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The Bolted Door - 3

3:22 PM, 14-Apr-2008 .. 0 comments .. Link

     "If this was your first play I'd say: try again. But it has wow gold -- wow gold -- wow gold -- wow gold  been just the same with all the others you've shown me. And you remember the result of 'The Lee Shore,' where you carried all the expenses of production yourself, and we couldn't fill the theatre for a week. Yet 'The Lee Shore' was a modern problem play -- much easier to swing than blank verse. It isn't as if you hadn't tried all kinds --"
     Granice folded the letter and put it carefully back into the envelope. Why on earth was he re-reading it, when he knew every phrase in it by heart, when for a month past he had seen it, night after night, stand out in letters of flame against the darkness of his sleepless lids?
     "It has been just the same with all the other you've shown me."
     That was the way they dismissed ten years of passionate unremitting work!
     "You remember the result of 'The Lee Shore'."
     Good God -- as if he were likely to forget it! He re-lived it all now in a drowning flash: the persistent rejection of the play, his sudden resolve to put it on at his own cost, to spend ten thousand dollars of his inheritance on testing his chance of success -- the fever of preparation, the dry-mouthed agony of the "first night," the flat fall, the stupid press, his secret rush to Europe to escape the condolence of his friends!
     "It isn't as if you hadn't tried all kinds."
     No -- he had tried all kinds: comedy, tragedy, prose and verse, the light curtain-raiser, the short sharp drama, the bourgeoisrealistic and the lyrical-romantic -- finally deciding that he would no longer "prostitute his talent" to win popularity, but would impose on the public his own theory of art in the form of five acts of blank verse. Yes, he had offered them everything -- and always with the same result.
     Ten years of it -- ten years of dogged work and unrelieved failure. The ten years from forty to fifty -- the best ten years of his life! And if one counted the years before, the silent years of dreams, assimilation, preparation -- then call it half a man's life-time: half a man's life-time thrown away!
     And what was he to do with the remaining half? Well, he had settled that, thank God! He turned and glanced anxiously at the clock. Ten minutes past eight -- only ten minutes had been consumed in that stormy rush through his whole past! And he must wait another twenty minutes for Ascham. It was one of the worst symptoms of his case that, in proportion as he had grown to shrink from human company, he dreaded more and more to be alone. . . . But why the devil was he waiting for Ascham? Why didn't he cut the knot himself? Since he was so unutterably sick of the whole Business, why did he have to call in an outsider to rid him of this nightmare of living?

Er war zwölf Jahre alt

2:50 PM, 29-Feb-2008 .. 0 comments .. Link

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Simon Semmler war ein kleiner, unruhiger, magerer Mann mit vor dem Kopf liegenden Fischaugen und überhaupt einem Gesicht wie ein Hecht, ein unheimlicher Geselle, bei dem dicktuende Verschlossenheit oft mit ebenso gesuchter Treuherzigkeit wechselte, der gern einen aufgeklärten Kopf vorgestellt hätte und statt dessen für einen fatalen, Händel suchenden Kerl galt, dem jeder um so lieber aus dem Wege ging, je mehr er in das Alter trat, wo ohnehin beschränkte Menschen leicht an Ansprüchen gewinnen, was sie an Brauchbarkeit verlieren.

Dennoch freute sich die arme Margreth, die sonst keinen der ihrigen mehr am Leben hatte.

"Simon, bist du da?" sagte sie und zitterte, daß sie sich am Stuhl halten mußte. "Willst du sehen, wie es mir geht und meinem schmutzigen Jungen?"

Simon betrachtete sie ernst und reichte ihr die Hand. "Du bist alt geworden, Margreth!"

Margreth seufzte: "Es ist mir derweil oft bitterlich gegangen mit allerlei Schicksalen."
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'Google Man' recalls nearly everything

9:00 AM, 19-Jan-2008 .. 0 comments .. Link

Brad Williams is a "Google man"

Imagine being able to recall just about anything, your mind functioning as a nearly endless encyclopedic scrapbook of names, pictures, dates and events.

Wisconsin resident Brad Williams' total recall makes him a personified version of Google. His extensive memory allows him to recall almost any news event and anything he has experienced, including specific dates and even the weather.

"I was sort of a human Google for my family. I've always been able to recall things," the 51-year-old said on "Good Morning America" .

Williams' type of detailed, exhaustive memory is called hyperthymesia and few known cases exist. Brad's brain scans are now being studied by neuroscientists at the Center for the Neurobiology of Learning and Memory at the Univeristy of California.

Initially, the drive-time radio broadcaster didn't think his ability to recall so much was anything special. Gradually over the years other people noticed how much he was able to remember in detail about the same events, Williams said.

Then in 2006, he read an article about a superior-memory woman whom scientists called AJ.

"When I read about AJ my immediate thought was, 'Oh my God. That's Brad," said Williams' brother Eric Williams.

Eric Williams is intrigued about the inner workings of his brother's mind. Eric Williams is in the process of making a documentary about Brad, appropriately titled "Unforgettable."

In the film, which hasn't been completed yet, Williams takes on a person who is Googling answers to 20 questions.

He answered 18 of them correctly and was 11 minutes faster than the searcher.

"All of us have the ability to store all this information and the difference with Brad is he can retrieve it," Eric Williams said.

Williams remembered a grade he got in grade school, when anchor Chris Cuomo quizzed him about it on "GMA."

"I try to forget that," Williams quipped. But he gave the correct answer: B.

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The Magic of Thinking Big

12:52 PM, 4-Jan-2008 .. 0 comments .. Link

How to Think and Dream Creatively

In this chapter, Schwartz examines the different mindsets that lead to creative thinking and how you can use them to solve problems. When facing a problem, start with believing it can be done. Don’t allow tradition to paralyze your mind. Always think progressively: how can we make it better?

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Think Right Toward People

Although most of the book is inward focused, this chapter deals with the way you think and act towards other people. I found it to be one of the most valuable of all, and it frequently influences the way I view my day-to-day interactions with other people.

Schwartz advocates being extremely friendly and always taking the iniative to form a new relationship. He condemns gossip and other forms of negative language, and recommends listening to other people and respecting their right to be different.

The Purloined Letter

1:40 PM, 3-Jan-2008 .. 1 comments .. Link

    'Do you not see he has taken it for granted that all men proceed to conceal a letter, - not exactly in a gimlet-hole bored in a chair-leg - but, at least in some out-of-the-way hole or corner suggested by the same tenor of thought which would urge a man to secrete a letter in a gimlet-hole bored in a chair-leg? And do you not see also, that such recherchés nooks for concealment are adapted only for ordinary intellects; for in all cases of concealment, a disposal of the article concealed - a disposal of it in this recherché manner, - is in the very first instance, presumable and presumed; and thus its discovery depends, not at all upon the acumen, but altogether upon the mere care, patience, and determination of the seekers; and where the case is of importance - or, what amounts to the same thing in the policial eyes, when the reward is of magnitude, - the qualities in question have never been known to fail. You will now understand what I meant in suggesting that, had the purloined letter been hidden any where within the limits of the Prefect's examination - in other words, had the principle of its concealment been comprehended within the principles of the Prefect - its discovery would have been a matter altogether beyond question. This functionary, however, had been thoroughly mystified; and the remote source of his defeat lies in the supposition that the Minister is a fool, because he has acquired renown as a poet. All fools are poets; this the Prefect feels; and he is merely guilty of a non distributio medii in thence inferring that al poets are fools.'
    'But is this really the poet?' I asked. 'There are two brothers, I know; and both have attained reputation in letter. The Minister I believe has written learnedly on the Differential Calculus. He is a mathematician, and no poet.'
    'You are mistaken; I know him well; he is both. As poet and mathematician, he would reason well; as mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all, and thus would have been at the mercy of the Prefect.'
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