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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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oh god prompt asks open I see??? how about something with both 1 and 4 with... boba maybe? rotj era boba. that edgy smug bastard. I haven't read anything with him in a WHILE 💔💔💔

ps ur writings are amazing!!

Punishment

Summary: You disobeyed Boba's rules, the rules that you agreed to ages ago, and now you have to face the delicious consequences.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Word Count: 1714

Warnings: Smut. Oral, M receiving

Prompts: “I want to hear you beg” and "Swallow it. All of it."

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This one feels awkward, but I'm not sure if it's just written awkwardly, or if it's my uber religious upbringing making me feel that way. I'm going to guess that it is. I hope you like it!

Divider by Saradika

You can count on one hand the number of people who know where you live, and also know the keycode to your door and the code to your alarm system, so, when you’re woken up in the dead of night at the sound of your alarm getting turned off, you’re not half as alarmed as you could have been.

In fact, there’s only one person, other than you, who has both the door code and the alarm code.

And while burying yourself in your blankets and pillows is so very tempting, instead you sit up and swing your legs off the side of the bed. You don’t bother adding any additional clothes, the long shirt- his shirt, to be more specific- covers enough of your body to not be improper.

You step out of your room, and follow the hall into the living room. And a sleepy smile crosses your face as you see Boba quizzically eyeing a shelf that’s new since his last visit.

“It’s for your armor,” You say as a greeting, “Since I know how you hate leaving your armor sitting on the floor.”

He glances at you, and if you had to bet, you’d say that Boba knew that you were awake before you even got out of bed. He sets his helmet in one of the cubbies, on a stand specifically for his helmet, and then he turns to look at you properly.

A smirk lifts the corner of his mouth, “Is that my shirt, princess?” He asks.

You smile at him placidly, “Possession is nine-tenths of the law, so technically it’s my shirt now.”

“Looks good on you,” Boba replies, his voice a low rumble.

You cross the room at a lazy pace, and as soon as you’re close enough his arms are securely around your waist, and you slide your hands up his chest plate to wrap your arms around his neck, “Everything looks good on me, I am amazingly attractive.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” He says in agreement as his hands start slowly sliding the shirt up, revealing the simple cotton panties that you slipped on after your shower.

“If I knew you were on your way, I would have put on something else.” You admit with a small pout, “I bought some lingerie to show off for you.”

“Wanted to surprise you.” He admits in turn as one of his hands slides up to the back of your head, “Missed you.” He adds with a scowl, as if the admission pained you.

You grin at him and stand on your toes to chastely press your lips against him, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.” You whisper against his lips. “And I missed you too.”

“Is that right? How much did you miss me?”

“A lot.” Your fingers move to the seals holding his armor on, and you deftly start popping them.

Boba lightly bats your hands away from his armor, and he takes over. He swiftly removes each piece and sets them on the shelf, until he’s stripped down to his undersuit, it takes about half a minute, and you watch him with an appreciative eye.

Your Boba is so attractive, you can’t help but admire when you get the chance.

“You know, princess.” Boba starts as he grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him, and you’re not the least bit surprised when you feel his hard length pressed against your stomach, “I was very surprised when I got that holo recording of you the other day.”

Your face flames, “Uhm…I can explain…” You start.

“Especially,” he continues over your, “Since I’m fairly certain I told you you weren’t allowed to touch your pretty cunt without asking.”

You pout at him and shoot him your saddest tooka eyes, “I missed you.”

“Is that an explanation or an excuse, princess?”

Your pout morphs into a grin, “Yes.”

Amusement crosses his face, “You know I have to punish you now, don’t you princess?”

Your pout returns, “But Bobaaaa-” You drag his name out in a distinct whine as you press yourself firmly against him and rock against his length, pulling a hiss from him. “Wouldn’t you rather just fuck me?”

“Rules are rules, Princess.” He counters, “And you did agree to the rules.” Boba reminds you as his hands tighten on your hips, his gaze is locked on yours, as if waiting for you to say something.

And you huff as you press your face against his chest. You did agree to the rules. Months ago. And you also know that if you say your safeword he’ll stop. But, stars help you, you don’t want him to stop.

So instead you look up at him through lowered lashes, “Did you not like my holo, Boba?”

His eyes glitter with desire, “I didn’t say that. I fisted my cock to that video multiple times since I got it.” He roughly pulls your shirt up and off and throws it to the side, “But just because I liked it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve punishment.”

You feel a thrill of delight, and you try to press yourself against him, but he holds you still with his firm grip, “So, what’s my punishment, Boba?”

“Hm, I’m beginning to think you want to be punished, Princess.”

You press both of your hands against your chest and shoot him a look of mock offense, “I’ve never done anything worthy of punishment.”

“Mm-hmm.” He hooks his fingers in the band of your panties and snaps them, pulling a yelp from your lips, “Take these off, Princess.”

You grin at him and obediently slide the thin material down your legs and toss them to join your shirt on the other side of the room.

“Hm, so you can be obedient.” Boba murmurs as he slides his hand over your bare ass.

“When it suits my purposes.” You confirm with a grin.

His hand lands hard on your ass, and you squeak and jerk away from his hand, and then you pout at him as he massages the sting away with his hand, “So you intentionally disobeyed.” Boba notes thoughtfully.

Your expression becomes angelic, and he chuckles.

“I want to hear you beg, Princess.” Boba says, his voice heavy with desire, “But that’s going to come later.”

“What!? Later?” Oh, that wasn’t supposed to be a whine, but it definitely came out as a whine.

He chuckles, a dark noise that makes you shiver, “Yes, Princess. Later.” His hand slides up your back. “Right now I’m going to take your mouth.” His hand slides up to rest on the back of your neck, “And if you even think about touching that pretty little cunt of yours, princess, this punishment will become even longer. Do you understand?”

You nod rapidly, your gaze already drifting to the bulge in the front of his pants.

He grabs your chin and lifts your gaze to meet his, “Use your words, princess.”

“I understand,” You say, “I’ll be good.”

“Hm, we’ll see won’t we.” He allows you to tug him over to the couch and he sits comfortably, while you grab a pillow for your knees and you settle between his legs, “Hm, someone’s eager.” Boba murmurs as he sets his hand on the top of your head.

You trail your tongue down his hard length, still covered by the cloth of his bodysuit, and then you look up at him, “I told you that I missed you.” You free his cock from his pants and immediately press a kiss to the leaking head as you grip the base with a firm hand.

You’ll probably never be able to take his entire length in your mouth, but you are very talented with your hands, and Boba’s never once complained about you lacking that particular ability.

You trail your tongue down his length, and then back up, before you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and you start a shallow bobbing motion while hollowing your cheeks.

Boba’s hands brush across your face as you work, pushing your hair back, tracing over your eyes, and absent praises fall from his lips mixed with his moans as you expertly work him over with your mouth and hands.

With every bob of your head you take a little more of him into your mouth, until you have as much of him in your mouth as you can handle. Boba’s gaze is locked on your face as you bring him closer and closer to the brink.

And then his hands are on your face, “Look at me Princess,” Boba says through a groan. Your eyes, which had fallen shut at some point, snap open and your gaze locks with his. “Swallow it.” He orders, “All of it.”

You hum around him and his hips jerk up at the sensation. And then his head falls back and a low groan escapes him as he spills his release into your mouth with little warning.

And you obediently do as he ordered, swallowing every drop of his release. You keep your lips around him, until you feel his hand on the top of your head, lightly stroking your hair to indicate for you to stop.

“Good girl,” Boba murmurs as you sit back on your heels, “So obedient, did so good for me.”

You shiver under his praise, and he chuckles, before he peels his shirt off and tosses it across the room, “Does that mean no more punishment?” You ask as you drag your gaze across his chest.

“Mm…no. It just means that I’ll be able to have your punishment last as long as I have planned.” He stands and helps you to your feet, one of his hands dipping between your thighs to brush against your dripping pussy, “Mm, so wet for me.” Boba murmurs as he kisses you quickly, “To the bedroom, Princess. I want you to find the toys you used in the holo. You’re going to put on a show for me, my pretty girl.”

At that, your face burns. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” He repeats. Boba takes a moment to slide his pants down, and he tosses them to join the rest of the clothes on the floor, and then he encourages you to head towards the bedroom.

#star wars #sw rotj #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #18+ fic #answered asks #clone thirsting #technically

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blueiskewl · 7 months

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Rediscovered Rembrandt Valued at $15,000 Could Now be Worth 18M

A painting valued at $15,000 just two years ago is now expected to fetch up to $18 million at auction after being identified as the work of the Dutch master Rembrandt.

“The Adoration of the Kings” has been virtually unseen since the 1950s, when it first came to light.

It was acquired by collector J.C.H. Heldring in Amsterdam in 1955. His widow sold it to a German family in 1985, where it remained until it was sold by Christie’s in Amsterdam two years ago.

At the time of the sale, Christie’s attributed the biblical scene to the “Circle of Rembrandt,” suggesting it had been carried out by a student or an artist close to the famous painter, and estimated its value at between €10,000 and €15,000 ($10,600-$15,800). The monochromatic painting, which measures 9.6 x 7.3 inches (24.5 x 18.5 centimeters), was purchased by an anonymous buyer for €860,000 ($908,000) at the Christie’s sale.

Although that was more than 50 times the painting’s estimated value at the time, it is now expected to fetch millions more, after emerging as “a work of great significance” by the Dutch painter, according to a press release from Sotheby’s.

After the anonymous buyer consigned it to Sotheby’s, the auction house embarked on an 18-month research project to arrive at the painting’s true attribution and value.

The examination, which involved x-rays and infrared imaging, as well as intensive discussions with leading Rembrandt scholars, led Sotheby’s to conclude the painting is “an autograph work by Rembrandt.” It now values the work at between £10 million and £15 million ($12.2 million-$18.3 million).

The auction house believes it was painted early in Rembrandt’s career, around 1628, when he would have been about 22 and living in the Dutch city of Leiden.

A rare find

The vast majority of Rembrandt’s works hang in museums around the world, and almost all of those that have come to auction over the past three decades “have been portraits or studies of single character heads,” according to the Sotheby’s release.

As such, “The Adoration of the Kings,” which depicts the encounter between the Three Wise Men and the baby Jesus, is a “fantastic opportunity” in the art world, George Gordon, co-chairman of Old Master Paintings Worldwide at Sotheby’s.

In a phone call, he said: “I would say that it’s particularly significant because it adds to our understanding of Rembrandt at this crucial date in his development and career, when he was clearly very ambitious and developing very quickly as an artist.”

The earliest reference to the painting appears to be from the 1714 inventory of a collector in Amsterdam, Constantijn Ranst. It was then offered for sale in 1814 and again in 1822 – after which it disappeared from view until the mid-20th century.

It was included in museum exhibitions and referenced as a Rembrandt work by leading Rembrandt scholars in the 1950s, but in 1960 German art historian Kurt Bauch, who only knew the painting from a black and white photograph, described it as a product of the Rembrandt School and omitted it from from the catalogue raisonné he was compiling. Thereafter, the painting was “entirely overlooked and completely ignored in the Rembrandt literature,” according to Sothebys.

Gordon sad that those bidding at the Christie’s auction in 2021 “must have thought it was much better than the description and that it might well be a Rembrandt.”

Sotheby’s close examination revealed a number of changes and revisions that Rembrandt made, including to the baby Jesus’ halo and the Virgin Mary’s headdress, according to the auction house.

“Very few narrative paintings by Rembrandt remain in private hands, making this an opportunity for a private collector or an institution that is as rare as it is exciting,” Gordon said in the news release.

“This sophisticated painting is in equal measure a product of Rembrandt’s brush and his intellect. All the hallmarks of his style in the late 1620s are evident both in the visible painted surface and in the underlying layers revealed by science, showing multiple changes in the course of its creation, and casting fresh light on how he thought,” he added.

By Lianne Kolirin.

#Rembrandt #Rediscovered Rembrandt Valued at 15000 Could Now be Worth 18M #Rembrandt 'The Adoration of the Kings'#dutch artist #painter #painting #art #artist #art work #art world #art news #old masters

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uwmspeccoll · 1 year

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Marbled Monday

This Marbled Monday we’ve got a real stunner for you—the marbled covers and end sheets of an 8 volume set of The Spectator, which was (according to Wikipedia) “a daily publication founded by Joseph Addison and Richard Steele in England, lasting from 1711 to 1712. Each ‘paper,’ or ‘number,’ was approximately 2,500 words long, and the original run consisted of 555 numbers, beginning on 1 March 1711. These were collected into seven volumes. The paper was revived without the involvement of Steele in 1714, appearing thrice weekly for six months, and these papers when collected formed the eighth volume.” This edition was published in 1856 in Boston by Little, Brown, & Co.

Each volume features a half binding in tan leather and marbled paper. The same marbled paper was also used at the end sheets for each volume. The marbling is a Turkish pattern, with burnt umber, tan, bright blue, teal blue, and white. There is also a lovely flower detail stamped in gold on the spine of each volume.

View more Marbled Monday posts.

-- Alice, Special Collections Department Manager

#Marbled Monday #The Spectator #Joseph Addison #Richard Steele #Little Brown & Co.#daily paper #marbling #marbled paper #Turkish pattern #Turkish marbling #Alice

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dimity-lawn · 20 days

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From the Trial Account of John Rawlins and Benjamin Egars for Conspiracy, 22nd October 1788. (Old Bailey Reference Number: t17881022-85) *

*Although the sentence shared by Brothers Dunnikin, Doorkeeper, Watchtower, and Plasterer comes from the sentence passed on Joyce Hodgkis in 1714 for the murder of her husband.

#discworld #gnu terry pratchett #meme #discworld meme #created by yours truly #the watch #guards! guards!#lupine wonse #the elucidated brethren of the ebon night #ankh morpork #history #18th century #old bailey #18th century writing #long s #1780s #1788 #1710s #1714

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scotianostra · 3 months

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On 7th February 1716, the Jacobite army disbanded at Aberdeen, ending the 1715 uprising.

James Francis Edward Stuart had fled to France with many leading Jacobites three days earlier and it would be almost thirty years before his son Charles would try to claim the throne.

When Queen Anne, the subject of yesterdays post, died on August 1st, 1714, inadvertently fulfilling her ancestor James V’s prophecy about the House of Stuart – “it cam wi’ a lass, it’ll gang wi’ a lass.” The Stuarts had ruled over Scotland and then the United Kingdom since 1371, and the end of the dynasty was viewed by many Scots as a tragedy.

Her successor George I, Elector of Hanover, arrived in London seven weeks later to claim his throne, but there was already considerable resentment against him because Scotland were imposed with the Hanoverian succession – there would be no separate crowning at Scone for this King of Scots.

Yes there had been another uprising a few years before, but historians all agree that the ‘15 was the best opportunity to put their monarch of choice back on the throne.

James’s cause in the west of the highlands proved unattractive at first, but Aberdeen, Dundee and Inverness fell to Mar without a shot, the only major stronghold north of the Tay that was still in Hanoverian government hands was Fort William.

Perth was captured in late September but a lighting raid on Edinburgh Castle by a small detachment of Jacobites failed – reportedly there were enough arms and cash deposits in the Castle to equip half an army.As it was, Mar now had thousands of troops under his command and James Stuart, who had no prior knowledge of the rising, made him his commander – but where was the ‘king’ himself? James was agitating with the French government to give him men and ships to no avail, but in Scotland and England, the rising was already well under way.

Against Mar stood only the troops under the Duke of Argyll’s command, and they were surely too few in number to stand against the Jacobites, even though reinforcements came from the Hanoverian garrison in Ireland.The Jacobite lords of Northumberland had risen, and were supposed to meet up with a force heading south through the west coast of England. This consisted of English Jacobites and a force from the Scottish Borders and at first they, too, swept aside all resistance.

However their ambitions were thwarted following their failings at the Battle of Sheriffmuir, and Bobbin John’s inadequacies as a leader in not pressing home the advantage, The Earl of Mar, to give him his real name, was by nature a ditherer, inexperienced in command and reluctant to advance without having an overwhelming force.

Argyll’s army was outnumbered two to one but he had experienced and battle-hardened troops under him, as well as a superior cavalry force. Mar’s Jacobites were inexperienced in mass pitched battles, and their commander was no strategist.

The tale of the Battle of Sheriffmuir on November 13, 1715, is simple – both right wings smashed through their opponents, the clans’ highland charge sending the government army into flight.

Crucially, they lost discipline and chased after the fleeing force and without those troops, Mar decided to hold his ground because Argyll’s right wing had beaten the Jacobite army’s left wing, albeit with heavy losses.

Mar may not have known that Argyll was down to around 1000 effective troops and that victory was his for the taking. Whatever the reason, Mar did not press home any further attack and though he claimed victory because there were slightly more dead Hanoverian soldiers than Jacobites, the strategic advantage had been lost and the Rising in Scotland had effectively been halted.

At the same time in England the Jacobites were beaten at Preston, ending their part in the Uprising.

It was over a month before James Stuart arrived in Scotland on a single ship with no soldiers and no clear idea what he wanted to do. Argyll sat waiting for reinforcements, while many of Mar’s troops went home to bed down for the winter.

The Jacobite King was devoid of command skills and charisma, and was also sick, which forced him to cancel a planned coronation at Scone and return to France, where he had been living under the protection of King Louis XIV of France, he never set foot in Scotland again, and it would be up to his as of then unborn son to try nearly 30 years later.

While the '15 Uprising may not be engrained in the Scots psyche, like the '45 is, their were severe ramifications for some, and executions of ringleaders followed, the most notable being the William Gordon, 6th Viscount of Kenmure, and James Radclyffe, the Earl of Derwentwater. Other notable Jacobites forfeited their titles and lands.

There's loads more on both Uprisings on a PDF here Y https://www.aberdeencity.gov.uk/sites/default/files/2020-09/Jacobite%20Trail.pdf

#scotland #scottish #history #jacobites #executions #the stuarts

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homomenhommes · 3 months

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … February 6

1453 – Girolamo Benivieni was a Florentine poet and a musician. His father was a notary in Florence.

He suffered from poor health most of his life, which prevented him from taking a more stable job. He was a leading member of the Medicean Academy, a society devoted to literary study. He was a friend of Giovanni Pico della Mirandola, whom he met for the first time in 1479; it was Mirandola who encouraged him to study Neoplatonism.

In the late 1480s, he and Mirandola became students of Dominican friar Girolamo Savonarola (1452–1498). In 1496, he translated the teachings of Savonarola from Italian to Latin. After he began following Savonarola, he rejected his earlier poetry and attempted to write more spiritually. He participated in Savonarola's Bonfire of the Vanities, and documented the destruction of art worth "several thousand ducats".

Pico della Mirandola experienced "an heavenly love" with Benivieni, ten years his junior, who ardently reciprocated his affections. Theirs was, they declared, a fervent but chaste love kept under watch by rigorous morality and Christian mysticism. However, during a sermon after Pico's death, Savonarola made a revelation which caused a sensation: Pico's soul had not immediately gone to paradise, but was consigned for a time to the flames of purgatory because of certain sins, which he did not wish to name. Popular opinion assumed that Pico had kept a female lover or a secret concubine.

Five centuries later, it is impossible to know the truth, but the probability that Pico had a male lover, perhaps Benivieni himself, is now less unbelievable, as documents emerge showing the significance of homosexuality in the circle of Pico's friends (such as Marcilio Ficino and Poliziano).

It will never be known whether or not Pico remained celibate, or if his love for Benivieni was consummated. What is known is a delicate testimonial to this love: the tomb in which they decided to be buried together, and which can still be seen in the church of San Marco in Florence.

1665 – The last of the Stuart monarchs, Anne Stuart (d.1714) was Queen of England from 1702 to 1714. Before that, Anne's older sister, Mary, had held the throne with her husband William of Orange. Historians of sexuality consider her long intimate friendship with Sarah Churchill, Duchess of Marlborough, central to the period's acceptance of romantic, and even erotic, relationships between upper-class women.

When she was six, her mother died of cancer, at which time she and her sister moved to Richmond palace, joining the household of Edward Villiers, his wife Lady Frances, and their seven children to be raised in proper Protestant fashion. It was here that Anne met Sarah Jennings (1660-1744), who would remain her closest friend, confidante, and advisor for the next twenty-five years. Anne did not particularly enjoy the company of the Villiers girls, a situation which may have contributed to her growing fondness for Sarah.

Anne's relationship with Sarah continued into adulthood, surviving many transitions, including Sarah's marriage to John Churchill, the criticism of her sister Mary, and Anne's own marriage and rise to the throne.

On July 28, 1683, Anne married George, Prince of Denmark, and assumed her new title of Princess of Denmark. Her marriage initiated a large number of unsuccessful pregnancies. She had countless miscarriages and gave birth to about twenty children. All but one, William, Duke of Gloucester, died shortly after birth. Tragically, William died at the age of eleven, depriving the Stuart line of an heir.

To the chagrin of the royal family and Queen Mary in particular, Anne's attachment to Sarah persisted and began to attract negative attention. Her critics considered it an "immoderate passion," inappropriate for a princess. Mary repeatedly called for Anne to dismiss Sarah from her company and forgo their friendship.

Despite such pressure, Anne remained loyal to Sarah. When Anne became queen after William's death, she promoted Sarah to the position of first lady of the bedchamber, which gave her unrestricted access to the queen. Anne also bestowed many gifts on Sarah and her husband, the first Duke of Marlborough, including the extravagantly expensive Blenheim Palace.

Sarah and Anne's intimacy began to wane after the first few years of Anne's rule. As Anne slowly began to pay more attention to her Tory advisors, Sarah felt her political opinions neglected.

To make matters worse, Anne grew fond of Abigail Hill Masham, a younger relative of Sarah's whom she had placed at court. As Abigail increasingly played the role of Anne's confidante, this was too much for Sarah to bear. She later became one of Anne's most bitter critics, attacking her for "having noe [sic] inclination for any but her own sex."

Anne struggled with many illnesses. At the end of July 1714, she suffered a fit and fell into a coma. She died on died on August 1, 1714.

1899 – Ramón Novarro (d.1968) was a Mexican leading man actor in Hollywood in the early 20th century. He was the next male "Sex Symbol" after the death of Rudolph Valentino. Novarro was the victim of a violent extortion attempt which resulted in his death.

Novarro was born José Ramón Gil Samaniego on February 6, 1899 in Durango, Mexico. He moved with his family to Los Angeles, California, to escape the Mexican Revolution in 1913.

A second cousin of the Mexican actresses Dolores del Río and Andrea Palma, he entered films in 1917 in bit parts; and he supplemented his income by working as a singing waiter. His friends, the actor and director Rex Ingram and his wife, the actress Alice Terry, began to promote him as a rival to Rudolph Valentino, and Ingram suggested he change his name to "Novarro." From 1923, he began to play more prominent roles. His role in Scaramouche (1923) brought him his first major success.

In 1925, he achieved his greatest success in the original Ben-Hur, his revealing costumes causing a sensation, and he was elevated into the Hollywood elite. With Valentino's death in 1926, Novarro became the screen's leading Latin actor, though ranked behind his MGM stablemate, John Gilbert, as a model lover. He was popular as a swashbuckler in action roles and was considered one of the great romantic lead actors of his day.

When Novarro's contract with MGM Studios expired in 1935, the studio did not renew it. He continued to act sporadically. At the peak of his success in the late 1920s and early 1930s, he was earning more than US$100,000 per film. He invested some of his income in real estate, and his Hollywood Hills residence is one of the more renowned designs by architect Lloyd Wright. After his career ended, he was still able to maintain a comfortable lifestyle.

Novarro had been troubled all his life as a result of his conflicting views over his Roman Catholic religion and his homosexuality, and his life-long struggle with alcoholism is often traced to these issues. MGM mogul Louis B. Mayer reportedly tried to coerce Novarro into a "lavender marriage", which he refused. He was a friend of adventurer and author Richard Halliburton, also a celebrity in the closet, and was romantically involved with journalist Herbert Howe, who was also his publicist during the late 1920s.

Novarro was murdered on October 30, 1968, by two Mormon brothers, Paul and Tom Ferguson (aged 22 and 17, respectively), whom he had hired from an agency to come to his Laurel Canyon home for sex. According to the prosecution in the murder case, the two young men believed that a large sum of money was hidden in Novarro's house. The prosecution accused them of torturing Novarro for several hours to force him to reveal where the nonexistent money was hidden. They left with a mere 20 dollars they took from his bathrobe pocket before fleeing the scene. Novarro allegedly died as a result of asphyxiation, choking to death on his own blood after being brutally beaten, reputedly with a lead dildo once given him by Rudolph Valentino.

The two brothers were later caught and sentenced to long prison terms but were quickly released on probation. Both were later re-arrested for unrelated crimes, for which they served longer terms than for their murder conviction.

1915 – Donald Friend (d.1989) was an Australian artist, writer and diarist. Born in Warialda, northwest New South Wales, into an aristocratic grazier family, Friend defied his family's wishes that he follow in his father's footsteps. Openly homosexual, he left school at the age of 16 to become an itinerant artist.

Friend began his nomadic life by jumping freight trains to Cairns in North Queensland, traveling further north to Thursday Island, and then living with the island people of the beautiful Torres Strait.

Friend began his art training in Sydney, and assisted by a one hundred pound gift from his grandmother, he traveled to England in 1936 to further his art studies at the Westminster School of Art in London.

In London, Friend met a Nigerian, Ladipo, who became his model and lover. Inspired by Lapido, he traveled to West Africa in 1937 where he found work as a financial adviser. Here, Friend refined his love for the exotic and developed a special interest in ancient African bronze-casting.

With the outbreak of World War II, Friend returned to Sydney and enlisted in the Australian army. For four years he served mainly as an artillery gunner, but in early 1945 he was appointed an Official War Artist. During the last phase of the war in the Pacific, Friend worked in New Guinea and Borneo, two of the bloodiest theaters of Australia's Pacific campaign.

Many of Friend's official wartime works provide rare glimpses of male intimacy and closeness, such as in his figure studies for The Showers Balikpapan 13 August 1945, which depict the bare and brawny physiques of young soldiers engaged in the communal showering ritual.

"The Mosquito Net

Other works record rare moments of "solitude" and "privacy" such as in The Mosquito Net (1945), in which a seemingly unsuspecting naked soldier dozes under the thin veil of a net, his legs apart and groin exposed, oblivious to Friend's voyeuristic gaze.

After the war, Friend joined the bohemian "Merioola" group of artists in Sydney for a brief period, before moving to the old New South Wales mining town of Hill End. His departure was prompted partly by unrequited love for handsome sculpture student Colin Brown.

Colin (1946), The Young Sculptor (1946), and Study of Colin (1946) form part of a series of richly textured paintings and sensitively etched drawings that reveal Friend's awe for the beautiful young Colin. Friend confessed in his diary, "My whole life is Colin. Not particularly Colin himself, but my love and appreciation and desire for the Colins of this world and my life."

Beginning in March 1949, Friend made several trips to Italy, where he fell in love with another model turned lover, a good-looking Italian peasant named Attilio Guarracino, whom he brought back to Australia. However, the pattern of short but intense romance repeated itself and the relationship did not last.

Flyleaf to "Bumbooziana"

In 1979, Richard Griffin published Friend's salacious book Bumbooziana, an "investigation into the private habits of elephants, camels, zebras, leopards, etc. and the equally strange customs of men. . . ." Perhaps the most famous of Friend's publications, Bumbooziana generated much sensation when introduced to a prudish Australian public because of its erotic imagery and sexually-explicit nature, its cover page illustrating the sexualized bodies of half-human, half-zebra creations of Friend's wild imagination.

Friend made "no attempt to disguise the homoeroticism which underlay much of his work." Nor did he mince words about his sexual preferences, depicting himself as "a middle-aged pederast who's going to seed" in his journal. His relationships consisted in large part of a series of affairs with adolescent boys, some of whom became his life-long friends, particularly Attilio Guarracino. His exhibitions were raided by the Vice Squad several times.

Donald Friend died in a squalid apartment in Bondi Junction in Sydney on 16 August 1989, aged 74. Numerous young creative Australians owe a great debt to Friend whose antics and style liberated them from the constraints of Australia during that time.

1975 – Orkut Büyükkökten is a Turkish software engineer who developed the social networking services Club Nexus, inCircle and Orkut. Orkut Büyükkökten is a former product manager at Google.

Originally from Konya, Turkey, Büyükkökten obtained a B.Sc. degree in Computer Engineering and Information Science from Bilkent University in Ankara. He received both a M.S. and a Ph.D. in Computer Science from Stanford University. His research at Stanford focused on Web search and efficient PDA usage.

He has been building and working on online communities since 2000. He introduced his first social network, named Club Nexus, at Stanford in the fall of 2001. Club Nexus was the first college-specific social network. It was a system built to serve the networking and communication needs of the Stanford online community. Students could use Club Nexus to send e-mail and invitations, chat, post events, buy and sell used goods, search for people with similar interests, place personals, display their artwork or post editorial columns. Within a few months of its introduction in 2001, Club Nexus had attracted over 2,000 Stanford undergraduates.

Later, Büyükkökten introduced an alumni social network, named inCircle, for the Stanford Alumni Association intended for use by university alumni groups. In 2002, Büyükkökten launched a company, Affinity Engines, to commercialize inCircle and Club Nexus.

After leaving Affinity Engines and joining Google, he decided to use his 20% time to develop a social networking service. He said: "My dream was to connect all the Internet users so they can relate to each other, it can make such a difference in people's lives." The product manager and Marissa Mayer thought of naming the service after its creator. "Orkut.com" belonged to Orkut Büyükkökten himself. Google convinced him, and its social networking service was called Orkut.

In 2016, he launched a new social networking service, Hello. The social networking site can be customized in three languages — English, French and Portuguese. By August 2016, Hello was available in the US, Canada, France, UK, Australia, New Zealand, Ireland, and Brazil — both on iOS and Android. Hello announced its entry into the Indian market in April 2018.

Büyükkökten was born into a Muslim family. He is openly homosexual, having married his partner in 2008.

1986 – Josh Seefried is an active duty first lieutenant in the United States Air Force, an LGBT rights activist, and a former co-chairman on the Board of Directors of OutServe-SLDN, an association of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender members of the U.S. Military. A graduate from the U.S. Air Force Academy in 2009, Josh was formerly known by his pseudonym JD Smith during his campaign to end the discrimination against lesbians, gays and bisexuals serving openly in the United States military.

Using social networking tools such as Facebook, Seefried organized LGBT active-duty military personnel into an underground association OutServe. To preclude outing himself as gay while serving on active duty in the Air Force, a violation of the then- Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy for which he could have been prosecuted and discharged, he assumed the leadership role and interacted with the media and officials in the Pentagon and the White House using only his pseudonym. He has appeared on CNN, HLN, and MSNBC in shadow; additionally, his comments continue to be regularly sought after by the media as a representative of lesbian, gay, and bisexual actively-serving military members. He was also an invited guest to the presidential signing of the legislation to repeal "Don't Ask, Don't Tell."

On October 27, 2012, the two organizations OutServe and SLDN merged. Seefried was voted co-chair of the board of directors, making him the youngest at 26 to co-chair any major LGBT organization.

Shortly following the repeal of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell", Josh worked with several LGBT military men and women to compile a book, Our Time: Breaking the Silence of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell".

1996 – Rickey Thompson is an American actor, comedian, and Internet personality. He rose to prominence for comedic videos he posts to Instagram, and previously Vine. Thompson starred in the YouTube Red series Foursome (2016-2018).

Thompson grew up in Raleigh, North Carolina. He attended Millbrook High School, where he regularly performed in theater productions and was also bullied for being gay. During this time, Thompson posted YouTube videos about his experience with bullying as well as about fashion. He also used Vine to post comedic videos of himself, usually speaking directly to the camera.

When he was 17, Kylie Jenner shared one of his videos, which led to an increase in his profile on the platform. He amassed 2.5 million followers by the time Vine shut down in 2016. Thompson then began posting short videos to Instagram and continued to grow his social media following. He has monetized his videos with promotional posts and guest appearances at events and in other videos.

Thompson moved to Los Angeles after high school to pursue a career in the entertainment industry and decided to forego college. He also has great interest in fashion.

Thompson is openly gay. He came out on Twitter in 2016.

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FACT

Arabs were not indigenous to Palestine - the writings of Dutch linguist & Cartographer, Adrian

Relandi ( 1676-1718)

who made journeys all across the Holy Land & took censuses

His conclusions are significant.

This was the period of Ottoman control but Relandi notes 'Not one settlement in the Land of Israel had an Arabic name'

( Reland was a scholar of Greek, Latin, Hebrew & Arabic, all of which he spoke fluently.

Most of the Land was empty and the inhabitants few in number mostly concentrated in Acco Jerusalem, Jaffa Tiberius and Gaza

MOST OF THE INHABITANTS WERE JEWS

THE REST WERE Christian Arabs

He encounters few Muslims referred to as 'Nomad Bedouin'.

In 1696 Ramallah was called Beir El & Hebron was Hebron

In Nazareth lived 700 Christians

Jerusalem had 5,000 people, mostly JEWS & a FEW CHRISTIANS

Gaza had 550 people 250 Jewish farmers working in their flourishing vineyards with their olive tree orchards and wheat fields

Christians worked in the transportation of their produce and other goods

Tiberious and Tzfat were MOSTLY JEWISH TOWNS where they worked in the fishing industry

Relandi's book refutes any idea of an indigenous Palestinian people.

Hadriani Relandi

Palestina ex monumentis veteribus illustrate

Written in Latin and published ( printed) by Willem Broedelet, Utrecht, in 1714

Peter Baum

#Israel #Arabs #History #Relandi ( 1676-1718)

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File No. 173

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Alias(es): ******, ‘The Black Knight,’ The Black Horseman,’ The Headless Horseman,’ **** ****

Location(s): Republic of Ireland, Northern Ireland

Classification: Undead, Fae, ********

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Description:

Subject has been referred to by all sources to take the appearance of a male humanoid in dark cloak and armour, riding a black horse (173-1) theorised to be the now instinct Irish Hobby. Most notable feature is supposed lack of head, which some reports suggest has been replaced by so ‘blue flame’ or ‘ghostly blue light.’ Subject has been reported by survivors of attacks to wield both a sword and a long whip that is supposedly made of a human spine. It is theorised this spine once belonged to *** ********

Sightings:

Missing Person Case 01 (20xx)

Notes:

All those who had been in contact with subject also mentioned feeling a ‘cold gaze,’ and ‘cold gust of wind,’ even indoors. (1975) Reports of horse galloping and whinnying at night also persist. (1999) There were, however, no signs of hoof prints in the morning except for locals’ horse trails. Newer reports reference a ‘furnace’ or ‘sizzling’ sound when subject comes close. (20xx)

Most frequent appearances occur near County Limerick, County Kerry and County Cork, but subject has also been reported as far north as County Armagh.

Frequented bogs and graveyards. All sightings occurred at night, particularly between 3:00 am and 4:00 am. A spike in appearances near May Eve and All Hallows’ Eve. (1714)

Suspected to be responsible for a number of missing cases (78 in total) reported near the countryside.

Attacks are sporadic and rarely survived.

Running water weakness theory (1858) disproved, field agent fatality. x2

Iron weakness theory (1927) disproved, field agent fatality.

Gold weakness theory (20xx) disproved, field agent fatality.

***** theory still unproven

Research still ongoing.

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Signed: Johann Schmidt

#🏰#The Organisation

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Greetings from a Filipino who was misled to think that all of Spain participated in colonization! I do have one question to ask, I beg your pardon if it was asked before but I couldn’t find it: how was Catalan nobility (especially Barcelona) in comparison to nobility of Castile? Was their peerage analogous to the Spanish, especially among the hidalgos? Or were Catalan nobility also seen as “lesser”?

Btw thank you so much for this blog. I highly appreciate its content.

Hello! Thank you for your kind words ☺️

The thing is that what nowadays is Spain hasn't always been Spain. Back in the 1500s, the Spain as the unity we know today didn't exist. But your ask reminded me that I don't know much about the colonialism in the Philippines, I'll make sure to read up on the topic.

The Catalan nobility ranks were not the same as the Spanish/Castilian nobility rangs. For example, you brought up the "hidalgos", which is a figure that existed (and was very prominent) in Spanish/Castilian nobility but did not exist in Catalan nobility.

When Castile won the War of Spanish Succession (1714), they abolished the Catalan laws, constitutions, institutions, etc and imposed the Spanish system (and language). That's when hidalgos started to exist in our land, but by then it was centuries after the time where hidalgos had been more relevant. It became something that legally could exist here as well because at that point we had the Spanish legal system, but it was never really important.

At what point in history do you want to know if the Catalan nobility were seen as lesser? I will try to summarize.

Before the marriage of Ferdinand of Aragon (princeps of Catalonia) and Isabel of Castile, Catalan nobility and Spanish/Castilian nobility were equals.

After the marriage (and thus the monarchy lineage becoming the same), Castile gradually started to see all the territories under its crown as its possessions, even though they had their own government and laws. So Castile started to try to apply more and more control over Catalonia, while the Catalans saw it as a foreign power acting as an invasor. I mention this because yes, the Spanish monarchs (and church, the bishops chosen to rule in Catalonia were increasingly in number more Castilians) were acting as "owners" of the land and this angered Catalans, leading to the Reapers' Revolt (Guerra dels Segadors, 1640-1652) which started with the poorest group of Catalan peasants (the reapers) killing the Viceroy of Catalonia (representative of the king in Catalonia) and a lot of the monarchy's officials, and included the declaration of the independent Catalan Republic with the president Pau Claris (1641). I don't know how all the Castilian/Spanish nobles saw themselves in relation to Catalan nobles, but the time period before and after this event is a period with a lot of Catalanophobia in Spain, at least in the highest spheres of power and culture. Just check writings by the king's favourite the Count-Duke of Olivares (who took lots of the political decisions against Catalans) or the famous Spanish writer Francisco de Quevedo (who wrote a whole treaty blaming Catalans for all the problems of Spain and who said things like "Catalans are a monstrous abortion of politics", "Catalans are the most miserable creature created by God", "Catalans are a thief with three hands who, in order to steal from churches, kneels and puts his left hand together to a fake wooden hand and so, when he's seen with his hands together, they consider him devout, and he steals with the right hand", and "as long as there is a Catalan left, we will have enemies and war").

After Castile's victory and Catalonia's defeat in the War of the Spanish Succession, the nobles who had been in the defence of Catalonia were gravely punished of course, but a lot of the highest part of the Catalan nobility lived in Madrid/Castile already before the war and favoured the Bourbons. They were respected, in fact the nobility was the part of society that could stay the same (while non-nobles' lives were much more drastically changed). With the Decrees of Nueva Planta (1715) that abolished Catalan laws and institutions and imposed Spanish/Castilian laws and absolutist monarchy, the organization of Catalan nobles (Braç militar) was dissolved, meaning they didn't have a say in government anymore (before Castilian absolutism, Catalonia had a constitutional system with representatives from the three estaments). However, abolishing the Catalan institutions also meant that, though imposing the Castilian model, the nobility actually gained some more power. For example, under Catalan laws the city hall of Barcelona was governed by representatives of all states of society, but after 1715 with the Castilian laws it was completely under control of the nobility. We could even consider that the nobility gained power, because the power that the peasants and citizens had was taken away and given to the nobles. I don't know if the Catalan nobles were seen as lesser than Castilian nobles, but it's known that they were seen as untrustworthy and it was known that most of them saw the Castilian/Spanish authorities as foreign, and sided with lower class revolts (such as avalot de les quintes, 1773) because they were against the Spanish power.

After 1714, the Spanish authorities had banned Catalan nobles from the right to bear arms (back then, this was a very important social distinction for the nobility), so only the Castillian nobility could carry them. They were given back this right in 1760 thanks to the Baron of Squillace (one of the ministers of the Spanish king Charles III), he was more kind towards Catalans, surely in part to calm them and give them fake hopes, and also in part might be because he was Neapolitan in origin and had Catalan ancestry (or he used that as propaganda, who knows).

It was during the Bourbonic restoration (late 1800s-early 1900s) that the Spanish monarchy started granting quite a lot of nobiliary titles. Most of the titles that exist nowadays in Catalonia date back only to this period afaik. A successor of the Braç militar was created again in 1875, since 1888 it's the institution that still exists nowadays (Reial Cos de la Noblesa de Catalunya).

The highest Catalan nobility titles that gave independence to the territory (most importantly "Count of Barcelona", which is our equivalent of king) were abolished in 1714. They were started to be used again by the Spanish monarchy only starting in 1939 by Juan, father of king Juan Carlos. The current Spanish monarchy still uses Catalan titles like count of Barcelona, princess of Girona, etc which the cities it refers to have repeatedly asked them to stop using, as we don't recognise them as such and most Catalans are convinced republicans (in the sense of against monarchy, not in the USA's sense of being conservative!).

You can find lots of primary sources about this cited in the paper "Notes sobre l'organització i el paper polític de la noblesa catalana entre les crisis de 1766 i 1773" by Sebastià Solé i Cot and Joan Pons i Alzina, published in Barcelona quaderns d’història, 2002, Num. 7, p. 151-175 (PDF available here).

I hope this answers your question!

#ask #anonymous #història

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The Bridge of San Luis Rey. By Thornton Wilder. Harper Perennial, 2021 (original publication: 1927).

Rating: 4.5/5 stars

Genre: literary fiction

Series: N/A

Summary: On Friday noon, July the twentieth, 1714, the finest bridge in all Peru broke and precipitated five travelers into the gulf below. With this celebrated sentence Thornton Wilder begins The Bridge of San Luis Rey, one of the towering achievements in American fiction and a novel read throughout the world.By chance, a monk witnesses the tragedy. Brother Juniper then embarks on a quest to prove that it was divine intervention rather than chance that led to the deaths of those who perished in the tragedy. His search leads to his own death -- and to the author's timeless investigation into the nature of love and the meaning of the human condition.

***Full review below.***

Content Warnings: attempted suicide

Overview: I don't know much about Thornton Wilder (or about 20th century American literature, for that matter). I haven't read or seen Our Town, so my evaluation of this book is coming out of complete ignorance. I happened to find it on a list of recommended historical fiction novels, and the premise was intriguing, so I gave it a go. Overall, I was surprised by how much I liked this book. Wilder's characters were eccentric and compelling, and his prose style brought them to life in rich, vivid detail. While I can see some readers become frustrated with the lack of an overarching narrative, the individual character portraits were so captivating that this book gets 4.5 stars from me.

Writing: Wilder's prose is superb. It feels elegant without being overly lyrical or formal; it brings characters to life with descriptions evocative of a 18th or 19th century folktale. I really loved the hint of "wisdom literature" that Wilder injected into his writing, and I loved that the book felt old-fashioned yet fresh and new at the same time.

Plot: There isn't really a plot to this book so much as there is a number of character portraits that are brought together following the collapse of a Peruvian bridge. When the bridge of San Luis Rey collapses and sends 5 people falling to their death, a witness named Brother Juniper resolves to investigate in hopes of convincing the locals that their deaths were part of God's plan. The bulk of the novel, then, includes descriptions of the victims, their backgrounds, and their lives so that Brother Juniper may definitely answer the question "why did these 5 people die?"

If you like plot-driven stories, then you probably won't enjoy this book, but if you like character-driven works, this is a spectacular example. The characters all have unique quirks and an array of desires, and many of them have an almost obsessive preoccupation with the object of their affections. Doña María, for example, is desperate for her daughter to love her while Esteban is so connected to his brother that his death leaves him feeling empty. Themes such as love/obsession and religion/spirituality are woven so deftly throughout the novel that it was a delight to see them reappear at different points, each exploring a new facet.

I also very much admired the way Thornton made all the characters feel interconnected. Though they didn't always interact with one another, they belonged to the same community, often crossing paths with prominent secondary characters. This meant that their deaths didn't feel random, but didn't feel like a punishment, either. Instead, it felt like Thornton was painting a picture of a tragedy, one that is deeply felt by the whole town and which has ripple effects across different strata of society. It was incredibly satisfying to read.

Characters: There are quite a few characters in this book, so I'll speak about them more generally rather than giving a detailed critique.

The five victims of the bridge were complex, somewhat eccentric, and very well-realized. I loved that each of them felt unique but all fit into the same world without issue, and I appreciated the way they were used to explore the major themes of the book. While each of them were some mixture of good qualities and bad ones, I didn't get the sense that I was reading about heroes and villains. Each one had attributes that made me like them or feel sorry for them, and each had things that made me side eye them a little bit.

Secondary characters were also masterfully used, often showing up as anchor points across multiple chapters. Both the abbess and the actress, for example, are powerful personalities, and they have unique relationships with each of the victims that makes this book feel like a series of interconnected, overlapping paths. If you enjoy those kinds of "composite novels," you'll definitely appreciate Thornton's work here.

TL;DR: The Bridge of San Luis Rey is a masterful meditation on the meaning of human life, made all the more impactful by its elegant, gnomish prose and cast of complex characters. While some readers might be turned off by lack of a tight narrative and the open-endedness of the denouement, this book is a wonderful study of character, and I would recommend it to anyone interested in creating memorable, impactful character vignettes.

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M. Myriel Becomes M. Bienvenu

Volume 1: Fantine; Book 1: A Just Man; Chapter 2: M. Myriel Becomes M. Bienvenu

The episcopal palace of Digne adjoins the hospital.

The episcopal palace was a huge and beautiful house, built of stone at the beginning of the last century by M. Henri Puget, Doctor of Theology of the Faculty of Paris, Abbé of Simore, who had been Bishop of Digne in 1712. This palace was a genuine seignorial residence. Everything about it had a grand air,—the apartments of the Bishop, the drawing-rooms, the chambers, the principal courtyard, which was very large, with walks encircling it under arcades in the old Florentine fashion, and gardens planted with magnificent trees. In the dining-room, a long and superb gallery which was situated on the ground floor and opened on the gardens, M. Henri Puget had entertained in state, on July 29, 1714, My Lords Charles Brûlart de Genlis, archbishop; Prince d’Embrun; Antoine de Mesgrigny, the capuchin, Bishop of Grasse; Philippe de Vendôme, Grand Prior of France, Abbé of Saint Honoré de Lérins; François de Berton de Crillon, bishop, Baron de Vence; César de Sabran de Forcalquier, bishop, Seignor of Glandève; and Jean Soanen, Priest of the Oratory, preacher in ordinary to the king, bishop, Seignor of Senez. The portraits of these seven reverend personages decorated this apartment; and this memorable date, the 29th of July, 1714, was there engraved in letters of gold on a table of white marble.

The hospital was a low and narrow building of a single story, with a small garden.

Three days after his arrival, the Bishop visited the hospital. The visit ended, he had the director requested to be so good as to come to his house.

“Monsieur the director of the hospital,” said he to him, “how many sick people have you at the present moment?”

“Twenty-six, Monseigneur.”

“That was the number which I counted,” said the Bishop.

“The beds,” pursued the director, “are very much crowded against each other.”

“That is what I observed.”

“The halls are nothing but rooms, and it is with difficulty that the air can be changed in them.”

“So it seems to me.”

“And then, when there is a ray of sun, the garden is very small for the convalescents.”

“That was what I said to myself.”

“In case of epidemics,—we have had the typhus fever this year; we had the sweating sickness two years ago, and a hundred patients at times,—we know not what to do.”

“That is the thought which occurred to me.”

“What would you have, Monseigneur?” said the director. “One must resign one’s self.”

This conversation took place in the gallery dining-room on the ground floor.

The Bishop remained silent for a moment; then he turned abruptly to the director of the hospital.

“Monsieur,” said he, “how many beds do you think this hall alone would hold?”

“Monseigneur’s dining-room?” exclaimed the stupefied director.

The Bishop cast a glance round the apartment, and seemed to be taking measures and calculations with his eyes.

“It would hold full twenty beds,” said he, as though speaking to himself. Then, raising his voice:—

“Hold, Monsieur the director of the hospital, I will tell you something. There is evidently a mistake here. There are thirty-six of you, in five or six small rooms. There are three of us here, and we have room for sixty. There is some mistake, I tell you; you have my house, and I have yours. Give me back my house; you are at home here.”

On the following day the thirty-six patients were installed in the Bishop’s palace, and the Bishop was settled in the hospital.

M. Myriel had no property, his family having been ruined by the Revolution. His sister was in receipt of a yearly income of five hundred francs, which sufficed for her personal wants at the vicarage. M. Myriel received from the State, in his quality of bishop, a salary of fifteen thousand francs. On the very day when he took up his abode in the hospital, M. Myriel settled on the disposition of this sum once for all, in the following manner. We transcribe here a note made by his own hand:—

NOTE ON THE REGULATION OF MY HOUSEHOLD EXPENSES.

•For the little seminary—1,500 livres

•Society of the mission—100 livres

•For the Lazarists of Montdidier—100 livres

•Seminary for foreign missions in Paris—200 livres

•Congregation of the Holy Spirit—150 livres

•Religious establishments of the Holy Land—100 livres

•Charitable maternity societies—300 livres

•Extra, for that of Arles—50 livres

•Work for the amelioration of prisons—400 livres

•Work for the relief and delivery of prisoners—500 livres

•To liberate fathers of families incarcerated for debt—1,000 livres

•Addition to the salary of the poor teachers of the diocese—2,000 livres

•Public granary of the Hautes-Alpes—100 livres

•Congregation of the ladies of Digne, of Manosque, and of Sisteron, for the gratuitous instruction of poor girls—1,500 livres

•For the poor—6,000 livres

•My personal expenses—1,000 livres

•Total—15,000 livres

M. Myriel made no change in this arrangement during the entire period that he occupied the see of Digne As has been seen, he called it regulating his household expenses.

This arrangement was accepted with absolute submission by Mademoiselle Baptistine. This holy woman regarded Monseigneur of Digne as at one and the same time her brother and her bishop, her friend according to the flesh and her superior according to the Church. She simply loved and venerated him. When he spoke, she bowed; when he acted, she yielded her adherence. Their only servant, Madame Magloire, grumbled a little. It will be observed that Monsieur the Bishop had reserved for himself only one thousand livres, which, added to the pension of Mademoiselle Baptistine, made fifteen hundred francs a year. On these fifteen hundred francs these two old women and the old man subsisted.

And when a village curate came to Digne, the Bishop still found means to entertain him, thanks to the severe economy of Madame Magloire, and to the intelligent administration of Mademoiselle Baptistine.

One day, after he had been in Digne about three months, the Bishop said:—

“And still I am quite cramped with it all!”

“I should think so!” exclaimed Madame Magloire. “Monseigneur has not even claimed the allowance which the department owes him for the expense of his carriage in town, and for his journeys about the diocese. It was customary for bishops in former days.”

“Hold!” cried the Bishop, “you are quite right, Madame Magloire.”

And he made his demand.

Some time afterwards the General Council took this demand under consideration, and voted him an annual sum of three thousand francs, under this heading: Allowance to M. the Bishop for expenses of carriage, expenses of posting, and expenses of pastoral visits.

This provoked a great outcry among the local burgesses; and a senator of the Empire, a former member of the Council of the Five Hundred which favored the 18 Brumaire, and who was provided with a magnificent senatorial office in the vicinity of the town of Digne, wrote to M. Bigot de Préameneu, the minister of public worship, a very angry and confidential note on the subject, from which we extract these authentic lines:—

“Expenses of carriage? What can be done with it in a town of less than four thousand inhabitants? Expenses of journeys? What is the use of these trips, in the first place? Next, how can the posting be accomplished in these mountainous parts? There are no roads. No one travels otherwise than on horseback. Even the bridge between Durance and Château-Arnoux can barely support ox-teams. These priests are all thus, greedy and avaricious. This man played the good priest when he first came. Now he does like the rest; he must have a carriage and a posting-chaise, he must have luxuries, like the bishops of the olden days. Oh, all this priesthood! Things will not go well, M. le Comte, until the Emperor has freed us from these black-capped rascals. Down with the Pope! [Matters were getting embroiled with Rome.] For my part, I am for Cæsar alone.” Etc., etc.

On the other hand, this affair afforded great delight to Madame Magloire. “Good,” said she to Mademoiselle Baptistine; “Monseigneur began with other people, but he has had to wind up with himself, after all. He has regulated all his charities. Now here are three thousand francs for us! At last!”

That same evening the Bishop wrote out and handed to his sister a memorandum conceived in the following terms:—

EXPENSES OF CARRIAGE AND CIRCUIT.

•For furnishing meat soup to the patients in the hospital—1,500 livres

•For the maternity charitable society of Aix—250 livres

•For the maternity charitable society of Draguignan—250 livres

•For foundlings—500 livres

•For orphans—500 livres

•Total—3,000 livres

Such was M. Myriel’s budget.

As for the chance episcopal perquisites, the fees for marriage bans, dispensations, private baptisms, sermons, benedictions, of churches or chapels, marriages, etc., the Bishop levied them on the wealthy with all the more asperity, since he bestowed them on the needy.

After a time, offerings of money flowed in. Those who had and those who lacked knocked at M. Myriel’s door,—the latter in search of the alms which the former came to deposit. In less than a year the Bishop had become the treasurer of all benevolence and the cashier of all those in distress. Considerable sums of money passed through his hands, but nothing could induce him to make any change whatever in his mode of life, or add anything superfluous to his bare necessities.

Far from it. As there is always more wretchedness below than there is brotherhood above, all was given away, so to speak, before it was received. It was like water on dry soil; no matter how much money he received, he never had any. Then he stripped himself.

The usage being that bishops shall announce their baptismal names at the head of their charges and their pastoral letters, the poor people of the country-side had selected, with a sort of affectionate instinct, among the names and prenomens of their bishop, that which had a meaning for them; and they never called him anything except Monseigneur Bienvenu [Welcome]. We will follow their example, and will also call him thus when we have occasion to name him. Moreover, this appellation pleased him.

“I like that name,” said he. “Bienvenu makes up for the Monseigneur.”

We do not claim that the portrait herewith presented is probable; we confine ourselves to stating that it resembles the original.

#les mis #les mis letters #volume 1: fantine #book 1: a just man #chapter 2

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Have you ever seen an emu in real life, whether in captivity or the wild? I have never.

When was the last time you visited your state’s biggest city? I live in it.

Do you remember what colour the eyes were of the last person you spoke to? Dark brown, as all Filipinos have.

Have you eaten pasta in the past week? Sure. It was fast food spaghetti but still.

Did you pierce your ears yourself or have it done by a professional? I'm pretty sure my parents had it done by a professional. I had been a few weeks or months old after all.

Are you wearing any shoes right now? No.

How many letters are in your surname? Six.

Do you enjoy Burger King? Their burgers are good but Burger King is honestly something I just never seem to look for? Idk, lol. Like I'll never say no to it, but I also don't ever go, "I think I'll get Burger King today." In general I guess I'm also not into fast food burgers much, unless it's Jollibee.

Have you ever worn bell bottom jeans? I don't think I've ever, actually.

How far away from your house is the nearest ice cream place? The nearest one I know of is around a 30 minute drive away.

What colour is your kitchen counter? It's a shade of peach.

When was the last time you washed the dishes? Not a plate but I washed my glass around half an hour ago before I settled in my room.

Do you own a lot of cookbooks? We don't have, like, a bookshelf's worth of cookbooks if that's what you mean by 'a lot,' but I'd say we have more than average. My dad's a chef, so he liked to collect them early on in his career.

How many rooms are in your house? Four.

Have you ever seen American Pie? I haven't. I heard of it a lot as a kid but was also always warned not to watch it, so I kind of brought that with me until now. I still have no clue what that show(?) is about haha.

What do you think of Leonardo DiCaprio? He's really good-looking and an even better actor but I do find his dating choices quite weird given his age.

Do you stay in touch with many people from high school or college? It's a good number. Most of my current circles are from my years in school.

Are you feeling nervous about anything right now? Just a little bit, but I'm trying not to think of it now so I can focus on my weekend and free time.

How many cars can your driveway and garage hold? Technically just one, but we have some extra space around the backyard area and our front yard so we're able to have our two other cars fit in those slots. Mainly so that we don't block the road because it's so annoying that most of the nighbors do that.

When was the last time you were late for something? Around a month ago for one of our events. My teammates arrived earlier to cover for me first so I wasn't too worried, and I was mostly stressed because of the traffic and because the driver kept on heading towards turns that led to more traffic.

Do you own an iPod, and if so, what type? I have not used an iPod since high school.

Did you ever play Stardoll when you were younger? I don't think I've ever heard of that.

Is there a university in your town or city? Yes. There's a small local one literally right beside our village gate.

What’s your father’s handwriting like? The hilarious thing is I don't even know what his handwriting looks like because he writes so rarely. He just...signs. I should hand him a blank piece of paper one of these days and just ask him to write random phrases so I can finally know hah.

Have you ever lived on a farm? Haven't.

Are you hung up on anybody right now? No.

Do you eat fries one by one or in big bunches? Just one each, every time. I always eat stuff like fries by piece.

Did you wash your hair last time you showered? Yeah I never skip anything when I take a bath.

Has anyone ever ransacked your bedroom? Apparently my mom did because that's how she came to read my diary when I wasn't around. I've always been a bit peeved about her entering my room since then.

Do you have any weird sleeping habits that people have told you about? No. I also don't like sleeping with people around, so that's also probably why no one has ever told me anything.

Do you enjoy That 70s Show? I tried getting into it but couldn't understand the humor right from the first episode - either that or I just simply found it unfunny, idk - so I didn't really care to watch the rest.

Are there any clouds in the sky, and what colour are they? Well right now it's 2:01 AM so everything looks black/super sper super dark blue.

Do you think you’re fast at typing? I know I'm fast, haha.

What was the last type of pizza you ate? Pepperoni, but I removed all the pepperoni from the slices I took as I don't like it.

How old are you? 25. WOW I can't believe I'm 25

Do you know anyone with an unusual middle name? Yes.

Would you consider yourself to be intelligent? Only in select aspects.

Have you ever waxed your eyebrows? Nope.

What does your shampoo smell like? Just...idk like a refreshing one?? It doesn't have a distinct scent.

Have you ever passed gas in front of your significant other? I don't like farting hahaha I always suppress mine. Only my sister has heard me do it and that's because those got out accidentally.

Do you have any big regrets in your life? I wouldn't say big, but there have been a few medium-sized regrets here and there.

What colour is the ground or floor where you are right now? Brown.

Do you live on a street, avenue, road etc.? Street.

Can you taste anything right now? Just the remnants of my coffee.

What was the last board game you played? I don't play board games but I played Anomia with my family the other night.

Are you renting the house you’re currently living in? No.

Do you listen to Guns n Roses? Other than the like two songs I know of theirs, no.

How old were you when you had your first boyfriend or girlfriend? I was uhhhhhhh 16, I think.

Have you ever been a bridesmaid? A junior bridesmaid, if that counts; my aunt had that kind of gimmick during her wedding. I was 8 and didn't actually do anything in the role.

Has the sun already set for the day? Forever ago. It's about to rise in a couple of hours or so.

Do you know how to tie a tie? No. I had to wear a necktie from kinder to high school but since I didn't know how to tie ties I just kept the knot and wore it like I would a necklace for the 14 years I studied there hahah.

What are the age gaps between you and your siblings? 2 and 5.

Does your birthday come before June 19th in a calendar year? No, before.

Do you pay attention to the FIFA World Cup? If so, what team do you go for? I'm paying attention to the Women's World Cup right now because 1) one of my clients is the Philippine team's official outfitter so we have had a million and one events related to the World Cup; and 2) THE PHILIPPINES IS (well, was now since we're out...but still) IN THE WORLD CUP FOR THE FIRST TIME. Made the entire country turn into rabid football fans overnight lol it's so surreal to see it all unfold. I love our girls :')

Even if PH got booted though I catch up whenever I can! Some narratives have been super heartwarming, like Jamaica's who apparently had to do crowdfunding to even get to the tournament in the first place.

Are you on any medications right now? I am not.

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El primer intento registrado de producir una máquina de escribir fue realizado por el inventor Henry Mill, que obtuvo una patente de la reina Ana de Gran Bretaña en 1714. En 1833 le fue concedida una patente francesa al inventor Xavier Progin por una máquina que incorporaba por primera vez uno de los principios utilizados en las máquinas de escribir modernas: el uso, para cada letra o símbolo, de líneas de linotipia separadas y accionadas por palancas separadas.

En 1855 el italiano Giuseppe Ravizza creó un prototipo de máquina de escribir, llamado Cembalo scrivano o Macchina da scrivere a tasti. Era una máquina avanzada que permitía al usuario ver lo que escribía a medida que tecleaba. En 1865 el reverendo danés Rasmus Malling-Hansen inventó la Bola de escribir (The Writing Ball), que se comercializó en 1870, siendo la primera máquina de escribir puesta a la venta. Fue un éxito en Europa, y se sabe que estuvo en uso en oficinas de Londres hasta 1909. Adicionalmente, Malling-Hansen usó un escape solenoidal para el retorno del carro de algunos de sus modelos, constituyendo un serio candidato para la primera máquina de escribir “éctrica".

Mayor parte de la trayectoria de la máquina de escribir, seguía varios elementos, las cuales se van llevando a cada una y seguir mejorando. Ya que la máquina de escribir es un dispositivo mecánico con un conjunto de teclas que, al ser presionadas, imprimen caracteres en un papel y cada vez se van cambiando para ser mejoradas, desde un aspecto básico, los cuales son: Tabulador, mecanismo que permite colocar las márgenes en el papel; armazón, base de la máquina; timbre marginal, aquel que avisa cuando se llega al final del margen; teclado, conjunto de teclas, las letras, símbolos y números; palanca, sirve para cambiar la dirección de la cinta; carro; sirve para desplazar el papel de izquierda a derecha; rodillo, cilindro que gira el papel y golpea al escribir; espaciador, barra para separar letras o palabras; tecla de retroceso, se acciona para retroceder en la escritura; saltador marginal, permite evitar los márgenes, sobre todo en el lado derecho (al terminar la tabulación escribiendo); fijadores de papel, Palanca que al ser accionada suelta o sostiene el papel; cinta entintada, transfiere pigmento al papel, permitiendo imprimir teclas pulsadas.

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The first recorded attempt to produce a typewriter was made by inventor Henry Mill, who obtained a patent from Queen Anne of Great Britain in 1714. In 1833 a French patent was granted to the inventor Xavier Progin for a machine that incorporated for the first time one of the principles used in modern typewriters: the use, for each letter or symbol, of separate linotype lines operated by separate levers.

In 1855 the Italian Giuseppe Ravizza created a prototype typewriter, called Cembalo scrivano or Macchina da scrivere a tasti. It was an advanced machine that allowed the user to see what they typed as they typed. In 1865 the Danish Reverend Rasmus Malling-Hansen invented The Writing Ball, which was marketed in 1870, being the first typewriter put on sale. It was a success in Europe, and is known to have been in use in London offices until 1909. Additionally, Malling-Hansen used a solenoidal exhaust for the carriage return of some of its models, constituting a serious candidate for the first "electric" typewriter.

Most of the trajectory of the typewriter followed several elements, which are taken to each one and continue to improve. Since the typewriter is a mechanical device with a set of keys that, when pressed, print characters on a paper and each time they are changed to be improved, from a basic aspect, which are: Tab, mechanism that allows to place the margins on the paper; frame, machine base; marginal timbre, the one that warns when the end of the margin is reached; keyboard, set of keys, letters, symbols and numbers; lever, serves to change the direction of the tape; cart; used to move the paper from left to right; roller, cylinder that rotates paper and knocks when writing; spacer, bar for separating letters or words; backspace key, is actuated to go back in typing; marginal jumper, allows to avoid margins, especially on the right side (when finishing the tab typing) ...

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