...Il Pavimento del Duomo As one first walks into the main cathedral of Siena, Italy the decoration comes across as very busy and it is difficult to decide what to look at first. The eyes are drawn to, of course, the black and white marble stripes that dominate a the inside of the cathedral or the 172 marble heads of popes past looking down. However, this is not the marble in which Giorgio Vasari, Italian artist and art historian from the sixteenth century, commented on during his time in Siena. After The 2500 square meters of marble floor is certainly one of the main features of the cathedral, as it has a total of 56 decorative panels as well as more than sixty different decorative frames created by roughly forty different artists (“The most beautiful, largest and most magnificent floor that was ever made!”). The detailed decoration of the floor seems to have started in the second half of the fourteenth century, right after they gave up on trying to enlarge the cathedral, and continued through the sixteenth century. The floors, which are only fully visible about ten weeks out of each year, continue telling the stories that are visible first from the front façade. Interestingly, none of the fifteen panels in the nave are particularly religious. Along the left and right isles are depictions of ten sibyls holding goods such as scrolls and books, which symbolize knowledge. Each sibyl is telling the stories of the coming of the Virgin Mary and her son, Jesus Christ, clearly representing...
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...know that I have survived the Battle of Hastings. We were victorious but it was not an easy venture. We had a meeting about how the trip would be before leaving Normandy. They said that it would only be about 5 hours to get there, but turns out that it took us over 12 hours to reach England. We didn’t think when rushing to make these boats that it would be such a long trip. If we had known we would have built them so they were more stable. I saw Tim bend over on the side of his boat looking very ill. I think he may of got sick from something when smiting the weapons, but it could have just been from the water. He was so ready to fight he put on his uniform as soon as we got them. I on the other hand, decided to keep mine off until we got closer. I did not want to because the chainmail was so heavy and wanted to conserve my strength. The Sun was beaming off the water; it was too hot to have it on. I do wish I was on the Mora Ship. The ship is so elegant and a masterpiece that it is just a honor to be in a fleet with it. The ship has a Dragon figure on the prow and screams war. All the men on the boat knew this was not going to be an easy fight. The thing was we all understood what was right. King Harold stole the crown from King Duke. Harold and his lies will not be taken lightly. The cowardly Harold forgets that there were witnesses, like me. I heard him King Edward tell the room that William will be King. While Harold was agreeing to support him just ensures the snake needs to...
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...“And the sea monster? You have no idea what happened to him? Do you?” one of them said. No response. “Lester?” A goblin stepped out of the shadows dressed in a wide-brimmed baby bonnet, a pink bow tie, saggy diaper, and a cut-off blue tee that read: Little Lester. “Leviathan?” he mumbled around a pacifier. “Hobart told me about the slaughter. Some are demanding an explanation.” “An explanation? He’s dead. That Captain What’s-His-Name killed him,” the goblin snarled. “But It backfired on the old maggot . Now he’s on Thorn’s hit list.” Lester mumbled something about hanging him up by his toes and changed the subject. “What about those wolves, huh?” The goblin’s eyes dilated. His nostrils flared. He pulled Little Lester’s pacifier out of his mouth, and for a second I thought he was going to stab him with it, but he just scraped the mud off the sole of his sneaker. “Those filthy animals refuse to take orders. They all need to die.” “Where is that gremlin?” one of them said. “I’m hungry.” “Did you try the spiders?” Lester snarled and ran a greenish-yellow hand over his bumpy forehead...
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...TJPU Operations Management By Dr. Deng Hua TEXTBOOKS: Fundamentals of Operations Managemen(Fourth Edition) Mark M. Davis ,Nicholas J Aquilano,Richard B. Chase McGraw-Hill Higher Education ISBN: 7-302-09879-4/F.987 REFERENCE BOOKS (Optional): Operations Management, 11th Richard B. Chase, Nicholas J. Aquilano, F. Robert Jacobs McGraw-Hill Higher Education ISBN: 0-07-232315-9 COURSE EVALUATION: Attendance 30% Final Assignment 70% Total 100% Case 1/4 BSB, INC.: The Pizza Wars Come to Campus Renee Kershaw, manager of food services at a medium-sized private university in the Southeast, has just had the wind taken out of her sails. She had decided that, owing to the success of her year-old pizza service, the time had come to expand pizza-making operations on campus. However, yesterday the university president announced plans to begin construction of a student center on campus that would house, among other facilities, a new food court. In a departure from past university policy, this new facility would permit and accommodate food-service operations from three private organizations: Dunkin’ Donuts, Taco Bell, and Pizza Hut. Until...
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...For their passion so drove them, that the ones that live for them, the ones that would die for them, were callously ignored and given up for as lambs are for the slaughter, without hesitation and without remorse. They are nothing more than an afterthought. As they toil ferociously, tirelessly and ardently, their love’s and lives depended on it. They, the forgotten, are but reflections of the day vows were spoken softly and with such vigor as could move mountains. They mean nothing now, as more pressing feelings and emotions are taking place. One, the need for wealth and riches overcomes her such that her very loins have reached the consistency of withered grapes on the vine, and the other, such deep regret, ruing the day she allowed his touch to consummate the arduous ordeal. Both Mme. Loisel and Mrs. Mallard had a secret passion, a deep desire, which although given unto them for a moment, was just as quickly shattered and whisked away, just as their marriages would never have allowed those passions to come to fruition anyhow. Setting Although both settings appear to have taken place in the 19th century, it is difficult to say exactly where the short story “Story of an Hour” actually takes place. Considering the location of Chopin’s home the story probably took place in New Orleans during her own time, the late 1800s, but it could have transpired anywhere in America. Mrs. Mallard went “away to her room alone” and faces an open window. There is a roomy armchair into...
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...Genetically Modified Organisms Table of Contents Abstract 3 Introduction 4 Connection to Technology and Science 4 Definition of Technology 4 Historical Developments of Technology 5 Political and Legal Influences 6 Economic Questions and Considerations 7 Psychological Considerations and Sociological Effects 9 Cultural Context and Media Influence 11 Environmental Implications 20 Moral and Ethical Implications 20 Conclusions 21 References 22 Appendices 0 Abstract This report is about Genetically Modified Organisms (GMOs), It will explain what the technology is, how it developed from the observation of pea plants by a humble gardener at a monastery in Czechoslovakia in the middle of the 19th century to become the science of genetic engineering. The report will examine the influences the technology of GMOs has had on the political and legal systems where they have been introduced and how those political and legal systems are trying to reach some agreement on how to best use this technology. The report discusses the economic questions and implications, the psychological considerations, sociological effects, and the environmental, moral and ethical implications of genetically modified organisms. This report will also explain how the media has influenced the acceptance of some GMOs and the rejection of other and examine this technology and its cultural context. Connection to Technology and Science The emerging science/...
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...JOHN WYNDHAM THE CHRYSALIDS 1 When I was quite small I would sometimes dream of a city — which was strange because it began before I even knew what a city was. But this city, clustered on the curve of a big blue bay, would come into my mind. I could see the streets, and the buildings that lined them, the waterfront, even boats in the harbour; yet, waking, I had never seen the sea, or a boat. ... And the buildings were quite unlike any I knew. The traffic in the streets was strange, carts running with no horses to pull them; and sometimes there were things in the sky, shiny fish-shaped things that certainly were not birds. Most often I would see this wonderful place by daylight, but occasionally it was by night when the lights lay like strings of glow-worms along the shore, and a few of them seemed to be sparks drifting on the water, or in the air. It was a beautiful, fascinating place, and once, when I was still young enough to know no better, I asked my eldest sister, Mary, where this lovely city could be. She shook her head, and told me that there was no such place — not now. But, perhaps, she suggested, I could somehow be dreaming about times long ago. Dreams were funny things, and there was no accounting for them; so it might be that what I was seeing was a bit of the world as it had been once upon a time — the wonderful world that the Old People had lived in; as it had been before God sent Tribulation. But after that she went on to warn me very seriously not to mention it...
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...LEGACY THE WYNDHAM LEGACY LORD OF FALCON RIDGE LORD OF RAVEN’S PEAK LORD OF HAWKFELL ISLAND THE HEIRESS BRIDE THE HELLION BRIDE THE SHERBROOKE BRIDE SEASON IN THE SUN BEYOND EDEN IMPULSE FALSE PRETENSES SECRET SONG EARTH SONG FIRE SONG ROSEHAVEN Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html in hardcover from G. P. Putnam’s Sons 1 NEARB ALTIMORE, MARYLAND MARCH 1822 Slaughter County Course: Saturday Races, last race, one-half mile HE WAS GOINGto lose. He didn’t want to lose, dammit, particularly to Jessie Warfield, that obnoxious brat. He could feel Rialto just behind him, hooves pounding firm and steady on the black dirt, head stretched long, muscles hard and bunched. He looked over his left shoulder. Rialto was coming on faster than a man escaping from a woman’s bedchamber before her husband came through the door, and the damned five-year-old had more endurance than an energetic man with four demanding wives. James stretched as far as he could and pressed his face as close as he could to Tinpin’s ear. He always talked to his horses before and during a race to gauge their moods. Good-natured Tinpin was always open to James. Tinpin, like most of his racehorses, was a fierce competitor; he had...
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...DaenerysDAENERYS In this city of splendors, Dany had expected the House of the Undying Ones to be the most splendid of all, but she emerged from her palanquin to behold a grey and ancient ruin. Long and low, without towers or windows, it coiled like a stone serpent through a grove of black-barked trees whose inky blue leaves made the stuff of the sorcerous drink the Qartheen called shade of the evening. No other buildings stood near. Black tiles covered the palace roof, many fallen or broken; the mortar between the stones was dry and crumbling. She understood now why Xaro Xhoan Daxos called it the Palace of Dust. Even Drogon seemed disquieted by the sight of it. The black dragon hissed, smoke seeping out between his sharp teeth. “Blood of my blood,” Jhogo said in Dothraki, “this is an evil place, a haunt of ghosts and maegi. See how it drinks the morning sun? Let us go before it drinks us as well.” Ser Jorah Mormont came up beside them. “What power can they have if they live in that?” “Heed the wisdom of those who love you best,” said Xaro Xhoan Daxos, lounging inside the palanquin. “Warlocks are bitter creatures who eat dust and drink of shadows. They will give you naught. They have naught to give.” Aggo put a hand on his arakh. “Khaleesi, it is said that many go into the Palace of Dust, but few come out.” “It is said,” Jhogo agreed. “We are blood of your blood,” said Aggo, “sworn to live and die as you do. Let us walk with you in this dark place, to...
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...VESPASIAN ROME’?S EXECUTIONER Robert Fabbri read Drama and Theatre at London University and has worked in film and TV for twenty-five years. As an assistant director he has worked on productions such as Hornblower, Hellraiser, Patriot Games and Billy Elliot. His lifelong passion for ancient history –? especially the Roman Empire –? inspired the birth of the Vespasian series. He lives in London and Berlin. First published in Great Britain in 2012 by Corvus, an imprint of Atlantic Books Ltd. Copyright ©? Robert Fabbri 2012. The moral right of Robert Fabbri to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act of 1988. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’?s imagination or are used fictitiously. 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library. ISBN: 978-1-84887-912-6 (Hardback) ISBN: 978-1-84887-913-3 (Trade paperback) ISBN: 978-0-85789-676-6 (eBook) Printed in Great Britain. Corvus An imprint of Atlantic Books Ltd Ormond...
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...INHERITANCE BOOK ONE By Christopher Paolini ALFRED A. KNOPF New York THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A. KNOPF Text copyright © 2003 by Christopher Paolini Illustrations on endpapers copyright © 2002 by Christopher Paolini All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of Random House Children’s Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Distributed by Random House, Inc., New York. Originally published, in different form, by Paolini International, LLC in 2002. Copyright © 2002 by Christopher Paolini. KNOPF, BORZOI BOOKS, and the colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc. www.randomhouse.com/teens LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA Paolini, Christopher. Eragon / Christopher Paolini. p. cm. — (Inheritance ; bk. 1) SUMMARY: In Alagaësia, a fifteen-year-old boy of unknown lineage called Eragon finds a mysterious stone that weaves his life into an intricate tapestry of destiny, magic, and power, peopled with dragons, elves, and monsters. eISBN 0-375-89036-X [1. Fantasy. 2. Dragons—Fiction.] I. Title. PZ7.P19535Er 2003 [Fic]—dc21 2003047481 SAPHIRA’S EYE (From the original Front Cover done by the author) This book is dedicated to my mom, for showing me the magic in the world; to my dad, for revealing the man behind the curtain. And also to...
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...continually waging war; for which reason the Helvetii also surpass the rest of the Gauls in valor, as they contend with the Germans in almost daily battles, when they either repel them from their own territories, or themselves wage war on their frontiers. One part of these, which it has been said that the Gauls occupy, takes its beginning at the river Rhone; it is bounded by the river Garonne, the ocean, and the territories of the Belgae; it borders, too, on the side of the Sequani and the Helvetii, upon the river Rhine, and stretches toward the north. The Belgae rises from the extreme frontier of Gaul, extend to the lower part of the river Rhine; and look toward the north and the rising sun. Aquitania extends from the river Garonne to the Pyrenaean mountains and to that part of the ocean which is near Spain: it looks between the setting of the sun, and the north star....
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...The Alchemist Paulo Coelho Translated by Alan R. Clarke. Published 1992. ISBN 0-7225-3293-8. PART ONE The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood. He decided to spend the night there. He saw to it that all the sheep entered through the ruined gate, and then laid some planks across it to prevent the flock from wandering away during the night. There were no wolves in the region, but once an animal had strayed during the night, and the boy had had to spend the entire next day searching for it. He swept the floor with his jacket and lay down, using the book he had just finished reading as a pillow. He told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made more comfortable pillows. It was still dark when he awoke, and, looking up, he could see the stars through the halfdestroyed roof. I wanted to sleep a little longer, he thought. He had had the same dream that night as a week ago, and once again he had awakened before it ended. He arose and, taking up his crook, began to awaken the sheep that still slept. He had noticed that, as soon as he awoke, most of his animals also began to stir. It was as if some mysterious energy bound his life to that of the sheep, with whom he had spent the past two years, leading them through the countryside in search of food and water. "They...
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...The Alchemist Paulo Coelho Translated by Alan R. Clarke. Published 1992. ISBN 0-7225-3293-8. PART ONE The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood. He decided to spend the night there. He saw to it that all the sheep entered through the ruined gate, and then laid some planks across it to prevent the flock from wandering away during the night. There were no wolves in the region, but once an animal had strayed during the night, and the boy had had to spend the entire next day searching for it. He swept the floor with his jacket and lay down, using the book he had just finished reading as a pillow. He told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made more comfortable pillows. It was still dark when he awoke, and, looking up, he could see the stars through the halfdestroyed roof. I wanted to sleep a little longer, he thought. He had had the same dream that night as a week ago, and once again he had awakened before it ended. He arose and, taking up his crook, began to awaken the sheep that still slept. He had noticed that, as soon as he awoke, most of his animals also began to stir. It was as if some mysterious energy bound his life to that of the sheep, with whom he had spent the past two years, leading them through the countryside in search of food and water. "They...
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...Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 1 / 94 The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho Translated by Alan R. Clarke. Published 1992. ISBN 0-7225-3293-8. = CONTENTS = Part One Part Two Epilogue PART ONE The boy's name was Santiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood. He decided to spend the night there. He saw to it that all the sheep entered through the ruined gate, and then laid some planks across it to prevent the flock from wandering away during the night. There were no wolves in the region, but once an animal had strayed during the night, and the boy had had to spend the entire next day searching for it. He swept the floor with his jacket and lay down, using the book he had just finished reading as a pillow. He told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made more comfortable pillows. It was still dark when he awoke, and, looking up, he could see the stars through the half-destroyed roof. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 2 / 94 I wanted to sleep a little longer, he thought. He had had the same dream that night as a week ago, and once again he had awakened before it ended. He arose and, taking up his crook, began to awaken the sheep that still slept. He had noticed that, as soon as he awoke, most of his animals also began to stir. It was as if some mysterious...
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