encouragements

--------------- {excerpt} ------ [Also on the beach is Bill Dougherty, Lieutenant Governor of South Dakota, longtime McGovern crony and a key floor leader who worked under Stearns.  Forty-two years old, he is wearing trunks and a short-sleeve shirt and staring at the surf.]

Dougherty:  You know, this is the first time I've ever seen the ocean.  Oh, I saw it out in California, but not like this.  Not close up....

HST:  Let's get back.  You came down in May to set up your communications.

Stearns:  We had to protect the communications system in the trailer and the communications system in the hotel, so we traced the telephone lines and there were two points where it was vulnerable.  In the convention center it was behind five link fences and pretty well guarded; but you had open manhole covers....  

Chances are any manhole covers you pick up in this city you're gonna find telephone lines laid under it.  We pointed that out to Southern Bell, and they suggested that we weld the manhole covers down, which we agreed to.  The only other vulnerable point was in the hotel itself.  

There is a switching room at the backside of the hotel behind the room where all the press equipment was set up.  That was the other vulnerable spot.  So we had an armed guard placed on that.  A guy with an axe could have demolished that communications system in thirty seconds.


Dougherty:  You can do some of those things at a Convention, 'cause everybody forgets about it five days after it happens.  Once the vote goes in, they don't recall any situation even where the crookedest of things may have changed it.  There's no protest.  There have been terrible things that happen at conventions.
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{Fear And Loathing:  On The Campaign Trail '72, by Hunter S. Thompson}

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-------------- [Austen excerpt] ------------------ "And have you never known the pleasure and triumph of a lucky guess? -- I pity you. -- I thought you cleverer -- for, depend upon it a lucky guess is never merely luck.  There is always some talent in it.  And as to my poor word 'success,' which you quarrel with, I do not know that I am so entirely without any claim to it.  

You have drawn two pretty pictures; but I think there may be a third -- a something between the do-nothing and the do-all.  If I had not promoted Mr. Weston's visits here, and given many little encouragements, and smoothed many little matters, it might not have come to any thing after all.  I think you must know Hartfield enough to comprehend that."


     "A straightforward, open-hearted man like Weston, and a rational, unaffected woman like Miss Taylor, may be safely left to manage their own concerns.  You are more likely to have done harm to yourself, than good to them, by interference."


     "Emma never thinks of herself, if she can do good to others," rejoined Mr. Woodhouse, understanding but in part.  "But, my dear, pray do not make any more matches; they are silly things, and break up one's family circle grievously."

     "Only one more, papa; only for Mr. Elton.  Poor Mr. Elton!  You like Mr. Elton, papa, -- I must look about for a wife for him....

     "Mr. Elton is a ... very good young man, and I have a great regard for him.  But if you want to shew him any attention, my dear, ask him to come and dine with us some day.  That will be a much better thing.  I dare say Mr. Knightley will be so kind as to meet him."

     "With a great deal of pleasure, sir, at any time," said Mr. Knightley, laughing, "and I agree with you entirely, that it will be a much better thing.  Invite him to dinner, Emma, and help him to the best of the fish and the chicken, but leave him to chuse his own wife.  Depend upon it, a man of six or seven-and-twenty can take care of himself."

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     ...Harriet Smith was the natural daughter of somebody.  Somebody had placed her, several years back, at Mrs. Goddard's school, and somebody had lately raised her from the condition of scholar to that of parlour-boarder.  This was all that was generally known of her history.  She had no visible friends but what had been acquired at Highbury....

     She was a very pretty girl...and, before the end of the evening, Emma was as much pleased with her manners as her person, and quite determined to continue the acquaintance.


     She was not struck by any thing remarkably clever in Miss Smith's conversation, but she found her altogether very engaging -- not inconveniently shy, not unwilling to talk -- and yet so far from pushing, shewing so proper and becoming a deference, seeming so pleasantly grateful for being admitted to Hartfield, and so artlessly impressed by the appearance of every thing in so superior a style to what she had been used to, that she must have good sense, and deserve encouragement.  Encouragement should be given.

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{Emma, by Jane Austen}

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