"He came up to the window in the mist, as I had seen him often before, but he was solid then, not a ghost, and his eyes were fierce like a man's when angry. He was laughing with his red mouth, the sharp white teeth glinted in the moonlight when he turned to look back over the belt of trees, to where the dogs were barking. I wouldn't
In 1550, Ferdinand and Isabella’s grandson, King Charles V, summoned
two prominent scholars to the country’s main university at Valladolid for a far-reaching debate about his foreign policy. The bloodshed in the Americas worried the king. Was it right to continue expanding Spain’s empire at such a cost in human lives?
On one side of the debate at Valladolid was a Dominican monk named
Bartolomé de las Casas. As a child in 1493, las Casas had attended the
victory parade in Seville that greeted Christopher Columbus after his
discovery of the Americas. In 1502, las Casas moved to America with
several relatives, part of the initial wave of Spanish settlement. In the New
World, las Casas was appalled by the cruelty of the Spanish conquistadors that he witnessed firsthand. In front of the king, las Casas pleaded for a more humane Spanish policy in the Americas.
On the other side of the debate was Juan Ginés de Sepúlveda (1490–1573), a humanist scholar who believed that the Spanish had a duty to
“Christianize” the American Indians by whatever means necessary. To
Sepúlveda, native tribes like the Aztecs were barbarians who practiced
human sacrifice and cannibalism. Not only did the Spanish have a right to
subjugate the natives, Sepúlveda said they had a positive obligation to
spread Western civilization. “The perfect should command and rule over the imperfect,” he wrote in 1547, citing Aristotle to defend what he called the “just war” against the Indians.
Within two generations, the Spanish had destroyed the great Aztec and Inca empires. The king was sympathetic to the pleadings of las Casas, but it was too late. For better or worse, the European colonization of the Americas was under way.
Spain in the New World
Alexander came swiftly over, struck with remorse at having forgotten. "In our souls," he said, "we'll be more than ever united, winning eternal fame. Son of Menitios, great one, you who delight my heart." He smiled deeply into Hephaistion's eyes, which faithfully smiled back. "Love is the true food of the soul. But the soul eats to live, like the body, it mustn't live to eat."
"No," said Hephaistion. What he lived for was his own business, part of which was that Alexander should not be burdened with it.
"The soul must live to do."
Hephaistion put aside the sword, took up the dagger with its dolphin hilts and agate pommel, and agreed that this was so.
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he's going to marry Ellen West after wanting her all his life. If I was Ellen—but then, I'm not, and if she is satisfied I can very well be. I heard her say years ago when she was a schoolgirl that she didn't want a tame puppy for a husband. There's nothing tame about Norman, believe ME." The sun was setting over Rainbow Valley. The pond was wearing a wonderful tissue of purple and gold and green and crimson. A faint blue haze rested on the eastern hill, over which a great, pale, round moon was just floating up like a silver bubble. They were all there, squatted in the little open glade—Faith and Una, Jerry and Carl, Jem and Walter, Nan and Di, and Mary Vance. They had been having a special celebration, for it would be Jem's last evening in Rainbow Valley. On the morrow he would leave for Charlottetown to attend Queen's Academy. Their charmed circle would be broken; and, in spite of the jollity of their little festival, there was a hint of sorrow in every gay young heart. "See—there is a great golden palace over there in the sunset," said Walter, pointing. "Look at the shining tower—and the crimson banners streaming from them. Perhaps a conqueror is riding home from battle—and
Long before the Occupation began, a critical diplomatic struggle broke out in State Department circles over the administration of Japan and the rest of East Asia after the war was won. Basically, there were two distinct factions: the so-called China Crowd and the Japan Crowd.
Simply put, the China Crowd wanted China, and a China under Mao at that, as the centerpiece of American foreign policy in East Asia. Mao's opponent, Chiang Kai-shek, had through the years generated great antipathy and distrust among American liberals because of his corruption and indifferent war effort against the Japanese. With Mao's China as a U.S. ally, reasoned these strategists, Japan's future was that of a neutral country. Japan would be reduced to a nonmilitary power, shorn of its emperor and purged of its bellicose right wing. The nation, if it behaved itself, would be allowed to become the Switzerland of East Asia.
The Japan Crowd, on the other hand, wanted Japan's military power to be reduced and realigned, not eliminated. They wanted the economic structure to be left largely as it was before the war. Japan would be the keystone of America's Asian interests, and Japan would provide a line of defense against the Soviet Union, clearly a rival for the riches of northeast Asia. Japan could also partially counter the threat posed by a Communist China, if it came to that.
According to the popular concept, Coquettes are consummate teases, experts at arousing desire through a provocative appearance or an alluring attitude. But the real essence of Coquettes is in fact their ability to trap people emotionally, and to keep their victims in their clutches long after that first titillation of desire. This is the skill
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"Hallowed are the Ori"
"The Book of Origins. Blessed are the Ori." What is written on the cover of the Book of Origin.
"Truth is the beginning of the Path."
"Blessed are those that deliver us from evil."
"Hallowed are those who walk in unison."
"Sanctus Ori." Translation:
In a corner of the concourse, by the main entrance, there was a small newsstand. The owner, a quiet, courteous old man with an air of breeding, had stood behind his counter for twenty years. He had owned a cigarette factory once, but it had gone bankrupt, and he had resigned himself to the lonely obscurity of his little stand in the midst of an
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