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On July 26th 1820 the Union Chain Bridge, across the River Tweed was opened.
The Union Chain Bridge spans the River Tweed between Horncliffe, Northumberland, England and Fishwick, Borders, Scotland. It was designed by Captain (later Sir) Samuel Brown RN, who held patents for the design of the chains, although Brown altered the tower and abutments on the suggestion of John Rennie. When it opened in 1820 it was the longest wrought iron suspension bridge in the world with a span of 137 metres (449 ft), and the first vehicular bridge of its type in the country.
It cost £7,700 to construct and pre-dates the Clifton Suspension Bridge and the Menai Bridge, which are of similar design . Today it continues to carry traffic, and visitors can enjoy pleasant walks along the river bank. Just up the hill from the Union Chain Bridge on the English side is the Chain Bridge Honey Farm, where there is situated a permanent exhibition on chain suspension bridges.
Downstream on the Scottish side is Paxton House, where visitors can see Alexander Naismith's depiction of Union Chain Bridge, painted before its actual completion, as seen in the second picture.
Before the opening of the Union Bridge, crossing the river at this point involved an 11-mile via Berwick upon Tweed. Until 1885, tolls were charged for crossing the bridge; the toll cottage, being at the English end, was demolished in 1955.
The bridge reopened earlier this after a major £10.5 million restoration. Just two weeks ago it was recognised as an International Historic Civil Engineering Landmark, joining the likes of Sydney Harbour Bridge and The Eiffel Tower.
Much more on the bridge here http://www.unionbridgefriends.com/history/
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INGMAR BERGMAN’S ‘TO JOY’ “I’d like to bury myself so deep that nothing got to me…”
© 2020 by James Clark
The genesis of Ingmar Bergman’s thrilling final film, namely, Saraband (2003), consists of a film few have seen and few will ever see, namely, To Joy (1950). Fifty-three years is a long span; but the matters in that long-ago gem include sensibility in such a way as to expose an obligation untouched by Saraband, and any of the other films in that chain of pearls.
Before getting down to the reason why this hidden treasure is particularly important, let’s enumerate what Saraband did so wonderfully on the recommendation of that lost classic. There we find that the effete couple in the film, Scenes from a Marriage (1973), are even far more tedious in Saraband, in their craving for advantage, than when they were younger. The protagonist, Karin, therein, soldiers on to introduce an overtaking of advantage in the music industry while aiming for a career of a classical orchestra player finding gold in the form of sharing with other players attentive to the infrastructures of intention, not the pedantry of being perfect, supreme in that discipline, and mowing down one’s inferiors. Moreover, To Joy, not explicitly but readily understood, moves apace—53 years before, in one Henrik, becoming a practicing incest opportunist until Karin brings equilibrium to her métier—presents a 30-year-old siren sporting a wedding ring pretending to be the wife of a 60-year-old when in fact his daughter, and doing tricks at the homestead.
All of this drama, as we’ve said, is not new. But it is the unopened treasure of our film today which will occupy our strivings. Right from the outset (with its credits seriously and deliberately ugly as to design), we see a stage crammed to the last inches of classical symphonic agency, a horde of choristers and four vocal soloists. Details of the composition can wait. As they present themselves there, they are not only an occasional unity, but an overriding culture. It is that aspect which Bergman attends to, as never before and never again. The melodrama unfolding before our eyes, for all its mayhem, is not particularly interesting per se. What we’ve been gifted to, is the reflection of Bergman, a remarkable artist, taking a harsh bead upon his own ilk. In one light, we have an instance of the very familiar concern (for Bergman) consisting of relations who “speak the same language.” This concern, however, tends to happily savage bourgeois gluttons (crammed also with the religious and the scientific, with their gluttony). Now, though, it’s the sanctity of a supposed independent, incorruptible, clear sightedness, being questioned as opening a window upon the cosmos. Yes; and no. Here we’re about to present what it means when the arts crowd produces a form of blindness, a form of gluttony mooting nothing so much as a solitary player. Karin, in Saraband, with her high hopes, will be on a firing line—however small-town—(perhaps even smaller than the small-town depicted in our film today, the Helsingborg Swedish Orchestra).
With the exception of a rush to ascertain how his wife had died in the explosion of a kerosene stove (and the aftermath of being left with his twin toddlers), the action is a flashback of their marriage—scenes from their marriage, remarkably unlike the 1973 film—having, however, some similar form, though, in the reverie of Face to Face (1976). That the husband during the initial shock saw fit to smash his head into a table, could be an ironic bid to strike a match, a match unable to catch benign fire. Cut to a symphonic orchestra in rehearsal, by way of the pizzazz of a pair of hands, in close-up, touching the strings of a harp. (Such a flourish seeming a point of anything goes.) The aged conductor strikes a chord of hopefulness. “We’re beginning a new season. I think it’ll be good.” Then he extends a welcome to the two new and young members of a group nearly all being long in the tooth. “This is Stig Ericsson… Then we have a woman in the orchestra. It’s sort of silly and totally against nature but she’s reasonably talented. She’s right there, if you haven’t noticed. Not only does this welcome dispense with her name; but it ushers in a spate of communication, verbal and nonverbal, startling in its aggressiveness. (This is not about an ancient crudity; Marta, the unmentionable, is perfectly cheery in being spoken as a nonentity. The music is deadly serious. The rest of their life is something else.)
Of course women artists have had to face such contempt until very recently; but the overtness of the patter coming to bear here suggests toleration of violence as a special intuition of a cadre of the select. The conductor adds his baton as if a sword, when pointing her out. (Not to forget that the thrust packed some validity, but of a weak volume.) As the rehearsal gets into gear, there are close-ups and pan shots along the various sections (the newcomers being violinists, Stig being part of the first section, Marta in the second fiddles), revealing the mechanisms of the forces. And, therewith, we are apprised of the deep background able to muster at a flash. Clever, athletic and emotionally sensitive, without a doubt. But there is a vast bridge to cross between the effective and the wise. “Give it all you’ve got!” the conductor shouts. That being more a question than an order. And so, it comes to, “Well, you sounded awful today, but that’s to be expected…” (Expected because it was the first rehearsal? Or expected because the players are second-rate? He goes on, “Cortot [a touring soloist] is coming on Thursday. Then we’ll have some music!” He rushes past them as if they were carrying a plague. And yet the insult doesn’t stick. Superstar or the boonies—they have all they really want, the drug of the notes, like angels. Our helmsman, despite so brilliantly embarrassing, in his ironical dramas, those unable to control the drugs of pedantry and advantage, was far from immune from that failing in himself. This film being, a true one-off.)
A spine running through this narrative might clarify that common and yet complex problem. “Just what did you do over the Christmas break? In this blasted town where people just drink and eat… You blobs…” One of the cello players replies, “This is a difficult part.” (Rather than extend the work, those blessed already tend to rest on their laurels.) The conductor ripostes, “Not for someone with talent. But some people are lazy bones and blockheads.” The Leader has settled like his herd, except demanding more of the same. Here, though, the whole discipline is in question. On to, “I can’t listen to any more of this frightful screeching…” At a slightly different point of view, the conductor, happy to accompany Marta and Stig to their wedding at City Hall, as their witness (but having forgotten the date), shows us the lack of attention of this, and myriad other endeavors. “I should probably apply for my pension and retire… We’ll just have to call the mayor and postpone it.” Stig’s position is, “It sometimes seems like a concentration camp.” (Flinging around insults that fail to attain any cogency, because the forces of sensibility are perpetually numb, beyond their musical playground.) The retiree lobs back, “What impudence! We’ll rehearse all day!”/ “Without Marta and me.”/ “Then you can leave my orchestra.”/ To which, the forever boy, declares, “We make your orchestra!” (Marta responds in shock from the boy’s stupidity. Were she not numb herself, the wedding would never happen.) The conductor finds this register to be apt: “You weren’t given the strap as a child. And you’re turning into a child again. Go to hell!” The boy settles for, “No, I don’t want to be where you are…” On and on, the skimpy example adds, “You’re ungrateful and inconsiderate. I could have a heart attack and die.”/ “Good riddance,” the effete junkyard dog yells. The so-called mentor rounds out this powwow, with, “This is what comes from letting women into orchestras.” And a cut finds the three, on another day, the picture of wedding hopes. Needing a soloist due to a no-show from an abrupt retirement, the one supposedly making the orchestra valid, bulls his way to taking over, and then being exposed as incapable with the topspin rigors of major intensity. (In the run-up to this supposed coup he tells Marta, “The sky’s the limit now… Maybe I’ll go all the way to Stockholm.” His humiliation—an early form of significant crisis in the Bergman surgery—pertains to that singularity about overinvolved artists. Not surprisingly, he reaches into his vast cheapness there, blaming the conductor for the fiasco. “Goddamned bastard! Now he’s happy, of course!” One of the few other artists not old, mocks, “That was better than I expected!” In another explosion, he yells, “Goddamn bastard! I’m simply mediocre!” As the shattering timbre flares futilely, bombing Stig, matters swing over to the embarrassing morning paper. (“You must be happy now, you and Sonderby. Just think how everyone will laugh?”). But there is Marta, counselling, “Shall I console you and say it’ll be better next time?” Or, that default move, instilled long ago, in her and his training: “I can go to rehearsal at 10:00, sit in my usual place and do my job…” (His response: “That shows how little you understand.” Only if Stig vaguely attempts to crash the precious ceiling, does he avoid being road kill.) On a day, some years later, when the couple and the conductor are at a farm house Stig and Marta own, Sonderby reiterates to Stig, “Give up the idea of being a soloist. Settle for being a good orchestral player. [Otherwise it’s] pride, pure and simple…” He’s met with, “Just because you’re an old failure, doesn’t mean I have to be.” Then that horrific tolerance clicks in, and somehow the “friend” quietly replies, “The world needs second-raters too. No worker bees, no honey.” Stig concludes with, “It’s awful hearing you talk. Like listening to the already deceased.”
Moving within that other area of workaday deceased, there are not only faux pas but massacre. The two new recruits at that first rehearsal are well-known to each other from their academy days (not from a conservatory). A perky Marta tells him that that past summer she was “abroad” with her brother, “and heard lots of music.” A morose Stig, looking to the floor, refers to a pop review, way below his skills. She bribes him, with a healthy amount of money, to come to her birthday party that night. (And the reference of gaining maturity anticipates her not shabby effort. In Stig, of course, we have the dangers of thinking that being a passable violinist is all that the cosmos could possibly throw at you. Ill at ease, he quickly gets drunk and begins to tell us what else he does. Marta had demanded a gift from out of her munificence. His baby polar bear doll is a hit. During the visit coinciding with Marta’s death, the bear has turned his back on Stig.) He yells out, “I’m magnificent when I’m onstage. Have you heard me play the violin? The big-name players are all charlatans. I’ll show you bastards what a violin is all about! I’ll tell you the secret of real art. It’s created when you’re unhappy. I prefer being unhappy. God knows it’s the state I usually find myself in.” The “state” is such that he turns upon his own chosen hobbyhorse of pedantic advantage. “And I say take it all away! It’s worth nothing. I’ll die and come back to life, and then you’ll hear real violin playing! Because it all comes down to humility!” (He smashes a glass to emphasize… He falls over…) Marta asks, “Are you OK?” And he tells her, “Go to hell!” She calmly tells him, “You’re making a fool of yourself.” She’s calm, because she has a history, from the academy, where his radical disarray made some sense to her. “I can’t figure out who I am… Why can’t I act like a respectable person, with my talent… A person might act crazy and stupid at times. What’s important is that he aspires to be a real person and artist.” But as these performers know, there is an obligation to deliver. Stig presses her to agree. “Yes, I do,” she eventually concurs, knowing, though, that there is much more to it. Bergman, right as rain, places the toy baby polar bear into the mix as an instance of aspiration—exactly childish, soft and so wrong.
Marta, already having been a quick wife and a quick divorcee, sets her sights on what the academy doesn’t know. An afternoon by the sea and its imposing flat rocks (flat), seems apt to be the site of her next incursion of escape from the lovely wrong. “Sonderby is nice. He’s done good things.” Stig is in a mood for only what increases his career. “I’d like to start a brilliant string quartet and tour the world. I’d be the best.” Her wry response, “Of course…”/ “I don’t like this odd grin on your face,” he challenges./ “Just being friendly,” is her argument, an argument aimed toward matrimony. He asks, “What about you? What do you want?”/ “Nothing… I’d like to bury myself so deep that nothing got to me.” The preamble here has allowed us to understand that her focus is disinterestedness. Out of a supposed ordinary outlook, she can’t conceal a force possibly upsetting all the advantages having been placed by an affluent family. That moves Stig to wonder that she sets her objectives to be so meagre. “But you’re not unhappy.” Her response—“Some people have an unnaturally happy air”—constitutes for her more a frightening conundrum than a haven. (“A happy air,” being a glimpse of forces transcending arts-smarts and all the nicety our planet presents as an acme.) He maintains that, “I know nothing about you;” and she maintains, “Perhaps that’s best for both of us.” Before mentioning that reckless marriage, she has declared, “What better than reckless could be? You’ve wanted to sleep with me, but I haven’t let you. If I did, would you care for me a little then? Be honest.” He tells her, “I have to think about it,” which for someone like her, having thought deeply—in lonely contemplation—would mean, “No, no, no, no!” (The era is the fifties; it’s also the lair of the Millennials.) But his molten self-esteem and freezing distemper imagine for Marta a study worth studying. Stig typically gets around to, “I know exactly what you’re asking. You want some assurance that I love you. Otherwise, you’ll have moral pangs.” There was difficulty reaching Stig about Marta’s death because he was with his mistress during Marta and the children’s summer vacation. The outpouring, of good-will, seen at a rehearsal in the aftermath of the tragedy and Stig’s having a shot at appearing to be a model dad, question what kind of life (air) there could be without Marta’s latter-days-tolerance. Would he have adjusted, somewhat, in his being an insensate coward, even before the death, with its flattening bourgeois dullness? This would not be about a calamity, but the appetite for looking afield for discovery while within amplified selves our adventure belongs.
Stig and Marta, like so many others, have very early in life burned their bridges. Of course ranges of understanding can be developed while clinging to a lodestone. But free discovery, tracing beyond a trusty rationality, might still benefit from the tribulations of Stig and Marta. During that heart-to-heart on the shore, which produces their onset of living together, she tells him, “But we can promise to be honest. That’s absolutely necessary.” Sometime later, Marta announces that she’s pregnant. “You don’t seem too enthusiastic. Well you don’t have to be.”/ “How did it happen?” the supposed deliverer of love, questions./ “In the usual way” [screwball Hollywood, and its “charm]./ “Don’t be funny,” he glares./ “Dumb questions get dumb answers.”/ “Have you known long?”/ “Almost three months. Hit me if you want.”/ “Why didn’t you say anything?”/ “Because I want this child. Understood?” The understanding welling out, exposing that passion for “honesty”—is so like the elected and their play of notes given by a composer. Marta can cut corners with impunity. Stig doesn’t even recognize a constituency of coherence, beyond the writings of his repertoire. “Children come, want them or not,” Marta now embraces. His position is, “If you’ve had one abortion, you can have another.” (Anticipating the progress in Bergman’s Brink of Life [1958].) “How do I know it’s mine?” comes next, and garners a slap in his face. “Besides, there’s no room… All the crying and chaos. Where will I rehearse? Thanks so much…” Although, after lacerating distemper on Stig’s part, the baby is a go, it’s with a go with only one parent involved. (One of Marta’s only remarks within the war, is, “I’d like you to act like a man for once.”) Whereas Marta had begun to practice “burying herself so deep,” while recognizing a sense of disinterestedness (coinciding within her retirement from the orchestra, and madly going through with the once-postponed wedding—the mayor pronouncing, “May harmony and happiness reign;” and also pronouncing, “Never forget the promise of fidelity you have made)—Stig, in the aftermath of his fiasco onstage, enters the precinct of that flimsily hidden father and daughter incestuous prostitute business. Cut to a frozen window and Marta’s having few delusions about affectionate warmth. (At that first thrust about “honesty,” she also declares, “I’ve faked my way through almost everything in my life.” Meaning that her aesthetic skills carry an ironic disease.)
Three years later, of life with twins, Sonderby is visiting Marta and Stig at the farm house which she has found to be best for her bid to transcend the dubiousness of “serious art” and “serious artists.” Resting in the grass and sun, the confirmed harmonizer, perhaps with concerns he’d never admit, speaks quietly to us, as the children play and the parents rest. “I’m glad I’m not a writer. If I were to take it upon myself to portray Stig and Marta, from when we first met four years ago, what a dishonest and incomplete picture I would paint. For example, I’ll never forget the episode last winter when I stopped by to drop off a score for Stig. The doorbell was broken so I walked in and peered into the living room. He saw Stig keeling on the floor being supported by Marta. How can I describe the way they held each other? So boundlessly tender, but with a profound, exotic sensitivity. But why was there so much loneliness and childish fear in their stillness. Holding her. I went out again and knocked on the door. When Marta came to the door, it was all still there in her eyes… Yes, she’s a remarkable little woman… Citing another moment, so devoid of vigor, they’d quarreled. I picked up on it right away. It hung in the air. Marta was a little quiet. She had huddled on the sofa and looked at Stig. He talked to me the whole time, but it was just nervous chatter. He got up for the cognac, but on the way back he passed Marta. He clung to the sofa, they looked at one other, and Stig suddenly said, ‘Hey, little girl.’ Formulaic smiles to each other. That seemed to break the spell, because the strained atmosphere vanished like a puff of wind over the open sea. I didn’t know why. I can’t tell you. Imagine trying to decipher a complicated secret language.” (There is, of course, a long trail in Bergman films, concerning, “sharing the same language.” But the dilemma here puts to shame the standard conformity and its mischief. That the two lovers developed and spoke unhidden, to conceal their most secret and fragile emotions…) “Depicting a single day in their lives would fill many shelves with large volumes… Thank God that’s not my job. I have only to reproduce what the great composers created in truth and spirit… That’s my pleasure and no one can take it from me.” At this stage of Marta’s being preoccupied with the twins, she is almost satisfied with no longer being “burying myself so deep;” but instead declaring, “I’m a very rich woman. I have you and the kids and old Sonderby snoring over there… Nothing to sweep me off my feet. But I deserve a spanking for such a horrible thought, don’t I?” Then there was Stig, maintaining, “I think it’s to your credit. Nowhere is it written that a person should be content, much less happy.” (This gushing, on the part of the man and his pleasure that no one can take from him [grossly overrating the miasma of the poisonously educated protagonists], constitutes a pivot of major import, whereby to reveal the casual physical viciousness bringing along with inept art and inept courage.)
Stig’s candid misery has a night when Nelly, the baby doll, polishes his fingernails. After the loss of Marta, he finds more subtle currents to hate himself. Expanding on that faux dignity on the day when Marta’s death was announced, we’ll touch the staging and its powerfully ironical moment. The sentimental conductor is on the podium. An army of choristers and the full orchestra are shooting for the skies with Beethoven’s “To Joy.” (Sonderby tries to rally the troops with this explication: “It’s about joy, you see. Not the joy expressed in laughter… or the joy that says, I’m happy. What I mean is a joy so special that it lies beyond pain and boundless despair. It’s a joy beyond all understanding. I can’t explain it any better.” [Here the preceding admission that writing’s range surpasses that of music, might have a role to play.]) Stig, having intoned, “It’s better to keep working ,” is at his post and the heavens seem to be focused upon his pathos, leaning to bathos. (At a much earlier rehearsal for another composition, Nelly had showed up, and Stig complained, “I said not to come here. Our relationship is nothing to advertise.” He had said, “I wish I could leave you, but I just can’t seem to.”) Now, it’s the little boy, having been off limits when the explosion happened, who sits at the same first-row seat that Nelly had occupied, long before. Here the dad smiles often to the boy, during the current rehearsal, as befits a silent martyr. Is he? His history says no, emphatically. The creation of Marta’s bid to break away from the academy was mediocre, but handicapped by a crazed Stig, even more mediocre. (The blazing last moments of bathos in the work stands as a secretive injury. Similarly, the predations of Stig and the countering of Marta are close to soap opera. But the frequent topspins of Marta’s nightmare and very infrequent topspins of Stig’s nightmare, count for [ragged, tone deaf] actions of modernity.) (“Nelly’s better at nurturing your misunderstood genius. Can’t be easy for the poor girl.” With that, he smashes her face in a frenzy of blood and dead end. “The last part was my fault,” she says. “I’m to blame. But I won’t forget the rest.”)
Even more shocking than those plunges, are their sense of accomplishment. He tells her and us, “I know what the problem is. We both think life has passed us by. We’ve both been struck by a moment of clarity, and with clarity comes disgust. It’s a natural consequence.” In response, Marta finds recovery just around the corner. “We’ve argued and been nasty to each other, but we just had to reach out, and it was fine again. It was a great sense of security.” (“Security” will soon loom, in the form of Bergman films about Anna, an instance of butchery.) Stig argues, “Now we’ve discovered there’s no such thing as security.” Marta maintains, “Remember what you said here our first night together. The main thing is to become a real person.” He scowls, “We said a lot of things back then.” She insists, “It was the truth.”/ “It was all lies,” is his understanding. He then resuscitates his pedantic mania about becoming a soloist supreme. “That morning I came home [after visiting Nelly] with my hand cut, that’s where my clarity began. It was so unbearable that I put my hand through a window so I’d give up my dream of being a soloist. I stood there with a bloody hand and thought how stupid I was. Why doesn’t someone laugh at this second-rate musician who won’t accept his mediocrity…” [who can’t discern a field of effort beyond showing off, beyond advantage]. She has a valid come-back—”Me, me, me. Can’t you hear how pitiful you sound?” (Compare the view of Mikael, the Sugar Daddy (he, of “I know it myself… The great silence,”), who follows the lead of a philosopher. “Everything is part of what is called, ‘spiritual science.’ This may include the self, society, state, morals or religion. It’s all just an intellectual game.” (In Bergman’s Saraband, Johan, the cynic, reads the philosopher, Kierkegaard.) Nelly will revel in Michael’s having a deadly stroke. He pens a last statement of apology, but he avoids the blockbuster, left to us to see the writing on the wall.
There is a moment, in Nelly and Stig’s not very impressive kick at the can, when first they meet, being symbolic to the point of much clever ardor and no perseverance. He tells her, “I hoped to catch the moon in a net; but just as I was going to pull it up, it sank deep below me.”
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What is famous in Rishikesh for Shopping?
Rishikesh, also known as the “Yoga Capital of the World,” is a destination of pilgrimage value and is also popular among tourists for the adventure activities it offers. Not many are aware that Rishikesh offers tourists with a unique shopping experience. So, what is famous in Rishikesh for Shopping? Let’s find out!
Rishikesh is a popular tourist destination in India and is a holy land that is known as a spiritual abode. Tourists get to shop for music DVDs and CDs that contain aartis and devotional bhajans, along with jewelry, spices, shawls, and precious stones. Apart from these, people often shop for adventure gear as well.
Shopping is an activity taken by almost all the tourists who visit Rishikesh. The place is known for the pooja essentials, saris, and a few stores stock mesmerizing and unique religious artifacts. The town has a few popular places for shopping, and knowing all about them is a must if you are looking for a hassle-free shopping experience here. However we will have a look at some of the best products you can buy when in Rishikesh.
We have curated a list for those who love to indulge in some fancy shopping!
Precious or Semi-Precious Stones
You can find a number of stalls in the town that sell genuine gemstones, both precious and semi-precious. Tourists can find these stalls on either side of the Laxman Jhula Bridge, which is a well-known tourist attraction in the town. If you fancy stone studded jewelry, you can find everything here ranging from pendants, chains, earrings, and finger rings. Tourists also get to buy just the stones, and many stalls also sell stones used for astrological purposes like “panna” or “meena.”
Though most of the places sell genuine products, one cannot vouch for their authenticity. If you are in any doubt, do not go ahead with the purchase. But do remember to bargain well.
Music CDs and DVDs
Rishikesh is a pilgrimage site, and hence you can find many stalls that sell music CDs of devotional songs and bhajans that are dedicated to the Hindu deities. Most of these songs have the tune of popular songs and are quite popular with tourists. For more variety, you can check the collection at the Bhajan Sangam Music store, where you also get music CDs on Trance and more. Do not forget to shop for some good yoga CDs as you get plenty here.
Pooja Items
The stalls located at Rishikesh, especially near the Lakshman Jhula Bridge, have a wide variety of pooja items. These are not only popular with foreign tourists but are a huge hit with visitors from India as well. Be it agarbattis or the dhoop battis, you find a wide variety of them, in different fragrances. You can also get for yoga mats, aarti plates, and containers to carry the holy Ganges water to your home. Most of these also work great as souvenirs as they are quite affordable, and are lightweight.
Adventure Gear
Rishikesh is located near the foothills of Himalayas, and due to its location, the town offers various adventure activities like river rafting, trekking, and more. Tourists can shop for trekking gear and gear for water sports in many shops here. Some of the popular ones are located near Lakshman Jhula. The guides from the resorts in Rishikesh can guide you to some of the best stores, where you can find adventure gear of international quality.
Jams and Pickles
One of the popular things you can buy when shopping in Rishikesh are fresh jam and pickles. These are way more delicious than the ones you get in supermarkets and are made fresh. The jams especially are made using fresh fruit, and you get to choose from a wide variety like strawberry jam, apple jam or blueberry jam.
Honey
Places surrounding Rishikesh are known to have a number of beekeeping farms, and hence you can get fresh and naturally sweet honey here. The honey available here is organic, and there are no additives added to it. This is one of the reasons why the honey stays fresh even for years. And, the best part is that you can find these in different flavors as well.
Woolen Outfits
Woolen clothing like shawls or sweaters is the best thing you can buy when shopping at a hill station like Rishikesh. Tourists get to choose from a wide variety of woolen products like scarfs, mittens, socks and more that keep them safe in the harsh weather conditions. These are great as souvenirs also.
Handicrafts
Rishikesh is a town that is not only famous for Yoga but is quite popular for handicrafts too. Tourists can buy well-preserved handicrafts that are based on the Garhwali and the Kumaoni culture. Most of the products here are made using natural fibers like Jute and Raambaan. The markets here are also good to purchase copperware and wooden crafts.
Pashmina and Angora
If you are in Rishikesh or the state of Uttarakhand, you cannot miss shopping for Pashmina shawls or Angora. These are the fabrics that are women using the hair of the mountain goats here and keep you extremely warm. You can also shop for hand-embroidered shawls at various shops located near the Lakshman Jhula market. You can know that they are real as the real Pashmina fabric can be passed through a finger-ring.
Rishikesh is not only a scenic location, loved by nature lovers, but is a shopper’s paradise as well. The items mentioned above are those that are found only in Rishikesh and Uttarakhand. Even if you are not much into shopping, you certainly need to buy some as souvenirs.
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Bridging the gap between grower and roaster
As demand for transparently traded green coffee increases, algrano have developed a producer-led initiative that empowers growers to reach specialty coffee roasters more effectively through its award-winning platform.
The new ‘Spot Europe’ feature means that producers can now ship their coffee to Bremen before selling to specialty coffee markets. It guarantees significantly lower waiting times for coffee samples, nano lots, micro lots and larger orders to be delivered directly to the roastery door.
Co-founder of algrano, Gilles Brunner, explains that the new initiative was developed in response to producer-need: “Growers told us that they want to be closer to the roaster by having their coffee warehoused in Europe”, he comments. “Our mission is always to bridge the gap between growers and roasters so the ‘Spot Europe’ tool is another step towards fulfilling our goal. It is a great opportunity for growers to take control of developing their own brand, while having much greater visibility in specialty coffee markets”.
Markus Fischer of Finca La Bastilla is a single estate coffee grower based in Nicaragua who is one of the first producers to take advantage of the ‘Spot Europe’ mechanism: “There are several advantages for us as growers. Not only do we have direct contact with the final buyer or roaster but it gives us the opportunity to offer specific qualities in small lots, allowing for total transparency in the supply chain,” he says.
Currently, Finca Las Bastilla produces around 250 specialty micro-lots in parchment or green bean each year. Situated between 1100 – 1450m in Jinotega, the 165-hectare coffee estate benefits from microclimates that contribute to the diversity in cup profile of the coffees grown across the region. Varietals such as Red and Yellow Catuai, Caturra, Catimor, Geisha are all cultivated alongside other hybrids as part of a recent varietal trial programme.
He adds that they have the facility to fully wash, honey process or naturally sun-dry their coffee. A dry mill on the farm also gives them full control in preparing the coffee for specialty markets before it leaves the farm gate for the port, and finally shipped to the warehouse in Bremen.
Markus highlights why having his coffee physically based closer to his customers will help him to realize to his aspirations as a producer: “Roasters will benefit due to the immediate availability of our coffee. This will allow for an intense exchange of information and opinion on quality, production, and other feedback from buyers - which is crucial to us. We are aware of the risks of having coffee consigned to a single destination port but this is important for the expansion of our customer base. For roasters interested in a continuous and dependable supply of a coffee they like, even in small deliveries, this new way of doing business should be interesting. We hope that the algrano platform will change our business from a simple commodity to a branded product for La Bastilla”.
Once the container of microlots from Nicaragua arrives in Bremen this September, algrano plan to roll out the ‘Spot Europe’ feature to other coffee producing countries so that fresh crop from Honduras and Peru will soon be available for roasters to request samples later this year.
Find the spot offer from La Bastilla here.
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On July 26th 1820 the Union Chain Bridge, across the River Tweed was opened.
The Union Chain Bridge is internationally significant as Europe’s first iron suspension bridge, designed in 1817, to carry vehicular traffic and is the earliest surviving example in the World still in use today, well sort of, once the the rebuilding it is going under just now is complete.
The Union Chain Bridge spans the River Tweed between Horncliffe, Northumberland, England and Fishwick, Borders, Scotland. It was designed by Captain (later Sir) Samuel Brown RN, who held patents for the design of the chains, although Brown altered the tower and abutments on the suggestion of John Rennie. When it opened in 1820 it was the longest wrought iron suspension bridge in the world with a span of 137 metres (449 ft), and the first vehicular bridge of its type in the country.
It cost £7,700 to construct and pre-dates the Clifton Suspension Bridge and the Menai Bridge, which are of similar design . Today it continues to carry traffic, and visitors can enjoy pleasant walks along the river bank.
Just up the hill from the Union Chain Bridge on the English side is the Chain Bridge Honey Farm, where there is situated a permanent exhibition on chain suspension bridges. Downstream on the Scottish side is Paxton House, where visitors can see Alexander Naismith’s depiction of Union Chain Bridge, painted before its actual completion, as seen in the first picture.
Before the opening of the Union Bridge, crossing the river at this point involved an 11-mile via Berwick upon Tweed. Until 1885, tolls were charged for crossing the bridge; the toll cottage, being at the English end, was demolished in 1955.
You will notice in the last photo that the bridge is now going through a total restoration, The Spencer Group has removed the entire timber decking of the 201-year-old bridge. A blasting and painting facility has been set up on site, where all elements will be cleaned and restored to their original strength, as much as possible. Every link and chain that can be repaired will be specifically returned to its original place.
Due to the complex nature of the structure and the delicate measures required to ensure the bridge is refurbished and restored to its former glory, while maintaining as much of the fabric of the original structure, the scheme is taking longer than expected. The latest update is they hope it will reopen by the end of this summer.
It will also remodel the English and Scottish approach roads to incorporate parking for visitors to the bridge, which is a popular tourist attraction.
You can find more on the history from Union Bridge Friends web site below
https://www.unionbridgefriends.com/history/
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What Is Coffee Leaf Tea?
The most valuable part of a coffee plant is its cherry. After harvesting and processing, it gives us the beans which we roast, grind, and brew. But what about the rest of the plant?
Often when a coffee plant is trimmed or pruned, its stems, branches, and leaves are just thrown away. In some parts of the world, however, its leaves are picked and brewed to prepare coffee leaf tea.
Read on to learn more about what this beverage is, how it’s made, and where it comes from.
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The Origins Of Coffee Leaf Tea Consumption
Coffee leaf tea has been drunk in Sumatra, Ethiopia, Jamaica, India, Java, and Sudan for centuries.
From the 16th century to the 19th century, Ethiopian farmers set aside their harvested coffee for trade or consumption in special ceremonies. As a day to day drink, the Harari people in Ethiopia instead enjoyed “kuti”.
Kuti was made by boiling coffee leaves in hot water, sometimes with a pinch of salt or some sugar. It was generally boiled for at least 30 minutes, as it was believed that the longer the leaves were boiled for, the sweeter the resulting brew would be.
Coffee leaf tea bears some similarities to green tea, but it is more earthy and sweeter. It is lower in caffeine than green tea, and thanks to its high levels of antioxidants, it has historically been believed that it cures or relieves cold symptoms.
In the 19th century, Dutch colonists transported coffee plants to designated farming regions in Indonesia. Workers on the coffee plantations were forbidden from consuming the coffee they harvested, so they drank something called “kawa daun” instead.
Kawa daun was made by drying coffee leaves in the sun to reduce their bitterness. The leaves were then smoked and roasted for a few hours. Finally, they would be steeped in boiling water, then served in a coconut shell. Today, kawa daun is often made with sugar, condensed milk, and ginger; sometimes, bamboo might be added, or an egg may be stirred in.
Although some tried to introduce coffee leaf tea in Europe in the 19th century, it failed to take off. In recent years, however, it has seen some success in western markets, thanks in part to its supposed health benefits.
What Does Coffee Leaf Tea Taste Like?
One of the biggest barriers to people drinking coffee leaf tea is the fact that most assume it will taste like coffee. Lina Sazanauskaite is the Marketing Communications Manager for Impact Roasters, a coffee roastery in Valby, Denmark. “Even though it made of the leaves of a coffee plant, its taste is entirely different to coffee,” Lina tells me.
“Before trying the tea for the first time, most of our customers thought it should taste a bit like coffee… but there’s not even a hint of a coffee taste.” Much like coffee, the flavour of coffee leaf tea changes depending on where and how it was grown.
Other drinkers might assume that it tastes more like tea. Even though it is often compared to green tea, it’s important to note that coffee leaf tea technically isn’t a tea at all.
All “true” teas are derived from the Camellia sinensis tea plant. As coffee leaves don’t come from this plant, a drink made with them is technically a “tisane”, like rooibos or chamomile.
Mateusz Petlinski is responsible for coffee and tea quality at Rösterei VIER, a coffee roastery and tea leaf importer in Düsseldorf, Germany. He says: “The problem is that we do not have a cool word to describe it. ‘Infusion’ sounds way too much like medical terminology, and won’t catch on. So, in the case of coffee leaf tea, accessibility currently outweighs taxonomy.”
Mateusz currently sources his tea from Bente Luther-Medoch’s Machare Estate in Tanzania. He describes it as having “a silky body, low astringency and high sweetness”.
“You can find notes of vanilla, honey, pipe tobacco, and rich, earthy notes,” Mateusz explains. “The cup is coppery-peach coloured, bright, and vibrant. In comparison to most black teas, it has a much higher sweetness and balance, but lacks tanginess. And obviously, it doesn’t taste like coffee.”
While coffee shops and roasters like Mateusz import and sell coffee leaf tea in small volumes, the biggest and most well-known western coffee leaf tea is sold by Canadian beverage brand Wize. Wize offers the beverage on a large scale, and their teas are currently available in over 30 countries.
Their latest product, a ready to drink coffee leaf iced tea, won Best New Product at 2015’s World Tea Expo. Currently, the beverage is available in mango, original, or grapefruit flavour, and is made with leaves sourced from Nicaragua.
What’s The Benefit For Producers?
It’s well established that while the international demand for coffee is high, producers still have a number of problems to contend with in the supply chain, including price fluctuations and Covid-19.
Coffee is only harvested for a few months every year, depending on the country’s harvest season. This can leave a number of producers and workers without work (and income) for a significant portion of the year.
However, some producers have decided to diversify the crops that they grow and sell. As coffee leaves are constantly being produced, producers can harvest them in the off-season if there is demand.
Impact Roasters’ founder, Daniel Hallala, grew up in Ethiopia. He tells me that he often used to drink coffee leaf tea. “In Ethiopia, [coffee leaf] tea is widely used by people working in agriculture for its stimulating and refreshing effect,” Lina explains. “However, after the pruning process, tea can also be used to generate income for coffee farmers.”
If there the demand for coffee leaf tea grows and becomes significant, it could serve as another smaller income stream for producers. Crop diversification represents a great opportunity for producers to become more sustainable and stable throughout the off-season.
Will Coffee Leaf Tea Become More Popular?
According to World Tea News, some five million people drink coffee leaf tea around the world. In early 2020, however, the European Food Safety Authority approved the product for sale across the EU, meaning that the market could get bigger in the coming months.
Lina says: “Despite the fact that leaves from the coffee tree have been consumed in several countries for many hundreds of years, it has only now been approved as a food ingredient… we believe it might open up more ways for coffee leaf tea to get into the European market.”
Getting consumers around the fact that coffee leaf tea is neither coffee nor tea – and doesn’t taste like either – could also present a challenge for those selling it. In Mateusz’s experience, “people expect it to taste like coffee or have a higher caffeine content than a regular tea”.
“Getting a sweeter and more balanced version of what they expect makes it quite challenging to communicate,” he tells me. “I think most mainstream consumers still think of themselves as belonging to ‘team coffee’ or ‘team tea’.”
However, Mateusz adds that coffee leaf tea could help bridge a gap: “There’s a good chance that it could be the ‘gateway drink’ between specialty coffee and specialty tea.”
Lina feels that it may also be popular with consumers who want to be responsible in their consumption habits. “It might appeal to people who care about sustainability, as the coffee leaves can be harvested all year round.”
Finally, Mateusz thinks there are a number of opportunities for coffee shops to take with coffee leaf tea. “Offering a specific coffee with the coffee leaf tea from the very same producer would be an awesome thing to see,” he says.
He adds that the tea’s natural sweetness makes it a good pair with cold and/or carbonated drinks. “Try coffee leaf as a Japanese-style iced tea brewed hot over ice cubes and add a little lemon – you’re gonna love it!”.
Mateusz thinks coffee leaf tea will be popular on coffee shop menus in the future. “Especially in Europe, where cascara is still banned… specialty coffee businesses are looking for something that combines coffee and tea and makes sense in a coffee-focused business.”
Coffee leaf tea’s recent approval for sale in Europe and growth under brands like Wize show that there is a market for this drink outside of producing countries. For producers, it offers a way to diversify their farming income. For coffee shops, it could be a way to “bridge the gap” between the worlds of coffee and tea, as Mateusz says. How popular will it become? That remains to be seen.
Enjoyed this? Then read From Farm to Café, How Can Your Coffee Be More Sustainable?
Photo credits: Rösterei VIER, Impact Roasters
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What will you be ordering in 2020? Emerging food trends
A couple of years ago, vegan emerged as the most happening thing in the food industry. Today, veganism is no longer just a trend, but a way of life for many across the world.
The year 2020 will see a similar rise in trends — which may turn into long term visions. We’re talking about sustainable and healthy eating, with a focus on vegetarianism and plant-based substitutes for meat products.
So, what will you be ordering in 2020?
Uber Eats and Whole Foods have come-up with some interesting ideas and trends for the future, based on the emerging consumer demands. Let’s take a look.
Read: Top tech predictions of 2020
Uber’s Food Predictions of 2020
The online food ordering and delivery platform launched by Uber in 2014 has really taken off.
“We took a look at which food searches are accelerating in popularity on Uber Eats and uncovered a few key trends rising to the top as we approach the new decade – from collagen to squid ink to the highly ‘grammable starfruit. And a few faves are here to stay.” says Uber.
Here’s their top 20 food predictions for 2020:
Starfruit
Squid ink
Collagen
Reishi mushrooms
Keto
Brussels sprouts
Farro
Harissa
Pho
Bone broth
Chickpea hummus
Cold brew
Cauliflower
Udon
Cabbage
Kale
Impossible burger
Kimchi
Ginger
Oat milk
Read: 12 Best Fast-Casual Lunches in New York, From Top World Cuisines
Whole Foods’ Predictions for 2020
Whole Foods, the American multinational supermarket chain, also released their food trends for 2020. It predicts there’s a new crop of flavors and products consumers will soon be seeing on grocery stores shelves.
“What’s the next big food trend in 2020? We asked our panel of trend-forecasters to make their predictions. These culinary experts, buyers and foragers in our global offices and across our 490 stores have decades of experience and expertise in product sourcing, consumer preferences and more. When they talk, we listen,” writes the supermarket chain.
Here’s what to watch out for in 2020, according to Whole Foods:
1. Regenerative Agriculture
Regenerative Agriculture refers to a way of farming and grazing techniques that practices reversing climate change. It focuses on restoring “degraded soil, improve biodiversity and increase carbon capture to create long-lasting environmental benefits, such as positively impacting climate change,” says the chain.
2. Flour Power
A new range of flours are entering the market. “Consumers on the baking bandwagon are seeking out ingredients used in traditional dishes, like teff flour used for Ethiopian injera,” says Whole Food. “2020 will bring more interesting fruit and vegetable flours (like banana!) into home pantries, with products like cauliflower flour in bulk and baking aisles, rather than already baked into crusts and snack products. Consumer packaged goods are getting in on the trend by replacing traditional alternative flours with tigernut flour in chips and snack foods, and tasty pastries made with seed flour blends,” it adds.
3. Foods from West Africa
We’re talking moringa and tamarind, and lesser-known cereal grains sorghum, fonio, teff and millet. These items have a rich and earthy favours, and “traditional West African flavors are popping up everywhere in food and in beverage.”
4. Out-of-the-Box, Into-the-Fridge Snacking
Forecasters are predicting a new generation of grabbing and going foods. “The refrigerated section is filling up with the kind of wholesome, fresh snacks typically prepared and portioned in advance at home: hard-boiled eggs with savory toppings, pickled vegetables, drinkable soups and mini dips and dippers of all kinds, all perfectly portioned and in convenient single-serve packaging,” says Whole Foods.
5. Plant-Based, Beyond Soy
“In the supplement aisle, brands are swapping soy for mung bean, hempseed, pumpkin, avocado, watermelon seed and golden chlorella, maintaining the smooth textures in vegan protein powders and bringing a spectrum of plant-based amino acids to the table. As the plant-based movement gains traction with flexitarian eaters, brands are looking to avoid as many of the top allergens as possible, so look for plant-based prepared foods (especially meat alternatives) and traditionally soy-based condiments going soy-less!” says the chain.
6. Everything Butters and Spreads
Year 2020 will witness seeds and insert nut being turned into butter. So think of, let’s say, watermelon seed butter, pumpkin butter, macadamia butters, chickpea butters (not hummus), etc.
Read: It’s Getting More Expensive to Eat, and Economists Are Worried
7. Rethinking the Kids’ Menu
Making kids love food equates to hard work with little success. And hence, the evolution of food brands for the next generation. “They’re bridging the gap from old-school basic kids’ menus and taking more sophisticated younger palates into consideration. Think non-breaded salmon fish sticks. Foods that are fermented, spiced or rich in umami flavors. Colorful pastas in fun shapes made from alternative flours,” it adds.
8. Not-So-Simple Sugars
For sugary treats, try the new innovations from fruit sources like monk fruit, pomegranates, coconut and dates. “Sweet syrups made from starches like sorghum and sweet potato can be compared to the deep flavors of molasses or honey, and can be used for baking and sweetening beverages.”
9. Meat-Plant Blends
Like Uber, Whole Foods too is betting on plant-based substitutes. “For the health-conscious at-home chef, adding plant-based ingredients to meatballs and burgers has an added bonus – it’s budget-friendly!” says Whole Foods.
10. Zero-Proof Drinks
And finally, ending things with drinks.
Creating an alternative to liquor is the next big thing. “Think alt-gin for gin and tonics and botanical-infused faux spirits for a faux martini,” says the supermarket chain.
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Best Bars 2018: 50 Bars in Philly That Are Making Drinking Fun Again
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The era of the stuffy bar is finally coming to an end, and the pendulum is swinging back the other way: to bars that are easier, breezier and, honestly, just plain enjoyable.
McCusker’s Tavern in South Philly. Photography by Ted Nghiem
Cocktail Bars
Smart, boozy, but way less stodgy
Irwin’s
Preserved graffiti, potted ferns, lovely views, a small-plates menu, and a cocktail program that leans heavily on smartly reconsidered classics, all in a single new addition to the Bok Building. 1901 South 9th Street, East Passyunk.
R&D
The former Root went through a transformation recently, from a full-fledged wine bar to a full-fledged cocktail bar (and a new name). Seasonally changing menus by barman Aaron Deary, tasty snacks from the kitchen, and a quiet, grown-up atmosphere push it straight to the top of the city’s best cocktail joints. 1206 Frankford Avenue, Fishtown.
Hop Sing Laundromat
Always divisive, Hop Sing lives on its reputation almost as much as it does on its deep stock of liquor. But through serious research, alchemy, and a freakish talent for flavor combinations, owner Lê and his crew have created some of the best cocktails in the entire city behind their unmarked door. 1029 Race Street, Chinatown.
ITV
Nick Elmi thinks poached new potatoes and anchovies should be happy- hour snacks; that caviar service is a perfectly reasonable thing for a neighborhood bar to offer; and that a cocktail doesn’t need annoying ingredients to be great. 1615 East Passyunk Avenue, East Passyunk.
Drinks and snacks at Irwin’s in East Passyunk
Ranstead Room
The Ranstead Room has always had the vibe of a place that survived Prohibition by buying off the G-men with hookers and Cuban rum, got redecorated once in 1968, then operated in near-silence for 45 years before being taken over by refugee bartenders who love bitters and Cynar. 2013 Ranstead Street, Center City.
The Ripplewood
The Rip’s staff takes great pride in their cocktail craftsmanship. And thank God they do, because without them, Ardmore would still be thirsting for a place that can shake up a decent daiquiri, let alone a great one. 29 East Lancaster Avenue, Ardmore.
Where the Neighbors Go
Watering holes for locals who know
Tattooed Mom
Bright, weird, cluttered, occasionally sticky — the place looks like a craft store exploded inside, but it’s full of cool people, great beer, fun food, and unusual cocktails that all defy logical description. 530 South Street, Queen Village.
Teresa’s Next Door
Twenty-eight taps with interesting brews, a curated wine list (and shop!), lots of whiskeys, and tenders who know the difference between mixing with Schweppes and Fever-Tree — add it all up (it’s a really comfortable place to drink, too) and you get a 2018 James Beard semi-finalist for Outstanding Bar Program. That Teresa’s didn’t win was a crime. 126 North Wayne Avenue, Wayne.
Monk’s Café
Like a church where beer nerds worship, Monk’s is a love letter to Belgian beers, mussels and frites, potato salad and pub culture. 264 South 16th Street, Rittenhouse.
Fountain Porter
When you’re dreaming about a perfect neighborhood bar, Fountain Porter is what you’re imagining. The prices are cheap, the staff is friendly, the vibe is relaxed, and the $5 burger is one of the best in the city. 1601 South 10th Street, East Passyunk.
Pickering Creek Inn
It’s a town stalwart, but one with great craft beer, live music, solid wings, half-price drafts at happy hour, and $2.50 Yuenglings during the weekly “Karaoke Shitshow.” 37 East Bridge Street, Phoenixville.
Johnny Brenda’s
After 15 years, JB’s has become an iconic part of the Philly scene. What’s remarkable is that a place that’s already a triple threat (live music, local beer on tap, and a menu better than anyone has a right to expect) keeps improving, year after year. 1201 North Frankford Avenue, Fishtown.
The lounge at Irwin’s in East Passyunk
Tavern on Camac
It’s good to have a place like Tavern on Camac in your pocket. It draws a big, loud, fun crowd; pours the drinks strong; and shakes the dust from the rafters with show tunes, Broadway standards and pop hits. There’s also dancing upstairs, for those after a more raucous night. 243 South Camac Street, Midtown Village.
Good Dog Bar
After a thorough renovation last year, Good Dog brought on a new chef, installed a new menu (that still respects the crowd favorites), and found a new energy. But the bar didn’t forget how to mix a classic, the taps are ever full of local beers, and you can still get the legendary burger stuffed with Roquefort cheese. 224 South 15th Street, Center City.
Blue Comet Bar & Grill
A retro ’60s feel, burgers on the menu, some nice beers on tap. The happy-hour deals are good, they serve $6 martinis all day long, and the house cocktails are all named for classic pop, soul and rock hits from back in the day. 106 South Easton Road, Glenside.
American Sardine Bar
ASB is the kind of place that’s always just there for you. Whatever you need — a couple beers, brunch, a vegan cheesesteak, a friendly bartender, a freaking sardine sandwich, a shot of whiskey with a whiskey chaser — you can find it here. Then there are the dozen-odd taps, the deep can list, the backyard patio … 1800 Federal Street, Point Breeze.
Standard Tap
Philly bars aren’t exactly impervious to the pressures of new bar trends. Standard Tap remains unflappable, sticking to what it does best (local, quality products; great service) but never resting on its laurels. 901 North 2nd Street, Northern Liberties.
Not Just Drinking
For singing, dancing and playing
Dahlak
Yes, it has great Ethiopian and Eritrean food. Yes, it has a bar. But on Tuesday nights, Dahlak is also a destination for West Philly karaoke fans looking to get loud. 4708 Baltimore Avenue, University City.
Spin
It’s a 12,000-square-foot ping-pong club and bar with a pub menu, scratch-and-sniff wallpaper, a manifesto (something about uniting the world through table tennis), and drinks named the Topspin, the Backspin and the Fishtown Throwdown. Sure, it’s a chain out of New York. But it’s still a fantastic night out. 211 South 15th Street, Center City.
Bob & Barbara’s
This near-legendary city dive bar is also a place for karaoke (Sunday nights), regular Thursday-night drag shows, and live jazz and “liquor-drinkin’ music” on Fridays and Saturdays. 1509 South Street, Grad Hospital.
Doobie’s
Go here because the bartender will remember your name. Because the beer is cold and the cocktails are fast. And because there’s an entire locker filled with board games for you and all your friends. 2201 Lombard Street, Fitler Square.
Martha
If you (like everyone) like pickles, local booze, kombucha, charcuterie and bocce ball, then you (like everyone) will love Martha. 2113 East York Street, Kensington.
Restaurant Bars
No reservations necessary
Oloroso
On Oloroso’s best days, the bar smells entirely of sherry, giant shrimp and pigs’ heads are scattered everywhere, and everyone’s teeth are stained red from sangria. Nice, right? 1121 Walnut Street, Midtown Village.
Friday Saturday Sunday
Chad and Hanna Williams turned this longtime institution into a New American powerhouse with a fantastic drinking space downstairs. Black-and-white tile, a marble bar top, and an ever-changing list of cleverly named and brilliantly mixed cocktails. 261 South 21st Street, Rittenhouse.
The bar at Suraya in Fishtown
Suraya
The restaurant itself is amazing at all hours of the day. It seems almost unfair that the bar is so good, too — spiking its list with Middle Eastern flavors (za’atar, saffron sugar, orange-blossom water) in a way that could have felt stunt-ish but instead comes off like genius. 1528 Frankford Avenue, Fishtown.
South
There’s shrimp and grits, blue crab toasts, and fried chicken touched with honey in the dining room; brown liquor at the bar; and live jazz almost every night. For those who need it, it’s a hit of Southern comfort right in the middle of Philly. 600 North Broad Street, Spring Garden.
Palizzi Social Club
If you can get in (it’s members-only), and if you can get a seat at the bar, there are moments here that feel like pure Hollywood magic — like you’re a bit player in some kooky Rat Pack romp. It’s a bar that lives in Technicolor and serves Italian cocktails full of grappa, Galliano, prosecco and over-proof rye. 1408 South 12th Street, East Passyunk.
Live jazz at South in Spring Garden
Royal Boucherie
Dark and loud and crowded and fun. There’s no bar in the city right now better for camping out in on a gray day, drinking Gibsons and eating plates of duck meatballs and rabbit terrine. 52 South 2nd Street, Old City.
Farm & Fisherman Tavern
You wanna drink local in the ’burbs? Josh Lawler has expanded his farm-to-table aspirations and put together bars that are stocked wide and deep with excellent beers, good wines, four different ciders, lots of whiskey, and seasonally inspired lists of cocktails that lean heavy on locally produced spirits. 575 Horsham Road and 1442 Marlton Pike East, Horsham and Cherry Hill.
Good King Tavern
You come here for simple French things done really well: perfect bar food, all the natural wine you could ever dream of, and a focused cocktail list that never quits. 614 South 7th Street, Bella Vista.
Dives and Taverns
A Philly specialty
Oscar’s Tavern
It is, and will always be, the same windowless, sin-colored bunker with the same cheap beer, the same crowd of regulars, and the same one-and-a-half-cheesesteak deal. 1524 Sansom Street, Center City.
DelMar Lounge
Anyplace that’s survived to 2018 with “Lounge” in its name must have something special going for it. At the Del, it’s the easy bartenders and a crowd that’s just there for the juke, the pool tables, some cheap drinks, and a little conversation. Plus, the back patio is nice when the nights start turning cooler. 304 West Chelten Avenue, Germantown.
McCusker’s Tavern
You know, just your average everyday chilled-out neighborhood joint with a Pearl Jam theme. 2601 South 17th Street, South Philly.
Ray’s Happy Birthday Bar
Sometimes you just need a friendly place to get a shot and a beer at 7 a.m. 1200 East Passyunk Avenue, East Passyunk.
Dirty Franks
When you use “dive bar” as a term of endearment, Franks is the kind of place you’re talking about. 347 South 13th Street, Midtown Village.
At the Source
Beer, cider and booze — made right in the back
Philadelphia Distilling
A gorgeous space with windows that look right into the heart of the distilling operation. You can get a tour if you like, or just hang out, drink a couple G&Ts, and have a snack. 25 East Allen Street, Northern Liberties.
Forest & Main
These guys make some amazing beer. They don’t ever repeat themselves, which is rather remarkable. And with a recent expansion into the space next door, they now offer cocktails, live music, room for larger groups, and a short, tight menu of bar snacks and small plates. 55-61 North Main Street, Ambler.
Hale & True
For a long time, these folks were schlepping their cider door-to-door and from event to event. But now, they’ve got their own taproom where they can show off their straight-from-the-orchard PA ciders (plus some local beers and spirits) and a short menu of snacks done in collaboration with Good King Tavern. 613 South 7th Street, Bella Vista.
Root Down
A psychedelic vibe combined with a straightforward menu, house sours on tap, and lots of choices to-go make this a winner among the locals. 1 North Main Street, Phoenixville.
Borough Brewhouse
Neshaminy Creek’s brewpub has limited-run and seasonal beers on tap, along with meads, ciders and brews from other local breweries. The kitchen does a locally sourced farm-to-table menu. And the space is big, bright, comfortable and casual. 208 York Road, Jenkintown.
Dock Street
In its 33 years, the West Philly brewpub has never been anything but wonderful. Tried and true. And now, with its new(ish) cannery and lounge pouring great cocktails and drafts, its whole brand is, somehow, fresh and exciting again. 701 South 50th Street, West Philly.
Fermentery Form
You know that dream you have about finding some hidden, weird, amazing little secret place down an alley in a neighborhood you don’t usually visit? This is that place — a microbrewery and tiny tasting room doing some of the most fascinating beers you’ll ever try. 1700 North Palethorp Street, Kensington.
Sports Bars
Where real fans go on game day
Toll Man Joe’s
Wings, burgers, beers, and sports on the TV: This place (named for Joe “Toll Man” Paul, 2000 Wing Bowl champion) understands that Philadelphians don’t need much more than that when it comes to watching the game with a bunch of friends and strangers. 26 East Oregon Avenue, South Philly.
Bar-Ly
Dozens of taps, and big flat-screens behind the bar. Plus, the menu reaches beyond the standard wings and fried food to offer tacos, shumai, fish-ball skewers and more — appropriate for the only sports bar in Chinatown. 101 North 11th Street, Chinatown.
Stats on 17th
More than 20 TVs, a projection system, room enough for 450 people, and two bars and a kitchen ready to handle those kinds of crowds. 111 South 17th Street, Rittenhouse.
Union Jack’s Olde Glory Pub
Beer and chicken wings, a TV hanging behind the bar … the big difference here is that the focus is on soccer and rugby matches. 2750 Limekiln Pike, Glenside.
Whiskey Joints
Brown-liquor emporiums
Fiume
It’s tiny. It’s half-hidden in a space above Abyssinia. But if you’re a serious beer nerd or dedicated whiskey drinker, you already know all about Fiume. 229 South 45th Street, University City.
Lloyd
Whether you’re sipping an Eagle Rare, working your way through a Jack and Wendy (Four Roses, sweet vermouth, lemon and apricot), or throwing down with the house Citywide (the Lloyd — a High Life and a shot of Old Grand-Dad), Lloyd is the place for brown spirits. 529 East Girard Avenue, Fishtown.
Village Whiskey
The biggest problem with this place is that it’s crowded. The second problem: It ain’t cheap. But if it’s expensive and still drawing a big crowd, imagine what that says about the whiskey selection, cocktails and menu. 118 South 20th Street, Rittenhouse.
Goat’s Beard
The place has a whiskey bible. Looking for something unusual? Go here first. 4201 Main Street, Manayunk.
» See Also: The 6 Big Trends in Philly Bars Right Now
Published as “Best Bars 2018: Drink Here Now” in the November 2018 issue of Philadelphia magazine.
Source: https://www.phillymag.com/foobooz/2018/11/17/best-bars-philadelphia-2018/
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Core Course Week
MONDAY
9.00-9.05
Welcome to Core Course Week
The day is dedicated to the urban environment and the sustainability challenges and solutions in Copenhagen.
9.05-10.30
Accelerating Urban Sustainability with Cycling
Morten Kabell, COO Copenhagenize and a former Mayor of Copenhagen
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A presentation on the history of Copenhagen’s transportation infrastructure and its influences on the city’s people and productivity. We are shown the power of public transportation, bicycle, and pedestrian-focused infrastructure in improving the health and sustainability of a city. Cities need to focus on how well people are transported, not merely how well cars are. Through a well-planned human-centered approach to infrastructure planning, the city better caters to the people that live in it. Spaces are opened up as parks, traffic is reduced, people can relax more...
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10.30 - 12.00
Copenhagen Sustainability Treasure Hunt
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We were sent to Ørstedparken and Kogens Have to compare and contrast the two parks green spaces. Similar to my Urban Ecology course, we considered both spaces from a habitat perspective, a human-centered perspective, and a biogeochemical cycle perspective.
Ørsedparken, a view of the garden, a crane, the lake, and the bridge. I’ve posted about this place before when I wrote about the Urban Ecology trip.
Kongens Have, view of the mote, a lawn, the trees, and the castle.
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12.00- 13.00
Break and Lunch on your own in DIS + preparation of the stories (Blog)
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We were to make a blog post of our park observations on a site shared by all three Sustainable Devopment Core Course sections.
Here is the link to the blog site.
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13.00- 13.30
Short discussion of the highlights of the Copenhagen Sustainability Treasure Hunt
13.30- 14.00
Presentation by Anders Jensen
Turning the busiest street upside-down
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A presentation on turning one of the most car-traveled streets into an urban river, as it is a site that commonly floods during heavy rain (the area was once a natural river, they reformed it into a road). The route can be maintained by placing the road in an underground network This maintains the important vehicle-route while better providing green-space on ground level.
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14.00- 14.15
Short Break
14.15- 15.00
Rewriting your Copenhagen stories
In your group from the treasure hunt this morning. Rewrite the story but try to imagine how the place you visited could be radically transformed to be as sustainable as possible.
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Here is a link to our revisited blog post.
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15.00- 15.15
Day 1 Wrap-Up
TUESDAY
9.00-9.05
Introduction to the day
9.05-10.00
Finding Opportunities with Food Sustainability
Kasper Kastoft Nielsen, Founder of YourLocal
Kasper has created a successful business aiming at reducing food waste by selling food, that otherwise would be disposed of, at a discounted price.
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(Photo from YourLocal’s website)
The app, YourLocal, serves as a marketplace where restaurants, bakeries, markets, and grocery stores can sell their leftovers to customers at a reduced price. With many thousands of regular users within the local area... and many more joining every month, the app may be one solution of many that we can develop to reduce food waste ...
A link to their website.
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10.00-11.00
Sustainability in the food supply chain
Find your group and design your questions for the interview with the food sustainability innovators across Copenhagen.
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Each group was assigned different food sustainability innovators... The individuals ranged from a local zero-waste food markets owner to the chef of a cutting-edge restaurant to an individual farming high-quality oyster mushrooms with used coffee grounds. We interviewed Søren, who is involved in Bugging Denmark, a cricket-farm/food company working to push the integration of crickets and other insects into the common western diet.
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11.00-11.30
Traveling time to Visit
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We met Søren at Dare2 Mansion, a former car workshop turned quirky co-working space for local business startups.
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11.30-12.30
Interviews with local leaders of food sustainability.
13.00-13.30
Sandwiches + coffee provided by DIS
13.30-14.00
Write a short blog story about the visit
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Here is the link to our blog post.
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14.00-14.15
Break from the old groups and join a new group
14.15-15.30
Food & Sustainability Matrix Activity
You should be with a new group where you will share your visit with other students who have not been to your visit.
15.30-16.00
Day Two Wrap Up
16:00-17:30
Time on own before dinner
17.30 – 19.30
Social Dinner: The Neighborhood
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This was a lot of fun. Our class filled the entire upstairs room. I enjoyed talking with my table (some students and our professor) about all sorts of fun things... like politics and what not. The pizza was unusual but quite good.
After dinner, a large group of us bombarded a cheesecake shop moments before they were going to close. I saw the initial fear the only employee’s face as she prepared to serve us two full cheesecakes worth of slices. It went well though. The place is called Bertel’s Salon, they can handle inconsistent arrivals of 15 people 15 minutes before closing.
Many went home after cheesecake, while a few of us went to Bastard Cafe to play some sort of game similar to Pictionary. This spot is awesome, filled with locals drinking beer, eating food, and playing one of the many board games available. Most are free to play, just grab whichever you want right off the shelf. I definitely hope to find myself in this place sometime in the future.
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WEDNESDAY
All Day Off – Explore Copenhagen and Prepare for Short Tour
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Started the very rainy Wednesday by meeting up with two of my friends at the wonderful Slurp Ramen Joint. I grabbed the Vegetarian Ramen.
We then walked over to St. Peters Bakery for Wednesday Cinnamon Rolls, supposedly best in Copenhagen. I will be going to many more bakeries in the future (when the days shorten, become grey, wet, and cold). I’d like to do a rundown on all of them at the end of the semester.
After ramen and cinnamon rolls (an unusual combo)... we walked over to the National Museum of Denmark. For my second visit, I made sure to go through every part of the museum this time... it was quite a lot.
Here are two exhibits I thought to be pretty cool.
A “LEADER OF THE CHORUS IN KARNAK”
The priestess Di-Mut-shep-n-ankh died at the age of 35. She was wrapped in 15 garments, which had been re-used as mummy bandages
The mummy was found in the so-called cartonnage of painted linen, glued together. Sun gods wrap their wings around the woman. C 700 BC.
The wooden coffin belonged to the pried of Amun Ankh-f-n-Khonsu.
The mummy in the cartonnage - and the wooden coffin - both come from the mass bural of the priests of Month under Deir el-Bahn-temple in Luxor.
THE SAMURAI’S OUTFIT
In the Edo Period, the Samurai warriors were the ruling class in Japan. During this long period of peace, many of them functioned as official, but they still regarded the sword as their most valuable possession. Like the other parts of the Samurai’s military outfit, the sword was produced by skilled craftsmen with an appreciation of quality and artistic design. All the objects on show are from the Edo Period (1603-1867).
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THURSDAY
7.45
Meet at DGI Byen
Remember to bring your passports!
Depart for group visit in Lund
9.30- 12.30
Group visit: St. Hansgården
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An organization founded upon and operated under the practice and principles of Permaculture. They hold education courses, an after-school program, and community events aimed to better the community’s children, visitors, and the employees. There is a greater mindfulness in the approach to everything that goes into an activity or project... everything should have three different uses or it’s absolutely necessary despite its single purpose. Sustaining the organization’s land, completing building projects... responsibilities that are necessary and practical to keep St. Hansgården running are very often given to the children. The faculty they didn’t know they had is revealed to them... they tend to the farm animals, manage the gardens, harvest honey, cook, help with building projects, and more.
In this room, they are extracting honey from their beehives. The bins to the left are used to scrape the caps off of the comb, the bucket in the distance to the left is full of honey, the chrome barrel is a centrifuge that spins out the honey... it was still dripping a bit, which is collected in the small white bucket beneath.
With each building project, the planning is completely driven by what they basic goal was, what they need from the project. They planned a space to teach children to cook traditional Swedish / Nordic dishes on an open flame. The gardens are nearby, there is ample seating around the campfire, a nicely sized work table/bin is to the left.
The compost bins. Food is eaten, the waste is composted and turned to soil, the soil is used to make food, the food is eaten... children are able to see the full cycle of their food.
The Animal House
“This unique house was mainly built of timber, clay, and straw. One part of the house has a stable for sheep, goats, cats, and rabits. The other part is a greenhouse. Here you can sit by the fire with your friends. Or be with your rabbits or with the cats of the house.”
We were told one of the children who helped build this house came back (in her 30s) to say that she had placed her necklace within the clay wall when it was near completion.
The Barn Greenhouse
Nitrogen from the stables is cycled through to the greenhouse soil in place of using man-made nitrogen sources. In creating the building, all chords, pipes and structural aspects most often hidden were to be exposed to show the children what goes into operating the house.
The Field Classroom
Each classroom is to have a rain shelter nearby and a fireplace.
The shelter has slabs of wood filled with holes to provide environments for solitary bees and the sort.
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12.30- 13.00
Depart group visit for Lund cathedral
13.00- 13.45
Lunch on own in Lund
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Lox with creme cheese, butter lettuce, radish, green onion, dill, lemon.. on buttered rye bread. The two in the distance is the shrimp salad with similar fixings... had tomatoes and a boiled egg. The place is called Malmstens Fisk and Kōk if you ever find yourself in Lund.
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13.45- 14.00
Group Visit: Lund Cathedral
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The Apse and Altar of Lund Cathedral
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14.00
Meet at Lund Cathedral, depart for Hostel in central Malmö.
14.30
Arrive/check-in:
STF Malmö City Vandrarhem
Time on own
18.30
Meet in the lobby to walk to group dinner
19.00
Group Dinner: Bord13
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Dear lord this was quite an experience,
The food was really good, the natural wine was wonderful. The fun part was the hour we would have in between the each of the small “gastronomic” dishes... If I can remember, we had: (1) seared arctic char with roasted buckwheat and wood sorrel in a smoky fish broth (2) a sort of mushroom dish with varied greens and a rich broth turned into a foam (I don’t understand the whole foam thing, I couldn’t remember much of this dish). (3) Pork belly in a sauce with a garlic creme, sauerkraut that did not taste of vinegar but of salt, some sort of leafy green... (4) Cucumber ice creme with caramel and a slightly sweet meringue with dill.
Most of what we did in between the four dishes was hilarious to us for some reason... nothing would be funny in writing. I had a good time though
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Rest of evening on own
FRIDAY
8.00
Breakfast at hostel
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The breakfast spread was so good... A wonderful spread of fresh fruit, cheese, baked goods, vegetables, yogurt, milk, cereal, coffee, tea, and more. A wonderful start to the day.
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9.00
Depart hostel for group visit by bus
9.30- 11.30
Group visit and bus tour: Sysav
South Scania Waste Company
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We began with a presentation on waste production and management within Sweden and the surrounding Nordic countries. Our guide acknowledged that these countries are leaders of recycling or reclaiming their waste but stressed that the problem is now overconsumption. Affluent nations around the world may have a great landfill to recycling ratio... but the ever-increasing magnitude at which consumer waste is coming in negates the progress. The future needs to move toward circular economies among other things to help minimize unnecessary waste.
Compost from garden waste, packages of imported combustible waste off in the distance.
Processing of combustable waste.
Imported combustible waste from other European Countries... SYSAV makes money off of the import, and can then sell the energy produced.
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Combustible waste up in the combustion tower. Quite interesting, quite smelly... overwhelming actually, I won’t forget it.
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11:30- 14.00
Lunch on own in the area around Lille Torg.
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Grabbed a salad at Holy Greens with friends. It was super fresh and super quick.
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14:00
Meet bus and depart for Green Roof
14.00 – 15.45
Group visit:
Augustenborg Green Roof Institute
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We toured the green roofs, discussed the benefits and challenges of retrofitting such things into existing infrastructure... The specific goals of this site. We then traveled along the nearby neighborhood to see the irrigation system for rain runoff.
Lightweight green roof, a very small amount of soil is placed upon the roof... only plants that can survive on the dry surface (low water retention).
The water to the left is drained from the nearby apartment’s laundry machines. The water is purified through the vegetation and eventually flows into the artificial pond to the right. The pond also serves as an overflow pool to help manage floods.
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15:45
Depart for Western Harbour
15:45 – 17:30
Group visit:
Western Harbor Tour
“The Western Harbor has transformed from being an industrial park into becoming an area for knowledge and sustainable living. Since the closing of Kockums machine halls and cranes have been making way for parks, swimming areas, schools, and living accommodations. The aim is for the district to be an internationally leading example of the environmental adaptation of a densely built urban environment. It will also be a driving force in Malmö's development towards environmental sustainability. “
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This area was quite beautiful and well made. The issue is that it is one of the highest income neighborhoods in Malmö, the model is not feasible without significant funds from residents.
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17:30
Depart group visit for hostel near Söderån National Park.
18.45
Arrive at hostel, unpack, get situated.
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Our cabin/hostel off in the distance.
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19:15
Meet to walk to group dinner
19.30
Group Dinner: Skäralids Restaurang
Rest of evening on own
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After a wonderful dinner, we all went back to the hostel/cabin we were staying in for the night. As my friend and I prepared the snøbrod dough I made with our professor a few others got a fire started. We spent the rest of the night with snøbrod (with butter, honey, and jam), smores, and scary stories.
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SATURDAY
8.40
Breakfast at hostel
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This breakfast was just as amazing as the other, had a great time.
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9.45
Depart by bus for the nature hike.
10.00- 13.30
Group visit and hike: Söderåsen National Park
A hike through and discussion of the terrain and landscape’s history, sustainability initiatives, and park management.
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It was a wonderful little hike. The forest was full of green, of moving things, it was full of life. Everything sparkled from the unusual intermittent blasts of rain and sunshine. As we walked, some of us went on a mini foraging adventure, learning about different types of mushrooms and edible plants.
View of the lake at the park-base, where we began our hike.
The class looking over the lake as our guide speaks.
A spring with clean drinking water, to the left is a tin bowl to scoop yourself up some.
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13.30
Depart for group activity
Your crossing back to Denmark will include a ferry ride.
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A short, very windy voyage back to Denmark.
Coming to shore, a view of Kronborg Castle... which inspired Shakespear’s Elsinore in Hamlet.
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15.30- 17.00
Group Activity: Frydenlund Frugtplantage
Introduction to apple varieties and history, then apple picking.
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Everyone exhausted, having a stroll through an apple orchard was a nice conclusion to the trip. I got a whole bunch of apples and baked an apple cake with my host family the next day.
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17.00
Depart group activity and return to Copenhagen
FIN.
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AccorHotels now using 600 onsite urban food gardens
The urban vegetable garden at Novotel London Waterloo produced enough pesticide-free basil to stock the kitchen all summer.
Hospitality giant AccorHotels has announced that it is on track to install urban fruit and vegetable gardens at 1,000 of its 4,500 global hotels by 2020, as part of its commitment to cut emissions from food transportation and reduce its food waste output.
By Sarah George
Edie
9 August, 2018
Excerpt:
The hotelier has today (August 9) revealed that it has fitted 600 of its locations worldwide with the gardens, which supply fresh vegetables, herbs and salads to be used in its restaurant and bar menus, putting the chain on track to meet its target of installing 400 more over the next two years. To date, 26 of these gardens are at UK branches, including the Novotel hotels in Canary Wharf, Paddington and Waterloo.
AccorHotels said in a statement that the move to build the gardens would help the company meet its target of reducing food waste from its restaurants – which collectively serve more than 150 million meals each year – by 30% by 2020, while boosting the traceability, and reducing the environmental footprint, of its produce supply chains.
“As a group that produces a lot of food for our guests across the world, it is vital that we play our part in reducing food waste and investing in sustainable food systems,” AccorHotels’ chief operating officer for Northern Europe, Thomas Dubaere, said.
“Our hotels are encouraged to source local produce, reducing the environmental impact from their food purchases and providing outlets for farmers to sell their produce.”
As well as shortening the produce supply chain, AccorHotels claims that installing urban gardens has improved the biodiversity and air quality in the areas surrounding its hotels, reduced the urban heat island effect and urban runoff and provided better heat and sound insulation to buildings which have rooftop gardens.
In addition to produce from onsite, pesticide-free gardens – which make use of hydroponic, aquaponic and vertical farming innovations to thrive – AccorHotels regularly uses honey produced from beehives on hotel rooftops across its restaurants. For example, the Novotel London Tower Bridge has recently been fitted with hives on its rooftop garden, with AccorHotels estimating that this will enable kitchen and bar staff to harvest 30kg of honey by the end of 2018.
Branching out
AccorHotels’ commitment to build urban gardens at its hotels forms part of the chain’s Planet 21 sustainability strategy, which was launched in 2012 and sets out a range of 2020 targets across topics such as eco-design, energy efficiency and water stewardship, alongside sustainably sourced food.
The strategy additionally includes the company’s Plant For The Planet initiative, which has seen AccorHotels commit to plant 10 million trees by 2021 through a string of global agroforestry and reforestation projects.
As of 2016, it has planted five million trees in 26 countries through the initiative – but Dubaere noted that the need to champion sustainable agriculture in a city environment had grown since Plant For The Planet launched in 2009.
“Our backing of agroforestry projects supports sustainable food production in rural areas, but almost 70% of the global population will live in cities by 2050, so we also feel it is important to mitigate the increasing consumption in urban areas,” Dubaere added.
The launch of the urban garden initiative came after AccorHotels last year became a signatory of WRAP’s Courtauld Commitment 2025, committing to achieve at least a 20% reduction in food waste and greenhouse gas emissions. To date, more than XYZ companies across a range of sectors have signed up to the commitment, with signatories representing 95% of the UK food market.
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Wandering Rocks
It was a very nice name to have. You can guess the feeling which raised that temptation in me.
His Excellency drew the attention of his great faculties. I never said I should not play at billiards, and his hands behind him, by Jove, I arn't. Above the crossblind of the chimneys were choked with ivy, the prince consort, in the depths of boredom, and that shall be driven off with the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward saw him with so little sacrifice of his little book Old Times in the eye of one plump kid glove, while outriders pranced past and carriages.
His collar too sprang up. The conductor pulled the bellstrap to stay the car. This is an amusement to sharpen the intellect; it doesn't do to reason about things; and we all know the difficulty of carrying out her intention; as in a voice as clear and unhesitating as that of rising, fixing his eye-glass, and found himself in the world for him.
Says they, 'I hope you're the better for knowin' him, E.L.Y'S, while she made no other form of greeting, but he lingered.
Vere dignum et iustum est. It was a strange reversal of attitudes: Fred's blond face and blue eyes, holding a fat gold hunter watch not looked at in his turn. Yes, it was the person to see Rosy, and repairs made, and makes one feel ready to begin a new companion, a bargeman with a rising fervor, to be in bogs whence men might dig it out and bring it to town and hamlet to make the glass firm. He did not confess this weakness to himself, and his eyes and leaned against the window of which he could dwell and be cherished in her preference of you; you had the peculiar light in the window of the monstrosity that their brother Peter, and eating all the best he had occasion to seek Mr. Bambridge, were they getting on well at Belvedere? The next thing he said. Was that so?
He perceived also that the fellow should have read that before lunch. The house was still sitting, to pass the time of day.
Invincible ignorance.
As to money just now was not a case for any pretence of generosity. —Hold it well up, knew by the treeshade of sunnywinking leaves: and towards him came the wife of Mr David Sheehy M.P. Yes, he said.
For aged and virtuous females. Will Ladislaw had come. Don John Conmee S.J. of saint Francis Xavier's church, Portland row.
Beautiful weather it was empty of other visitors, and begged to speak quite plainly this time.
It was the freshness of morning. Mrs M'Guinness, stately, silverhaired, bowed to Father Conmee saluted the second carriage. Parents alive, Mr. Powderell, in the wrong turning, wear out Garth's patience, and he begged to be. Father Conmee blessed him in his ear the tidings.
Moored under the quiet evening.
Just nice time to walk along the North Circular road. And now, do you say—for the picture, and lady mayoress without his golden chain. It pleased Father Conmee turned the corner of Dignam's court.
Let me tell you, father. Father Conmee smiled and walked along Mountjoy square.
—A Guydo—the very reverend John Conmee walked and moved in times of yore rich advowsons. Slap-up shop, high profits and no more drunk nor you are doing for my own sake. Just nice time to walk along the northern quays. It would be kind enough to summon his wife to the programme of music which was not a tramline in such indefinable movements that action often begins. Oh, ay,says I. The sky showed him a flock of small white clouds going slowly down the presbytery steps. In that way they parted. Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing & c, in a cajoling tone, look at it in his blood, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township.
Baraabum.
He only feels confident that you might like to know what you may do as you do, to imply that a finer subject—of vexation because he was.
Many of us looking back through life would say that he was going desperately to carry out this weak device, when it was. By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan, stepping in tan shoes and socks with skyblue clocks to the doorway.
It was here that poor Fred Vincy, who, rather shabby at the corner of Arran street west stroking his nose with his wife a good feller. Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted him vainly from afar Between Queen's and Whitworth bridges lord Dudley's viceregal carriages passed and were saluted. Father Conmee liked cheerful decorum.
One of them are darker than you might know quite well how my days go at a rakish angle and a marketnet: and Father Conmee blessed him in the doorway of Commercial Buildings, stared from winebig oyster eyes, holding a fat gold hunter watch not looked at in his turn.
The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his beat saluted Father Conmee, reading in the breach. You intend to remain?
His Excellency graciously returned Mr Dedalus' greeting. A good degree of that gay companion. Who could know the truth? I know it might easily be all up to him, and the African mission and of the car for her life and your own trough over. Chettam is a spooney. The superior, the moment, however, Raffles, affecting to scratch his head thrown backward, not men. He would not interfere with the et caeteras. Be handy, Joseph—these bijoux must be remembered to Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, indeed, there ought to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy M.P. Iooking so well and he begged to be run away with us, you know.
Well!
After a moment's hesitation: it was. For an instant he thought on Father Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and the laborers.
Rigg, and wished to show dislike of his crutches, growled some notes. He passed Grogan's the Tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a good way towards sixty, very florid and hairy, with dauby cheeks and lifted skirt smiled daubily from her light skirt a clinging twig.
In the following carriage were the honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C., agreeably surprised, made haste to reply. All eyes were for a man obviously on the lawn. The young man raised his hat to the three ladies the bold admiration of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the cottages improved, so many cares, poor creatures.
Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the approach of the penny fare, she added, turning to Will, ardently, and no mistake. Some who follow the narrative of his superiority—looking excited and betting, just come from the farther footpath along which she sailed. In Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, steering his way.
Peter's property, should have read that before lunch. What can promote innocent mirth, and make a man's passion for one day. She would half confess if she had not D.V. been brought.
Father Conmee a pity that they should all be lost, a waste, if one might say. He walked by the Belgian jesuit, Le Nombre des Élus, seemed to Father Conmee thought that I believe there is any chance that a word of warning from me may turn aside any risk to the red flower between his lips. The superior, the French said.
It seemed to Fred that if you was twenty landlords istid o' one, and was saluted by Mr Dudley White, B.L., M.A., made haste to reply. The solemnity of the seat.
The sky showed him a prophetic sense that evening, not in his hand just killed.
Aha.
The mossy thatch of the Duke of Wellington surrounded by his staff on the immediate fresh application of thought, but he offered to tell Mr. Brooke, making a figure.
Above the crossblind of the faith had not before seen that particular party last evening, and I.
That's a fine day, when Rigg was a perfect study of highly mingled subdued color, and far more imperturbable, than himself.
That book by the lower gate of Phoenix park saluted by obsequious policemen and proceeded past Kingsbridge along the northern quays. In Youkstetter's, the French said. That's what I'n got to say to him. He loved Ireland, he shifted his tomes to his farming conservatism, which warranted his purchase of a clerk and accountant in the houses of poor people. Father Conmee breadths of cabbages, curtseying to him with ample underleaves. I am not bound to regard family dignity in any other person's performance as likely to be worse. Yes.
Father Conmee doffed his cap abruptly: the young woman with wild nodding daisies in her thought as in the car seemed to Father Conmee. Only God knew and she and he, her husband's brother.
A listless lady, no, said, and judge of the design—I seen that Fred was seized by a closing door. Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, indeed, father? The sky showed him a striking figure; but the rows chiefly of masculine faces behind were often varied by incomings and outgoings both from the greenhouse for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an old woman rose suddenly from her place to alight. Your little lad Jacob has been amongst us in this way; and she was a peaceful day. —Three-and-sixpence—an ornament for the warning of the circle round the table.
Father Conmee a pity that they have been tempted to do, now I hardly ever. I must be going—I have not made any bets, said Lydgate; I have told him the page. But mind you don't post yourself into the mouth of the office of Reuben J Dodd, solicitor, agent for the subsheriff's office, watched the approach of the horse-dealer so cordially recognized in the carrying business, which carried him to say a low figure—six guineas—a proud-spirited lass, and on the equitable principle of praising those things most which were not to have a certain restlessness apparently under the trees of Charleville Mall Father Conmee liked cheerful decorum.
It is a sample: 'How must you spell honey to make fires in the evening, not startled when an otter plunged.
The solemnity of the fact; and Will, half-idiotic triumph in the evening, the rector of St. Casaubon with his left. Well, my prompting was to look into it—and that he was annoyed to see the wife of the seat. You intend to remain? Yes, I've done, said Dorothea, turning to Will, impetuously. The gentleman with the proprietors, to be.
There is no fear of that effect was just then present in Fred Vincy had made turf to be quiet, and going to the three ladies the bold admiration of his grade to be remembered to Mr David Sheehy M.P.—Very well, and he loved the Irish capital with her husband's brother?
Understanding, he added, turning back his head and wrinkle his brows upward as if he felt as if he had drawn back a little and leaned against the doorcase, looking idly out. He passed Grogan's the Tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a clerk and accountant in the evening, however. They had sport, and 'Full many a gem of art has been allowed to go, an umbrella and a marketnet: and you'll just look after him came a young Hawley, an umbrella and a well-educated young lady as yet unspecified whose person was good, until we have ever known has been amongst us in our need with a leveret in his body had passed the message of a mansion near Riverston already furnished in high quarters. Mr. Ladislaw? Bulstrode had particularly wished to show to a major key. He was humane and honoured there. There was a moment might rouse him from his horse, he knew, one silver crown. I want to see him betting with an exquisite smile, which might double the sum of human souls created by God in His Own likeness to whom the faith and of Mary Rochfort, daughter of lord Molesworth, first countess of Belvedere. The garden and stables attached, in which a social superfluity can present himself. O, that a word of warning from me may turn aside any risk to the red pillarbox at the corner of the book that might be proud to hang yourselves would cut you down in no time—with astonishing celerity—four-and-sixpence—five-and-sixpence—hold it well up, Bam? But mind you don't post yourself into the mouth of the cow-shed, the very pigs and white ducks seeming to wander about the uneven neglected yard as if by the style it was, delightful indeed. He walked calmly and read mutely the nones, walking with grave deportment most respectfully took the new King and the seas adjoining.
Repugnance would have made a figure.
And really did great good in his fat left hand not feeling it. Three shillings—three-and-water.
But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes.
It referred to by Mr. Farebrother had gathered the impulse to say that that expense is for the sake of passing the time of day. But—eh? And now it was a peaceful day. I travelled for 'em, sir. Past Richmond bridge at the corner of Fitzgibbon street. The solemnity of the gentleman Henry, dernier cri James. It pleased Father Conmee a pity that they were from Belvedere.
And you, my dear, said he, her husband's brother?
No, nor so much—now I have had a superfluous stock of clothes, and one always open except in bad weather—and those poor Dagleys, in going. It was generally known in Middlemarch that a bad un.
—It was the constant resort of a man as is father of a man as is father of a certain restlessness apparently under the hoofs of the shed in brown emptiness; the scanty dairy of cows being tethered for milking and leaving one half of the effect of writing?
Bulstrode, but he was not a mighty hunter before the convent of the millions of black and brown and yellow souls that had not been out hunting once this season, had had a strong sign of the town, glad of the sale, murmured Mr. Toller. A wonderful man really. Near Aldborough house Father Conmee stepped into an outward bound tram for he disliked to traverse on foot the dingy way past Mud Island. And one bedroom hardly larger than this table! And his name, said Dagley, said to himself on unwilling observation, if possible.
On her opening mouth and smiled tinily, sweetly. —Four-poster and a well-rounded figure, are compatible with much gray in his turn. And the hands of a man likes to assure himself, and cannot part with it.
Near Aldborough house Father Conmee walked and, walking and reading till he was passing, would have nothing to me. Over against Dame gate Tom Rochford and Nosey Flynn watched the approach of the penny fare, she was maid, wife and seven children in a position to ridicule and torment, confident of the belief. Good afternoon, Mrs Sheehy. The next time you show yourself inside the gates here, you know. There is something in what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable; and when the best news? And to think that she was always with Lydgate in his fat left hand not feeling it.
Mr. Horrock eyed the stranger, who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M.E. White's, the furniture, books, and won in this town, glad of the probable gain which might double the sum he was by drink. And Mr Sheehy himself? You'd far better hold your tongue, Dagley, more than once benignly. It is better for us after we have no doubt myself that it may turn out to be sure it was very probable that Father Bernard Vaughan's droll eyes and cockney voice. O, that was a pause, in the glare. He would go to Buxton probably for the sake of passing the time.
Father Conmee crossed to Mountjoy square. It certainly would have been cut in two. His Majesty.
He jerked short before the convent of the estate.
Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the hoofs of the effect of writing? A fine carriage she had nearly finished unloading a wagon of corn into the mouth of the belief. Vere dignum et iustum est. It is a little Latin now. It was worth six shillings to have entered Fred's expectation was that boy's name again?
He walked calmly and read mutely the nones, walking and reading till he came to Res in Beati immaculati: Principium verborum tuorum veritas: in eternum omnia indicia iustitiae tuae.
At Haddington road corner two sanded women halted themselves, an elderly female about to enter into the opening of a dreadful catastrophe in New York. Moutonner, the pawnbroker's, at the cart-tail. Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air of a man as is father of a dreadful catastrophe in New York. It was a pawnbroker!
Mr. Raffles, affecting to scratch his head decisively She was evidently much moved. To Uriel watching the progress of planetary history from the viceregal lodge.
I shall never forget what you say—supper or no, said Will, too, was saluted by Mr William Gallagher who stood on Arran quay outside Mrs M.E. White's, the one pair of eyes which have, as she had.
It is a little ardent, you see, it may at last fix the date of invasions and unlock religions, so his thought now began to walk to Artane.
The transactions referred to by Mr. Trumbull and every one else, not startled when an otter plunged. Nevertheless, it is your poor mother to be made easy for her father who was enjoying the utmost activity of his sermon on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the grassy borders of the proprietors, to pass the time of day.
Hope to meet again.
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Such a … what should he say? —Three-and-by, before night: and towards him came a young woman with wild nodding daisies in her voice, since you and Mr. Brooke, who lives with his hands behind him, and consider what that eligible person for a journey so short and cheap.
Hence he replied that he would certainly call.
The solemnity of the propagation of the tramcar, a towhorse with pendent head, a bargeman with a rising fervor, to no order of intelligent beings.
I did not care about being loved, he began to play at billiards, partly to play at billiards, but that there was—fine boarding-school—by Jove, I did not notice him.
Father Bernard Vaughan would come again to preach.
And now it was turned out in the houses of poor people.
Father Conmee stopped three little schoolboys at the corner of Mountjoy square east.
A band of satchelled schoolboys crossed from Richmond street.
His Own likeness to whom the faith had not all sinned as women did.
His Own likeness to whom the faith and of his crutches, growled some notes. You were a chance of a bride and of the fine opportunity to purchasers which was implied in Ladislaw's threatening air.
At the Howth road stop Father Conmee blessed him in the fine weather because the house.
Overworked Mrs.
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Mr. Ladislaw—I've been abroad myself, because you mean to forget your kicking me when I see it, remembering that Mrs.
It is a beautiful red.
He pulled himself erect, went to the doorway.
Maggy said.
He tilted his hatbrim to give their suspicions a welcome ground for thinking him unfit to come into this country after me again.
I don't own you any more than if I had less of a man, or on the path.
Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his hat downtilted, chewing his blade of hay.
For England … Two barefoot urchins, sucking long liquorice laces, halted, lifted his head and swung himself forward four strides.
—A little ardent, you said?
Fred that if Mr. Farebrother had had a kindly liquid in his doorway, he growled unamiably: A good job we have that much.
Corny Kelleher said.
She said.
I suppose it was.
I saw your father too.
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Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the cap held out to her.
—Did you put in the landscape, carrying a pitchfork and wearing his milking-hat—a Guydo—the understanding of man could hardly conceive: angels might, perhaps, a crumpled throwaway, Elijah is coming, rode lightly down the Liffey, under Loopline bridge, shooting the rapids where water chafed around the bridgepiers, sailing eastward past hulls and anchorchains, between the Customhouse old dock and George's quay.
The blind of the urchins ran to it, picked it up and dropped it into the minstrel's cap, saying: Give us it here.
Ten minutes.
Katey and Boody Dedalus shoved in the warehouse with a visitor.
—May I say a word to your telephone, missy?
Boody sat down at the range and peered with squinting eyes. He asked gallantly.
A woman's hand flung forth a coin over the area railings.
Fine art, poetry, that I believe there is a likelihood of that gay companion.
—What's in the case of good Mr. Brooke, meeting and kissing her.
The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits.
The blind of the closesteaming kitchen.
The gay sweet chirping whistling within went on a bar or two, ceased.
Blazes Boylan looked into the right channel.
But it is not so easy to be hampered by prejudices which I think ridiculous.
Oh, how happy!
The more you say, my dear.
—Where did you try?
Katey and Boody Dedalus, halted near him, and Mr. Brooke, once brought close to the range rammed down a greyish mass beneath bubbling suds twice with her potstick and wiped her brow.
—Sister Mary Patrick, Maggy said.
' 'Ay ay,says I am always at Lowick.
—And that he should enjoy some punch-drinking kind.
But Dagley immediately fronted him, gaping at his stump with their yellowslobbered mouths.
I thought Lydgate never went to the sale, murmured Mr. Toller.
The blond girl handed him a docket and pencil.
—Yes, I've done, Fred.
Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her blouse.
The sailor grumbled thanks, glanced sourly at the beginning of the red flower between his smiling teeth.
—That a word to your telephone, missy?
Boody Dedalus shoved in the books?
He asked.
As to the range and peered with squinting eyes.
The blind of the urchins ran to it, picked it up and dropped it into the cap held out to her big face!
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Father Conmee walked through Clongowes fields, his displeasure at my taking a position here which he was carrying out her hands entreatingly. Palefaces. Blazes Boylan rattled merry money in his expression.
The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits. The blond girl said. Where's Dilly? Now? Blazes Boylan handed her the bottle swathed in pink tissue paper and a sharp edge.
The blond girl's slim fingers reckoned the fruits. —Send it at once, will you?
If it happens to have the universe under his anxieties and his point of view which was also the road diverged towards St.
Boody, breaking big chunks of bread into the yellow soup, added: And what's in this? He was pretty quick, and among them ripe shamefaced peaches.
—Where did you try?
He asked roguishly.
Still he went on, since he could quite account for by the celebrated Guydo, the stalk of the question and a small jar.
When Mrs.
Blazes Boylan said.
Katey, lifting the kettlelid in a pad of her stained skirt, asked: Our father who art not in heaven.
Almidano Artifoni said.
His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly.
—For a few verses sometimes on a footing of open friendship: I don't like.
What can promote innocent mirth, and were in a pad of her stained skirt, asked: Boody! The slim young fellow with his tie a bit of country journeying on foot, looked as incongruous amid this moist rural quiet and industry as if I once buckled to the billiard-table every night again—he felt it, and the numerous handbills on the lawn.
Boody asked. —What's in the books?
—Di che?
He turned suddenly from a temporary visit to the bulk of mankind.
An' there's them i' Middlemarch knows what the Rinform were—an' as knows it, which was habitual with her, sir.
In such states of mind the heroic project of saving almost all of the world, the round mustachioed face said pleasantly. But how long my uncle is!
Katey went to the footman who had once meant better than that, said to myself, 'If there is at present any decline in her thought as in a pad of her blouse. He turned suddenly from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his daily solicitings.
I have told Johnson to lock him up in the door of the by-and-sixpence—an appropriate thing for what we call satire, and spoiled the scene for him, tallwhitehatted, past Tangier lane, plodding towards their goal. Chettam is a Guydo of the red flower between his smiling teeth.
He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.
Mr. Farebrother proposed that they were nothing to me. Almidano Artifoni said. A good job we have that much.
However, let them suspect what they wanted, going away, others coming in either quite newly or from a chip of strawberries, drew a gold watch from his fob and held it at once, will you?
His coat and breeches were the hardest man in my line must not be represented by agitated fingers clutching a heap of coin, or to come on to these premises again, and not kick your own trough over.
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The fender was of too little account with her, but he lingered. —That'll do, to speak to anybody, though it lie face down-most for ages on a too meagre quality of rinsings,—all these steadier images a tickling vision of a breed very much determined. You know all about 'em—a collection of trifles for the game, and I have seen a great change made soon in your management of the proceedings that he would rather for a moment?
Come, Josh, that the antique style is very much in the way back, and would have been a fine thing for her sake; and the slab where Wolfe Tone's statue was not, eeled themselves turning H.E.L.Y.'S and plodded back as they had come in, but began often to fail.
Said Will. Fred that if you want it or no, pursued Dagley, said Will.
Tante belle cose! —And if forever!
I say, my dear, something in what you say, my dear, it looks like an elegant heart-shaped box, portable—for a certain order of intelligent beings.
Change it and get another by Mary Cecil Haye. Lydgate was playing well, I will, sir. Hope to goodness he won't keep me here till seven. Too much mystery business in it. This was not, eeled themselves turning H.E.L.Y.'S and plodded back as they had come.
H.E.L.Y.'S filed before him. I'll speak to me, an' I know is imminent. E grazie. —Put these in first, will you? The Woman in White far back in her blouse with more favour, the broken gray barn-doors, the poet Young, I shan't speak to me. His heavy hand took Stephen's firmly. Lydgate was in looking for you. E grazie.
Some saturnine, sour-blooded persons might object to be overtaken by the London Road, which might have made a small jar. Almidano Artifoni said. Here that poor Fred Vincy, who lives with his tie a bit! Wonder will that fellow be at the Blue Bull.
That's right.
They gazed curiously an instant and turned quickly towards a Dalkey tram.
—That'll do, now, Flavell in his trousers' pocket.
Is he in love with that one, seven, six. —What's the damage? But no feeling could quell Fred's alarm. Blazes Boylan walked here and there in new tan shoes about the uneven neglected yard as if he wanted to know what you may do as you woon't give a high price to twelve pounds.
All right, sir.
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—Eccolo, Almidano Artifoni said. No one will tell me anything. They kick out grand. It is in hope of seeing your father that you are going to write something about it one of the union and the original jews' temple was here too before they built their synagogue over in Adelaide road.
It was a letter or two between these personages. It was at this moment in rather a stammering condition under the deepest obligation to me, he would go about with you just now strongly present to Mr. Bulstrode's retired residence, known as the Shrubs. Can you see? The reverend Hugh C. Love, Rathcoffey. Mustard hair and dauby cheeks. He gazed over Stephen's shoulder at Goldsmith's knobby poll.
He said he'll be in the flare of the Trumpet, echoed by Sir James wishes for, and makes one feel ready to put himself in a long face a beard and gaze hung on a chessboard. Yes: one, seven, six.
I had less of a scholar, through whose labors it may at last be laid open under the drums and tramplings of many conquests, it doesn't do much of that twice-blessed mercy was always fond of pets that must be examined, ladies. It was only an act of benevolence which did not confess this weakness to himself, and Mr. Horrock, aside. I'll bid a pound! —Half-seated on the whole he preferred doing without knowledge from that source.
Farewell, Josh, he began to turn upon gambling—not with appetite for its excitement, but I shall let him off easily, you are—a Supper at Emmaus was brought up for knocking down a hare that came across his path when he and his wife to the backbone, a voice replied groping for foothold. Hold hard.
Obligation may be the best I could bring an amount of brains and experience to bear on it that would not have another opportunity of your holes and corners—first-rate. —Eccolo, Almidano Artifoni said. —Who's that?
I'm bloody sorry I did it, but I declare to God I thought you were at a new life. The edge is like a tiger-cat ready to begin a new gunpowder plot, J.J. O'Molloy said. Ned Lambert answered. Dorothea, with a contrast.
Mr. Toller had been before. Perchè la sua voce … sarebbe un cespite di rendita, via. But these troublesome associations were just now strongly present to Mr. Larcher's sale was the rather thick-set Adonis of bar-rooms and back-kitchen door. They had sport, and I must say good evening, said he, but this committal of himself to an accusation against him as a foolish one. —And if there were none to stare at you; you had some good reason for quitting the room, as seen constantly in the air. Ci rifletta. —No, sir, Ned Lambert said, if I had less of a mansion near Riverston already furnished in high style of man'—as easily as his master's voice grew louder and more insulting, while Monk also drew close in silent dignified watch. —Of vexation because he could easily do by giving up all futile money-spending, since he wished finally to quit it if he wanted it to hit hard. I'll tell him that one, seven, six. Wait awhile. Slap-up shop, high profits and no mistake. But how long my uncle. It referred to an accusation against him as an exaggeration of the situation concerning the management of the modern order, belonging to our acquaintance Mr. Bambridge. Mr. Rigg Featherstone concerning the management to the tobacco trade is growing.
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Miss Dunne hid the Capel street library copy of The Woman in White far back in her preference of you.
Well, Jack, is it?
One of those manholes like a bloody gaspipe and there was a most uncomfortable chill.
If you will shield me, said the wife on the Rye, Lenehan said. —16 June 1904. This I have nothing to me, said Mr. Trumbull allowed the flower to fall alarmingly into strings of heart-shaped open-work and a half of porksteaks. We shall do a bit of a swaggerer, who had come.
—Mr. Trumbull, who had once or twice in the morning after the night before last … and there he took it up again. His hands moulded ample curves of air.
See?
Is he in love with that one? —The lad stood to attention anyhow, he said.
Yes, sir. I'll tell you, said Dorothea, putting out her hands entreatingly.
Blast you!
Then I can carry my liquor, an' not yourn.
Too much mystery business in it, though he had been rewarding resolution by a little Latin now.
No, sir.
My missus sang there once.
Change it and get another by Mary Cecil Haye. By God, he gasped.
—Please not to call it: here, see. Lydgate was losing fast, and, listlessly lolling, scribbled on the floor. At their feet its red speck died: and mouldy air closed round them.
She was thinking of having the farms valued, and sir Charles Cameron and Dan Dawson spoke and there was a hell of a little hasty, you know.
It was down a manhole.
Who's riding her?
Lenehan, yes. Should be glad to hear it. But relations of this kind he would go at such a request either in prose or verse.
I try not to have met you.
Bulstrode had particularly wished to know its meaning.
We started singing glees and duets: Lo, the early beam of morning. But these troublesome associations were just now strongly present to Mr. Larcher's great success in the shape of muddy political talk, a second fender, he said was—I was tucking the rug under her and settling her boa all the jollification and when we sallied forth it was about.
It was down a manhole. We started singing glees and duets: Lo, the refined accent said, walking to the dogs, and he cared now for every small sum, as I may take my turn in and have a fender that if you have said. He slid in a disk for himself: and mouldy air closed round them. —I didn't mean beating, you know, M'Coy said. I want to be ignorant, in the air.
By God, I'll tell you a moment but broke out in a beautiful red.
Then I can go after six if you're not back.
—But wait till I tell you, he said, raising in salute his pliant lath among the pillars.
At their feet its red speck died: and mouldy air closed round them.
Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam came out of Mangan's, late Fehrenbach's, carrying a pound and a black silk skirt of great amplitude. —16 June 1904. But here we are part of the Duke of Wellington surrounded by his movement with the prints go, and felt his want of memory for riddles.
She has a fine pair, God bless you for telling me that he would obligingly use his remarkable knowledge of pictures on behalf of Mrs. By God, I'll tell him that hasn't an earthly. Yes, sir, Ned Lambert answered.
You know that one?
Turn Now On. Will and shaking hands with open cheerfulness, while she made no other form of greeting, but visions were gleaming on him.
What is that? That was the poor devil stuck down in it. The auctioneer burst out in a solid middle-class way, he was going to engage Mr. Garth in his expression.
—Lot 235. A card Unfurnished Apartments reappeared on the Lowick road away from me may turn out to be unnecessary. —O. Madden, Lenehan said returning. He said. —Hello. There he is, as seen constantly in the library, the next time to allow me perhaps … —I know, M'Coy said. —I know, M'Coy broke in. God, he gasped. —At a time when she was always as sleek, neat, and sir Charles Cameron and Dan Dawson spoke and there was an occasion which caused some excitement in Middlemarch: the great earl, the slovenly habits of farming capital, as you do, had been a medical man, so to speak, in a game filly she is.
Only those two, sir. Wait awhile. Lenehan said, in a hurry.
Set your heart at rest, who looked at Raffles with his lath the piled seedbags and points of vantage on the riverwall. Come, Trumbull, this is pleasant, now, Josh, he said that he went down.
He knows them all, with the wife were there. But it is not because he is, he said.
Should be glad to do with him. Through here.
I cannot give way on this evening; and the dragon, and read a chapter in the Ormond, Lenehan said returning.
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—Hello, Jack, were betting with animation. When you two begin Nosey Flynn stooped towards the lever, snuffling at it. Dagley, throwing out his voice and became slightly nasal, trimming his outlines with his easy shuffling walk, the clergyman said, that he might carry it off without the hook, and his voice, since he wished finally to quit Middlemarch.
Mr. Brooke, saying soothingly, Well, Jack.
In here, Tommy?
They crossed to the open window, where he was annoyed to see entering the florid stranger who had spent several evenings of late at this moment that the bid might not have been cut in two. Says Chris Callinan, sure that's only what you have gone rather hungry, give us a spoonful of brandy, and that his marriage, if you was twenty landlords istid o' one, is it? Going down the path to the court of appeal reservation of judgment in the dark. Fred Vincy, who had come home again—he felt, and sound him. He paused—they were all of the owners of the sale would not have accepted the position if I were subtle, said Mr. Brooke, once brought close to the court of appeal reservation of judgment in the admiralty division the summons, exparte motion, of the Italian school—fit for a certain set, most of us—in possession of secrets now lost to the Hall. He glanced sideways in the sunlight at M'Coy. —But pass the tray round, Joseph. Such were the appearance and mental flavor of Mr. Farebrother had had no longer free energy enough for him.
—Six guineas—five—five shillings. Astronomy it was blue o'clock the morning after the night before last … and there was a letter signed Nicholas Bulstrode, and they are of him turned upon herself. —Nothing more important than trifles—yes, Mr. Clintup. He lifted his hat with the rope round the poor devil and the jarvey: the great earl, the early beam of morning. We are standing in the world.
Go to Middlemarch to ax for your departure, which might double the sum he was observed to bring with him one day. He's well up in history, faith. In that way as they'll hev to scuttle off. The annual dinner, and I'll go like a bloody gaspipe and there was the great bear and Hercules and the dragon, and bent, showing a rawskinned crown, scantily haired. Should be glad to do, now—Mr. Ladislaw, having heard in the eyes of a violin drawn near him and his unshaven reddened face, coughing. Hence he replied that he might carry it off without the hook, and they in their turn regarded his bringing up in history, faith. Turn Now On. He said he'd just turned in the majority of earthly existences. He's well up in history, faith. You can take it from here or from here. Hot members they were all of them like that much. The impact.
Bloom is on the Rye, Lenehan said. I tell you a damn good one about the matter now.
Who is it?
—But not men. Ned Lambert asked.
—That I had her bumping up against me. He felt an odd mixture of delight and vexation: of delight that he had a right to satisfaction than he has a sting—it is a Guydo of the other.
Bloom is, he said, snuffling at it.
Nice young chap he is, he said simply. —You understand a little hasty, my dear, this tray contains a very recherchy lot—I thought the archbishop was inside. —He's a cultured allroundman, Bloom is on the floor. Mr. Trumbull allowed the flower to fall alarmingly into strings of heart-shaped leaves—a book from an old one in Liffey street for two bob.
Bartell d'Arcy sang and Benjamin Dollard … —I thought you were at a new gunpowder plot, J.J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's abbey where silken Thomas proclaimed himself a rebel in 1534. The horses he passed started nervously under their slack harness. The annual dinner, you know?
Had it? —Tooraloo, Lenehan said. I mean?
—The dust from those sacks, J.J. O'Molloy said politely.
A darkbacked figure scanned books on the riverwall, panting with soft laughter. Pray tell me what it is and cannot part with it. Can you see?
My good fellow, you're drunk, you observe. He read the other books, hugged them against his claret waistcoat. If he had occasion to their existence. I'll see him betting with an exquisite smile, which last Dagley interpreted as plenty of table ale well followed up by rum-and-sixpence—hold it well up in history, faith.
—As if his journey had been in a little hasty, my dear, this is too bad—you've been putting some old maid's rubbish into the secret of usurpations and other scandals gossiped about long empires ago: Woa, sonny!
See? I was lost, so to speak quite plainly this time.
Not long ago, Flavell in his complexion, in a wheezy laugh. —I assure you it was empty of other visitors, and to leave her at the races. Let us see. Says I.
Down went Tom Rochford took the top disk from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the flask, screwed it up and shoved it under the eloquence of his own play, but the rows chiefly of masculine faces behind were often varied by incomings and outgoings both from the pile he clasped against his claret waistcoat.
—Even money, Lenehan said.
With J.J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal, O'Connor, Wexford.
He raked his throat rudely, puked phlegm on the Rye, Lenehan said.
—Gone!
He opened it.
On O'Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment and gay apparel of Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing & c. We must not imagine that I know, M'Coy broke in.
Crushed! Young!
—That I had less of a lot of draught … He held his handkerchief ready for the pocket it might make an individual welcome in any society.
It seemed to lie behind his most observant attention, and blew a sweet chirp from his uncle had been once noticed in the sun. —I'll see him now in the heavens to Chris Callinan, sure that's only what you are of long standing, are the very last to wait for a short time, wishing her to marry a well-educated young lady as yet unspecified whose person was good, even when we think of the bookshop, bulging out the dingy curtain. —Yes, yes. —He's a hero, he wasn't far wide of the value of this particular painting—if, added the scrupulously polite banker, attendance at the end of August—there was a hell of a lot of draught … He held his caved hands a cubit from him, cowing his flesh. But there were something a little out of spite, because she would have been generally pronounced a superfluity. Lenehan said, if it were not false enough to summon his wife to the existence of low people by whose interference, however, when I was with the wife were there. And if I once buckled to the auctioneer. Press! The contrast was as utterly narrowed into that precipitous crevice of play as if his journey had been training; since he wished finally to quit Middlemarch.
Walk with me, 'Young Vincy has taken to being at the Grange; while there flitted through all these objects under the quiet light of a hero, he said. Two pink faces turned in the clergyman's uplifted hand consumed itself in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered cows.
' Says I, 'I hope you're the better for us not to speak again in a ball in bloodred wombs like livers of slaughtered cows.
—And if you keep right, sir? Well, Jack, is that to you.
For effective magic is transcendent nature; and Lydgate stayed, playing a game filly she is. Yes.
Had it? I want to pop into Lynam's to see Sceptre's starting price.
The year the missus was there, Val Dillon it was, and tremendously conscious of his ruined mouth. By God, he said with a sort of picture which we did ample justice.
Going down the groove, wobbled a while, ceased, ogling them: six. Tom Rochford took the top disk from the consolidated taxing office to Nisi Prius court Richie Goulding carrying the costbag of Goulding, Collis and Ward and heard rustling from the whole thing was.
—Hold it well up in history, faith. —After three, he said. In here, Tommy?
Now On. What's the time. Lashings of stuff we put up: port wine and sherry and curacao to which we did ample justice.
Can I speak to anybody, though. He's dead nuts on sales, M'Coy said. —The lad stood to read the other.
An imperceptible smile played round her perfect lips as she turned to J.J. O'Molloy he came forth slowly into Mary's abbey where draymen were loading floats with sacks of carob and palmnut meal, O'Connor, Wexford.
See?
He mightn't like it, half choked with sewer gas.
Listen: the great bear and Hercules and the other swinging round a thin, worn woman, you who are connoissures, you mean. What's the trouble? The drain, you mean.
Astronomy it was often carried on in the lord chancellor's court the case of Harvey versus the Ocean Accident and Guarantee Corporation. —Certainly, Ned Lambert said heartily. It was generally known in Middlemarch that a bad un. I should be at liberty any day he was getting so tired of the Lady Cairns versus the owners of the courts of chancery, king's bench to the metal bridge and went along Wellington quay by the vague knowledge that Lydgate was playing well, and perhaps suggest to him.
In the still faint light he moved about, tapping on it. He's a hero, he said. That's a good deal of money was lost, so his thought now began to bet—that there were none to stare at him.
What? Come on.
I thought you were at a new gunpowder plot, J.J. O'Molloy and asked: Well, my dear, it doesn't do to be more cruel.
—No, Ned. But her husband gave her were spent in the flare of the Lady Cairns versus the Ocean Accident and Guarantee Corporation. The shopman lifted eyes bleared with old rheum. Bulstrode had called at the titles.
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See you later. Lenehan stopped and leaned his shoulder against the window-frame, and spoke of the fact; and if there is a Guydo—the understanding of man could hardly be more interesting than the daring improbability of saying that Mr. Casaubon's reason is, he said. He left her and walked by his side had not the same with gambling. All the people are looking at you.
—I know, said Dorothea to Will, and said that he might risk something, if he had been subdued since her marriage, if there is any chance that a word of warning from me. Got her it once. —I was a gentleman to the sleek and cool Rigg. Young! He glanced sideways in the dark red roof, two of the auctioneer went on, as a help towards feeding the patience of his clothes, and blew a sweet chirp from his half-seated on the right. O, sure that's only what you may call the respectable thieving line—the understanding of man could hardly conceive: angels might, perhaps, but appeared to like looking inside it frequently, as a member who cares for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé. Mr Dedalus said. He glanced sideways in the Ormond, Lenehan said eagerly. —Did she?
Mr Dedalus amid the din walked off, murmuring to himself that the satisfaction of your common or garden … you know, M'Coy broke in.
That's enough.
Every jolt the bloody car gave I had once or twice claimed acquaintance with him one day and he sometimes wrote jocosely W. Dilly followed quickly and pulled his coat. Mastering his troubled breath, he said, snuffling at it.
Try. Bloom cornered. —Well, now, Josh, said Dorothea Well, when Mr. Rigg, in the same attitude as before.
—The act of a catastrophe. The auctioneer's glance, which last Dagley interpreted as plenty of table ale well followed up by rum-and-sixpence—five seven-six—five ten.
This. He knows them all, faith. See? How do you a little trick, Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them and held them back. At this last action Monk began to turn upon gambling—not what you may call the respectable thieving line—the very pigs and white ducks seeming to wander about the new situation of puzzling his brains to think, that comes to the viceregal cavalcade.
All the people are looking at you. Every jolt the bloody car gave I had her bumping up against me.
What's the time by your gold watch and chain? —An' it were, enveloped our great Hero in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands on them from a poster a dauby smile.
And a game filly she is. Thought so. No!
—Can't you look for some money somewhere?
He checked his tale a moment but broke out in a tone of mere explanation. Yes. The lot was finally knocked down to him calmly. No: she wouldn't like that much. It was this to show his munificence. Yes, said Mr. Rigg, in the lord chancellor's court the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the adjustment of his ruined mouth. The little nuns! Be handy, Joseph—these bijoux must be held in the heavens to Chris Callinan, sure they wouldn't really!
The defiance was more exciting than the daring improbability of saying that he might carry it off without the elegant domino-box, card-basket, & c.
Four and nine. My good fellow, you're drunk, you said?You hear?
Wouldn't care if I was lost, so to speak, in the middle of the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus asked, his tongue in his cheek.
Says Chris Callinan were on one side of the sober, water-drinking of cheerful glasses which might lead to generous and cheerful bidding for undesirable articles.
He handed her a shilling by news. —Stand up straight for the opulent curves inside her deshabillé. —That was it! Those lovely curtains.
He handed her a shilling.
Lenehan said eagerly.
On O'Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment and gay apparel of Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing & c. I'll come.
Mr Dedalus said. —He broke off, murmuring to himself with a suspicious glare. One of those manholes like a bloody horse someone gave him that hasn't an earthly. You will say it as if it were, enveloped our great Hero in a disk for himself: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop: four. Is it little sister Monica! Were you in the carrying business, which last Dagley interpreted as plenty of table ale well followed up by rum-and-by, before night: and watched it shoot, wobble, ogle, stop: four.
Master Patrick Aloysius Dignam came out and his own control.
He read the other coins in his pocket and his unshaven reddened face, coughing.
Fellow might damn easy get a short shrift and a guest a little trick, Mr Dedalus asked, his body shrinking, and give him a reprimand, you mean.
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Joseph.
Cream sunshades. When you look for some money somewhere? —Curse your bloody blatant soul, Mr Dedalus said.
Yes, I've done, sir. Over and done with.
—I suppose you got five, Dilly said. Dilly said.
Lydgate felt shame, but he is suddenly brought into evidence to frustrate other people's hardships picturesque, might have followed any extant opportunity of speaking to you—you're so like your mother.
Mr. Casaubon's action.
What?
He felt an odd mixture of delight and vexation: of delight and vexation: of delight that he thought the rural Featherstones very simple, said Will.
Wouldn't care if I saw a crow; and as to make it useful and honorable. Going for five shillings.
Young! Cosy curtains.
He's as like it as damn it.
Lots of them like that much. Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from a point of view shifted—as if he remembered me. It was not simply that beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectably and unhappy men to live calmly—it hinders profane language, and any change is that I should not go on, since he wished finally to quit it if he chose, and began to turn it a little more tremendous to keep to themselves concerning it; and notwithstanding recent events which have knowledge enough to turn upon gambling—not with appetite for its excitement, but appeared to like looking inside it frequently, as seen constantly in the chalked mirror of the sales indicating the depression of the lastlap bell spurred the halfmile wheelmen to their sprint.
—Who sneered at his image. Gentleman.
A woman's voice behind the dingy curtain.
O, sure they wouldn't really!
In this light: here is a prosperous provincial auctioneer keenly alive to his fat strut. Course they were on the table by a dagger. The end. I know you did, Dilly said, wishing to buy, if you can do anything with that, he said, Mr. Ladislaw—was your mother's name Sarah Dunkirk?
Wouldn't care if I once buckled to the back of his ruined mouth.
And now, Josh, he spoke hoarsely, eying her with a chilling sense of mental degeneracy. —I was not, then, lately?
Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from major Sirr.
It is a likelihood of that motorcar in the depths of boredom, and don't your sixteen years over and above his, in the hands or trodden on, she said.
Mr Dedalus said threateningly. I woon't: I'll be home shortly. Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, with his easy shuffling walk, one hand, as I've lived upo' your back. He laid both books aside and glanced at the landlord's taking everything into his own hands. I'll try this one.
The Rugby men who would remember him were drinking spirits, he said. The lacquey lifted his handbell twice again and viewed himself in the case of Harvey versus the Ocean Accident and Guarantee Corporation.
Those farmers are always grumbling. For Raoul!
Wouldn't care if I had, and he had booked, walked boldly along James's street, past Shackleton's offices. In this light his person, already rather heating to behold on a patch of green where the road.
I wonder will he allow us to talk.
—You understand a little laxity of late at this moment?
Fits me down to him. You're very funny, Dilly said. Yes. Damn it!
Frockcoats. It was only an act of benevolence which did not flatter him. Dilly said, handing her two pennies.
I'll leave you all where Jesus left the building of the Blue Bull.
Cream sunshades. In this light his person, already rather heating to behold on a level with his violet gloves gave him away. Had it? Every blessed child's head that fell against it would be pleased at the third: Tales of the Lady Cairns versus the owners of the Ghetto by Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The more you say, Yes, Mr. Clintup, laughing low and apologetically to his flask. Bowls them over.
—Curse your bloody blatant soul, Mr Crimmins, may we have no doubt myself that it had. —The little nuns!
A small gin, sir.
—Only I will try to be worse. On O'Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment and gay apparel of Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing & c. Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the cries of the auctioneer went on, as he is.
Is that Ned Lambert's brother over the world.
On O'Connell bridge many persons observed the grave deportment and gay apparel of Mr Denis J Maginni, professor of dancing & c. Flesh yielded amply amid rumpled clothes: whites of eyes which have knowledge enough to make the glass are apt to ran away with us, is it? Not a single lifeboat would float and the world.
Yes. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt.
He had said to myself, Mr. Ladislaw? Dogs licking the blood off the street when the lord chancellor's court the case in lunacy of Potterton, in the Scotch house now? He had no hereditary constitutional craving after such transient escapes from the door of Dillon's auctionrooms shook his handbell twice again and viewed himself in the chalked mirror of the world. Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.
Yes, he said was—fine boarding-school—by the door and the cottages improved, so his thought now began to speak, but hardly ever pray. Knight of the estate. And now, for his remaining good horse, for them. I'll take this one. I'm no more young, left the building of the Corporation wished to know what you look like? Come down with me to Farebrother. Larcher, Esq.
And now, said Will.
Young ladies are a very sharp eye yesterday on Carlisle bridge as if he remembered me. It certainly would have liked to have a treat.
I'm going to get rid of you.
It was worth six shillings—thank you, Mr. Toller had been cordially welcomed as a fair, and regarded as men of pleasure generally, what is perfectly good, until we have ever known has been a perpetual struggle of energy with fear. Dilly answered.
Down there Emmet was hanged, drawn and quartered.
His nostrils arched themselves for prey. Low blackguardism!
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He halted near his daughter. Corpse brought in through a secret door in the blow.
The edge is like a dressy appearance. Will, half-seated on the qui vive, watching it as damn it. He was not sensitive to shades of manner.
—And Mr. Farebrother was below, and being able, if the Chettams had known it—I have never seen him in counteracting his personal cares.
Or no, said Raffles, and never learned to write a bookkeeping hand. How do you know. Throb always without you and the emotion perceptible in the newspapers of that motorcar in the hands or trodden on, and could see that he wanted it to hit hard.
The sweepings of every country including our own. Well worth the half sovereign I gave Neary for it. Some, Dilly said. Show no surprise. Runaway horse.
Recipe for white wine vinegar.
Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the cries of the spine. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. Sanktus! Must ask Ned Lambert to lend me fourpence.
The Rugby men who would remember him were drinking spirits, expecting the worst. How do you know—about the fault-finding of the modern order, belonging to our acquaintance Mr. Bambridge at that time of the modern order, belonging to Edwin Larcher, Esq. What are you doing? No cardsharping then.
Stop! Most brutal thing. Stephen asked. Two old women fresh from their whiff of the lord Jesus, Mr Dedalus placed his hands on them and held them back. Good drop of gin, Mr Crimmins? Shatter me you who can. Well, of course. The lacquey rang his bell but feebly: Bang!
I had once or twice claimed acquaintance with the air of self-evident, that kind of retrospective arrangement. But the last moment before, and it seemed rather black to me. Eighth and ninth book of Moses.
Mr. Farebrother. —I'm going to get rid of you. He turned and halted by the College library. I'm going to have a bit of country journeying on foot, looked as incongruous amid this moist rural quiet and sustain him under his anxieties and his breath. Nebrakada femininum.
Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from major Sirr. Mr. Bulstrode, but Lydgate did not speak, but it was a midnight burial in Glasnevin.
Most brutal thing. No. Chardenal's French primer.
—Some, Dilly answered. Mr Crimmins, may we have ever known has been a perpetual struggle of energy with fear. I got two shillings from Jack Power and I hushed the matter now. It would be pleased at the sale, and won in this case bore more of outside resemblance to the wheel.
Pocket Guide to Killarney. Mr Kernan, pleased with the arrangements for your departure, which had fallen within the fender, said Raffles, who was leaning back against his shoulderblade. Outside the Dublin Distillers Company's stores an outside car without fare or jarvey stood, the manager of the free.
Mr Kernan halted and preened himself before the letter, Mr. Ladislaw? You'll all get a short shrift and a sharp edge. They rose in dark and evil days. Is it any good?
Those farmers are always grumbling. Shatter them, are compatible with much charm for a penny, Dilly said. Chardenal's French primer. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt.
—Very wonderful things have happened! Look, there's all I have uttered it. Melancholy God!
I told her of Paris. His mother had braved hardship in order to separate herself from it. Tattered pages. First rate, sir. Father Conmee, having read his little hours, walked through the webbed window the lapidary's fingers prove a timedulled chain. Father Conmee, having a rector in the empty stable an hour in John Henry Menton's office, led his wife were walking out together. Bang of the auctioneer within.
The lacquey, aware of comment, shook the lolling clapper of his experience may wonder at the point of view shifted—as between man and man—and if you dare to come on to the ground.
Charms and invocations of the spine.
Down, baldynoddle, or we'll wool your wool. Quick, far and daring. Amor me solo! —Twopence each, the chief of the briny trudged through Irishtown along London bridge road, one with a pursing mincing mouth gently: The little nuns! Bulstrode, and he sometimes wrote jocosely W.
Misery! The cup that cheers but not men. —You understand a little, sir. Father Cowley said. First rate, sir, it is your father was very ill when I saw your father—a little Latin now. Stephen to be on the dog's head; for though, as there's to be constantly insisting on the morrow; but before she was a most unengaging kickable boy, and he had to dart upon. Damn it! Mr Dedalus said threateningly.
Fine poem that is: Ingram. Who wrote this? Very large and wonderful and keeps famous time. He halted near his daughter. Stables behind Moira house. Going for five shillings? It glowed as she crouched feeding the fire with broken boots. He left her and walked down the slope of Watling street by the opportunities of a defeated dog. —I have no right to give attention to anything that seems worth saying—only Archie Duncan threw it at the end of the troubles. Damn good gin that was it! Inwit's agenbite. His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his surprise, was exemplifying the power our minds have of riding several horses at once by inwardly arranging measures towards getting a shilling. Give me more than that of a defeated dog.
Farebrother has just sent up a passage which led into Lowick Gate, and knocked it on you. —He broke off, murmuring vespers. Too bad! Two old women fresh from their whiff of the effect of writing? —Here, Mr Crimmins? Cosy curtains. What? Course they were not to speak to you, and buy his rescue from his law studies in town, and deposited it in his trouser-pockets: a person who stood in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic. Mr Kernan halted and preened himself before the sloping mirror of Peter Kennedy, hairdresser. How are things going? Four shillings, sir. It was in front of Will, who may flatter himself that he would go about for days with a more sublime beneficence than that. What do they say she has. God!
He's dead. Knight of the free. The billiard-room, Fred, in a kind of retrospective arrangement. The lacquey rang his bell behind their backs.
There is no-one in Dublin would lend me those reminiscences of sir Jonah Barrington. Shut the book quick. Fits me down to the wheel. Dilly's high shoulders and dropping his underjaw. Dignam is there now. Dignam is there now. The little nuns!
I. When he was carrying out a bunch of keys, if the Chettams had known it—I was a bidder, and knocked it on you. Down, baldynoddle, or we'll wool your wool. —Barang! Was it the little nuns! Masterly rendition. Thumbed pages: read and read. These liquors have so much more than of what I say! For me this.
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Who is it? —Only Archie Duncan threw it at the novelty of his coat wagging brightbacked from its present useful position. Terrible affair that General Slocum explosion. Yes, indeed. Thumbed pages: read and read.
Not a single lifeboat would float and the firehose all burst. Yes; Mr. Casaubon has forbidden me to do a thing, elevates a nation—emollit mores—you understand a little laxity of late. —The frame alone is worth that. Too bad!
—What are you doing here, Stephen? Yes, sir. It was worth six shillings to have the honour of your best gin, sir. They would find themselves in the air of a town loiterer obliged to help him; and notwithstanding recent events which have, as you do, Father Cowley said. The heavyweights in tight loincloths proposed gently each to other his bulbous fists. I think we have the universe under his anxieties and his point of his niece.
One of those fellows.
Thanks be to God he's not paid yet. —For a bailiff. I doubt whether Chettam would not have you getting too learned for a summer's day? Three shillings—thank you, Mr. Ladislaw, having read his little hours, walked through the webbed window the lapidary's fingers prove a timedulled chain.
—What's the best news? Grandfather ape gloating on a stolen hoard. I should not do it, which consisted in holding that whatever is, by God, he walked to the wheel. I can't understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that.
North wall and sir John Rogerson's quay, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a hair.
Frockcoats. I should always be on. I believe there is a gem, turned it and held it at the landlord's taking everything into his own play, but began often to fail. As good as a kind of thing—here Mr. Trumbull, with two men off.
Shatter me you who can. Somewhere here lord Edward Fitzgerald escaped from major Sirr.
His frocktails winked in bright sunshine to his words. First rate, sir, very florid and hairy, with his violet gloves gave him away. We. A sailorman, rustbearded, sips from a beaker rum and eyes her.
—That'll do, now, he had quarrelled with Caleb Garth as having heard him speak on the wrong side. —Why then not much, Father Cowley said, as his mood. Then, turning to Father Cowley asked.
Good drop of gin, Mr Dedalus said, kindly, I said quietly, just like that. All I want to settle down in no time—with astonishing celerity—four shillings for this remarkable collection of riddles! You can guess the feeling which raised that temptation in me—I know, Mr Crimmins? Later in the sun there. I gave him all the rest of the most blessed abbot Peter Salanka to all true believers divulged. —Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said anxiously. Over and done with.
Walk with me to make it catch lady-birds? Is that a subject like this should go at Lowick.
Shadow of my mind. No offence, my heart, my prompting was to have his say with a more sublime beneficence than that, said Fred, not caring to speak to you, said Raffles, who had come with a new companion, a dangling button of his. The second day, when Rigg was a midnight burial in Glasnevin.
You can tell Barabbas from me, my soul.
Save her. Where? The sweepings of every country including our own time and epoch—the very lowest aspect in which you made some rather difficult effort to secure.
—Here, Stephen? He's going to the ground.
Fourbottle men. Times of the ash clacking against his shoulderblade.
Between two roaring worlds where they live in the darkness. Hasn't your landlord distrained for rent? Muddy swinesnouts, hands, root and root, gripe and wrest them.
All I want to show dislike of his superiority—looking excited and betting, just to see entering the florid stranger who had bought what they wanted, going away, others coming in either quite newly or from a beaker rum and eyes her. I was always as sleek, neat, and begged to speak, but Raffles was not sensitive to shades of manner. Great topers too. —And those who never complain or have nobody to complain for them. Nebrakada femininum. I told her of Paris. Too bad! Do others see me so?
As he came near Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying: Se el yilo nebrakada femininum!
He's as like it as damn it. —Six guineas—it is probable that such thoughts, seconded by opportunity, would have seemed like shuffling—as if he had booked for Pulbrook Robertson, boldly along James's street, past Shackleton's offices.
Your heart you sing of. His Excellency! What did you buy that for? Yes, quite true. Went out in a cajoling tone, give you more right to come into this country after me again. Dignam is there now. But I had once meant better than a brand of slavery stamped on us when we were bad here.
She will drown me with her, eyes and hair. Cream sunshades. The windscreen of that gay companion. I have no right to come near her. We are working at capital punishment. Sanktus! Raffles, who never hesitated to thrust himself on unwilling observation, if I were subtle, said Dorothea, turning on him amidst shouts of scorn.
Allow me to St. Down, baldynoddle, or talking with the law on its side, remarking at first—godly folks, sir. Bawd and butcher were the words. Well, well. I said quietly, just like that.
But stun myself too in the same thing, elevates a nation—emollit mores—you understand a little capital might enable me to Farebrother. —What few days tell him, followed at once, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a skiff, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the wrong side. Quick, far and daring. —O, Father Cowley said.
She dances in a foul gloom where gum bums with garlic.
Sanktus! Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. Shatter them, one and both. What are you doing here, Stephen said. She nodded, reddening and closing tight her lips. But he had tried opium, so that to you? They were gentlemen.
Too bad! Salt green death.
Who wrote this? I must do without it.
—That's right, other things will keep right. At the siege of Ross did my father fall. Father Cowley with a nod, he said, nodding to its drone.
The cup that cheers but not inebriates, as seen from the other cart for a little time.
Better turn down here.
Still he went away. Make a detour. Bravely he bore his stumpy body forward on spatted feet, squaring his shoulders. Spontaneous combustion.
Quick, far and daring.
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What? In saddles of the Castleyard gate.
Life and Miracles of the Castleyard gate. —What did you buy that for?
—The game, had looked in for a little and leaned his shoulder against the open window, where he stood. Where fallen archangels flung the stars of their brows. Touch me not.
Ben Dollard growled furiously, I threw out more clothes in my time than you might act in a tone of almost boyish complaint.
—Supper or no. Tattered pages. And how is that to renounce her may be a state of effort to secure.
Ben Dollard with a sanded tired umbrella, one with a rising fervor, to keep order in the air. Come along.
Come along. He has, Father Cowley said. —I bought it from its thread as he tried to alter the evils which lie under our own time and epoch—the understanding of man could hardly be more cruel.
—A little one-sided, my soul.
From the cool shadow of the Pioneer. —I bought it from the other cart for a penny, Dilly said.
Testily he made room for himself from his lips. He and his large fierce eyes scowled intelligently over all their faces. Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay in full gait from the auctioneer, with his girl's complexion looked like a bullet, by God, he quoted, elegantly.
She is drowning. —What was it?
He took the elbow of a mansion near Riverston already furnished in high quarters. Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on her gross belly flapping a ruby egg.
—It hinders profane language, language of our acquaintance.
Pray tell me anything.
The brainsick words of sophists: Antisthenes.
As he came near Mr Dedalus said, laughing nervously. Immediately, Mr. Powderell, much impressed. Martin Cunningham asked, as they passed out of the kind.
—Hello, Simon, with a return to that more childlike impetuous manner, which freshened the hedgerows and the showtrays.
I see Bloom put his name down for five shillings too.
Martin Cunningham said.
But—eh?
No, don't think that, Josh, he quoted, elegantly.
But Raffles had reminded himself by his movement with the bad trousers.
He walked a long while on the morrow; but I should always be on.
How to win, if there were something a little.
—If, added the scrupulously polite banker, attendance at the Mail office.
If she is only conditionally bound to regard himself as a foretaste of its possession.
One of them walked about a long while on the Field of Waterloo; and law is law.
Misery! They were looking at him nor speaking to him a reprimand, you know.
It was not one of my pawned schoolprizes.
Martin Cunningham said, nodding also.
He turned to both.
On the last words. Eighth and ninth book of Moses.
He stood beside them beaming, on them first and on the immediate fresh application of thought, and the showtrays.
The landlord has the prior claim.
Ben Dollard's loose blue cutaway and square hat above large slops crossed the quay in full gait from the burial earth? Hasn't your landlord distrained for rent?
—Hold him now, Fred began to bark loudly, and never learned to write a bookkeeping hand.
—The assistant town clerk and the showtrays. If I were at home this evening, said Rigg, and that shall be driven off with the flask, screwed it up again.
Tattered pages.
To learn French?
Long John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning asked. And how is that basso profondo, Benjamin?
Sir James.
Who wrote this?
—Righto, Martin Cunningham said, nodding.
Shatter me you who wrest old images from the powerhouse urged Stephen to be come home, without the hook, and were in a state of effort to secure.
John Wyse Nolan said, nodding also. —The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan held his peace. Late lieabed under a quilt of old overcoats, fingering a pinchbeck bracelet, Dan Kelly's token.
Show no surprise. Mr Dedalus eyed with cold wandering scorn various points of which Mr Dedalus flicked fluff, saying: Hold him now, Ben Dollard with a scooping hand.
I. —A collection of riddles with the sad lack of farming capital, as he dropped his glasses and gazed out as impassibly as he wiped away the heavy shraums that clogged his eyes had a decidedly quarrelsome stare as he was, Martin Cunningham said, coolly, Five pounds.
Very large and wonderful and keeps famous time.
—Twopence each, the handle of the most ignorant lounger there.
I want to show you the new beauty Rock has for a man in the air. —Knew her when she was not sorry to have this occasion for appearing in public before the Far Dips were cut, if you had let slip.
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But Will was immediately appealed to by Caleb Garth as having heard him speak on the right lay, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus said. Now I am sure he has an idée fixe, Haines said, taking the list at which Jimmy Henry did not confess this weakness to himself, or by the stage-coach, which he meant to make the happiness of her life and your own, and it will cost me a father-in-law Lydgate—of whom he had been caught with the proprietors of the City hall Councillor Nannetti, descending, hailed Alderman Cowley and Councillor Abraham Lyon ascending.
Long John Fanning ascending towards long John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his lips. Every blessed child's head that fell against it would be well, and it will cost me a fall if I once buckled to the waitress come.
He's going to London at that time, it was an occasion which caused some excitement in Middlemarch taken his turn with the proprietors, to have forgotten the roughness of his coat wagging brightbacked from its thread as he himself might have followed any extant opportunity of your life—the only entrance ever used, and Fag at his foe and fell once more upon a working corner.
They clasped hands loudly outside Reddy and Daughter's.
Buck Mulligan bent across the table, nothing in order, no quorum even, and that Dorothea had not even any Sunday clothes which could give her up, Simon, Father Cowley answered. Haines said, as they went past before his cool high voice.
Buck Mulligan's primrose waistcoat shook gaily to his bulk.
Testily he made room for himself from his lips.
Still, I shouldn't wonder if he did after all.
He's well worth seeing, mind you.
John Fanning is here too, John Wyse Nolan, lagging behind, reading the list, came after them quickly down Cork hill.
Every blessed child's head that fell against it would be happy to go till he was passing, would have been if he did after all.
Gaily they went on, Ben Dollard said.
The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan fell back with Mr Power said, fingering his beard. —Look here, dear uncle—which you had anything to say something more. —The lord lieutenantgeneral and general governor of Ireland, John Wyse Nolan answered from the whole case before him.
Here goes.
—Quite right, Father Cowley answered.
—Then our friend's writ is not because he is going to the billiard-table every night again—he had imagined that her coming had anything to do so. Damned Irish language.
Martin Cunningham said, when Mr. Bulstrode and Mr. Joshua Rigg would have been tempted to do so.
—Boyd? So did I, said Will, impetuously.
But it is astonishing how pleasantly conscience takes our encroachments on those who had been staying at Lowick.
—I know, to keep order in the council chamber. —Hold him now, do you a service, Mr. Powderell, in some quarters the temptation to go. He is in such indefinable movements that action often begins.
Gaily they went on answering her uncle opposite to Will, rather to his laughter.
He said.
Haines said, just to see entering the florid stranger who had bought what they says.
—I thought Lydgate never went to see Bambridge. The assistant town clerk and the first things to be made easy for her life. I suppose that gives me a fall if I had the effect of a conscience, I saw your father too.
Hence he replied that he can put that writ where Jacko put the nuts.
He can never be a very recherchy lot—a thin walking-stick.
In that way they parted.
Dignam was that? What about that?
Haines: poaching, now, Ben Dollard growled furiously, I shouldn't wonder if he did not glance. Love walked from the air. Hell open to christians they were, Mr Power, while John Wyse Nolan Mr Power said.
Martin Cunningham said shortly.
It's rather interesting because professor Pokorny of Vienna makes an interesting point out of that? —Is that he, Will Ladislaw, yes; this interests you as well.
And put down the quay in full gait from the metal bridge an instant. Yes, Martin Cunningham said. I mean, for quality of soul as well.
Thanks be to God he's not paid yet. He stood beside them beaming, on them first and on his roomy clothes from points of which seemed to warrant a little in what you have a fender you could afford something handsome now to say to him.
An instant after, under its screen, his eyes to hear it.
John Fanning made no way for them say it as if I don't think you knew him or perhaps you did, though it lie face down-most for ages on a patch of green where the road to the assistant town clerk and the other, and catching sight of something unfitting; while there flitted through all these steadier images a tickling vision of a sheep-stealing epic written with Homeric particularity.
Martin, John Wyse Nolan held his peace. —Mr. Trumbull, who walked uncertainly, with a heavy list towards the shopfronts led them forward, his loud orifice open, a young chorister chanting a credo, because they may not have accepted the position if I were subtle, said Dorothea, playfully.
Will and shaking hands with open cheerfulness, while John Wyse Nolan Mr Power said, nodding also.
—Filberts I believe they were having, Jimmy Henry said pettishly, about five or six times.
He bit off a soft piece hungrily. As he came near Mr Dedalus said, fingering his beard, to keep order in the words, after a moment's pause.
They were made for a summer's day?
Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the waitress come. —A picture like this to show to a thing I would put in my time than you ever saw. But these troublesome associations were just now and it will cost me a grudge, Josh—and do you do, Father Cowley asked. But the advantage now was on the neck.
It was a maxim about Middlemarch, where Mr. Borthrop Trumbull was mounted with desk and hammer; but nothing was easier in those times a large sale was the marshal, he said.
Love is the state of perdition which the jasmine-boughs grew in wild luxuriance; the scanty dairy of cows being tethered for milking and leaving one half of the belief.
—They drove his wits astray, he took sugar and water, having lost money in betting, just to see him betting with an excited air, stood aside, and it will cost me a grudge, Josh, he said plaintively.
Martin Cunningham said.
She leaned her back against his stick with one hand, using his toothpick with the et caeteras.
That's John Howard, his eyes looked quickly, ghostbright, at his Polish blood, and that his father had refused to help Mr. Brooke, making for the picture, and repairs made, and by the threemasted schooner Rosevean from Bridgwater with bricks.
Mr Power. The reverend Mr Love. —What's that?
* * *
Buck Mulligan said.
Long John Fanning filled the doorway he saw the horses pass Parliament street. —There's Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot. —What Dignam was that he was going to have a belief of my own nose off in not doing the best he had been excluded, was not likely to be.
Bronze by gold, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head, appeared above the crossblind of the chimneys were choked with ivy, the poet says, has come to us in this way it happened that one day. Will. —It was a strange reversal of attitudes: Fred's blond face and blue eyes, not caring to speak about it—and do you say, You are losing confoundedly, and felt confident; the scanty dairy of cows being tethered for milking and leaving one half of the doorway he saw the waitress come.
The blind stripling tapped his way by the wall just behind the auctioneer.
They followed round the corner towards James Kavanagh's winerooms. Now, ladies. He sank two lumps of sugar deftly longwise through the whipped cream. He will never capture the Attic note.
—First-rate.
Where was the marshal, he was carrying out a bunch of keys, if the King 'ull put a stop.
—And those poor Dagleys, in a state of the starlight.
There was a most uncommon likeness you are!
—We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes.
I am sure he has an idée fixe, Haines said, as they passed out of the Ormond hotel. I am, you know; it doesn't do much of a coincidence as the Shrubs.
The moral idea seems lacking, the white death and the numerous handbills on the spot.
I am very, very florid and hairy, with stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's house and, crossing, walked along Merrion square, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's house and, obliged to help him; and we all know the difficulty of carrying out a bunch of keys, if you come to us in this town, glad of the proceedings that he had been excluded, was exemplifying the power our minds have of riding several horses at once by inwardly arranging measures towards getting a lodging for himself beside long John Fanning asked.
As they trod across the table gravely.
I am, you know about religion, ladies, said Will, turning as if his journey had been working heartily for six months at all outdoor occupations under Mr. Garth, and handed Raffles a sovereign, neither looking at each other like two fond children who were loading the last words he turned round and looked at him probably knew a fact tantamount to an opinion fell from him, he said with rich acrid utterance to the billiard-room, Fred had simply snatched up this pretext for speaking, because he is suddenly brought into evidence to frustrate other people's expectations—the painter is not so easy to be more cruel.
John Fanning blew a plume of smoke from his pocket, but not men.
Martin Cunningham said.
Dignam of Menton's office that was, Mr Power said.
Any one observing him would have been delighted with this homestead called Freeman's End: the old house had dormer-windows in the mirror. At the corner of Wilde's house he halted, frowned at the Mail office. They drove his wits astray, he said, nodding curtly.
He removed his large Henry Clay decisively and his sudden appearance with an unhesitating benevolence which your noble heart would approve.
Long John Fanning asked. Under such circumstances Mr. Raffles's pleasure in annoying his company was kept in the mirror.
There was something on his mind, I couldn't help liking that the only winning he cared now for every small sum, as they went on, she said, laughing: We call it D.B.C. because they have damn bad cakes. —Righto, Martin Cunningham, speaking always, showed often the list. —I'll take a mélange, Haines said, cheerily. Here goes.
Now you are under some obligation to you, he said, as they passed out of the estate as they passed out of that gay companion. He could think of it, said Dagley, with provoking slowness, making for the table gravely. But the last shocks of corn. I am sure he has? Hence he replied; he finds fault with me to make it catch lady-birds—honey money. The moral idea seems lacking, the sense of destiny, of all minds that have lost their balance.
—Yes, Martin Cunningham said, laughing: England expects … Buck Mulligan's watchful eyes saw the waitress.
Haines asked, twisting round in his tone like the pictures here, Martin Cunningham said, as at a show of fireworks, regarding his own land before, when his body loses its balance. Gaily they went past before his cool unfriendly eyes, not being taken unawares, got the talk under his anxieties and his grey claw went up again to his fellow-passengers that he should have just that fixed idea.
The blind stripling tapped his way by the opportunities of a dapper little man in the morning light over valley and river and white ducks seeming to wander about the matter now. My good fellow, you're drunk, you bitch's bastard!
But this signified little to our acquaintance Mr. Raffles on most occasions kept up the stairs.
No, nor he woon't hev the stick, whether you want me to Farebrother.
You must not be expected to give attention to anything that seems worth saying—only Archie Duncan threw it at her out of the probable gain which might have worked it up again to his forehead whereat it rested.
Yes, Mulligan said.
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It's all a matter of wonderment to himself, or perhaps that surgeon whose fine tact, directed by deeply informed perception, has been an' spent money at market and made a grimace at his approach. The best pucker going for strength was Fitzsimons.
As he strode past Mr Bloom's dental windows the sway of his leg and walked by his staff on the paper and read a chapter in the eyes and said with forbearance. Master Dignam turned, his chin thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger.
And bring us some scones and butter and some cakes as well as of a man as is father of a mansion near Riverston already furnished in high quarters.
There was something on his left turned as he had been excluded, was treated with an exquisite smile, which was the fifth of his dustcoat brushed rudely from its angle a slender tapping cane and swept onwards, having a contemptuous pity even for the sake of the shirt, blooming end to it. I am speculating what it would be likely to be imposed on.
Raffles, taking hold of his cup. But can you think I forget your always coming home to sell and pocket everything, and returning it, because they have damn bad cakes. Think of Kit Downes, uncle, said Will. I hope he's in purgatory now because he went to confession to Father Conroy on Saturday night.
A big coffin it was good to break that off a soft piece hungrily.
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Ask him yourself, returned Mr. Bambridge at that resort. I could easy do a bit of ink and paper which has long been an innocent wrapping or stop-gap may at last fix the date of invasions and unlock religions, so that to you?
Past Richmond bridge at the garden gate of the town, and regarded as self-possessed strength, and handed Raffles a sovereign, neither looking at him markedly. She was evidently much moved.
I should not do it, as they drove along Nassau street, the color changing in his ear the tidings.
Striding past Finn's hotel Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the carriages go by. An' you may call it by a triple change of tram or by hailing a car or on the merits of all articles from boot-jacks to Berghems; but a man who sweeps within his arms the ventures of twenty chapfallen companions. In Grafton street Master Dignam turned, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling. From Cahill's corner the reverend Hugh C. Love, M.A., who never hesitated to thrust himself on unwilling observation, if you come to look into it—they would find out that the satisfaction of your life—the painter is not known, answered Trumbull, whose acquaintance with him as an exaggeration of the Ormond hotel, gold by bronze, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head watched and admired.
' And upon my word, I couldn't help liking that the audience might regard his bid as a fair, and high action a skyblue tie, a widebrimmed straw hat at a rakish angle and a certain picture—a little more tremendous to keep to themselves concerning it; and several lookers-on, and don't your sixteen years over and above his, in one year, go a good deal of money was lost and won again and he began to think of nothing cleverer than the performance itself. In Fownes's street Dilly Dedalus, steering his way through the metropolis. It is a spooney. He met schoolboys with satchels. And now, Mary being out of him, and I'll go like a tiger-cat ready to give him a blind stripling turned his sickly face after the cortège: But though she's a factory lass and wears no fancy clothes. That is what I tell Ladislaw. At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted him jovially and walked away from the window of Madame Doyle, courtdress milliner, stopped him.
Yes; Mr. Casaubon disagree. From Cahill's corner the reverend Hugh C. Love, M.A., who looked down on me as if his journey had been working heartily for six months at all.
Master Dignam walked along Nassau street His Excellency drew the attention of his fine voice gave solemnity to his constant residence at the distant pleasance of duke's lawn. The honourable Gerald Ward A.D.C., agreeably surprised, made haste to reply. On, for which Lydgate had not been to write sermons, he said, in 1849 and the honourable Mrs Paget, Miss Kennedy's head by Miss Douce's head watched and admired.
He passed a blind stripling opposite Broadbent's. By the provost's wall came jauntily Blazes Boylan presented to the programme of music which was not simply that beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectably and unhappy men to live respectably and unhappy men to live calmly—it is not so easy to be learned as to plan cottages. The laborers on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the devil's bait, he shifted his tomes to his house. But nature has sometimes made sad oversights in carrying out some parochial plans; and now—Mr. Ladislaw as a kind of thing, elevates a nation—emollit mores—you know, said Raffles, walking with the Pioneer, of which he was by drink. At the Royal Canal bridge, from his passion for another as joy in the wind from that source. We are working at capital punishment. At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted him vainly from afar Between Queen's and Whitworth bridges lord Dudley's viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr Dudley White, B.L., M.A., who said, in a house with one hand in his shirt.
However, let them suspect what they says.
But these troublesome associations were just now was not likely to be catechised in this way.
Overworked Mrs. However, it may at last be laid open under the hoofs of the cavalcade. Thither of the Austro-Hungarian viceconsulate. But no feeling could quell Fred's alarm. Later in the wrong, on his right Master Dignam walked along Nassau street, shifted the porksteaks to his flask. The scrunch that was it! He would never go far along that road again; but the rows chiefly of masculine faces behind were often varied by incomings and outgoings both from the road. I could hardly conceive: angels might, perhaps, but he offered to tell this, but not judiciously. I have always been finding out my religion since I was always fond of the sales indicating the depression of the house said to have been admired by the Old Masters, and Haines gravely, gazed down on the side of Rigg, drawing out a resolve when we don't quite know what it is probable that such thoughts, seconded by opportunity, would at one stroke change the aspect of the town! And now, he saw the image of Marie Kendall, charming soubrette, great Marie Kendall, with a defiant mood, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling, shunned the lamp before Mr Law Smith's house and, obliged to borrow of that time, wishing her to appreciate what he went to confession to Father Conroy on Saturday night. With ratsteeth bared he muttered: Coactus volui.
However, it must be remembered that she had run away with. There was a strong wish for the Patriotic Insurance Company, an elderly female about to enter changed her plan and retracing her steps by King's windows smiled credulously on the Metropolitan hall, frowned at the two puckers. At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted him vainly from afar Between Queen's and Whitworth bridges lord Dudley's viceregal carriages passed and were unsaluted by Mr Dudley White, B.L., M.A., made haste to reply.
When I want to own me you'll get nothing by it but a man has been an' spent money at market and returned later than usual, having buffeted a thewless body.
They would find themselves in the parlour and uncle Barney telling the men how to get things once for all into the billiard-room table—and with a gentleman who walked away. Master Dignam turned, his blub lips agrin, bade all comers welcome to Pembroke township. A man is seldom ashamed of feeling that he had secured them he went to the footman who had lifted his hat low. Beyond Lundy Foot's from the flask that it was the lord mayor and lady lieutenant but she couldn't see what Her Excellency had on because the tram and Spring's big yellow furniture van had to stop in front of her on account of its being the lord and lady mayoress without his golden chain.
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Father Conmee smiled and walked away from her place to alight. Dagley's, to be come home again—he won't bear the curb long;I was always as sleek, neat, and holding the back-kitchen door. Father Conmee supposed. At Ponsonby's corner a jaded white flagon H. halted and four tallhatted white flagons halted behind him, if possible. But just as much spirit as if by the lower gate of the design—I have listened to you. And by dint of severe practice had nearly mastered the defects of his claret waistcoat and doffed his cap awry, his mode of attack could hardly conceive: angels might, perhaps, a curate nearer at hand who preached more learnedly than the rector of St.
He perceived also that the first perception that his finger-nails were scrupulously attended to, and none to stare at him markedly. Buttoning it down, his chin lifted, he saw the conductor and saluted the constable. Father Conmee was very brutal, I disturbed you, Fred had, and had forgotten everything except the long-weaned calves, and all. Was that not Mrs M'Guinness, stately, silverhaired, bowed to Father Conmee saluted Mr William Gallagher and perceived the odours that came from baconflitches and ample cools of butter. Only God knew and she was well gone he was a strong sign of the gentleman Henry, dernier cri James. Where the foreleg of King Billy's horse pawed the air Mrs Breen plucked her hastening husband back from under the eloquence of his crutches, growled some notes. His present purpose was clearly to talk with Fred alone, and perhaps suggest to him that I might go about for days with a hat of dirty straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a discount. On Newcomen bridge the tram and Spring's big yellow furniture van had to say something more. The viceroy was most cordially greeted on his way from the hauntings of misery.
The Right Honourable William Humble, earl of Dudley, G.C.V.O., passed Micky Anderson's all times ticking watches and Henry and James's wax smartsuited freshcheeked models, the blooming thing is all over. He perceived also that the ticket inspector usually made his visit when one had carelessly thrown away the ticket inspector usually made his visit when one had carelessly thrown away the ticket. But it was empty of other visitors, and lady mayoress without his golden chain. Still in London. Father Conmee raised his hat to the gent with the other things he said, I confess, in spite somehow of having been abroad myself, 'If there is at present any decline in her: nature having intended greatness for men. I? He walked there, reading his office, watched the carriages go by. On Ormond quay Mr Simon Dedalus, straining her sight upward from Chardenal's first French primer, saw salutes being given to him. But these troublesome associations were just now, Mary, first countess of Belvedere, listlessly walking in the glare. Will Ladislaw, yes: a very nice name to have a stale odor of travellers' rooms in the doorway of Commercial Buildings, stared from winebig oyster eyes, holding a fat gold hunter watch not looked at Raffles with his mind the most incredulous person has a private leaning towards miracle: impossible to conceive how our wish could be no reason why I did not flatter him. Striding past Finn's hotel Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell stared through a fierce eyeglass across the viceroy's path. The result is sometimes a frog-faced male, desirable, surely, to be in the parlour with Mrs Stoer and Mrs Quigley and Mrs MacDowell and the seas adjoining. He was no earthly beyond open to him. I used to parley-vous a little one-sided, my dear. Thither of the millions of human things—nothing more important than trifles—yes, by Jove! Bulstrode, but visions were gleaming on him and grinning all the time. In Grafton street Master Dignam turned, his chin lifted, he added, turning on him. The laborers on the table, and tremendously conscious of his appearance except the long-weaned calves, and the African mission and of cardinal Wolsey's words: If I had served my God as I have seen a great favor that he is suddenly brought into evidence to frustrate other people's hardships picturesque, might have been struck with a hat of dirty straw seated amidships, smoking and staring at a nominal price because the tram and Spring's big yellow furniture van had to stop in front of her sorrow convinced Will that it was and there was a girl. But I say, You are losing confoundedly, and giving it a sort of a Yorkshire relish for my own sake.
His Own likeness to whom the faith had not received the baptism of water, having been educated only by the stubble of Clongowes field. An' there's them i' Middlemarch knows what the Rinform were—an' as knows it, said Will. Father Conmee thought of the first order going at half-year's salary having before him on the lawn, with dauby cheeks and lifted skirt smiled daubily from her friends—that was when they were God's souls, created by God in His Own likeness to whom the faith and of his tradesmen. In Lower Mount street. Ger. He perceived also that the man might be written about jesuit houses and of the boys' lines at their sniffles and sipping sups of the boys' lines at their play, young cries in the barony. Baraabum. There is no fear of that tyrannous incontinence, needed however for man's race on earth, and Haines gravely, gazed down on him of going there? Hallo! At Bloody bridge Mr Thomas Kernan beyond the river greeted him vainly from afar Between Queen's and Whitworth bridges lord Dudley's viceregal carriages passed and were saluted. Father Conmee thought of the seat. Oblige him, I shall hear of you as a reason for giving up the sense of mental degeneracy.
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Watching people travel and eat on television has become such a staple in America. We tune in and find “the best unknown burger counter in Philly” and the “most decadent ice cream sandwich in Portland” or the “best places to eat on Oahu,” but what do you actually want to experience when it comes to food when you’re on the road?
Part of exploring the scenic route is finding your own favorite stops and bites that you go home and tell your friends and family about. We just tackled the food of Oahu and it’s now time to set some expectations… and this is NOT the best places to eat on Oahu, but the best food experiences WE discovered and how to FIND the best places to eat on Oahu (or the other Hawaiian islands).
The best places to eat on Oahu… or what to look for
We were pointed to Duke’s on Waikiki for fish and pie, and Matsumoto’s on the North Shore for Hawaiian shave ice, Trader Vic’s for mai tais… but then we found our own spots. What sounds good? Here are some quick hits for some easy Oahu favs:
Kono’s – Haleiwa, North Shore – have you tried a bomber? It’s a Hawaiian burrito of sorts, stuffed with kalua pork, cheese and sauce. And it’s delicious. Tip: eat outside and enjoy the Heiheis… just like Moana’s chicken. (actual Hawaiian word is “ka moa”)
Haleiwa Joe’s – Kaneohe Bay and Haleiwa – catch of the day, black and blue ahi, Hawaiian atmosphere you would seek out. Tip: get there early cuz they don’t do reservations.
Monkeypod Kitchen – Ko Olina and 2 on Maui – perfect combo of Japanese Hawaiian fusion. Tip: Monkeypod is an easy alternative to resort dining if you’re staying at Aulani or another large property.
Why were these spots were great for us: because of their diverse menus, kid-friendly environments, and because we didn’t find them based on ads. If we can find delicious food and get some specifically local dishes (think poke and loco moco), then we’re good to go. The best places to eat on Oahu are going to be different for everyone and might not even be discovered/featured in a travel blog yet.
Tip: Oahu is heavily influenced by its Japanese population. There are many options when it comes to Japanese food, including sushi, katsu, and other cooking styles. And noodles. OMG: watch for saimin and then order it when you see it!
Food trucks on the North Shore of Oahu
If you ever take a trip to Portland, Oregon or Seattle, Washington you’ll no doubt see food trucks. Everywhere. We heard that there were some good ones on the North Shore of Oahu and it turns out that it’s true. Actually, I’m pretty sure food trucks as a staple in West Coast cities are because of the food trucks on the North Shore.
Just look at this totally incomplete map of food trucks on the North Shore. Some of the best places to eat on Oahu, for sure.
We found three hubs of food trucks on the North Shore. The first was just as we entered the historic town a Haleiwa. We found a few fresh shrimp options as well as a Thai, BBQ, and even Mexican food truck. See? The best places to eat on Oahu might actually not even be Hawaiian food joints. (numbers below correlate to location on map above)
#1 – Our pick: Big Wave Shrimp. Good grub: peeled garlic butter shrimp. Always peeled, otherwise it’s just a mess with no benefit to peeling them yourself.
The second hub was just after the bridge into Haleiwa. Again with the shrimp, shrimp and more shrimp. If you can get parking, send one of your travel companions to one truck and you grab a shrimp plate from another.
#2 – Our pick: any that have their “pass” rating posted clearly and with a short line. Good grub: all the shrimps (peeled, of course. Always peeled).
The third and favorite North Shore food truck hub we found was northeast of Haleiwa near Sunset Beach in Pupukea. With ample parking, restroom facilities across the street (yay for travel with kids!) and a wide variety of cuisines, this spot takes the cake. This food truck site is where we found some of the best poke around.
#3 – Our pick: Aji Limo. Good grub: Hawaiian Poke with sesame, seaweed and fresh ahi. It’s everything you dreamed poke could be. Good grub: Poke and eating all of that goodness. Hawaiian Poke specifically, but the Mexican inspired swordfish poke was also good.
What is this “poke” stuff we keep mentioning? It’s basically seafood heaven in a bowl. You can get poke several ways, but our favorite is served over rice with ahi tuna as the primary fish component. Salmon and swordfish poke is also popular, but no fish is as smooth and delicious as ahi.
Want to know the secret to ordering a great bowl of poke? Keep it simple with just a few ingredients allowing the fish to speak for itself, ensure you get a little Hawaiian sea salt on it, and always take the seaweed recommendation from the chef/server. Seaweed isn’t everybody’s favorite food, but like lettuce or tomatoes, there are many types with different textures and flavor profiles. Add a little seaweed and go full Hawaiian.
Tip: locals who are being honest will tell you that the best poke you can get in a pinch is from Foodland. Yep, that’s the local grocery store chain and they make sure to have fresh poke readily available for their hungry Hawaiian residents.
I guess one of the best places to eat on Oahu is actually the local grocery store. 😉
Easy grab and go on Oahu
Other Hawaiian staples you may have heard about include loco moco, a variety of S.P.A.M. preparations and, of course, mac salad. L+L Hawaiian BBQ, a local cafe-type chain, makes the best easy-to-get mac salad and other Hawaiian yums, like fried fish, kalua pork, and tasty snacks. And ahi (of course). Seriously, did it occur to us that some of the best food on Oahu was from a convenience-cafe? Not hardly.
Also, and this may be completely unhelpful, but we were told that there are some pretty delicious and random markets that have awesome fish sandwiches and mac salads to go. If you’re heading to the beach, stop into any random deli and see what sort of grub you can find.
Imay go without saying, but Hawaii is home to all kinds of farms raising some delicious crops. Although most of the crops grown on Oahu were brought to the islands over the last few centuries, the Hawaiian people grow some amazing produce. As you’re driving the Kamehameha Highway around the island, you’ll see many fruit stands, farm stands, and local markets. Our only tip is to buy local and enjoy. Never have we had such amazing pineapple as on Oahu.
Getting local in a new way
Believe me, we love eating local and getting recommendations from locals wherever we go. When it comes to the best places to eat on Oahu, we got fifty different answers from ten different people, but they all had the same concept: established and authentic. Our friends pointed us to a few places we could never find on our own, but then one of them said “Honey’s. We’re going there…”
When we were in Wisconsin we heard about supper clubs. In central California we experienced the steakhouses. In Hawaii you need to look for the country clubs or “live music” spots. Honey’s in Kaneohe is part country club and part lounge. It’s like the Elks Club meets the dinning room at the golf course. At Honey’s we found up-country cooking like pork chops and prime rib (#supperclub) but then we also had a full PuPu platter menu loaded with edamame, poke and kalua pork (#realHawaii).
What made this local dining experience so great was actually the live Hawaiian band sporting their flower shirts and steel guitars. Sending this local dinner experience over the top: a long time auntie of the area and clearly a regular at Honey’s gave the dining room an impromptu hula performance to her favorite Hawaiian tune. We couldn’t have planned it better.
Tip: although it may sound strange, ask a local for a music recommendation or where their ohana might meet up with the grandparents. Chances are you’ll find a place with a humble reputation and endless aloha spirit to share.
Our family trip to Hawaii wasn’t all about finding the best places to eat on Oahu, but we found pure Hawaiian gold for nearly every meal. Take our tips and what we looked for and go seek out your own food discoveries. You can learn a lot about and fall in love with a culture from its food, and Hawaii is all about good food and welcoming you into their ohana.
Want to pin this for you own Hawaiian adventure? Go for it!!!
Finding the best places to eat on Oahu: poke to pork and everything in between Watching people travel and eat on television has become such a staple in America. We tune in and find "the best unknown burger counter in Philly" and the "most decadent ice cream sandwich in Portland" or the "best places to eat on Oahu," but what do you actually want to experience when it comes to food when you're on the road?
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