Hypotermia
“Nia, it’s now or never,” Freya says.
I turn to glance at the incoming riders. They’re so frighteningly close,
just a few yards away. The leader’s eyes bore straight into me, a malicious
golden gaze. With a snarl, he raises an enormous axe above his head,
screaming a battle cry.
My fear nearly paralyzes me, but I use it instead to drown out my other
thoughts. I hurl it at the veil, unfocused, directionless.
The entire veil flickers, its buzz dying. Raphael grips my arm and pulls
me across.
I stumble, racing for a few steps through narrow fields crisscrossed by
stone walls. An oak forest spreads across the landscape. Coppery light
kisses the tree leaves.
My body feels frozen, shivering. Icy air stings my skin, and my teeth
chatter. It looks like spring, but it feels like the dead of January.
The hum rises in my ears, and I can see the riders through the haze of
the veil. They rear their horses to a halt on the other side, and one of them
raises his bow.
Fuck. We might be through the magical barrier, but it won’t stop arrows.
Something whizzes past me, but it’s coming from behind. Freya’s arrow
finds a soldier’s throat on the other side.
“Keep going!” Raphael shouts.
He and Freya are off again.
I follow after them, but my muscles feel frozen. I’m shivering violently,
my body bitten by the cold. The glacial air pierces my body down to my
marrow.
“Nia, let’s go!” Raphael shouts.
My muscles are ice. An arrow from beyond the veil zooms by, inches
from my face. “Go!” I shout through clattering teeth.
Raphael rushes back and scoops me up, pressing me against his firm
chest. Enfolding me in his arms, he starts to run. Up ahead, Freya is
Edward Chace Tolman / Ara değişkenler
Tolman'ın eşsiz ve uzun vadede psikolojiye en faydalı katkısı ara değişken (intervening veriable) kavramını ortaya koymasıdır. Bir davranışçı olarak Tolman davranışı başlatan sebeplerin ve sonunda ortaya çıkan davranışın nesnel gözleme ve işlemsel tanıma açık olması gerektiğine inanıyordu. Davranışı başlatan sebeplerim 5 bağımsız değişkenden oluştuğunu öne sürmüştü:
1. Çevresel uyarıcı (Ç)
2. Fizyoloji güdü (G)
3. Kalıtım (K)
4. Önceki eğitim (E)
5. Yaş (Y)
Deneyi yapan kişi hayvan deneklerle bu değişkenleri kontrol edebilir fakat insan deneklerle çalışıldığında bu kontrolü oldukça azaldığı açıktır. Bu yüzden davranış bu bağımsız değişkenlerin bir fonksiyonudur:
D=f x (Ç,F,K,E,Y)
0-30p: Kontrollü okuyucu 📖
40-70p: Hafif bağımlı 👀
80p+: Geçmiş olsun, kitaplar seni ele geçirmiş 😅
I don’t remember your friends being this interfering when we were together, Tiffy.
Life flows by itself. How arrogant to think it is you
who makes it flow. Stop interfering and enjoy the ride
of impersonal witnessing.
TRAWLER MARRIES LOURTH.
I was on a subway somewhere in Brooklyn when I saw
that headline. The paper that bannered it belonged to another passenger. The only part of the text that I could see read: Rutherfurd "Rusty" Trawler, the millionaire playboy often accused of pro-Nazi sympathies, eloped to Greenwich yesterday with a beautiful — Not that I wanted to read any more. Holly had married him: well, well. I wished I were under the wheels of the train. But I'd been wishing that before I spotted the headline. Lor a headful of reasons. I hadn't seen Holly, not really, since our drunken Sunday at Joe Bell's bar. The intervening weeks had given me my own case of the mean reds. First off, I'd been fired from my job: deservedly, and for an amusing misdemeanor too complicated to recount here. Also, my draft board was displaying an uncomfortable interest; and, having so recently escaped the
regimentation of a small town, the idea of entering another form of disciplined life made me desperate. Between the uncertainty of my draft status and a lack of
specific experience, I couldn't seem to find another job. That was what I was doing on a subway in Brooklyn: returning from a discouraging interview with an editor of the now defunct newspaper, PM . All this, combined with the city heat of the summer, had reduced me to a state of nervous inertia. So I more than half meant it when I wished I were under the wheels of the train. The headline made the desire quite positive. If Holly could marry that "absurd foetus," then the army of
wrongness rampant in the world might as well march over me. Or, and the question is apparent, was my outrage a little the result of being in love with Holly myself? A little. For I was in love with her. Just as I'd once been in love with my mother's elderly colored cook and a postman
Song of Myself (II)
40
Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask—lie over!
You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.
Earth! you seem to look for something at my hands,
Say, old top-knot, what do you want?
Man or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot,
And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you, but cannot,
And might tell that pining I have, that pulse of my nights and days.
Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity,
When I give I give myself.
You there, impotent, loose in the knees,
Open your scarf’d chops till I blow grit within you,
Spread your palms and lift the flaps of your pockets,
I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare,
And any thing I have I bestow.
I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me,
You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.
To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean,
On his right cheek I put the family kiss,
And in my soul I swear I never will deny him.
