Monday, May 8, 2017

luck be an optimist

"Good luck is something you make.  Bad luck is something you endure."

~~  U.S. Senator Robert F. Kennedy, 1925 - 1968


Current events - headlines


| |  The New York Times:
-------------------- Macron Decisively Defeats Le Pen in French Presidential Race;

Why Macron Won:  Luck, Skill and France's Dark History;

E.P.A. Dismisses Members of Major Scientific Review Board
(A spokesman for the agency's administrator said he would consider replacing the academic scientists with representatives from industries the agency is supposed to regulate);

A Republican Principle Is Shed in the Fight on Health Care;

In a Fight for Land, a Women's Movement Shakes Morocco;

Angela Merkel's Party Wins Unexpectedly in German State elections ---------------------------

Macron's victory shows cheap xenophobia can be beaten
| |  The Guardian UK

The Guardian view on May's air pollution plan:  all mouth, no trousers
| |  The Guardian UK

Obamacare repeal is based on racial resentment 
| |  Boston Globe

Yates says she warned White House that Flynn 'essentially could be blackmailed' by Russia
| |  CNBC

Bob Dylan's 'Triplicate' Exudes, Celebrates a Majestic Darkness
| |  Rolling Stone


What is an ait?
According to Dictionary:
Noun, British Dialect.
1.  A small island, especially in a river.

In a modern novella I was reviewing (I mean, "re-reading - skimming, not Writing a Review ...) a character was reading Bleak House.  I've never read that, so I looked at it in the -- Wi-Fi Internet...(?)

------------------------- [excerpt] --------------- CHAPTER I

In Chancery

London.  Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall.  Implacable November weather.  As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. 

Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes -- gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun.  Dogs, undistinguishable in mire.  Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. 

Foot passengers, jostling one another's umbrellas in a general infection of ill temper, and losing their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if this day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest.

Fog everywhere.  Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city.  Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. 

Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. 

Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little 'prentice boy on deck. 

Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.

Gas looming through the fog in divers places in the streets, much as the sun may, from the spongey fields, be seen to loom by husbandman and ploughboy.  Most of the shops lighted two hours before their time -- as the gas seems to know, for it has a haggard and unwilling look. -----------------------[end, excerpt] ----------------------


Written by Charles Dickens, this novel has 67 chapters.  (When he writes a book, he writes a book....)  First published as a serial between March 1852 and September 1853.  According to The Free Encyclopedia, "Though the legal profession criticized Dickens's satire as exaggerated, this novel helped support a judicial reform movement, which culminated in the enactment of legal reform in the 1870s."


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