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He was 11 years old and went fishing every chance he got from the dock at his family’s 1)cabin on an island in the middle of a New Hampshire lake.
On the day before the 2)bass season 3)opened, he and his father were fishing early in the evening, catching 4)sunfish and 5)perch with worms. Then he tied on a small silver 6)lure and practiced casting. The lure struck the water and caused colored 7)ripples in the sunset, then silver ripples as the moon rose over the lake.
When his 8)peapole doubled over, he knew something huge was on the other end. His father watched with admiration as the boy skillfully worked the fish alongside the dock.
Finally, he very 9)gingerly lifted the exhausted fish from the water. It was the largest one he had ever seen, but it was a bass.
The boy and his father looked at the handsome fish, 10)gills playing back and forth in the moonlight. The father lit a match and looked at his watch. It was 10 P.M.-- two hours before the season opened. He looked at the fish, then at the boy.
“You’ll have to put it back, son,” he said.
“Dad!” cried the boy.
“There will be other fish,” said his father.
“Not as big as this one,” cried the boy.
He looked around the lake. No other fishermen or boats were anywhere around in the moonlight. He looked again at his father. Even though no one had seen them, nor could anyone ever know what time he caught the fish, the boy could tell by the clarity of his father’s voice that the decision was not 11)negotiable. He slowly worked the hook out of the lip of the huge bass and lowered it into the black water.
The creature 12)swished its powerful body and disappeared. The boy suspected that he would never again see such a great fish.
That was 34 years ago. Today, the boy is a successful architect in New York City. His father’s cabin is still there on the island in the middle of the lake. He takes his own son and daughters fishing from the same dock.
And he was right. He has never again caught such a magnificent fish as the one he landed that night long ago. But he does see that same fish-again and again-every time he comes up against a question of 13)ethics.
For, as his father taught him, ethics are simple matters of right and wrong. It is only the practice of ethics that is difficult. Do we do right when no one is looking? Do we refuse to 14)cut corners to get the design in on time? Or refuse to trade stocks based on information that we know we aren’t supposed to have?
We would if we were taught to put the fish back when we were young. For we would have learned the truth. The decision to do right lives fresh and fragrant in our memory. It is a story we will proudly tell our friends and grandchildren. Not about how we had a chance to beat the system and took it, but about how we did the right thing and were forever 15)strengthened.
2008年11月25日星期二
Something worth thinking about, trolley bag
trolley bag trolley luggage laptop bag How many times have you heard the expression that most people spend more time planning their vacation than they do planning their lives. I would expand that expression by adding that most people spend more time "thinking" about their vacation than they do thinking about what's important in their life.
While rest and relaxation are a must in living a balanced life, it's not what we were created to do. After all, the Master Creator took his R&R (Rest and Recreation) on the seventh day, only after six days of "definitely directed thought."
Wallace D. Wattles, wrote "There is no labor from which most people shrink as they do from that of sustained and consecutive thought; it is the hardestwork in the world." And yet it is the first and primary labor of achievement.
My friend Mike Litman wrote an outstanding article for his ezine this week. It's called "The Millionaire Composite" and it analyzes one of the big differences between super-successful people and everyone else. He writes "I recently visited with a Real Estate Multi Millionaire Mogul. What did I see next to his desk? His vision statement, along with a list of what he values in life---hand written.
"A few months back, I interviewed an individual who has sold over a billion dollars worth of products on television. He told me that he reads his life and business vision and goals daily, and that he TAKES TIME to visualize exactly what he wants to create-EACH NIGHT before falling asleep."
What is your life's purpose or your personal mission statement? Is it written down? Do you review it and think about it often? Is your life organized around your purpose and a set of goals that support that purpose?
Without purpose and goals - definitely directed thought - you are like the proverbial "ship without a rudder." There is power in your purpose and in your goals. It is the power that takes you over obstacles, the fuel that propels you toward the life you envision.
One of my favorite passages of James Allen is one he wrote in "The Mastery of Destiny":
"All successful people are people of purpose. They hold fast to an idea, a project, a plan, and will not let it go; they cherish it, brood upon it, tend and develop it; and when assailed by difficulties, they refuse to be beguiled into surrender; indeed, the intensity of the purpose increases with the growing magnitude of the obstacles encountered." And that's worth thinking about.
While rest and relaxation are a must in living a balanced life, it's not what we were created to do. After all, the Master Creator took his R&R (Rest and Recreation) on the seventh day, only after six days of "definitely directed thought."
Wallace D. Wattles, wrote "There is no labor from which most people shrink as they do from that of sustained and consecutive thought; it is the hardestwork in the world." And yet it is the first and primary labor of achievement.
My friend Mike Litman wrote an outstanding article for his ezine this week. It's called "The Millionaire Composite" and it analyzes one of the big differences between super-successful people and everyone else. He writes "I recently visited with a Real Estate Multi Millionaire Mogul. What did I see next to his desk? His vision statement, along with a list of what he values in life---hand written.
"A few months back, I interviewed an individual who has sold over a billion dollars worth of products on television. He told me that he reads his life and business vision and goals daily, and that he TAKES TIME to visualize exactly what he wants to create-EACH NIGHT before falling asleep."
What is your life's purpose or your personal mission statement? Is it written down? Do you review it and think about it often? Is your life organized around your purpose and a set of goals that support that purpose?
Without purpose and goals - definitely directed thought - you are like the proverbial "ship without a rudder." There is power in your purpose and in your goals. It is the power that takes you over obstacles, the fuel that propels you toward the life you envision.
One of my favorite passages of James Allen is one he wrote in "The Mastery of Destiny":
"All successful people are people of purpose. They hold fast to an idea, a project, a plan, and will not let it go; they cherish it, brood upon it, tend and develop it; and when assailed by difficulties, they refuse to be beguiled into surrender; indeed, the intensity of the purpose increases with the growing magnitude of the obstacles encountered." And that's worth thinking about.
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There once lived a lad who was deeply in love with a girl, but disliked by the girl’s father, who didn’t want to see any further development of their love. The lad was eager to write to the girl, yet he was quite sure that the father would read it first. So he wrote such a letter to the girl: My love for you I once expressed no longer lasts, instead, my distaste for you is growing with each passing day. Next time I see you, I even won’t like that look yours. I’ll do nothing but look away from you. You can never expect I’ll marry you. The last chat we had was so dull and dry that you shouldn’t think it made me eager to see you again. If we get married, I firmly believe I’ll live a hard life, I can never live happily with you, I’ll devote myself but not to you. No one else is more harsh and selfish and least solicitous and considerate than you. I sincerely want to let you know what I said is true. Please do me a favor by ending our relations and refrain from writing me a reply. Your letter is always full of things which displease me. You have no sincere care for me. So long! Please believe I don’t love you any longer. Don’t think I still have a love of you! Having read the letter, the father felt relieved and gave it to his daughter with a light heart. The girl also felt quite pleased after she read it carefully, her lad still had a deep love for her. Do you know why? In fact, she felt very sad when she read the letter for the first time. But she read it for a few more times and , at last, she found the key – only every other line should be read, that is the first line, the third, the fifth … and so on to the end.
There once lived a lad who was deeply in love with a girl, but disliked by the girl’s father, who didn’t want to see any further development of their love. The lad was eager to write to the girl, yet he was quite sure that the father would read it first. So he wrote such a letter to the girl: My love for you I once expressed no longer lasts, instead, my distaste for you is growing with each passing day. Next time I see you, I even won’t like that look yours. I’ll do nothing but look away from you. You can never expect I’ll marry you. The last chat we had was so dull and dry that you shouldn’t think it made me eager to see you again. If we get married, I firmly believe I’ll live a hard life, I can never live happily with you, I’ll devote myself but not to you. No one else is more harsh and selfish and least solicitous and considerate than you. I sincerely want to let you know what I said is true. Please do me a favor by ending our relations and refrain from writing me a reply. Your letter is always full of things which displease me. You have no sincere care for me. So long! Please believe I don’t love you any longer. Don’t think I still have a love of you! Having read the letter, the father felt relieved and gave it to his daughter with a light heart. The girl also felt quite pleased after she read it carefully, her lad still had a deep love for her. Do you know why? In fact, she felt very sad when she read the letter for the first time. But she read it for a few more times and , at last, she found the key – only every other line should be read, that is the first line, the third, the fifth … and so on to the end.
2008年11月21日星期五
GET A THOROUGH UNDERSTANDING OF ONESELF, travel bag
travel bag duffel bag trolley bag In all one's lifetime it is oneself that one spends the most time being with or dealing with. But it is precisely oneself that one has the least understanding of.When you are going upwards in life you tend to overestimate yourself. It seems that everything you seek for is within your reach; luck and opportunities will come your way and you are overjoyed that they constitute part of your worth. When you are going downhill you tend to underestimate yourself, mistaking difficulties and adversities for your own incompetence. It's likely that you think it wise for yourself to know your place and stay aloof from worldly wearing a mask of cowardice, behind which the flow of sap in your life will be retarded.
To get a thorough understanding of oneself is to gain a correct view of oneself and be a sober realist -- aware of both one's strength and shortage. You may look forward hopefully to the future but be sure not to expect too much, for ideals can never be fully realezed. You may be courageous to meet challenges but it should be clear to you where to direct your efforts. That's to way so long as you have a perfect knowledge of yourself there won't be difficulties you can't overcome, nor obstacles you can't surmount.
To get a thorough understanding of oneself needs selfappreciation. Whether you liken yourself to a towering tree or a blade of grass, whether you think you are a high mountain or a small stone, you represent a state of nature that has its own raison detre. If you earnestly admire yourself you'll have a real sense of self-appreciation, which will give you confidence. As soon as you gain full confidence in yourself you'll be enabled to fight and overcome any adversity.
To get a thorough understanding of oneself also requires doing oneself a favor when it's needed. In time of anger, do yourself a favor by giving vent to it in a quiet place so that you won't be hurt by its flames; in time of sadness, do yourself a favor by sharing it with your friends so as to change a gloomy mood into a cheerful one; in time of tiredness, do yourself a favor by getting a good sleep or taking some tonic. Show yourself loving concern about your health and daily life. As you are aware, what a person physically has is but a human body that's vulnerable when exposed to the elements. So if you fall ill, it's up to you to take a good care of yourself. Unless you know perfectly well when and how to do yourself a favor, you won't be confident and ready enough to resist the attack of illness.
To get a thorough understanding of oneself is to get a full control of one's life. Then one will find one's life full of color and flavor.
To get a thorough understanding of oneself is to gain a correct view of oneself and be a sober realist -- aware of both one's strength and shortage. You may look forward hopefully to the future but be sure not to expect too much, for ideals can never be fully realezed. You may be courageous to meet challenges but it should be clear to you where to direct your efforts. That's to way so long as you have a perfect knowledge of yourself there won't be difficulties you can't overcome, nor obstacles you can't surmount.
To get a thorough understanding of oneself needs selfappreciation. Whether you liken yourself to a towering tree or a blade of grass, whether you think you are a high mountain or a small stone, you represent a state of nature that has its own raison detre. If you earnestly admire yourself you'll have a real sense of self-appreciation, which will give you confidence. As soon as you gain full confidence in yourself you'll be enabled to fight and overcome any adversity.
To get a thorough understanding of oneself also requires doing oneself a favor when it's needed. In time of anger, do yourself a favor by giving vent to it in a quiet place so that you won't be hurt by its flames; in time of sadness, do yourself a favor by sharing it with your friends so as to change a gloomy mood into a cheerful one; in time of tiredness, do yourself a favor by getting a good sleep or taking some tonic. Show yourself loving concern about your health and daily life. As you are aware, what a person physically has is but a human body that's vulnerable when exposed to the elements. So if you fall ill, it's up to you to take a good care of yourself. Unless you know perfectly well when and how to do yourself a favor, you won't be confident and ready enough to resist the attack of illness.
To get a thorough understanding of oneself is to get a full control of one's life. Then one will find one's life full of color and flavor.
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Charles saw them both at the same time: a small white bird and the girl wheeling down the walk. The bird glided downward and rested in the grass; the girl directed the chair smoothly along the sunlit, shadowy1 walk. She stopped to watch the ducks on the pond and when she shoved2 the wheels again, Charles stood up. “May I push you?” he called, running across the grass to her. The white bird flew to the top of a tree.It was mostly he who talked and he seemed afraid to stop for fear she'd ask him to leave her by herself. Nothing in her face had supported the idea of helplessness conveyed by the wheelchair, and he knew that his assistance was not viewed as a favor. He asked the cause of her handicap3 .“It was an automobile accident when I was twelve,” Amy explained.They went for lunch, and he would have felt awkward4 except that she knew completely how to take care of herself.“Do you live with someone?” he asked the next day when they met.“Just myself,” she answered. Asking the question made him feel uneasy because of his own loneliness even though he was hoping for this answer.He came to like to feel the white handles in his grasp, to walk between the two white-rimmed metal wheels. And he grew almost more familiar with the slight wave at the back of her hair than with her eyes or her mouth. Once, he said to the wave at the back of her hair,“I hope I'm the only chair-pusher in your life,” but she had only smiled a little and her eyes had admitted nothing. She cooked dinner for him once in June. He expected her to be proud of her ability to do everything from her seat in the wheelchair—and was faintly5 disappointed to see that she would not feel pride at what was, for her, simply a matter of course6. He watched his own hand pick up the salt shaker7 and place it on one of the higher unused shelves, and awaited her plea8 for assistance. He didn't know why he'd done it, but the look in her eyes made him realize how cruel his prank9 was. To make her forget what he'd done, he told her about the little white bird in the park.“I've seen it, too,” she said. “I read a poem once about a little white bird that came to rest on a windowsill10 and the lady who lived in the house began to put out food for it. Soon the lady fell in love, but it was a mismatched11 love. Every day the little bird came to the window and the lady put out food. When the love affair was over, the little white bird never returned, but the woman went on putting out the crumbs12 every day for years and the wind just blew them away."In July he took her boating frequently. The most awkward event, she felt, was getting in and out of the boat. For Charles, however, these “freight handlings,” as she came to call it, seemed to be the highlight13 of the outings. In the boat she felt helpless, unable to move around, sitting in one spot. Also, she was unable to swim, should the boat turn over. Charles didn't observe her discomfort; she did note how much he enjoyed being in control. When he called for her one day in early August, she refused to.They would, instead, she said, go for a walk in which she would move herself by the strength of her own arms and he would walk beside her.“Why don't you just rest your arms and let me push you?”“No.”“Your arms will get sore14. I've been helping you do it for three months now.”“I wheeled myself for twelve years before you came along.”“But I don't like having to walk beside you while you push yourself!”“Do you think I liked sitting helpless in your boat every weekend for the past two months?”He never considered this and was shocked into silence. Finally he said quietly, “I never realized that, Amy. You're in a wheelchair all the time—I never thought you'd mind sitting in the boat. It's the same thing.”“It is not the same thing. In this chair, I can move by myself; I can go anywhere I need to go. That boat traps me so I can't do anything—I couldn't even save myself if something happened and I fell out.”“But I'm there. Don't you think I could save you or help you move or whatever it is you want?”“Yes, but Charles—the point is I've spent twelve years learning to manage by myself. I even live in a city that's miles from my family so I'll have to be independent and do things for myself. Being placed in the boat takes all that I've won away from me. Can't you see why I object to it? I don't want to feel helpless.”As they went down the path Charles selfishly only thought of his own needs, finally he lost control and said，“Amy, I need to have you dependent upon me.” He grabbed the wheelchair and pushed her along. She had to let go of the wheels or injure herself. He could not see the anger in her eyes, and it was just as well for it was an anger he would not have understood.She would not answer her telephone the next morning but in his mail that afternoon came an envelope that he knew had come from Amy. The handwriting was not beautiful, but it was without question hers. Inside was only a card on which she had written:If you want something badly enough，You must let it go free.If it comes back to you,It's yours.If it doesn't,You really never had it anyway. (Anonymous15)He ran out of his apartment, refusing to believe that Amy might no longer be in her home. As he was running towards her apartment, he kept hearing a roar in his ears: “You must let it go free; you must let it go free.”But he thought: I can't risk it, she is mine, can't give her a chance not to belong to me, can't let her think she doesn't need me, she must need me. Oh God, I have to have her.But her apartment was empty. Somehow in the hours overnight, she had packed—by herself—and moved by herself. The rooms were now impersonal16; their cold stillness could not respond when he fell to the floor and sobbed.By the middle of August he had heard nothing from Amy. He went often to the park but avoided looking for the white bird.September came and had almost gone before he finally received a letter. The handwriting was without question hers. The postmark was that of a city many miles distant. He tore open the envelope and at first thought it was empty. Then he noticed a single white feather had fallen from it. In his mind, the white bird rose in flight and its wings let fly one feather. Were it not for the feather, no one would have known that the white bird had ever been. Thus he knew Amy would not be back, and it was many hours before he let the feather drop out of his hand.
Charles saw them both at the same time: a small white bird and the girl wheeling down the walk. The bird glided downward and rested in the grass; the girl directed the chair smoothly along the sunlit, shadowy1 walk. She stopped to watch the ducks on the pond and when she shoved2 the wheels again, Charles stood up. “May I push you?” he called, running across the grass to her. The white bird flew to the top of a tree.It was mostly he who talked and he seemed afraid to stop for fear she'd ask him to leave her by herself. Nothing in her face had supported the idea of helplessness conveyed by the wheelchair, and he knew that his assistance was not viewed as a favor. He asked the cause of her handicap3 .“It was an automobile accident when I was twelve,” Amy explained.They went for lunch, and he would have felt awkward4 except that she knew completely how to take care of herself.“Do you live with someone?” he asked the next day when they met.“Just myself,” she answered. Asking the question made him feel uneasy because of his own loneliness even though he was hoping for this answer.He came to like to feel the white handles in his grasp, to walk between the two white-rimmed metal wheels. And he grew almost more familiar with the slight wave at the back of her hair than with her eyes or her mouth. Once, he said to the wave at the back of her hair,“I hope I'm the only chair-pusher in your life,” but she had only smiled a little and her eyes had admitted nothing. She cooked dinner for him once in June. He expected her to be proud of her ability to do everything from her seat in the wheelchair—and was faintly5 disappointed to see that she would not feel pride at what was, for her, simply a matter of course6. He watched his own hand pick up the salt shaker7 and place it on one of the higher unused shelves, and awaited her plea8 for assistance. He didn't know why he'd done it, but the look in her eyes made him realize how cruel his prank9 was. To make her forget what he'd done, he told her about the little white bird in the park.“I've seen it, too,” she said. “I read a poem once about a little white bird that came to rest on a windowsill10 and the lady who lived in the house began to put out food for it. Soon the lady fell in love, but it was a mismatched11 love. Every day the little bird came to the window and the lady put out food. When the love affair was over, the little white bird never returned, but the woman went on putting out the crumbs12 every day for years and the wind just blew them away."In July he took her boating frequently. The most awkward event, she felt, was getting in and out of the boat. For Charles, however, these “freight handlings,” as she came to call it, seemed to be the highlight13 of the outings. In the boat she felt helpless, unable to move around, sitting in one spot. Also, she was unable to swim, should the boat turn over. Charles didn't observe her discomfort; she did note how much he enjoyed being in control. When he called for her one day in early August, she refused to.They would, instead, she said, go for a walk in which she would move herself by the strength of her own arms and he would walk beside her.“Why don't you just rest your arms and let me push you?”“No.”“Your arms will get sore14. I've been helping you do it for three months now.”“I wheeled myself for twelve years before you came along.”“But I don't like having to walk beside you while you push yourself!”“Do you think I liked sitting helpless in your boat every weekend for the past two months?”He never considered this and was shocked into silence. Finally he said quietly, “I never realized that, Amy. You're in a wheelchair all the time—I never thought you'd mind sitting in the boat. It's the same thing.”“It is not the same thing. In this chair, I can move by myself; I can go anywhere I need to go. That boat traps me so I can't do anything—I couldn't even save myself if something happened and I fell out.”“But I'm there. Don't you think I could save you or help you move or whatever it is you want?”“Yes, but Charles—the point is I've spent twelve years learning to manage by myself. I even live in a city that's miles from my family so I'll have to be independent and do things for myself. Being placed in the boat takes all that I've won away from me. Can't you see why I object to it? I don't want to feel helpless.”As they went down the path Charles selfishly only thought of his own needs, finally he lost control and said，“Amy, I need to have you dependent upon me.” He grabbed the wheelchair and pushed her along. She had to let go of the wheels or injure herself. He could not see the anger in her eyes, and it was just as well for it was an anger he would not have understood.She would not answer her telephone the next morning but in his mail that afternoon came an envelope that he knew had come from Amy. The handwriting was not beautiful, but it was without question hers. Inside was only a card on which she had written:If you want something badly enough，You must let it go free.If it comes back to you,It's yours.If it doesn't,You really never had it anyway. (Anonymous15)He ran out of his apartment, refusing to believe that Amy might no longer be in her home. As he was running towards her apartment, he kept hearing a roar in his ears: “You must let it go free; you must let it go free.”But he thought: I can't risk it, she is mine, can't give her a chance not to belong to me, can't let her think she doesn't need me, she must need me. Oh God, I have to have her.But her apartment was empty. Somehow in the hours overnight, she had packed—by herself—and moved by herself. The rooms were now impersonal16; their cold stillness could not respond when he fell to the floor and sobbed.By the middle of August he had heard nothing from Amy. He went often to the park but avoided looking for the white bird.September came and had almost gone before he finally received a letter. The handwriting was without question hers. The postmark was that of a city many miles distant. He tore open the envelope and at first thought it was empty. Then he noticed a single white feather had fallen from it. In his mind, the white bird rose in flight and its wings let fly one feather. Were it not for the feather, no one would have known that the white bird had ever been. Thus he knew Amy would not be back, and it was many hours before he let the feather drop out of his hand.
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The wind and the sun were disputing who was the stronger. Suddenly they saw a traveler coming down the road. The sun said, "Whoever can make the traveler take off his coat will be the stronger." So the sun hid behind a cloud, and the wind began to blow as hard as it could. As the wind blew harder, the traveler wrapped his coat more closely around himself. Then the sun came out. He shone on the traveler. The traveler soon felt quite hot, and took off his coat.
The wind and the sun were disputing who was the stronger. Suddenly they saw a traveler coming down the road. The sun said, "Whoever can make the traveler take off his coat will be the stronger." So the sun hid behind a cloud, and the wind began to blow as hard as it could. As the wind blew harder, the traveler wrapped his coat more closely around himself. Then the sun came out. He shone on the traveler. The traveler soon felt quite hot, and took off his coat.
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Once there was a veryrich man. He lived in a beautiful house, and had a beautiful garden. The richman had a blue beard: so he was called "Blue Beard." Near the rich man’shouse there lived a poor woman. She had three sons, and two beautiful girls.The name of one of the girls was Ann; the name of the other was Fatima. Blue Beard wanted to marryone of the girls; but the girls did not want to marryBlue Beard. Ann and Fatima did notwant to marry the rich man becausehis beard was blue. Blue Beard had married many wives, but his wives had goneaway. No one knew where his other wives had gone. The girls did not want to marry Blue Beard and become his wife, because no oneknew where his other wives had gone. So their mother said to Blue Beard,"My girls do not want to marryyou." Then Blue Beard said," Come and live in my house for some days." So they went and lived inBlue Beard’s house. It was a very beautiful house, and Blue Beard was good tothem in many ways. Fatima said, "His beard is blue, but he is not a bad man. He is verygood in some ways. So I will marry him." So Fatimamarried Blue Beard and went to live in the beautiful house. Some days went by.Then Blue Beard said, "I shall go on a journey.’ Then he gave Fatima the keys of all the rooms in the house. He said,"This is the key of that little room; do not open the door of it. …Saythat you will not open the door of the little room!" Fatima said, "I will not open the door of that little room." Then Blue Beard wentaway.When Blue Beard wasaway, all Fatima’s friends came to see her. She showed them the rooms, and whata beautiful house it was; but she did not open the door of the little room. The friends went away.Then Fatima said, "Shall I open the door of that little room now? Why didhe say, "Do not open it’? I want to see what is in the little room."
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Fatima took the key;she went to the door of the little room, and opened it. In the room she saw allBlue Beard’s other wives. They were dead!The key fell from herhand. When she took it up there was a red mark on it. She shut the door.Then she took the key to her room. She said, "Blue Beard will see the markon the key; he will know that I have opened the door of the little room, and hewill kill me, as he killed all the other wives." She rubbed the key with acloth, but the mark did not go away. She washed the key in hot water, but themark was not washed away. She rubbed the key on a stone, but she could not rubthe mark away. Blue Beard came back.He called Fatima, and said, "Give me my keys." Fatima gave him theother keys; but she did not give him the key of the little room. He said,"Where is the key of the little room?" She said, "I will bringit." She went and brought it; and he saw the red mark. He said, "Youhave opened the door of the tittle room. Now you shall die." She fell at hisfeet:" Give me some hours to live," she said. He said, "I willgive you one hour." Fatima had threebrothers. Her brothers had said, "We shall come and see you today;"but they had not come. She said, "If my brothers come in this hour theywill save me."Her sister Ann was inthe house. She called to her, "Sister Ann, Sister Ann, go to the windowand see if my brothers are coming." Sister Ann went to thewindow; she said, "I see no one coming." Fatima waited alittle; then she cried, " Sister Ann, Sister Ann, do you see anyonecoming?" Sister Ann said,"I do not see anyone; no one is coming." Blue Beard called,"Fatima!" Fatima said,"Sister Ann, Sister Ann, is anyone coming?" "I see a littledust," said Sister Ann, "very far away." Blue Beard called,"Fatima, come down." "Sister Ann,Sister Ann," Said Fatima, "is there anyone in the dust?" "I see men in thedust," said Sister Ann. Blue Beard called,"An hour has gone by. Come down, Fatima, and I shall kill you." " Sister Ann,Sister Ann, are three men in the dust?" Blue Beard called,"An hour has gone by. If you do not come down, I shall come up." "I see threemen," said Sister Ann. "They are mybrothers!" said Fatima. Fatima said, "Sister Ann, Sister Ann, call to them to come and save me." Blue Beard called."I am coming up," he said. "Sister Ann, callto them, Sister Ann!" Blue Beard came to thedoor. The door opened: BlueBeard caught Fatima’s arm. The three brotherscame in, and killed Blue Beard. So Fatima was saved.
Once there was a veryrich man. He lived in a beautiful house, and had a beautiful garden. The richman had a blue beard: so he was called "Blue Beard." Near the rich man’shouse there lived a poor woman. She had three sons, and two beautiful girls.The name of one of the girls was Ann; the name of the other was Fatima. Blue Beard wanted to marryone of the girls; but the girls did not want to marryBlue Beard. Ann and Fatima did notwant to marry the rich man becausehis beard was blue. Blue Beard had married many wives, but his wives had goneaway. No one knew where his other wives had gone. The girls did not want to marry Blue Beard and become his wife, because no oneknew where his other wives had gone. So their mother said to Blue Beard,"My girls do not want to marryyou." Then Blue Beard said," Come and live in my house for some days." So they went and lived inBlue Beard’s house. It was a very beautiful house, and Blue Beard was good tothem in many ways. Fatima said, "His beard is blue, but he is not a bad man. He is verygood in some ways. So I will marry him." So Fatimamarried Blue Beard and went to live in the beautiful house. Some days went by.Then Blue Beard said, "I shall go on a journey.’ Then he gave Fatima the keys of all the rooms in the house. He said,"This is the key of that little room; do not open the door of it. …Saythat you will not open the door of the little room!" Fatima said, "I will not open the door of that little room." Then Blue Beard wentaway.When Blue Beard wasaway, all Fatima’s friends came to see her. She showed them the rooms, and whata beautiful house it was; but she did not open the door of the little room. The friends went away.Then Fatima said, "Shall I open the door of that little room now? Why didhe say, "Do not open it’? I want to see what is in the little room."
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Fatima took the key;she went to the door of the little room, and opened it. In the room she saw allBlue Beard’s other wives. They were dead!The key fell from herhand. When she took it up there was a red mark on it. She shut the door.Then she took the key to her room. She said, "Blue Beard will see the markon the key; he will know that I have opened the door of the little room, and hewill kill me, as he killed all the other wives." She rubbed the key with acloth, but the mark did not go away. She washed the key in hot water, but themark was not washed away. She rubbed the key on a stone, but she could not rubthe mark away. Blue Beard came back.He called Fatima, and said, "Give me my keys." Fatima gave him theother keys; but she did not give him the key of the little room. He said,"Where is the key of the little room?" She said, "I will bringit." She went and brought it; and he saw the red mark. He said, "Youhave opened the door of the tittle room. Now you shall die." She fell at hisfeet:" Give me some hours to live," she said. He said, "I willgive you one hour." Fatima had threebrothers. Her brothers had said, "We shall come and see you today;"but they had not come. She said, "If my brothers come in this hour theywill save me."Her sister Ann was inthe house. She called to her, "Sister Ann, Sister Ann, go to the windowand see if my brothers are coming." Sister Ann went to thewindow; she said, "I see no one coming." Fatima waited alittle; then she cried, " Sister Ann, Sister Ann, do you see anyonecoming?" Sister Ann said,"I do not see anyone; no one is coming." Blue Beard called,"Fatima!" Fatima said,"Sister Ann, Sister Ann, is anyone coming?" "I see a littledust," said Sister Ann, "very far away." Blue Beard called,"Fatima, come down." "Sister Ann,Sister Ann," Said Fatima, "is there anyone in the dust?" "I see men in thedust," said Sister Ann. Blue Beard called,"An hour has gone by. Come down, Fatima, and I shall kill you." " Sister Ann,Sister Ann, are three men in the dust?" Blue Beard called,"An hour has gone by. If you do not come down, I shall come up." "I see threemen," said Sister Ann. "They are mybrothers!" said Fatima. Fatima said, "Sister Ann, Sister Ann, call to them to come and save me." Blue Beard called."I am coming up," he said. "Sister Ann, callto them, Sister Ann!" Blue Beard came to thedoor. The door opened: BlueBeard caught Fatima’s arm. The three brotherscame in, and killed Blue Beard. So Fatima was saved.
Happiness and Wealth travel bag
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Living standards have soared during the twentieth century, and economists expect them to continue rising in the decades ahead. Does that mean that we humans can look forward to increasing happiness? Not necessarily, warns Richard A. Easterlin, an economist at the University of Southern California, in his new book, Growth Triumphant: The Twenty-first Century in Historical Perspective. Easterlin concedes that richer people are more likely to report themselves as being happy than poorer people are. But steady improvements in the American economy have not been accompanied by steady increases in people's self-assessments of their own happiness. "There has been not improvement in average happiness in the United States over almost a half century----a period in which real GDP per capita more than doubled," Easterlin reports.The explanation for this paradox may be that people become less satisfied over time with a given level of income. In Easterlin's word: "As incomes rise, the aspiration level does too, and the effect of this increase in aspirations is to vitiate the expected growth in happiness due to higher income." Money can buy happiness, Easterlin seems to be saying, but only if one's amounts get bigger and other people aren't getting more. His analysis helps to explain sociologist Lee Rainwater's finding that Americans' perception of the income "necessary to get along" rose between 1950 and 1986 in the same proportion as actual per capita income. We feel rich if we have more than our neighbors, poor if we have less, and feeling relatively well off is equated with being happy.Easterlin's findings, challenge psychologist Abraham Maslow's "hierarchy of wants" as a reliable guide to future human motivation. Maslow suggested that as people's basic material wants are satisfied they seek to achieve nonmaterial or spiritual goals. But Easterlin's evidence points to the persistence of materialism."Despite a general level of affluence never before realized in the history of the world." Easterlin observes, "Material concerns in the wealthiest nations today are as pressing as ever and the pursuit of material need as intense." The evidence suggests there is no evolution toward higher order goals. Rather, each step upward on the ladder of economic development merely stimulates new economic desires that lead the chase ever onward. Economists are accustomed to deflating the money value of national income by the average level of prices to obtain "real" income. The process here is similar----real income is being deflated by rising material aspiration, in this case to yield essentially constant subjective economic well-being. While it would be pleasant to envisage a world free from the pressure of material want, a more realistic projection, based on the evidence, is of a world in which generation after generation thinks it needs only another 10% to 20% more income to be perfectly happy.Needs are limited, but not greeds. Science has developed no cure for envy, so our wealth boosts our happiness only briefly while shrinking that of our neighbors. Thus the outlook for the future is gloomy in Easterlin's view."The future, then, to which the epoch of modern economic growth is leading is one of never ending economic growth, a world in which ever growing abundance is matched by ever rising aspirations, a world in which cultural difference is leveled in the constant race to achieve the goods life of material plenty, it is a world founded on belief in science and the power of rational inquiry and in the ultimate capacity of humanity to shape its own destiny. The irony is that in this last respect the lesson of history appears to be otherwise: that there is no choice. In the end, the triumph of economic growth is not a triumph of humanity over material wants; rather, it is the triumph of material wants over humanity."
Living standards have soared during the twentieth century, and economists expect them to continue rising in the decades ahead. Does that mean that we humans can look forward to increasing happiness? Not necessarily, warns Richard A. Easterlin, an economist at the University of Southern California, in his new book, Growth Triumphant: The Twenty-first Century in Historical Perspective. Easterlin concedes that richer people are more likely to report themselves as being happy than poorer people are. But steady improvements in the American economy have not been accompanied by steady increases in people's self-assessments of their own happiness. "There has been not improvement in average happiness in the United States over almost a half century----a period in which real GDP per capita more than doubled," Easterlin reports.The explanation for this paradox may be that people become less satisfied over time with a given level of income. In Easterlin's word: "As incomes rise, the aspiration level does too, and the effect of this increase in aspirations is to vitiate the expected growth in happiness due to higher income." Money can buy happiness, Easterlin seems to be saying, but only if one's amounts get bigger and other people aren't getting more. His analysis helps to explain sociologist Lee Rainwater's finding that Americans' perception of the income "necessary to get along" rose between 1950 and 1986 in the same proportion as actual per capita income. We feel rich if we have more than our neighbors, poor if we have less, and feeling relatively well off is equated with being happy.Easterlin's findings, challenge psychologist Abraham Maslow's "hierarchy of wants" as a reliable guide to future human motivation. Maslow suggested that as people's basic material wants are satisfied they seek to achieve nonmaterial or spiritual goals. But Easterlin's evidence points to the persistence of materialism."Despite a general level of affluence never before realized in the history of the world." Easterlin observes, "Material concerns in the wealthiest nations today are as pressing as ever and the pursuit of material need as intense." The evidence suggests there is no evolution toward higher order goals. Rather, each step upward on the ladder of economic development merely stimulates new economic desires that lead the chase ever onward. Economists are accustomed to deflating the money value of national income by the average level of prices to obtain "real" income. The process here is similar----real income is being deflated by rising material aspiration, in this case to yield essentially constant subjective economic well-being. While it would be pleasant to envisage a world free from the pressure of material want, a more realistic projection, based on the evidence, is of a world in which generation after generation thinks it needs only another 10% to 20% more income to be perfectly happy.Needs are limited, but not greeds. Science has developed no cure for envy, so our wealth boosts our happiness only briefly while shrinking that of our neighbors. Thus the outlook for the future is gloomy in Easterlin's view."The future, then, to which the epoch of modern economic growth is leading is one of never ending economic growth, a world in which ever growing abundance is matched by ever rising aspirations, a world in which cultural difference is leveled in the constant race to achieve the goods life of material plenty, it is a world founded on belief in science and the power of rational inquiry and in the ultimate capacity of humanity to shape its own destiny. The irony is that in this last respect the lesson of history appears to be otherwise: that there is no choice. In the end, the triumph of economic growth is not a triumph of humanity over material wants; rather, it is the triumph of material wants over humanity."
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The sleeping princess
Once there was a Kingand a Queen. For many years they had wanted a child, and no child had come tothem. Then the Queen had achild. It was a girl. The King was very glad. You know what a fairyis. Many fairies lived near the King's house. When the Queen's child came, theKing went to all the fairies and said, "The Queen has a child. Do come tothe house and see our new little girl." All the fairies said, "We arevery glad: we will come today ." One of the fairies hadgone away on a journey: she had been very far away. She had not come back whenthe Queen’s child came. When she came back, one of the fairies said to her,"The Queen has a child, and the King came to us and said, "Come andsee our new little girl. "" But this fairy was abad fairy; the bad fairy said, "The King went to all of you: why did henot come to me? I shall go and see the King’s child; but I shall give her somebad thing." All the good fairieswent to the King’s house, and saw the little girl; and they all gave her somegood thing. One said, "I give her this good thing: she shall haveriches." One fairy said, "I give her this good thing; she shallbecome a brave woman." One said, "I give her this good thing: sheshall become a good woman." All gave some good thing. Then there came thebad fairy. She said, "The King went to all the fairies but he did not cometo me, so I shall give the child some bad thing. She will have riches; she willbecome brave; she will become good. But, when she is a woman, she will prick herhand with a needle, and die." The poor Queen did notknow what to do. The King said to the good fairies, "The poor girl shallnot die. Can you not help me? Say that she shall not die!" The goodfairies said, " We cannot help you. What the bad fairy has said will come.Your child will prick her hand with a needle; but she shall not die. She shallsleep for many years. Then a king’s son shall come and kiss her. And she willawake. He shall wake her with a kiss." Then the fairies went away. The King sent for allhis men and all the Queen’s women, and said, "Go and bring me all theneedles that are in the house." They brought all theneedles that they could find, and the King took them, and threw them into ariver far away. Then he said,"See that no needle comes into this house. See that no man and no womanbrings a needle near my child. I shall kill them if they do."
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The little child grewup in the King’s house. She became a Princess. The Princess wanted to see allthat she could. She wanted to know what the men were doing in the garden. Shewanted to know the names of all the flowers and of all the trees. She said tothe men in the King’s garden, "What is the name of this flower? What isthe name of this tree?" In the house she wanted to see all that there wasto see. She wanted to know howmany rooms there were in the King’s house, and who lived in all the rooms. Soshe went into one room, and then into another room, and then into another. Shewent into big rooms and little rooms, and very little rooms. Then she said,"I have been to all the rooms in the house." But there was one roomwhere she had not gone. As she went on, shecame to a new room. It was a little room very far away from all the otherrooms. The door of the room was shut. The Princess wanted to go in and see whatwas in this room. She called, "Open the door!" But no one came. Shecalled once. She called twice; then the door was opened. The Princess went intothe room: and there she saw a very old woman. The old woman wassitting near a table. On the table there was some cloth. The old woman had somecloth in one hand, and in the other hand she had a needle. The Princess said,"What are you doing?" "I am makingsomething," said the old woman. "What are youmaking?" said the Princess. "I am making someclothes," said the old woman. “What is that in yourhand?" said the Princess. "That is thecloth," said the old woman. "No!" saidthe Princess. "What is that in your other hand?" "That?" saidthe old woman. "That is a needle." The Princess said,"Give me the ’needle’; I want to see it. I have not seen a needle. I donot know what a needle is." The old woman said,"Have you not seen a needle? How can that be? You have seen many needles!Needles are seen in all houses." The old woman gave theneedle to the Princess. "Give me thecloth," said the Princess: ’I want to make clothes." Then the oldwoman gave the Princess the cloth.The Princess prickedthe cloth with the needle --but she pricked her hand. And she fell asleep! Then all the men andthe women in the house fell asleep. The King fell asleep at his table, and theQueen sitting near him fell asleep. The man in the gardenfell asleep with his axe in his hand. The man standing at the door of the housefell asleep where he stood. All were asleep. A fairy came to thePrincess. She took her and put her on a bed. Then the fairy said to the treesand to the flowers in the garden, " Grow!" The flowers grew up, andthe trees grew big. There was a wall of trees and flowers. So no one could gointo the house. In the house thePrincess slept; and the King slept, and all his men; and the Queen, and herwomen, slept.
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Many wanted to go intothe house of the Sleeping Princess; but they could not go through the trees. Sono one came. Years went by, and thePrincess slept. Many years went by, and men did not know what the house was andwho was in it. The trees grew up; you could not see the house through thetrees. Men went by the trees and did not know that there was a house there. One day a King rodeinto the forest. His son was with him. The King and his men went far in front,and the King’s son could not find them. He rode on, and he came to a wall oftrees and flowers. He said, "My father has gone through those trees: Iwill go through them and find him." As he came to the wallof trees, it opened, and he went through. Then he saw a garden; but all theflowers had grown here and there as they wanted. He came to a house.The door was open, a man was standing by the door asleep. the King’s son said,"What a lazy man, he sleeps standing!" He went into the house. Mensat at the table, with food in their hands, asleep. A little boy had beenreading a story: he had fallen asleep with his head on his arms. A woman hadbeen putting on her shoes; she was asleep with one shoe on and one shoe in herhand. An old man sat with pen and paper, asleep; and the dust of years was onhis paper. Near him a woman was asleep with her little child asleep in herarms. The King’s son wentfrom one room to another. He saw the old King asleep at his table, and near himthe Queen asleep with her head in her hands. Then he came to a room where therewas sunlight and flowers. The window was open and roses had grown in through thewindow into the room. Golden light came through the window and fell upon a bed.The Princess was on the bed. Her eyes were shut. She was asleep. The King’s son kissedher. She awoke. Then all the house awoke. The man awoke at the door. The menawoke and ate the food in their hands. The woman awoke and put on her shoe. Theboy awoke and read his story. The King awoke at his table. The Queen rubbed hereyes, and said, "What were you saying, my King. I fell asleep." The Princess wasmarried by the King’s son, and they became King and Queen.
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The little child grewup in the King’s house. She became a Princess. The Princess wanted to see allthat she could. She wanted to know what the men were doing in the garden. Shewanted to know the names of all the flowers and of all the trees. She said tothe men in the King’s garden, "What is the name of this flower? What isthe name of this tree?" In the house she wanted to see all that there wasto see. She wanted to know howmany rooms there were in the King’s house, and who lived in all the rooms. Soshe went into one room, and then into another room, and then into another. Shewent into big rooms and little rooms, and very little rooms. Then she said,"I have been to all the rooms in the house." But there was one roomwhere she had not gone. As she went on, shecame to a new room. It was a little room very far away from all the otherrooms. The door of the room was shut. The Princess wanted to go in and see whatwas in this room. She called, "Open the door!" But no one came. Shecalled once. She called twice; then the door was opened. The Princess went intothe room: and there she saw a very old woman. The old woman wassitting near a table. On the table there was some cloth. The old woman had somecloth in one hand, and in the other hand she had a needle. The Princess said,"What are you doing?" "I am makingsomething," said the old woman. "What are youmaking?" said the Princess. "I am making someclothes," said the old woman. “What is that in yourhand?" said the Princess. "That is thecloth," said the old woman. "No!" saidthe Princess. "What is that in your other hand?" "That?" saidthe old woman. "That is a needle." The Princess said,"Give me the ’needle’; I want to see it. I have not seen a needle. I donot know what a needle is." The old woman said,"Have you not seen a needle? How can that be? You have seen many needles!Needles are seen in all houses." The old woman gave theneedle to the Princess. "Give me thecloth," said the Princess: ’I want to make clothes." Then the oldwoman gave the Princess the cloth.The Princess prickedthe cloth with the needle --but she pricked her hand. And she fell asleep! Then all the men andthe women in the house fell asleep. The King fell asleep at his table, and theQueen sitting near him fell asleep. The man in the gardenfell asleep with his axe in his hand. The man standing at the door of the housefell asleep where he stood. All were asleep. A fairy came to thePrincess. She took her and put her on a bed. Then the fairy said to the treesand to the flowers in the garden, " Grow!" The flowers grew up, andthe trees grew big. There was a wall of trees and flowers. So no one could gointo the house. In the house thePrincess slept; and the King slept, and all his men; and the Queen, and herwomen, slept.
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Many wanted to go intothe house of the Sleeping Princess; but they could not go through the trees. Sono one came. Years went by, and thePrincess slept. Many years went by, and men did not know what the house was andwho was in it. The trees grew up; you could not see the house through thetrees. Men went by the trees and did not know that there was a house there. One day a King rodeinto the forest. His son was with him. The King and his men went far in front,and the King’s son could not find them. He rode on, and he came to a wall oftrees and flowers. He said, "My father has gone through those trees: Iwill go through them and find him." As he came to the wallof trees, it opened, and he went through. Then he saw a garden; but all theflowers had grown here and there as they wanted. He came to a house.The door was open, a man was standing by the door asleep. the King’s son said,"What a lazy man, he sleeps standing!" He went into the house. Mensat at the table, with food in their hands, asleep. A little boy had beenreading a story: he had fallen asleep with his head on his arms. A woman hadbeen putting on her shoes; she was asleep with one shoe on and one shoe in herhand. An old man sat with pen and paper, asleep; and the dust of years was onhis paper. Near him a woman was asleep with her little child asleep in herarms. The King’s son wentfrom one room to another. He saw the old King asleep at his table, and near himthe Queen asleep with her head in her hands. Then he came to a room where therewas sunlight and flowers. The window was open and roses had grown in through thewindow into the room. Golden light came through the window and fell upon a bed.The Princess was on the bed. Her eyes were shut. She was asleep. The King’s son kissedher. She awoke. Then all the house awoke. The man awoke at the door. The menawoke and ate the food in their hands. The woman awoke and put on her shoe. Theboy awoke and read his story. The King awoke at his table. The Queen rubbed hereyes, and said, "What were you saying, my King. I fell asleep." The Princess wasmarried by the King’s son, and they became King and Queen.
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