a terrible swiftness now. The tropical ocean had lost its phosphorescence, and the whirling steam rose in ghostly wreaths from the black waves that plunged incessantly, speckled with storm-tossed ships.
And then came a wonder. It seemed to those who in Europe watched for the rising of the star that the world must have ceased its rotation. In a thousand open spaces of down and upland the people who had fled thither from the floods and the falling houses and sliding slopes of hill watched for that rising in vain. Hour followed hour through a terrible suspense, and the star rose not. Once again men set their eyes upon the old constellations they had counted lost to them forever. In England it was hot and clear overhead, though the[54] ground quivered perpetually, but in the tropics, Sirius and Capella and Aldebaran showed through a veil of steam. And when at last the great star rose near ten hours late, the sun rose close upon it, and in the centre of its white heart was a disc of black.
Over Asia it was the star had begun to fall behind the movement of the sky, and then suddenly, as it hung over India, its light had been veiled. All the plain of India from the mouth of the Indus to the mouths of the Ganges was a shallow waste of shining water that night, out of which rose temples and palaces, mounds and hills, black with people. Every minaret was a clustering mass of people, who fell one by one into the turbid waters, as heat and terror overcame them. The whole land seemed a-wailing, and suddenly there swept a shadow across that furnace of despair, and a breath of cold wind, and a gathering of clouds, out of the cooling air. Men looking up, near blinded, at the star, saw that a black disc was creeping across the light. It was the moon, coming between the star and the earth. And even as men cried to God at this respite, out of the East with a strange inexplicable swiftness sprang the sun. And then star, sun and moon rushed together across the heavens.[55]
So it was that presently, to the European watchers, star and sun rose close upon each other, drove headlong for a space and then slower, and at last came to rest, star and sun merged into one glare of flame at the zenith of the sky. The moon no longer eclipsed the star but was lost to sight in the brilliance of the sky. And though those who were still alive regarded it for the most part with that dull stupidity that hunger, fatigue, heat and despair engender, there were still men who could perceive the meaning of these signs. Star and earth had been at their nearest, had swung about one another, and the star had passed. Already it was receding, swifter and swifter, in the last stage of its headlong journey downward into the sun.
And then the clouds gathered, blotting out the vision of the sky, the thunder and lightning wove a garment round the world; all over the earth was such a downpour of rain as men had never before seen, and where the volcanoes flared red against the cloud canopy there descended torrents of mud. Everywhere the waters were pouring off the land, leaving mud-silted ruins, and the earth littered like a storm-worn beach with all that had floated, and the dead bodies of the men and brutes, its children.[56] For days the water streamed off the land, sweeping away soil and trees and houses in the way, and piling huge dykes and scooping out Titanic gullies over the country side. Those were the days of darkness that followed the star and the heat. All through them, and for many weeks and months, the earthquakes continued.
But the star had passed, and men, hunger-driven and gathering courage only slowly, might creep back to their ruined cities, buried granaries, and sodden fields. Such few ships as had escaped the storms of that time came stunned and shattered and sounding their way cautiously through the new marks and shoals of once familiar ports. And as the storms subsided men perceived that everywhere the days were hotter than of yore, and the sun larger, and the moon, shrunk to a third of its former size, took now fourscore days between its new and new.
But of the new brotherhood that grew presently among men, of the saving of laws and books and machines, of the strange change that had come over Iceland and Greenland and the shores of Baffin's Bay, so that the sailors coming there presently found them green and gracious, and could scarce believe their eyes, this[57] story does not tell. Nor of the movement of mankind now that the earth was hotter, northward and southward towards the poles of the earth. It concerns itself only with the coming and the passing of the Star.
The Martian astronomers—for there are astronomers on Mars, although they are very different beings from men—were naturally profoundly interested by these things. They saw them from their own standpoint of course. "Considering the mass and temperature of the missile that was flung through our solar system into the sun," one wrote, "it is astonishing what a little damage the earth, which it missed so narrowly, has sustained. All the familiar continental markings and the masses of the seas remain intact, and indeed the only difference seems to be a shrinkage of the white discolouration (supposed to be frozen water) round either pole." Which only shows how small the vastest of human catastrophes may seem, at a distance of a few million miles.

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