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Microsoft Office 2016 is the complete, 
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smart tools for individuals, teams, and businesses. It can open your 
applications, documents anywhere, across multiple devices. Get the 
installed applications you know and trust – Word, Excel, PowerPoint, 
OneNote, Outlook, Publisher, Access. Always have the latest, full 
installed versions of Word, Excel, PowerPoint, OneNote, Outlook, 
Publisher, and Access and capture your ideas however you work best – 
using a keyboard, pen, or touchscreen. Microsoft Office 2016 will offer 
new security, compliance, and deployment features, giving organizations 
more control over sensitive data and IT more flexibility in deployment 
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Microsoft expanded the Office footprint to iPad and Android tablets. 
Upgraded Office experiences on the Mac, the iPhone and on the web. Also 
have been added new apps to the Office family with Sway and Office Lens.
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Microsoft Office 2016 suite includes applications such as Word, 
Excel, PowerPoint, and Outlook. Office 2007, Office 2010, Office 365, or
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action. Customers using earlier versions of Office may need to download 
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Your documents, anywhere – Across the Office 2016 applications, it’s 
easier to use the power of feature-rich applications to create, open, 
edit and save files in the cloud from your desktop, so you can access 
them from anywhere and on any device. In addition, new modern 
attachments in Outlook make it easy to attach files from OneDrive and 
automatically configure permission for the recipients – without leaving 
Outlook. All making it easier to share and collaborate on your work with
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Collaboration – Real-time co-authoring is available in the Office 
Online apps today and we’re bringing that experience to the Windows 
Desktop applications, starting with Word. When you and your team are 
working in Word 2016 and/or Office online, you’ll be able to see where 
other editors are working and what they are writing – all in real-time.<br />
Smart Applications – Applications will learn as you work, taking 
advantage of subtle cues and clues to help you stay on task and get more
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PowerPoint, and Excel, serves up the commands you need by simply typing 
what you want to do. Clutter – a new Exchange feature that lights up in 
Outlook – uses machine learning to analyze your email patterns and 
de-clutter your inbox by moving lower priority messages out of your way 
and into a new Clutter folder. And Insights, powered by Bing, finds you 
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Data analysis made faster and easier – New analysis capabilities are 
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• One-click forecasting. Create forecasts on your data series with one click to future trends.<br />
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like Salesforce. After bringing all your data together in one place, 
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analysis in seconds<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT19jENqJMlrU5lISJxo7Yz9TFrEhGCrxE4LGY97IwrCB436l0NzbldH8qJ-MsocQ24iBakidkkM1B7CEdxAYM8POHqcBtxFCTdfWkq2WICl4Vt0IKfUF4YsLLZR1EmIL6ixQ5rXYbKPE2/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT19jENqJMlrU5lISJxo7Yz9TFrEhGCrxE4LGY97IwrCB436l0NzbldH8qJ-MsocQ24iBakidkkM1B7CEdxAYM8POHqcBtxFCTdfWkq2WICl4Vt0IKfUF4YsLLZR1EmIL6ixQ5rXYbKPE2/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.<br /><a name="more"></a>As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.<br /><br />"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"<br /><br />"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."<br /><br />"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."<br /><br />"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"<br />[lock]<br />Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0z-Tys1_k5KXI3cZ0fJUpii_wlsQAfOHe901epDG1Lm3e2zYhB1T3Tc_AM_NEmZ8rKFJ-c4j2BPj9Knu52f0nVFpjdESAg4bUlh7bedA9RMHNyv8M0l5PO6nzTngjM9xOT6VVetYUqQk/s640/music_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0z-Tys1_k5KXI3cZ0fJUpii_wlsQAfOHe901epDG1Lm3e2zYhB1T3Tc_AM_NEmZ8rKFJ-c4j2BPj9Knu52f0nVFpjdESAg4bUlh7bedA9RMHNyv8M0l5PO6nzTngjM9xOT6VVetYUqQk/s640/music_2.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B7YjVciPra4PnJWhO2yY0w_skFOTML6zUDKDmb21t9LjXrDFKlCt0rl0ZryahJI2m9yIOblO5QtKnTQUSh7GtQjxYRL-y4KisHJ-bxdJuvt253PnWkLCFDprKxahFcyMwGxO08CczgNW/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8B7YjVciPra4PnJWhO2yY0w_skFOTML6zUDKDmb21t9LjXrDFKlCt0rl0ZryahJI2m9yIOblO5QtKnTQUSh7GtQjxYRL-y4KisHJ-bxdJuvt253PnWkLCFDprKxahFcyMwGxO08CczgNW/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" width="265" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9yJiNLUm7FcoloCdX5nju8PdaYkiPKiC8PTi7bV7MhGUhO7ryvsHj7pF_Zh0DYn9H0jtPd6JFyBqPCP193ULMUcNnYfql_EdHEeMS0d0RWWFHeilXZruxmCKflj5oUDHaLIG05byhXc/s1600/cars_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9yJiNLUm7FcoloCdX5nju8PdaYkiPKiC8PTi7bV7MhGUhO7ryvsHj7pF_Zh0DYn9H0jtPd6JFyBqPCP193ULMUcNnYfql_EdHEeMS0d0RWWFHeilXZruxmCKflj5oUDHaLIG05byhXc/s1600/cars_6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"<br />[/lock]<br />And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and—I shuddered.<br /><br />A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.<br /><br />"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"<br /><br />But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.<br /><br />"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!"<br /><h2><strike><i>Custom Title</i> with <span style="color: red;">Subtitle</span> and <span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: orange;">Lock Content</span></span></strike></h2><h3><strike>New Feature Subtitle Support</strike></h3><br />But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.<br /><br />Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.<br /><br />That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.

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<h3>Chapter 1</h3>The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.<br /><a name="more"></a><br />Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDs41yPI6D7pMm5qzVqLr1NjRduY2xnufDWa97IuWTajx2w9O9-W7pvKYYGL551_oPTUqhNb8suBQaSNIUch18dpAMt_-awNXRbfuMznwKlK0Y8GrCO7UXewOoHj6khrllcdkgUITPTs/s1600/foods_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Already several fatalities had attended his chase" border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDs41yPI6D7pMm5qzVqLr1NjRduY2xnufDWa97IuWTajx2w9O9-W7pvKYYGL551_oPTUqhNb8suBQaSNIUch18dpAMt_-awNXRbfuMznwKlK0Y8GrCO7UXewOoHj6khrllcdkgUITPTs/s1600/foods_2.jpg" title="Already several fatalities had attended his chase" width="200" /></a>Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.<br /><br />Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 2</h3>His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdw6yATQf44si_SgJo5-95iEeCJlkbnnNTKg-fEqW46ORgvYYSXEQS5P9QKFIZmaxcRqRRqXrZF3dL9vFXnPoZmT0yPrOel5zl0aGCSDcygU-2-f6fESl7dDMge9qBNIeB5wbpKi89bm8/s1600/foods_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment" border="0" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdw6yATQf44si_SgJo5-95iEeCJlkbnnNTKg-fEqW46ORgvYYSXEQS5P9QKFIZmaxcRqRRqXrZF3dL9vFXnPoZmT0yPrOel5zl0aGCSDcygU-2-f6fESl7dDMge9qBNIeB5wbpKi89bm8/s1600/foods_4.jpg" title="It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment" width="200" /></a>It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 3</h3>At the period of our arrival at the Island, the heaviest storage of the Pequod had been almost completed; comprising her beef, bread, water, fuel, and iron hoops and staves. But, as before hinted, for some time there was a continual fetching and carrying on board of divers odds and ends of things, both large and small.<br /><br />Chief among those who did this fetching and carrying was Captain Bildad's sister, a lean old lady of a most determined and indefatigable spirit, but withal very kindhearted, who seemed resolved that, if SHE could help it, nothing should be found wanting in the Pequod, after once fairly getting to sea. At one time she would come on board with a jar of pickles for the steward's pantry; another time with a bunch of quills for the chief mate's desk, where he kept his log; a third time with a roll of flannel for the small of some one's rheumatic back. Never did any woman better deserve her name, which was Charity—Aunt Charity, as everybody called her. And like a sister of charity did this charitable Aunt Charity bustle about hither and thither, ready to turn her hand and heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, and consolation to all on board a ship in which her beloved brother Bildad was concerned, and in which she herself owned a score or two of well-saved dollars.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05o7gV9dfkFF8Ig7PPESuvF38R6iZj78HLC9_Wul2Qsd0qOc3vLGkHk-pt2DKR_Ua1PSlgxj3xu6vYW2khyphenhyphen4wiNg-eD-PrLkUaLLBDFJXk-LgNll87EjOS_m07ezPRwu1w_74X7PT53s/s1600/cars_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board" border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05o7gV9dfkFF8Ig7PPESuvF38R6iZj78HLC9_Wul2Qsd0qOc3vLGkHk-pt2DKR_Ua1PSlgxj3xu6vYW2khyphenhyphen4wiNg-eD-PrLkUaLLBDFJXk-LgNll87EjOS_m07ezPRwu1w_74X7PT53s/s1600/cars_4.jpg" title="But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board" width="320" /></a>But it was startling to see this excellent hearted Quakeress coming on board, as she did the last day, with a long oil-ladle in one hand, and a still longer whaling lance in the other. Nor was Bildad himself nor Captain Peleg at all backward. As for Bildad, he carried about with him a long list of the articles needed, and at every fresh arrival, down went his mark opposite that article upon the paper. Every once in a while Peleg came hobbling out of his whalebone den, roaring at the men down the hatchways, roaring up to the riggers at the mast-head, and then concluded by roaring back into his wigwam.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 4</h3>In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning. The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them. He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still. The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins. Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder. As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.<br /><br />The second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell. He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking. There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable. It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded. He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree. At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.<br /><br />Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward. People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send. He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1D_E9c7t-IeWYQlXoQTChYlkXldSAwu4ZlylnHsqODCkgQ7g74zNyaDI6txifPXJERktrBHSg-_eYywsd_zv_X_ESpFqNkGnF6PcxA-DUV2ycedqprr_U2tR4s_0yoLXawEv8toJjd4/s1600/people_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="That was the story I got from him, bit by bit" border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA1D_E9c7t-IeWYQlXoQTChYlkXldSAwu4ZlylnHsqODCkgQ7g74zNyaDI6txifPXJERktrBHSg-_eYywsd_zv_X_ESpFqNkGnF6PcxA-DUV2ycedqprr_U2tR4s_0yoLXawEv8toJjd4/s1600/people_4.jpg" title="That was the story I got from him, bit by bit" width="320" /></a>That was the story I got from him, bit by bit. He grew calmer telling me and trying to make me see the things he had seen. He had eaten no food since midday, he told me early in his narrative, and I found some mutton and bread in the pantry and brought it into the room. We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat. As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct. It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.<br />[next] <br /><h3>Chapter 5</h3><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerSEzCfBFRgfqZljQgWs_oNvZhHDvukBEy-FMIpz8d6kuTQVPmqhys_jHllp3hb3CU9T47u-emCFbx0R7Gwzjp8Lu5uo5A02HwZLmOd2DiJaaQuRLyxOcf76kRSV06bhdE2gyTIpoc7A/s1600/city_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged" border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerSEzCfBFRgfqZljQgWs_oNvZhHDvukBEy-FMIpz8d6kuTQVPmqhys_jHllp3hb3CU9T47u-emCFbx0R7Gwzjp8Lu5uo5A02HwZLmOd2DiJaaQuRLyxOcf76kRSV06bhdE2gyTIpoc7A/s1600/city_5.jpg" title="It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged" width="320" /></a>When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my study, and I looked again out of the open window. In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes. The fires had dwindled now. Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn. Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape--a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage. Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.<br /><br />It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.<br /><br />Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham. They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.<br /><br />As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.<br /><br />The enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats. The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of distant thunder. <br /><br />[img featured="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNDs41yPI6D7pMm5qzVqLr1NjRduY2xnufDWa97IuWTajx2w9O9-W7pvKYYGL551_oPTUqhNb8suBQaSNIUch18dpAMt_-awNXRbfuMznwKlK0Y8GrCO7UXewOoHj6khrllcdkgUITPTs/s1600/foods_2.jpg"/]<br />[youtube featured="1" src="ELUn_L_a8aY"/]  <br />[img featured="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJvdSVenu_pujrx9DIEAsuY1rF4FIvr7slH3E0xZ9P1ma2afOmmDCOO5WtkKCcab15-KMkjJVgq9CnSB9_mvOCY2ASospZ15pvfLHmr-nbF5kZnZfJpnGl1vC-oHlIUb4vd3hPLczATeA/s1600/city_4.jpg"/]<br />[img featured="1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7A1JrBsOBcI5sniKd2RRLXnrMalSYqASH-evOYGc_UvZhI_v9i1cPgjo8aA_leBkz_0YNEzPl3x259BtPwLihUxB2VgDISV8Z_syVOHT0p72M9HD-aelyBS8jf2EpUrII2O1TS-uaYJz5/s1600/Night+City+Glow+Wallpapers+6.jpg"/]

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtLgAVbs1vRXHxiMDWmFIOarg-y_51THfcph8FbqC0YpKEE-xG_KVxvmoqkdxvLMXRx2ROFEqfnvnR8NN2VswxYnb8SC0ZQ8CLXzpc06WVbWrzNkI5vwSKFvG6yCXDAHeFgANVud19O8G/s1600/computers4-1074x483.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop"><img alt="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtLgAVbs1vRXHxiMDWmFIOarg-y_51THfcph8FbqC0YpKEE-xG_KVxvmoqkdxvLMXRx2ROFEqfnvnR8NN2VswxYnb8SC0ZQ8CLXzpc06WVbWrzNkI5vwSKFvG6yCXDAHeFgANVud19O8G/s1600/computers4-1074x483.jpg" title="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop" /></a></div>My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among the houses in front of them, and veiling the white facade of a terrace beyond the road that appeared between the backs of the villas.  Mrs. Elphinstone suddenly cried out at a number of tongues of smoky red flame leaping up above the houses in front of them against the hot, blue sky.  The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of waggons, and the staccato of hoofs.  The lane came round sharply not fifty yards from the crossroads.<br /><a name="more"></a><br />"Good heavens!" cried Mrs. Elphinstone.  "What is this you are driving us into?"<br />My brother stopped.<br /><br />For the main road was a boiling stream of people, a torrent of human beings rushing northward, one pressing on another.  A great bank of dust, white and luminous in the blaze of the sun, made everything within twenty feet of the ground grey and indistinct and was perpetually renewed by the hurrying feet of a dense crowd of horses and of men and women on foot, and by the wheels of vehicles of every description.<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"Way!" my brother heard voices crying.  "Make way!"</blockquote>It was like riding into the smoke of a fire to approach the meeting point of the lane and road; the crowd roared like a fire, and the dust was hot and pungent.  And, indeed, a little way up the road a villa was burning and sending rolling masses of black smoke across the road to add to the confusion.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqblk9QTfF6TQcN4Z7axG7UE9dLG6eYt2GYpmnuyiJSk9H83MAOjVPhWuC7RMe3e1mF9ko5kCxpN44y98zv5Pdx9CYrYW8yQ_R9FI_kYnzCiJOz0fAT6NCsNoL57HVp2jhZvZ1DDzZNBV/s1600/zendock.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="It was like riding into the smoke"><img alt="It was like riding into the smoke" border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqblk9QTfF6TQcN4Z7axG7UE9dLG6eYt2GYpmnuyiJSk9H83MAOjVPhWuC7RMe3e1mF9ko5kCxpN44y98zv5Pdx9CYrYW8yQ_R9FI_kYnzCiJOz0fAT6NCsNoL57HVp2jhZvZ1DDzZNBV/s1600/zendock.jpg" title="It was like riding into the smoke" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Macbook Accessories</td></tr></tbody></table>Two men came past them.  Then a dirty woman, carrying a heavy bundle and weeping.  A lost retriever dog, with hanging tongue, circled dubiously round them, scared and wretched, and fled at my brother's threat.<br /><br />So much as they could see of the road Londonward between the houses to the right was a tumultuous stream of dirty, hurrying people, pent in between the villas on either side; the black heads, the crowded forms, grew into distinctness as they rushed towards the corner, hurried past, and merged their individuality again in a receding multitude that was swallowed up at last in a cloud of dust.<br />"Go on!  Go on!" cried the voices.  "Way!  Way!"<br /><br />One man's hands pressed on the back of another.  My brother stood at the pony's head.  Irresistibly attracted, he advanced slowly, pace by pace, down the lane.<br /><br />"To think of it! I've seen this beach alive with men, women, and  <b>children on a pleasant Sunday</b>. And there weren't any bears to eat them  up, either. And right up there on the cliff was a big restaurant where  you could get anything you wanted to eat. Four million people lived in  San Francisco then. And now, in the whole city and county there aren't  forty all told. And out there on the sea were ships and ships always to  be seen, going in for the Golden Gate or coming out. And airships in the  air—dirigibles and flying machines. They could travel two hundred miles  an hour. The mail contracts with the New York and San Francisco Limited  demanded that for the minimum. There was a chap, a Frenchman, I forget  his name, who succeeded in making three hundred; but the thing was  risky, too risky for conservative persons. But he was on the right clew,  and he would have managed it if it hadn't been for the Great Plague.  When I was a boy, there were men alive who remembered the coming of the  first aeroplanes, and now I have lived to see the last of them, and that  sixty years ago."<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEbJNUAIV7M7Zi8aMURm8JCtxtS-WAXNekQyXzefKntsGQh7DYikh5_QNsY8VFL0D86nQEdmXWyRXDm4zAE-6RDclkJwaNiBty9p1m8xQhPHJ8u3nJmiZm281WNvMyY3WLHN8ZFf7oRZK/s1600/Macbook-Air-Gaming.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="I have lived to see the last of them"><img alt="I have lived to see the last of them" border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEbJNUAIV7M7Zi8aMURm8JCtxtS-WAXNekQyXzefKntsGQh7DYikh5_QNsY8VFL0D86nQEdmXWyRXDm4zAE-6RDclkJwaNiBty9p1m8xQhPHJ8u3nJmiZm281WNvMyY3WLHN8ZFf7oRZK/s1600/Macbook-Air-Gaming.jpg" title="I have lived to see the last of them" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Macbook Gaming</td></tr></tbody></table>The old man babbled on, unheeded by the boys, who were long accustomed  to his garrulousness, and whose vocabularies, besides, lacked the  greater portion of the words he used. It was noticeable that in these  rambling soliloquies his English seemed to recrudesce into better  construction and phraseology. But when he talked directly with the boys  it lapsed, largely, into their own uncouth and simpler forms.<br /><br />"But there weren't many crabs in those days," the old man wandered on.  "They were fished out, and they were great delicacies. The open season  was only a month long, too. And now crabs are accessible the whole year  around. Think of it—catching all the crabs you want, any time you want,  in the surf of the Cliff House beach!"<br /><br />A sudden commotion among the goats brought the boys to their feet. The  dogs about the fire rushed to join their snarling fellow who guarded the  goats, while the goats themselves stampeded in the direction of their  human protectors. A half dozen forms, lean and gray, glided about on the  sand hillocks and faced the bristling dogs. Edwin arched an arrow that  fell short. 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<blockquote>It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.</blockquote>In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning.  The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them.  He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still.  The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins.  Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder.  As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerSEzCfBFRgfqZljQgWs_oNvZhHDvukBEy-FMIpz8d6kuTQVPmqhys_jHllp3hb3CU9T47u-emCFbx0R7Gwzjp8Lu5uo5A02HwZLmOd2DiJaaQuRLyxOcf76kRSV06bhdE2gyTIpoc7A/s320/city_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Night city and bridge best photography"><img alt="Night city and bridge best photography" border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerSEzCfBFRgfqZljQgWs_oNvZhHDvukBEy-FMIpz8d6kuTQVPmqhys_jHllp3hb3CU9T47u-emCFbx0R7Gwzjp8Lu5uo5A02HwZLmOd2DiJaaQuRLyxOcf76kRSV06bhdE2gyTIpoc7A/s720/city_5.jpg" title="Night city and bridge best photography" width="720" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Night City</td></tr></tbody></table>The second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell.  He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking.  There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable.  It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded.  He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned.  He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree.  At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.<br /><a name="more"></a><br />Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury, in the hope of getting out of danger Londonward.  People were hiding in trenches and cellars, and many of the survivors had made off towards Woking village and Send.  He had been consumed with thirst until he found one of the water mains near the railway arch smashed, and the water bubbling out like a spring upon the road.<br /><br />That was the story I got from him, bit by bit.  He grew calmer telling me and trying to make me see the things he had seen.  He had eaten no food since midday, he told me early in his narrative, and I found some mutton and bread in the pantry and brought it into the room.  We lit no lamp for fear of attracting the Martians, and ever and again our hands would touch upon bread or meat.  As he talked, things about us came darkly out of the darkness, and the trampled bushes and broken rose trees outside the window grew distinct.  It would seem that a number of men or animals had rushed across the lawn. I began to see his face, blackened and haggard, as no doubt mine was also.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazPElH6JtVGe0aByv3vrV00QQTxwVu4W05KbNT5zVMU47XKcPutTF1rfhH6SWaON894ihGV47WHHElvFpLdc8LiNOOG2kh_Zt6Ax7omsZ7GpK_-TeDxLoX7Sky55K5toLbiACN5Yh27BK/s1600/City-Bridge-Night-Wallpaper-Photos-71239.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury"><img alt="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury" border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazPElH6JtVGe0aByv3vrV00QQTxwVu4W05KbNT5zVMU47XKcPutTF1rfhH6SWaON894ihGV47WHHElvFpLdc8LiNOOG2kh_Zt6Ax7omsZ7GpK_-TeDxLoX7Sky55K5toLbiACN5Yh27BK/s1600/City-Bridge-Night-Wallpaper-Photos-71239.jpg" title="Since then he had been skulking along towards Maybury" width="320" /></a></div>When we had finished eating we went softly upstairs to my study, and I looked again out of the open window.  In one night the valley had become a valley of ashes.  The fires had dwindled now.  Where flames had been there were now streamers of smoke; but the countless ruins of shattered and gutted houses and blasted and blackened trees that the night had hidden stood out now gaunt and terrible in the pitiless light of dawn.  Yet here and there some object had had the luck to escape--a white railway signal here, the end of a greenhouse there, white and fresh amid the wreckage.  Never before in the history of warfare had destruction been so indiscriminate and so universal. And shining with the growing light of the east, three of the metallic giants stood about the pit, their cowls rotating as though they were surveying the desolation they had made.<br /><br />Beyond were the pillars of fire about Chobham.  They became pillars of bloodshot smoke at the first touch of day.<br /><br />As the dawn grew brighter we withdrew from the window from which we had watched the Martians, and went very quietly downstairs.<br /><br />The enormous broad tires of the chariots and the padded feet of the animals brought forth no sound from the moss-covered sea bottom; and so we moved in utter silence, like some huge phantasmagoria, except when the stillness was broken by the guttural growling of a goaded zitidar, or the squealing of fighting thoats.  The green Martians converse but little, and then usually in monosyllables, low and like the faint rumbling of distant thunder.<br /><br />We traversed a trackless waste of moss which, bending to the pressure of broad tire or padded foot, rose up again behind us, leaving no sign that we had passed.  We might indeed have been the wraiths of the departed dead upon the dead sea of that dying planet for all the sound or sign we made in passing.  It was the first march of a large body of men and animals I had ever witnessed which raised no dust and left no spoor; for there is no dust upon Mars except in the cultivated districts during the winter months, and even then the absence of high winds renders it almost unnoticeable.<br /><br />We camped that night at the foot of the hills we had been approaching for two days and which marked the southern boundary of this particular sea.  Our animals had been two days without drink, nor had they had water for nearly two months, not since shortly after leaving Thark; but, as Tars Tarkas explained to me, they require but little and can live almost indefinitely upon the moss which covers Barsoom, and which, he told me, holds in its tiny stems sufficient moisture to meet the limited demands of the animals.<br /><br />After partaking of my evening meal of cheese-like food and vegetable milk I sought out Sola, whom I found working by the light of a torch upon some of Tars Tarkas' trappings.[right-post]  She looked up at my approach, her face lighting with pleasure and with welcome.

Night city and bridge best photography

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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhLz3kL3aFhyjZMhvPO_twsa2SqTy4ztN8Atb6GnW1Q4o_la1Vl_q0BEreUaR-jEeYriV7u-_mgHmZePQGYnLIIJReSVup0U8396It32NADfdMtTnhN_pB6xkbLy8lXS8vF6OX4Cgb2k/s1600/cars_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" title="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors"><img alt="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhLz3kL3aFhyjZMhvPO_twsa2SqTy4ztN8Atb6GnW1Q4o_la1Vl_q0BEreUaR-jEeYriV7u-_mgHmZePQGYnLIIJReSVup0U8396It32NADfdMtTnhN_pB6xkbLy8lXS8vF6OX4Cgb2k/s800/cars_7.jpg" title="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors" /></a><br /><br />This midnight-spout had almost grown a forgotten thing, when, some days after, lo! at the same silent hour, it was again announced: again it was descried by all; but upon making sail to overtake it, once more it disappeared as if it had never been. And so it served us night after night, till no one heeded it but to wonder at it. Mysteriously jetted into the clear moonlight, or starlight, as the case might be; disappearing again for one whole day, or two days, or three; and somehow seeming at every distinct repetition to be advancing still further and further in our van, this solitary jet seemed for ever alluring us on.<br /><br />Nor with the immemorial superstition of their race, and in accordance with the preternaturalness, as it seemed, which in many things invested the Pequod, were there wanting some of the seamen who swore that whenever and wherever descried; at however remote times, or in however far apart latitudes and longitudes, that unnearable spout was cast by one self-same whale; and that whale, Moby Dick. For a time, there reigned, too, a sense of peculiar dread at this flitting apparition, as if it were treacherously beckoning us on and on, in order that the monster might turn round upon us, and rend us at last in the remotest and most savage seas.<br /><br />These temporary apprehensions, so vague but so awful, derived a wondrous potency from the contrasting serenity of the weather, in which, beneath all its blue blandness, some thought there lurked a devilish charm, as for days and days we voyaged along, through seas so wearily, lonesomely mild, that all space, in repugnance to our vengeful errand, seemed vacating itself of life before our urn-like prow.<br /><br />[pgallery] [img alt="fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNneefj9aP9KeslOcVkfPpoh6KZt_3WprTe3CpAMCDatGo9EfVlVS6swGpXz_ukuMe6hjfUIx72glgebAFcCkk1DgJeteWooehQ6n83csR8FYQ_1vKfhRenN5asDlZSu2hexPl6iza_Rad/s300/fashion4-700x357.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidS1EZ6QnqbF_BPU2fM01Q1F88YHDZHWjzjywBeBtglW_97lMCqRl2cjK3FyAtY3URPKBVr4JKMvHPrju2zdINLEVyx84BHQduSBO3tivTmAsLZoK5NKKvaiCcZVFzjErVJ_yr98pRNh48/s300/blog-511-700x466.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvTkDmc4_WNiy24CQd42rUeXJWNqpnpFevB8gs-T8r5RIyzPEF1GMJkllheI1czcXuhyphenhyphenh2Ody3ZUJUc2yr2beY6GVd0t_WE3sAWXzrkber9bbIKWevKRXTYZEu4uz_PR9ydafrZrHdMSGs/s300/4878276416_647837094f_b-702x336.jpg"][/img] [img alt="flower" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoA3QP0cHk78lycukjF-2XuKk0juliamA5MsonhW_xl18oanf-z0rdykvz7247qplIdyHFfFg4yQD5NroRzM5IbCL2q1dCxRx1kTQntfL4jP1fB5b1l9FZI3jKfbbRRl4YplA6IGj0KB-m/s300/cape-cod-wedding-pink-hydreanga-aisle-runners-700x458.jpg"][/img] [img alt="other fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMc-6oc44Ct39pT4dxVlMihZFKbyM904FAo3xvxGWb3EDuUHAFV3ew0KPL4sAoe_LUHanZ71rFWgU8dlaQtQbg9r6jrzr341nACeDOnK_XlVv_sC9xPRibqpsVSV2d2BI-9sdmyLV_wFcp/s300/fashion3-326x235.jpg"][/img] [img alt="cars" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGx7b22NXg3gZIjP-1pRLlZJe3O20kTPiaM5IlTIskkumYJ5_Kxzlm4-NPUNc9paV_4HUHUKFPAlw3HJ7A4ihyWPMaoE5RrzqQtBLvXQcLvpYeAFXjD5L4tb09Y49KfpBtknmRaih_B8R6/s300/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg"][/img] [/pgallery]<br /><a name="more"></a><br />But, at last, when turning to the eastward, the Cape winds began howling around us, and we rose and fell upon the long, troubled seas that are there; when the ivory-tusked Pequod sharply bowed to the blast, and gored the dark waves in her madness, till, like showers of silver chips, the foam-flakes flew over her bulwarks; then all this desolate vacuity of life went away, but gave place to sights more dismal than before.<br /><br />Close to our bows, strange forms in the water darted hither and thither before us; while thick in our rear flew the inscrutable sea-ravens. And every morning, perched on our stays, rows of these birds were seen; and spite of our hootings, for a long time obstinately clung to the hemp, as though they deemed our ship some drifting, uninhabited craft; a thing appointed to desolation, and therefore fit roosting-place for their homeless selves. And heaved and heaved, still unrestingly heaved the black sea, as if its vast tides were a conscience; and the great mundane soul were in anguish and remorse for the long sin and suffering it had bred.<br /><br />Cape of Good Hope, do they call ye? Rather Cape Tormentoto, as called of yore; for long allured by the perfidious silences that before had attended us, we found ourselves launched into this tormented sea, where guilty beings transformed into those fowls and these fish, seemed condemned to swim on everlastingly without any haven in store, or beat that black air without any horizon. But calm, snow-white, and unvarying; still directing its fountain of feathers to the sky; still beckoning us on from before, the solitary jet would at times be descried.<br /><br />During all this blackness of the elements, Ahab, though assuming for the time the almost continual command of the drenched and dangerous deck, manifested the gloomiest reserve; and more seldom than ever addressed his mates. In tempestuous times like these, after everything above and aloft has been secured, nothing more can be done but passively to await the issue of the gale. Then Captain and crew become practical fatalists. So, with his ivory leg inserted into its accustomed hole, and with one hand firmly grasping a shroud, Ahab for hours and hours would stand gazing dead to windward, while an occasional squall of sleet or snow would all but congeal his very eyelashes together. Meantime, the crew driven from the forward part of the ship by the perilous seas that burstingly broke over its bows, stood in a line along the bulwarks in the waist; and the better to guard against the leaping waves, each man had slipped himself into a sort of bowline secured to the rail, in which he swung as in a loosened belt. Few or no words were spoken; and the silent ship, as if manned by painted sailors in wax, day after day tore on through all the swift madness and gladness of the demoniac waves. By night the same muteness of humanity before the shrieks of the ocean prevailed; still in silence the men swung in the bowlines; still wordless Ahab stood up to the blast. Even when wearied nature seemed demanding repose he would not seek that repose in his hammock. Never could Starbuck forget the old man's aspect, when one night going down into the cabin to mark how the barometer stood, he saw him with closed eyes sitting straight in his floor-screwed chair; the rain and half-melted sleet of the storm from which he had some time before emerged, still slowly dripping from the unremoved hat and coat. On the table beside him lay unrolled one of those charts of tides and currents which have previously been spoken of. His lantern swung from his tightly clenched hand. Though the body was erect, the head was thrown back so that the closed eyes were pointed towards the needle of the tell-tale that swung from a beam in the ceiling.* [right-side]

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This midnight-spout had almost grown a forgotten thing, when, some days after, lo! at the same silent hour, it was again announced: again it...

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