WHAT made Scrubb look so dingy (and Jill too, if she could only have seen herself) was the splendour of their surroundings. I had better describe them at once.
Through a cleft in those mountains which Jill had seen far inland as she approached the land, the sunset light was pouring over a level lawn. On the far side of the lawn, its weather-vanes glittering in the light, rose a many-towered and many-turreted castle; the most beautiful castle Jill had ever seen. On the near side was a quay of white marble and, moored to this, the ship: a tall ship with high forecastle and high poop, gilded and crimson, with a great flag at the mast-head, and many banners waving from the decks, and a row of shields, bright as silver, along the bulwarks. The gang-plank was laid to her, and at the foot of it, just ready to go on board, stood an old, old man. He wore a rich mantle of scarlet which opened in front to show his silver mail shirt. There was a thin circlet of gold on his head. His beard, white as wool, fell nearly to his waist. He stood straight enough, leaning one hand on the shoulder of a richly dressed lord who seemed younger than himself: but you could see he was very old and frail. He looked as if a puff of wind could blow him away, and his eyes were watery.
Immediately in front of the King - who had turned round to speak to his people before going on board the ship - there was a little chair on wheels, and, harnessed to it, a little donkey: not much bigger than a big retriever. In this chair sat a fat little dwarf. He was as richly dressed as the King, but because of his fatness and because he was sitting hunched up among cushions, the effect was quite different: it made him look like a shapeless little bundle of fur and silk and velvet. He was as old as the King, but more hale and hearty, with very keen eyes. His bare head, which was bald and extremely large, shone like a gigantic billiard ball in the sunset light.
Farther back, in a half-circle, stood what Jill at once knew to be the courtiers. They were well worth looking at for their clothes and armour alone. As far as that went, they looked more like a flower-bed than a crowd. But what really made Jill open her eyes and mouth as wide as they would go, was the people themselves. If "people" was the right word. For only about one in every five was human. The rest were things you never see in our world. Fauns, satyrs, centaurs: Jill could give a name to these, for she had seen pictures of them. Dwarfs too. And there were a lot of animals she knew as well; bears, badgers, moles, leopards, mice, and various birds. But then they were so very different from the animals which one called by the same names in England. Some of them were much bigger - the mice, for instance, stood on their hind legs and were over two feet high. But quite apart from that, they all looked different. You could see by the expression in their faces that they could talk and think just as well as you could.
"Golly!" thought Jill. "So it's true after all." But next moment she added, "I wonder are they friendly?" For she had just noticed, on the outskirts of the crowd, one or two giants and some people whom she couldn't give a name to at all.
At that moment Aslan and the signs rushed back into her mind. She had forgotten all about them for the last half-hour.
"Scrubb!" she whispered, grabbing his arm. "Scrubb, quick! Do you see anyone you know?"
"So you've turned up again, have you?" said Scrubb disagreeably (for which he had some reason). "Well, keep quiet, can't you? I want to listen."
"Don't be a fool," said Jill. "There isn't a moment to lose. Don't you see some old friend here? Because you've got to go and speak to him at once."
"What are you talking about?" said Scrubb.
"It's Aslan - the Lion - says you've got to," said Jill despairingly. "I've seen him."
"Oh, you have, have you? What did he say?"
"He said the very first person you saw in Narnia would be an old friend, and you'd got to speak to him at once."
"Well, there's nobody here I've ever seen in my life before; and anyway, I don't know whether this is Narnia."
"Thought you said you'd been here before," said Jill.
"Well, you thought wrong then."
"Well, I like that! You told me -"
"For heaven's sake dry up and let's hear what they're saying."
The King was speaking to the Dwarf, but Jill couldn't hear what he said. And, as far as she could make out, the Dwarf made no answer, though he nodded and wagged his head a great deal. Then the King raised his voice and addressed the whole court: but his voice was so old and cracked that she could understand very little of his speech - especially since it was all about people and places she had never heard of. When the speech was over, the King stooped down and kissed the Dwarf on both cheeks, straightened himself, raised his right hand as if in blessing, and went, slowly and with feeble steps, up the gangway and on board the ship. The courtiers appeared to be greatly moved by his departure. Handkerchiefs were got out, sounds of sobbing were heard in every direction. The gangway was cast off, trumpets sounded from the poop, and the ship moved away from the quay. (It was being towed by a rowing-boat, but Jill didn't see that.)
"Now -" said Scrubb, but he didn't get any farther, because at that moment a large white object - Jill thought for a second that it was a kite - came gliding through the air and alighted at his feet. It was a white owl, but so big that it stood as high as a good-sized dwarf.
It blinked and peered as if it were short-sighted, and put its head a little on one side, and said in a soft, hooting kind of voice:
"Tu-whoo, tu-whoo! Who are you two?"
"My name's Scrubb, and this is Pole," said Eustace. "Would you mind telling us where we are?"
"In the land of Narnia, at the King's castle of Cair Paravel."
"Is that the King who's just taken ship?"
"Too true, too true," said the Owl sadly, shaking its big head. "But who are you? There's something magic about you two. I saw you arrive: you flew. Everyone else was so busy seeing the King off that nobody knew. Except me. I happened to notice you, you flew."
"We were sent here by Aslan," said Eustace in a low voice.
"Tu-whoo, tu-whoo!" said the Owl, ruffling out its feathers. "This is almost too much for me, so early in the evening. I'm not quite myself till the sun's down."
"And we've been sent to find the lost Prince," said Jill, who had been anxiously waiting to get into the conversation.
"It's the first I've heard about it," said Eustace. "What prince?"
"You had better come and speak to the Lord Regent at once," it said. "That's him, over there in the donkey carriage; Trumpkin the Dwarf." The bird turned and began leading the way, muttering to itself, "Whoo! Tu-whoo! What a to-do! I can't think clearly yet. It's too early."
"What is the King's name?" asked Eustace.
"Caspian the Tenth," said the Owl. And Jill wondered why Scrubb had suddenly pulled up short in his walk and turned an extraordinary colour. She thought she had never seen him look so sick about anything. But before she had time to ask any questions they had reached the dwarf, who was just gathering up the reins of his donkey and preparing to drive back to the castle. The crowd of courtiers had broken up and were going in the same direction, by ones and twos and little knots, like people coming away from watching a game or a race.
"Tu-whoo! Ahem! Lord Regent," said the Owl, stooping down a little and holding its beak near the Dwarf's ear.
"Heh? What's that?" said the Dwarf.
"Two strangers, my lord," said the Owl.
"Rangers! What d'ye mean?" said the Dwarf. "I see two uncommonly grubby man-cubs. What do they want?"
"My name's Jill," said Jill, pressing forward. She was very eager to explain the important business on which they had come.
"The girl's called Jill," said the Owl, as loud as it could.
"What's that?" said the Dwarf. "The girls are all killed! I don't believe a word of it. What girls? Who killed 'em?"
"Only one girl, my lord," said the Owl. "Her name is Jill."
"Speak up, speak up," said the Dwarf. "Don't stand there buzzing and twittering in my ear. Who's been killed?"
"Nobody's been killed," hooted the Owl.
"Who?"
"NOBODY."
"All right, all right. You needn't shout. I'm not so deaf as all that. What do you mean by coming here to tell me that nobody's been killed? Why should anyone have been killed?"
"Better tell him I'm Eustace," said Scrubb.
"The boy's Eustace, my lord," hooted the Owl as loud as it could.
"Useless?" said the Dwarf irritably. "I dare say he is. Is that any reason for bringing him to court? Hey?"
"Not useless," said the Owl. "EUSTACE."
"Used to it, is he? I don't know what you're talking about, I'm sure. I tell you what it is, Master Glimfeather; when I was a young Dwarf there used to be talking beasts and birds in this country who really could talk. There wasn't all this mumbling and muttering and whispering. It wouldn't have been tolerated for a moment. Not for a moment, Sir. Urnus, my trumpet please -"
A little Faun who had been standing quietly beside the Dwarf's elbow all this time now handed him a silver eartrumpet. It was made like the musical instrument called a serpent, so that the tube curled right round the Dwarf's neck. While he was getting it settled the Owl, Glimfeather, suddenly said to the children in a whisper:
"My brain's a bit clearer now. Don't say anything about the lost Prince. I'll explain later. It wouldn't do, wouldn't do, Tu-Whoo! Oh what a to-do!"
"Now," said the Dwarf, "if you have anything sensible to say, Master Glimfeather, try and say it. Take a deep breath and don't attempt to speak too quickly."
With help from the children, and in spite of a fit of coughing on the part of the Dwarf, Glimfeather explained that the strangers had been sent by Aslan to visit the court of Narnia. The Dwarf glanced quickly up at them with a new expression in his eyes.
"Sent by the Lion Himself, hey?" he said. "And from m'm - from that other Place - beyond the world's end, hey?"
"Yes, my lord," bawled Eustace into the trumpet.
"Son of Adam and Daughter of Eve, hey?" said the Dwarf. But people at Experiment House haven't heard of Adam and Eve, so Jill and Eustace couldn't answer this. But the Dwarf didn't seem to notice.
"Well, my dears," he said, taking first one and then the other by the hand and bowing his head a little. "You are very heartily welcome. If the good King, my poor Master, had not this very hour set sail for Seven Isles, he would have been glad of your coming. It would have brought back his youth to him for a moment - for a moment. And now, it is high time for supper. You shall tell me your business in full council tomorrow morning. Master Glimfeather, see that bedchambers and suitable clothes and all else are provided for these guests in the most honourable fashion. And - Glimfeather - in your ear -"
Here the Dwarf put his mouth close to the Owl's head and, no doubt, intended to whisper: but, like other deaf people, he wasn't a very good judge of his own voice, and both children heard him say, "See that they're properly washed."
After that, the Dwarf touched up his donkey and it set off towards the castle at something between a trot and a waddle (it was a very fat little beast), while the Faun, the Owl, and the children followed at a rather slower pace. The sun had set and the air was growing cool.
They went across the lawn and then through an orchard and so to the North Gate of Cair Paravel, which stood wide open. Inside, they found a grassy courtyard. Lights were already showing from the windows of the great hall on their right and from a more complicated mass of buildings straight ahead. Into these the Owl led them, and there a most delightful person was called to look after Jill. She was not much taller than Jill herself, and a good deal slenderer, but obviously full grown, graceful as a willow, and her hair was willowy too, and there seemed to be moss in it. She brought Jill to a round room in one of the turrets, where there was a little bath sunk in the floor and a fire of sweet-smelling woods burning on the flat hearth and a lamp hanging by a silver chain from the vaulted roof. The window looked west into the strange land of Narnia, and Jill saw the red remains of the sunset still glowing behind distant mountains. It made her long for more adventures and feel sure that this was only the beginning.
When she had had her bath, and brushed her hair, and put on the clothes that had been laid out for her - they were the kind that not only felt nice, but looked nice and smelled nice and made nice sounds when you moved as well - she would have gone back to gaze out of that exciting window, but she was interrupted by a bang on the door.
"Come in," said Jill. And in came Scrubb, also bathed and splendidly dressed in Narnian clothes. But his face didn't look as if he were enjoying it.
"Oh, here you are at last," he said crossly, flinging himself into a chair. "I've been trying to find you for ever so long."
"Well, now you have," said Jill. "I say, Scrubb, isn't it all simply too exciting and scrumptious for words." She had forgotten all about the signs and the lost Prince for the moment.
"Oh! That's what you think, is it?" said Scrubb: and then, after a pause, "I wish to goodness we'd never come."
"Why on earth?"
"I can't bear it," said Scrubb. "Seeing the King Caspian - a doddering old man like that. It's - it's frightful."
"Why, what harm does it do you?"
"Oh, you don't understand. Now that I come to think of it, you couldn't. I didn't tell you that this world has a different time from ours."
"How do you mean?"
"The time you spend here doesn't take up any of our time. Do you see? I mean, however long we spend here, we shall still get back to Experiment House at the moment we left it -"
"That won't be much fun."
"Oh, dry up! Don't keep interrupting. And when you're back in England - in our world - you can't tell how time is going here. It might be any number of years in Narnia while we're having one year at home. The Pevensies explained it all to me, but, like a fool, I forgot about it. And now apparently it's been about seventy years Narnian years - since I was here last. Do you see now? And I come back and find Caspian an old, old man."
"Then the King was an old friend of yours!" said Jill. A horrid thought had struck her.
"I should jolly well think he was," said Scrubb miserably. "About as good a friend as a chap could have. And last time he was only a few years older than me. And to see that old man with a white beard, and to remember Caspian as he was the morning we captured the Lone Islands, or in the fight with the Sea Serpent - oh, it's frightful. It's worse than coming back and finding him dead."
"Oh, shut up," said Jill impatiently. "It's far worse than you think. We've muffed the first Sign." Of course Scrubb did not understand this. Then Jill told him about her conversation with Aslan and the four signs and the task of finding the lost prince which had been laid upon them.
"So you see," she wound up, "you did see an old friend, just as Aslan said, and you ought to have gone and spoken to him at once. And now you haven't, and everything is going wrong from the very beginning."
"But how was I to know?" said Scrubb.
"If you'd only listened to me when I tried to tell you, we'd be all right," said Jill.
"Yes, and if you hadn't played the fool on the edge of that cliff and jolly nearly murdered me - all right, I said murder, and I'll say it again as often as I like, so keep your hair on - we'd have come together and both known what to do."
"I suppose he was the first person you saw?" said Jill. "You must have been here hours before me. Are you sure you didn't see anyone else first?"
"I was only here about a minute before you," said Scrubb. "He must have blown you quicker than me. Making up for lost time: the time you lost."
"Don't be a perfect beast, Scrubb," said Jill. "Hallo! What's that?"
It was the castle bell ringing for supper, and thus what looked like turning into a first-rate quarrel was happily cut short. Both had a good appetite by this time.
Supper in the great hall of the castle was the most splendid thing either of them had ever seen; for though Eustace had been in that world before, he had spent his whole visit at sea and knew nothing of the glory and courtesy of the Narnians at home in their own land. The banners hung from the roof, and each course came in with trumpeters and kettledrums. There were soups that would make your mouth water to think of, and the lovely fishes called pavenders, and venison and peacock and pies, and ices and jellies and fruit and nuts, and all manner of wines and fruit drinks. Even Eustace cheered up and admitted that it was "something like". And when all the serious eating and drinking was over, a blind poet came forward and struck up the grand old tale of Prince Cor and Aravis and the horse Bree, which is called The Horse and his Boy and tells of an adventure that happened in Narnia and Calormen and the lands between, in the Golden Age when Peter was High King in Cair Paravel. (I haven't time to tell it now, though it is well worth hearing.)
When they were dragging themselves upstairs to bed, yawning their heads off, Jill said, "I bet we sleep well, tonight"; for it had been a full day. Which just shows how little anyone knows what is going to happen to them next.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Chapter 2
WITHOUT a glance at Jill the lion rose to its feet and gave one last blow. Then, as if satisfied with its work, it turned and stalked slowly away, back into the forest.
"It must be a dream, it must, it must," said Jill to herself. "I'll wake up in a moment." But it wasn't, and she didn't.
"I do wish we'd never come to this dreadful place," said Jill. "I don't believe Scrubb knew any more about it than I do. Or if he did, he had no business to bring me here without warning me what it was like. It's not my fault he fell over that cliff. If he'd left me alone we should both be all right." Then she remembered again the scream that Scrubb had given when he fell, and burst into tears.
Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do. When Jill stopped, she found she was dreadfully thirsty. She had been lying face downward, and now she sat up. The birds had ceased singing and there was perfect silence except for one small, persistent sound, which seemed to come from a good distance away. She listened carefully, and felt almost sure it was the sound of running water.
Jill got up and looked round her very carefully. There was no sign of the lion; but there were so many trees about that it might easily be quite close without her seeing it. For all she knew, there might be several lions. But her thirst was very bad now, and she plucked up her courage to go and look for that running water. She went on tiptoes, stealing cautiously from tree to tree, and stopping to peer round her at every step.
The wood was so still that it was not difficult to decide where the sound was coming from. It grew clearer every moment and, sooner than she expected, she came to an open glade and saw the stream, bright as glass, running across the turf a stone's throw away from her. But although the sight of the water made her feel ten times thirstier than before, she didn't rush forward and drink. She stood as still as if she had been turned into stone, with her mouth wide open. And she had a very good reason; just on this side of the stream lay the lion.
It lay with its head raised and its two fore-paws out in front of it, like the lions in Trafalgar Square. She knew at once that it had seen her, for its eyes looked straight into hers for a moment and then turned away - as if it knew her quite well and didn't think much of her.
"If I run away, it'll be after me in a moment," thought Jill. "And if I go on, I shall run straight into its mouth." Anyway, she couldn't have moved if she had tried, and she couldn't take her eyes off it. How long this lasted, she could not be sure; it seemed like hours. And the thirst became so bad that she almost felt she would not mind being eaten by the lion if only she could be sure of getting a mouthful of water first.
"If you're thirsty, you may drink."
They were the first words she had heard since Scrubb had spoken to her on the edge of the cliff. For a second she stared here and there, wondering who had spoken. Then the voice said again, "If you are thirsty, come and drink," and of course she remembered what Scrubb had said about animals talking in that other world, and realized that it was the lion speaking. Anyway, she had seen its lips move this time, and the voice was not like a man's. It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice. It did not make her any less frightened than she had been before, but it made her frightened in rather a different way.
"Are you not thirsty?" said the Lion.
"I'm dying of thirst," said Jill.
"Then drink," said the Lion.
"May I - could I - would you mind going away while I do?" said Jill.
The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.
The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.
"Will you promise not to - do anything to me, if I do come?" said Jill.
"I make no promise," said the Lion.
Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.
"Do you eat girls?" she said.
"I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms," said the Lion. It didn't say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.
"I daren't come and drink," said Jill.
"Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion.
"Oh dear!" said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then."
"There is no other stream," said the Lion.
It never occurred to Jill to disbelieve the Lion - no one who had seen his stern face could do that - and her mind suddenly made itself up. It was the worst thing she had ever had to do, but she went forward to the stream, knelt down, and began scooping up water in her hand. It was the coldest, most refreshing water she had ever tasted. You didn't need to drink much of it, for it quenched your thirst at once. Before she tasted it she had been intending to make a dash away from the Lion the moment she had finished. Now, she realized that this would be on the whole the most dangerous thing of all. She got up and stood there with her lips still wet from drinking.
"Come here," said the Lion. And she had to. She was almost between its front paws now, looking straight into its face. But she couldn't stand that for long; she dropped her eyes.
"Human Child," said the Lion. "Where is the Boy?"
"He fell over the cliff," said Jill, and added, "Sir." She didn't know what else to call him, and it sounded cheek to call him nothing.
"How did he come to do that, Human Child?"
"He was trying to stop me from falling, Sir."
"Why were you so near the edge, Human Child?"
"I was showing off, Sir."
"That is a very good answer, Human Child. Do so no more. And now" (here for the first time the Lion's face became a little less stern) "the boy is safe. I have blown him to Narnia. But your task will be the harder because of what you have done."
"Please, what task, Sir?" said Jill.
"The task for which I called you and him here out of your own world."
This puzzled Jill very much. "It's mistaking me for someone else," she thought. She didn't dare to tell the Lion this, though she felt things would get into a dreadful muddle unless she did.
"Speak your thought, Human Child," said the Lion.
"I was wondering - I mean - could there be some mistake? Because nobody called me and Scrubb, you know. It was we who asked to come here. Scrubb said we were to call to - to Somebody - it was a name I wouldn't know - and perhaps the Somebody would let us in. And we did, and then we found the door open.'
"You would not have called to me unless I had been calling to you," said the Lion.
"Then you are Somebody, Sir?" said Jill.
"I am. And now hear your task. Far from here in the land of Narnia there lives an aged king who is sad because he has no prince of his blood to be king after him. He has no heir because his only son was stolen from him many years ago, and no one in Narnia knows where that prince went or whether he is still alive. But he is. I lay on you this command, that you seek this lost prince until either you have found him and brought him to his father's house, or else died in the attempt, or else gone back into your own world."
"How, please?" said Jill.
"I will tell you, Child," said the Lion. "These are the signs by which I will guide you in your quest. First; as soon as the Boy Eustace sets foot in Narnia, he will meet an old and dear friend. He must greet that friend at once; if he does, you will both have good help. Second; you must journey out of Narnia to the north till you come to the ruined city of the ancient giants. Third; you shall find a writing on a stone in that ruined city, and you must do what the writing tells you. Fourth; you will know the lost prince (if you find him) by this, that he will be the first person you have met in your travels who will ask you to do something in my name, in the name of Aslan."
As the Lion seemed to have finished, Jill thought she should say something. So she said, "Thank you very much. I see."
"Child," said Aslan, in a gentler voice than he had yet used, "perhaps you do not see quite as well as you think. But the first step is to remember. Repeat to me, in order, the four signs."
Jill tried, and didn't get them quite right. So the Lion corrected her, and made her repeat them again and again till she could say them perfectly. He was very patient over this, so that, when it was done, Jill plucked up courage to ask:
"Please, how am I to get to Narnia?"
"On my breath," said the Lion. "I will blow you into the west of the world as I blew Eustace."
"Shall I catch him in time to tell him the first sign? But I suppose it won't matter. If he sees an old friend, he's sure to go and speak to him, isn't he?"
"You will have no time to spare," said the Lion. "That is why I must send you at once. Come. Walk before me to the edge of the cliff."
Jill remembered very well that if there was no time to spare, that was her own fault. "If I hadn't made such a fool of myself, Scrubb and I would have been going together. And he'd have heard all the instructions as well as me," she thought. So she did as she was told. It was very alarming walking back to the edge of the cliff, especially as the Lion did not walk with her but behind her - making no noise on his soft paws.
But long before she had got anywhere near the edge, the voice behind her said, "Stand still. In a moment I will blow. But, first, remember, remember, remember the signs. Say them to yourself when you wake in the morning and when you lie down at night, and when you wake in the middle of the night. And whatever strange things may happen to you, let nothing turn your mind from following the signs. And secondly, I give you a warning. Here on the mountain I have spoken to you clearly: I will not often do so down in Narnia. Here on the mountain, the air is clear and your mind is clear; as you drop down into Narnia, the air will thicken. Take great care that it does not confuse your mind. And the signs which you have learned here will not look at all as you expect them to look, when you meet them there. That is why it is so important to know them by heart and pay no attention to appearances. Remember the signs and believe the signs. Nothing else matters. And now, daughter of Eve, farewell -"
The voice had been growing softer towards the end of this speech and now it faded away altogether. Jill looked behind her. To her astonishment she saw the cliff already more than a hundred yards behind her, and the Lion himself a speck of bright gold on the edge of it. She had been setting her teeth and clenching her fists for a terrible blast of lion's breath; but the breath had really been so gentle that she had not even noticed the moment at which she left the earth. And now, there was nothing but air for thousands upon thousands of feet below her.
She felt frightened only for a second. For one thing, the world beneath her was so very far away that it seemed to have nothing to do with her. For another, floating on the breath of the Lion was so extremely comfortable. She found she could lie on her back or on her face and twist any way she pleased, just as you can in water (if you've learned to float really well). And because she was moving at the same pace as the breath, there was no wind, and the air seemed beautifully warm. It was not in the least like being in an aeroplane, because there was no noise and no vibration. If Jill had ever been in a balloon she might have thought it more like that; only better.
When she looked back now she could take in for the first time the real size of the mountain she was leaving. She wondered why a mountain so huge as that was not covered with snow and ice - "but I suppose all that sort of thing is different in this world," thought Jill. Then she looked below her; but she was so high that she couldn't make out whether she was floating over land or sea, nor what speed she was going at.
"By Jove! The signs!" said Jill suddenly. "I'd better repeat them." She was in a panic for a second or two, but she found she could still say them all correctly. "So that's all right," she said, and lay back on the air as if it was a sofa, with a sigh of contentment.
"Well, I do declare," said Jill to herself some hours later, "I've been asleep. Fancy sleeping on air. I wonder if anyone's done it before. I don't suppose they have. Oh bother - Scrubb probably has! On this same journey, a little bit before me. Let's see what it looks like down below."
What it looked like was an enormous, very dark blue plain. There were no hills to be seen; but there were biggish white things moving slowly across it. "Those must be clouds," she thought. "But far bigger than the ones we saw from the cliff. I suppose they're bigger because they're nearer. I must be getting lower. Bother this sun."
The sun which had been high overhead when she began her journey was now getting into her eyes. This meant that it was getting lower, ahead of her. Scrubb was quite right in saying that Jill (I don't know about girls in general) didn't think much about points of the compass. Otherwise she would have known, when the sun began getting in her eyes, that she was travelling pretty nearly due west.
Staring at the blue plain below her, she presently noticed that there were little dots of brighter, paler colour in it here and there. "It's the sea!" thought Jill. "I do believe those are islands." And so they were. She might have felt rather jealous if she had known that some of them were islands which Scrubb had seen from a ship's deck and even landed on; but she didn't know this. Then, later on, she began to see that there were little wrinkles on the blue flatness: little wrinkles which must be quite big ocean waves if you were down among them. And now, all along the horizon there was a thick dark line which grew thicker and darker so quickly that you could see it growing. That was the first sign she had had of the great speed at which she was travelling. And she knew that the thickening line must be land.
Suddenly from her left (for the wind was in the south) a great white cloud came rushing towards her, this time on the same level as herself. And before she knew where she was, she had shot right into the middle of its cold, wet fogginess. That took her breath away, but she was in it only for a moment. She came out blinking in the sunlight and found her clothes wet. (She had on a blazer and sweater and shorts and stockings and pretty thick shoes; it had been a muddy sort of day in England.) She came out lower than she had gone in; and as soon as she did so she noticed something which, I suppose, she ought to have been expecting, but which came as a surprise and a shock. It was Noises. Up till then she had travelled in total silence. Now, for the first time, she heard the noise of waves and the crying of seagulls. And now, too, she smelled the smell of the sea. There was no mistake about her speed now. She saw two waves meet with a smack and a spout of foam go up between them; but she had hardly seen it before it was a hundred yards behind her. The land was getting nearer at a great pace. She could see mountains far inland, and other nearer mountains on her left. She could see bays and headlands, woods and fields, stretches of sandy beach. The sound of waves breaking on the shore was growing louder every second and drowning the other sea noises.
Suddenly the land opened right ahead of her. She was coming to the mouth of a river. She was very low now, only a few feet above the water. A wave-top came against her toe and a great splash of foam spurted up, drenching her nearly to the waist. Now she was losing speed. Instead of being carried up the river she was gliding in to the river bank on her left. There were so many things to notice that she could hardly take them all in; a smooth, green lawn, a ship so brightly coloured that it looked like an enormous piece of jewellery, towers and battlements, banners fluttering in the air, a crowd, gay clothes, armour, gold, swords, a sound of music. But this was all jumbled. The first thing that she knew clearly was that she had alighted and was standing under a thicket of trees close by the river side, and there, only a few feet away from her, was Scrubb.
The first thing she thought was how very grubby and untidy and generally unimpressive he looked. And the second was "How wet I am!"
"It must be a dream, it must, it must," said Jill to herself. "I'll wake up in a moment." But it wasn't, and she didn't.
"I do wish we'd never come to this dreadful place," said Jill. "I don't believe Scrubb knew any more about it than I do. Or if he did, he had no business to bring me here without warning me what it was like. It's not my fault he fell over that cliff. If he'd left me alone we should both be all right." Then she remembered again the scream that Scrubb had given when he fell, and burst into tears.
Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do. When Jill stopped, she found she was dreadfully thirsty. She had been lying face downward, and now she sat up. The birds had ceased singing and there was perfect silence except for one small, persistent sound, which seemed to come from a good distance away. She listened carefully, and felt almost sure it was the sound of running water.
Jill got up and looked round her very carefully. There was no sign of the lion; but there were so many trees about that it might easily be quite close without her seeing it. For all she knew, there might be several lions. But her thirst was very bad now, and she plucked up her courage to go and look for that running water. She went on tiptoes, stealing cautiously from tree to tree, and stopping to peer round her at every step.
The wood was so still that it was not difficult to decide where the sound was coming from. It grew clearer every moment and, sooner than she expected, she came to an open glade and saw the stream, bright as glass, running across the turf a stone's throw away from her. But although the sight of the water made her feel ten times thirstier than before, she didn't rush forward and drink. She stood as still as if she had been turned into stone, with her mouth wide open. And she had a very good reason; just on this side of the stream lay the lion.
It lay with its head raised and its two fore-paws out in front of it, like the lions in Trafalgar Square. She knew at once that it had seen her, for its eyes looked straight into hers for a moment and then turned away - as if it knew her quite well and didn't think much of her.
"If I run away, it'll be after me in a moment," thought Jill. "And if I go on, I shall run straight into its mouth." Anyway, she couldn't have moved if she had tried, and she couldn't take her eyes off it. How long this lasted, she could not be sure; it seemed like hours. And the thirst became so bad that she almost felt she would not mind being eaten by the lion if only she could be sure of getting a mouthful of water first.
"If you're thirsty, you may drink."
They were the first words she had heard since Scrubb had spoken to her on the edge of the cliff. For a second she stared here and there, wondering who had spoken. Then the voice said again, "If you are thirsty, come and drink," and of course she remembered what Scrubb had said about animals talking in that other world, and realized that it was the lion speaking. Anyway, she had seen its lips move this time, and the voice was not like a man's. It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice. It did not make her any less frightened than she had been before, but it made her frightened in rather a different way.
"Are you not thirsty?" said the Lion.
"I'm dying of thirst," said Jill.
"Then drink," said the Lion.
"May I - could I - would you mind going away while I do?" said Jill.
The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.
The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.
"Will you promise not to - do anything to me, if I do come?" said Jill.
"I make no promise," said the Lion.
Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.
"Do you eat girls?" she said.
"I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms," said the Lion. It didn't say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.
"I daren't come and drink," said Jill.
"Then you will die of thirst," said the Lion.
"Oh dear!" said Jill, coming another step nearer. "I suppose I must go and look for another stream then."
"There is no other stream," said the Lion.
It never occurred to Jill to disbelieve the Lion - no one who had seen his stern face could do that - and her mind suddenly made itself up. It was the worst thing she had ever had to do, but she went forward to the stream, knelt down, and began scooping up water in her hand. It was the coldest, most refreshing water she had ever tasted. You didn't need to drink much of it, for it quenched your thirst at once. Before she tasted it she had been intending to make a dash away from the Lion the moment she had finished. Now, she realized that this would be on the whole the most dangerous thing of all. She got up and stood there with her lips still wet from drinking.
"Come here," said the Lion. And she had to. She was almost between its front paws now, looking straight into its face. But she couldn't stand that for long; she dropped her eyes.
"Human Child," said the Lion. "Where is the Boy?"
"He fell over the cliff," said Jill, and added, "Sir." She didn't know what else to call him, and it sounded cheek to call him nothing.
"How did he come to do that, Human Child?"
"He was trying to stop me from falling, Sir."
"Why were you so near the edge, Human Child?"
"I was showing off, Sir."
"That is a very good answer, Human Child. Do so no more. And now" (here for the first time the Lion's face became a little less stern) "the boy is safe. I have blown him to Narnia. But your task will be the harder because of what you have done."
"Please, what task, Sir?" said Jill.
"The task for which I called you and him here out of your own world."
This puzzled Jill very much. "It's mistaking me for someone else," she thought. She didn't dare to tell the Lion this, though she felt things would get into a dreadful muddle unless she did.
"Speak your thought, Human Child," said the Lion.
"I was wondering - I mean - could there be some mistake? Because nobody called me and Scrubb, you know. It was we who asked to come here. Scrubb said we were to call to - to Somebody - it was a name I wouldn't know - and perhaps the Somebody would let us in. And we did, and then we found the door open.'
"You would not have called to me unless I had been calling to you," said the Lion.
"Then you are Somebody, Sir?" said Jill.
"I am. And now hear your task. Far from here in the land of Narnia there lives an aged king who is sad because he has no prince of his blood to be king after him. He has no heir because his only son was stolen from him many years ago, and no one in Narnia knows where that prince went or whether he is still alive. But he is. I lay on you this command, that you seek this lost prince until either you have found him and brought him to his father's house, or else died in the attempt, or else gone back into your own world."
"How, please?" said Jill.
"I will tell you, Child," said the Lion. "These are the signs by which I will guide you in your quest. First; as soon as the Boy Eustace sets foot in Narnia, he will meet an old and dear friend. He must greet that friend at once; if he does, you will both have good help. Second; you must journey out of Narnia to the north till you come to the ruined city of the ancient giants. Third; you shall find a writing on a stone in that ruined city, and you must do what the writing tells you. Fourth; you will know the lost prince (if you find him) by this, that he will be the first person you have met in your travels who will ask you to do something in my name, in the name of Aslan."
As the Lion seemed to have finished, Jill thought she should say something. So she said, "Thank you very much. I see."
"Child," said Aslan, in a gentler voice than he had yet used, "perhaps you do not see quite as well as you think. But the first step is to remember. Repeat to me, in order, the four signs."
Jill tried, and didn't get them quite right. So the Lion corrected her, and made her repeat them again and again till she could say them perfectly. He was very patient over this, so that, when it was done, Jill plucked up courage to ask:
"Please, how am I to get to Narnia?"
"On my breath," said the Lion. "I will blow you into the west of the world as I blew Eustace."
"Shall I catch him in time to tell him the first sign? But I suppose it won't matter. If he sees an old friend, he's sure to go and speak to him, isn't he?"
"You will have no time to spare," said the Lion. "That is why I must send you at once. Come. Walk before me to the edge of the cliff."
Jill remembered very well that if there was no time to spare, that was her own fault. "If I hadn't made such a fool of myself, Scrubb and I would have been going together. And he'd have heard all the instructions as well as me," she thought. So she did as she was told. It was very alarming walking back to the edge of the cliff, especially as the Lion did not walk with her but behind her - making no noise on his soft paws.
But long before she had got anywhere near the edge, the voice behind her said, "Stand still. In a moment I will blow. But, first, remember, remember, remember the signs. Say them to yourself when you wake in the morning and when you lie down at night, and when you wake in the middle of the night. And whatever strange things may happen to you, let nothing turn your mind from following the signs. And secondly, I give you a warning. Here on the mountain I have spoken to you clearly: I will not often do so down in Narnia. Here on the mountain, the air is clear and your mind is clear; as you drop down into Narnia, the air will thicken. Take great care that it does not confuse your mind. And the signs which you have learned here will not look at all as you expect them to look, when you meet them there. That is why it is so important to know them by heart and pay no attention to appearances. Remember the signs and believe the signs. Nothing else matters. And now, daughter of Eve, farewell -"
The voice had been growing softer towards the end of this speech and now it faded away altogether. Jill looked behind her. To her astonishment she saw the cliff already more than a hundred yards behind her, and the Lion himself a speck of bright gold on the edge of it. She had been setting her teeth and clenching her fists for a terrible blast of lion's breath; but the breath had really been so gentle that she had not even noticed the moment at which she left the earth. And now, there was nothing but air for thousands upon thousands of feet below her.
She felt frightened only for a second. For one thing, the world beneath her was so very far away that it seemed to have nothing to do with her. For another, floating on the breath of the Lion was so extremely comfortable. She found she could lie on her back or on her face and twist any way she pleased, just as you can in water (if you've learned to float really well). And because she was moving at the same pace as the breath, there was no wind, and the air seemed beautifully warm. It was not in the least like being in an aeroplane, because there was no noise and no vibration. If Jill had ever been in a balloon she might have thought it more like that; only better.
When she looked back now she could take in for the first time the real size of the mountain she was leaving. She wondered why a mountain so huge as that was not covered with snow and ice - "but I suppose all that sort of thing is different in this world," thought Jill. Then she looked below her; but she was so high that she couldn't make out whether she was floating over land or sea, nor what speed she was going at.
"By Jove! The signs!" said Jill suddenly. "I'd better repeat them." She was in a panic for a second or two, but she found she could still say them all correctly. "So that's all right," she said, and lay back on the air as if it was a sofa, with a sigh of contentment.
"Well, I do declare," said Jill to herself some hours later, "I've been asleep. Fancy sleeping on air. I wonder if anyone's done it before. I don't suppose they have. Oh bother - Scrubb probably has! On this same journey, a little bit before me. Let's see what it looks like down below."
What it looked like was an enormous, very dark blue plain. There were no hills to be seen; but there were biggish white things moving slowly across it. "Those must be clouds," she thought. "But far bigger than the ones we saw from the cliff. I suppose they're bigger because they're nearer. I must be getting lower. Bother this sun."
The sun which had been high overhead when she began her journey was now getting into her eyes. This meant that it was getting lower, ahead of her. Scrubb was quite right in saying that Jill (I don't know about girls in general) didn't think much about points of the compass. Otherwise she would have known, when the sun began getting in her eyes, that she was travelling pretty nearly due west.
Staring at the blue plain below her, she presently noticed that there were little dots of brighter, paler colour in it here and there. "It's the sea!" thought Jill. "I do believe those are islands." And so they were. She might have felt rather jealous if she had known that some of them were islands which Scrubb had seen from a ship's deck and even landed on; but she didn't know this. Then, later on, she began to see that there were little wrinkles on the blue flatness: little wrinkles which must be quite big ocean waves if you were down among them. And now, all along the horizon there was a thick dark line which grew thicker and darker so quickly that you could see it growing. That was the first sign she had had of the great speed at which she was travelling. And she knew that the thickening line must be land.
Suddenly from her left (for the wind was in the south) a great white cloud came rushing towards her, this time on the same level as herself. And before she knew where she was, she had shot right into the middle of its cold, wet fogginess. That took her breath away, but she was in it only for a moment. She came out blinking in the sunlight and found her clothes wet. (She had on a blazer and sweater and shorts and stockings and pretty thick shoes; it had been a muddy sort of day in England.) She came out lower than she had gone in; and as soon as she did so she noticed something which, I suppose, she ought to have been expecting, but which came as a surprise and a shock. It was Noises. Up till then she had travelled in total silence. Now, for the first time, she heard the noise of waves and the crying of seagulls. And now, too, she smelled the smell of the sea. There was no mistake about her speed now. She saw two waves meet with a smack and a spout of foam go up between them; but she had hardly seen it before it was a hundred yards behind her. The land was getting nearer at a great pace. She could see mountains far inland, and other nearer mountains on her left. She could see bays and headlands, woods and fields, stretches of sandy beach. The sound of waves breaking on the shore was growing louder every second and drowning the other sea noises.
Suddenly the land opened right ahead of her. She was coming to the mouth of a river. She was very low now, only a few feet above the water. A wave-top came against her toe and a great splash of foam spurted up, drenching her nearly to the waist. Now she was losing speed. Instead of being carried up the river she was gliding in to the river bank on her left. There were so many things to notice that she could hardly take them all in; a smooth, green lawn, a ship so brightly coloured that it looked like an enormous piece of jewellery, towers and battlements, banners fluttering in the air, a crowd, gay clothes, armour, gold, swords, a sound of music. But this was all jumbled. The first thing that she knew clearly was that she had alighted and was standing under a thicket of trees close by the river side, and there, only a few feet away from her, was Scrubb.
The first thing she thought was how very grubby and untidy and generally unimpressive he looked. And the second was "How wet I am!"
Chapter 1
IT was a dull autumn day and Jill Pole was crying behind the gym.
She was crying because they had been bullying her. This is not going to be a school story, so I shall say as little as possible about Jill's school, which is not a pleasant subject. It was "Co-educational," a school for both boys and girls, what used to be called a "mixed" school; some said it was not nearly so mixed as the minds of the people who ran it. These people had the idea that boys and girls should be allowed to do what they liked. And unfortunately what ten or fifteen of the biggest boys and girls liked best was bullying the others. All sorts of things, horrid things, went on which at an ordinary school would have been found out and stopped in half a term; but at this school they weren't. Or even if they were, the people who did them were not expelled or punished. The Head said they were interesting psychological cases and sent for them and talked to them for hours. And if you knew the right sort of things to say to the Head, the main result was that you became rather a favourite than otherwise.
That was why Jill Pole was crying on that dull autumn day on the damp little path which runs between the back of the gym and the shrubbery. And she hadn't nearly finished her cry when a boy came round the corner of the gym whistling, with his hands in his pockets. He nearly ran into her.
"Can't you look where you're going?" said Jill Pole.
"All right," said the boy, "you needn't start -" and then he noticed her face. "I say, Pole," he said, "what's up?"
Jill only made faces; the sort you make when you're trying to say something but find that if you speak you'll start crying again.
"It's Them, I suppose - as usual," said the boy grimly, digging his hands farther into his pockets.
Jill nodded. There was no need for her to say anything, even if she could have said it. They both knew.
"Now, look here," said the boy, "there's no good us all -"
He meant well, but he did talk rather like someone beginning a lecture. Jill suddenly flew into a temper (which is quite a likely thing to happen if you have been interrupted in a cry).
"Oh, go away and mind your own business," she said. "Nobody asked you to come barging in, did they? And you're a nice person to start telling us what we all ought to do, aren't you? I suppose you mean we ought to spend all our time sucking up to Them, and currying favour, and dancing attendance on Them like you do."
"Oh, Lor!" said the boy, sitting down on the grassy bank at the edge of the shrubbery and very quickly getting up again because the grass was soaking wet. His name unfortunately was Eustace Scrubb, but he wasn't a bad sort.
"Pole!" he said. "Is that fair? Have I been doing anything of the sort this term? Didn't I stand up to Carter about the rabbit? And didn't I keep the secret about Spivvins - under torture too? And didn't I -"
"I d-don't know and I don't care," sobbed Jill.
Scrubb saw that she wasn't quite herself yet and very sensibly offered her a peppermint. He had one too. Presently Jill began to see things in a clearer light.
"I'm sorry, Scrubb," she said presently. "I wasn't fair. You have done all that - this term."
"Then wash out last term if you can," said Eustace. "I was a different chap then. I was - gosh! what a little tick I was."
"Well, honestly, you were," said Jill.
"You think there has been a change, then?" said Eustace.
"It's not only me," said Jill. "Everyone's been saying so. They've noticed it. Eleanor Blakiston heard Adela Pennyfather talking about it in our changing room yesterday. She said, `Someone's got hold of that Scrubb kid. He's quite unmanageable this term. We shall have to attend to him next.'"
Eustace gave a shudder. Everyone at Experiment House knew what it was like being "attended to" by Them.
Both children were quiet for a moment. The drops dripped off the laurel leaves.
"Why were you so different last term?" said Jill presently.
"A lot of queer things happened to me in the hols," said Eustace mysteriously.
"What sort of things?" asked Jill.
Eustace didn't say anything for quite a long time. Then he said:
"Look here, Pole, you and I hate this place about as much as anybody can hate anything, don't we?"
"I know I do," said Jill.
"Then I really think I can trust you."
"Dam' good of you," said Jill.
"Yes, but this is a really terrific secret. Pole, I say, are you good at believing things? I mean things that everyone here would laugh at?"
"I've never had the chance," said Jill, "but I think I would be."
"Could you believe me if I said I'd been right out of the world - outside this world - last hols?"
"I wouldn't know what you meant."
"Well, don't let's bother about that then. Supposing I told you I'd been in a place where animals can talk and where there are - er - enchantments and dragons - and well, all the sorts of things you have in fairy-tales." Scrubb felt terribly awkward as he said this and got red in the face.
"How did you get there?" said Jill. She also felt curiously shy.
"The only way you can - by Magic," said Eustace almost in a whisper. "I was with two cousins of mine. We were just - whisked away. They'd been there before."
Now that they were talking in whispers Jill somehow felt it easier to believe. Then suddenly a horrible suspicion came over her and she said (so fiercely that for the moment she looked like a tigress):
"If I find you've been pulling my leg I'll never speak to you again; never, never, never."
"I'm not," said Eustace. "I swear I'm not. I swear by everything."
(When I was at school one would have said, "I swear by the Bible." But Bibles were not encouraged at Experiment House.)
"All right," said Jill, "I'll believe you."
"And tell nobody?"
"What do you take me for?"
They were very excited as they said this. But when they had said it and Jill looked round and saw the dull autumn sky and heard the drip off the leaves and thought of all the hopelessness of Experiment House (it was a thirteen-week term and there were still eleven weeks to come) she said:
"But after all, what's the good? We're not there: we're here. And we jolly well can't get there. Or can we?"
"That's what I've been wondering," said Eustace. "When we came back from That Place, Someone said that the two Pevensie kids (that's my two cousins) could never go there again. It was their third time, you see. I suppose they've had their share. But he never said I couldn't. Surely he would have said so, unless he meant that I was to get back? And I can't help wondering, can we - could we -?"
"Do you mean, do something to make it happen?"
Eustace nodded.
"You mean we might draw a circle on the ground - and write in queer letters in it - and stand inside it - and recite charms and spells?"
"Well," said Eustace after he had thought hard for a bit. "I believe that was the sort of thing I was thinking of, though I never did it. But now that it comes to the point, I've an idea that all those circles and things are rather rot. I don't think he'd like them. It would look as if we thought we could make him do things. But really, we can only ask him."
"Who is this person you keep on talking about?"
"They call him Aslan in That Place," said Eustace.
"What a curious name!"
"Not half so curious as himself," said Eustace solemnly. "But let's get on. It can't do any harm, just asking. Let's stand side by side, like this. And we'll hold out our arms in front of us with the palms down: like they did in Ramandu's island -"
"Whose island?"
"I'll tell you about that another time. And he might like us to face the east. Let's see, where is the east?"
"I don't know," said Jill.
"It's an extraordinary thing about girls that they never know the points of the compass," said Eustace.
"You don't know either," said Jill indignantly.
"Yes I do, if only you didn't keep on interrupting. I've got it now. That's the east, facing up into the laurels. Now, will you say the words after me?''
"What words?" asked Jill.
"The words I'm going to say, of course," answered Eustace. "Now -"
And he began, "Aslan, Aslan, Aslan!"
"Aslan, Aslan, Aslan," repeated Jill.
"Please let us two go into -"
At that moment a voice from the other side of the gym was heard shouting out, "Pole? Yes. I know where she is. She's blubbing behind the gym. Shall I fetch her out?"
Jill and Eustace gave one glance at each other, dived under the laurels, and began scrambling up the steep, earthy slope of the shrubbery at a speed which did them great credit. (Owing to the curious methods of teaching at Experiment House, one did not learn much French or Maths or Latin or things of that sort; but one did learn a lot about getting away quickly and quietly when They were looking for one.)
After about a minute's scramble they stopped to listen, and knew by the noises they heard that they were being followed.
"If only the door was open again!" said Scrubb as they went on, and Jill nodded. For at the top of the shrubbery was a high stone wall and in that wall a door by which you could get out on to open moor. This door was nearly always locked. But there had been times when people had found it open; or perhaps there had been only one time. But you may imagine how the memory of even one time kept people hoping, and trying the door; for if it should happen to be unlocked it would be a splendid way of getting outside the school grounds without being seen.
Jill and Eustace, now both very hot and very grubby from going along bent almost double under the laurels, panted up to the wall. And there was the door, shut as usual.
"It's sure to be no good," said Eustace with his hand on the handle; and then, "O-o-oh. By Gum!!" For the handle turned and the door opened.
A moment before, both of them had meant to get through that doorway in double quick time, if by any chance the door was not locked. But when the door actually opened, they both stood stock still. For what they saw was quite different from what they had expected.
They had expected to see the grey, heathery slope of the moor going up and up to join the dull autumn sky. Instead, a blaze of sunshine met them. It poured through the doorway as the light of a June day pours into a garage when you open the door. It made the drops of water on the grass glitter like beads and showed up the dirtiness of Jill's tear-stained face. And the sunlight was coming from what certainly did look like a different world - what they could see of it. They saw smooth turf, smoother and brighter than Jill had ever seen before, and blue sky, and, darting to and fro, things so bright that they might have been jewels or huge butterflies.
Although she had been longing for something like this, Jill felt frightened. She looked at Scrubb's face and saw that he was frightened too.
"Come on, Pole," he said in a breathless voice.
"Can we get back? Is it safe?" asked Jill.
At that moment a voice shouted from behind, a mean, spiteful little voice. "Now then, Pole," it squeaked. "Everyone knows you're there. Down you come." It was the voice of Edith Jackle, not one of Them herself but one of their hangers-on and tale-bearers.
"Quick!" said Scrubb. "Here. Hold hands. We mustn't get separated." And before she quite knew what was happening, he had grabbed her hand and pulled her through the door, out of the school grounds, out of England, out of our whole world into That Place.
The sound of Edith Jackle's voice stopped as suddenly as the voice on the radio when it is switched off. Instantly there was a quite different sound all about them. It came from those bright things overhead, which now turned out to be birds. They were making a riotous noise, but it was much more like music - rather advanced music which you don't quite take in at the first hearing - than birds' songs ever are in our world. Yet, in spite of the singing, there was a sort of background of immense silence. That silence, combined with the freshness of the air, made Jill think they must be on the top of a very high mountain.
Scrubb still had her by the hand and they were walking forward, staring about them on every side. Jill saw that huge trees, rather like cedars but bigger, grew in every direction. But as they did not grow close together, and as there was no undergrowth, this did not prevent one from seeing a long way into the forest to left and right. And as far as Jill's eye could reach, it was all the same - level turf, darting birds with yellow, or dragonfly blue, or rainbow plumage, blue shadows, and emptiness. There was not a breath of wind in that cool, bright air. It was a very lonely forest.
Right ahead there were no trees: only blue sky. They went straight on without speaking till suddenly Jill heard Scrubb say, "Look out!" and felt herself jerked back. They were at the very edge of a cliff.
Jill was one of those lucky people who have a good head for heights. She didn't mind in the least standing on the edge of a precipice. She was rather annoyed with Scrubb for pulling her back - "just as if I was a kid", she said and she wrenched her hand out of his. When she saw how very white he had turned, she despised him.
"What's the matter?" she said. And to show that she was not afraid, she stood very near the edge indeed; in fact, a good deal nearer than even she liked. Then she looked down.
She now realized that Scrubb had some excuse for looking white, for no cliff in our world is to be compared with this. Imagine yourself at the top of the very highest cliff you know. And imagine yourself looking down to the very bottom. And then imagine that the precipice goes on below that, as far again, ten times as far, twenty times as far. And when you've looked down all that distance imagine little white things that might, at first glance, be mistaken for sheep, but presently you realize that they are clouds - not little wreaths of mist but the enormous white, puffy clouds which are themselves as big as most mountains. And at last, in between those clouds, you get your first glimpse of the real bottom, so far away that you can't make out whether it's field or wood, or land or water: farther below those clouds than you are above them.
Jill stared at it. Then she thought that perhaps, after all, she would step back afoot or so from the edge; but she didn't like to for fear of what Scrubb would think. Then she suddenly decided that she didn't care what he thought, and that she would jolly well get away from that horrible edge and never laugh at anyone for not liking heights again. But when she tried to move, she found she couldn't. Her legs seemed to have turned into putty. Everything was swimming before her eyes.
"What are you doing, Pole? Come back-blithering little idiot!" shouted Scrubb. But his voice seemed to he coming from a long way off. She felt him grabbing at her. But by now she had no control over her own arms and legs. There was a moment's struggling on the cliff edge. Jill was too frightened and dizzy to know quite what she was doing, but two things she remembered as long as she lived (they often came back to her in dreams). One was that she had wrenched herself free of Scrubb's clutches; the other was that, at the same moment, Scrubb himself, with a terrified scream, had lost his balance and gone hurtling to the depths.
Fortunately, she was given no time to think over what she had done. Some huge, brightly coloured animal had rushed to the edge of the cliff. It was lying down, leaning over, and (this was the odd thing) blowing. Not roaring or snorting, but just blowing from its wide-opened mouth; blowing out as steadily as a vacuum cleaner sucks in. Jill was lying so close to the creature that she could feel the breath vibrating steadily through its body. She was lying still because she couldn't get up. She was nearly fainting: indeed, she wished she could really faint, but faints don't come for the asking. At last she saw, far away below her, a tiny black speck floating away from the cliff and slightly upwards. As it rose, it also got farther away. By the time it was nearly on a level with the cliff-top it was so far off that she lost sight of it. It was obviously moving away from them at a great speed. Jill couldn't help thinking that the creature at her side was blowing it away.
So she turned and looked at the creature. It was a lion.
She was crying because they had been bullying her. This is not going to be a school story, so I shall say as little as possible about Jill's school, which is not a pleasant subject. It was "Co-educational," a school for both boys and girls, what used to be called a "mixed" school; some said it was not nearly so mixed as the minds of the people who ran it. These people had the idea that boys and girls should be allowed to do what they liked. And unfortunately what ten or fifteen of the biggest boys and girls liked best was bullying the others. All sorts of things, horrid things, went on which at an ordinary school would have been found out and stopped in half a term; but at this school they weren't. Or even if they were, the people who did them were not expelled or punished. The Head said they were interesting psychological cases and sent for them and talked to them for hours. And if you knew the right sort of things to say to the Head, the main result was that you became rather a favourite than otherwise.
That was why Jill Pole was crying on that dull autumn day on the damp little path which runs between the back of the gym and the shrubbery. And she hadn't nearly finished her cry when a boy came round the corner of the gym whistling, with his hands in his pockets. He nearly ran into her.
"Can't you look where you're going?" said Jill Pole.
"All right," said the boy, "you needn't start -" and then he noticed her face. "I say, Pole," he said, "what's up?"
Jill only made faces; the sort you make when you're trying to say something but find that if you speak you'll start crying again.
"It's Them, I suppose - as usual," said the boy grimly, digging his hands farther into his pockets.
Jill nodded. There was no need for her to say anything, even if she could have said it. They both knew.
"Now, look here," said the boy, "there's no good us all -"
He meant well, but he did talk rather like someone beginning a lecture. Jill suddenly flew into a temper (which is quite a likely thing to happen if you have been interrupted in a cry).
"Oh, go away and mind your own business," she said. "Nobody asked you to come barging in, did they? And you're a nice person to start telling us what we all ought to do, aren't you? I suppose you mean we ought to spend all our time sucking up to Them, and currying favour, and dancing attendance on Them like you do."
"Oh, Lor!" said the boy, sitting down on the grassy bank at the edge of the shrubbery and very quickly getting up again because the grass was soaking wet. His name unfortunately was Eustace Scrubb, but he wasn't a bad sort.
"Pole!" he said. "Is that fair? Have I been doing anything of the sort this term? Didn't I stand up to Carter about the rabbit? And didn't I keep the secret about Spivvins - under torture too? And didn't I -"
"I d-don't know and I don't care," sobbed Jill.
Scrubb saw that she wasn't quite herself yet and very sensibly offered her a peppermint. He had one too. Presently Jill began to see things in a clearer light.
"I'm sorry, Scrubb," she said presently. "I wasn't fair. You have done all that - this term."
"Then wash out last term if you can," said Eustace. "I was a different chap then. I was - gosh! what a little tick I was."
"Well, honestly, you were," said Jill.
"You think there has been a change, then?" said Eustace.
"It's not only me," said Jill. "Everyone's been saying so. They've noticed it. Eleanor Blakiston heard Adela Pennyfather talking about it in our changing room yesterday. She said, `Someone's got hold of that Scrubb kid. He's quite unmanageable this term. We shall have to attend to him next.'"
Eustace gave a shudder. Everyone at Experiment House knew what it was like being "attended to" by Them.
Both children were quiet for a moment. The drops dripped off the laurel leaves.
"Why were you so different last term?" said Jill presently.
"A lot of queer things happened to me in the hols," said Eustace mysteriously.
"What sort of things?" asked Jill.
Eustace didn't say anything for quite a long time. Then he said:
"Look here, Pole, you and I hate this place about as much as anybody can hate anything, don't we?"
"I know I do," said Jill.
"Then I really think I can trust you."
"Dam' good of you," said Jill.
"Yes, but this is a really terrific secret. Pole, I say, are you good at believing things? I mean things that everyone here would laugh at?"
"I've never had the chance," said Jill, "but I think I would be."
"Could you believe me if I said I'd been right out of the world - outside this world - last hols?"
"I wouldn't know what you meant."
"Well, don't let's bother about that then. Supposing I told you I'd been in a place where animals can talk and where there are - er - enchantments and dragons - and well, all the sorts of things you have in fairy-tales." Scrubb felt terribly awkward as he said this and got red in the face.
"How did you get there?" said Jill. She also felt curiously shy.
"The only way you can - by Magic," said Eustace almost in a whisper. "I was with two cousins of mine. We were just - whisked away. They'd been there before."
Now that they were talking in whispers Jill somehow felt it easier to believe. Then suddenly a horrible suspicion came over her and she said (so fiercely that for the moment she looked like a tigress):
"If I find you've been pulling my leg I'll never speak to you again; never, never, never."
"I'm not," said Eustace. "I swear I'm not. I swear by everything."
(When I was at school one would have said, "I swear by the Bible." But Bibles were not encouraged at Experiment House.)
"All right," said Jill, "I'll believe you."
"And tell nobody?"
"What do you take me for?"
They were very excited as they said this. But when they had said it and Jill looked round and saw the dull autumn sky and heard the drip off the leaves and thought of all the hopelessness of Experiment House (it was a thirteen-week term and there were still eleven weeks to come) she said:
"But after all, what's the good? We're not there: we're here. And we jolly well can't get there. Or can we?"
"That's what I've been wondering," said Eustace. "When we came back from That Place, Someone said that the two Pevensie kids (that's my two cousins) could never go there again. It was their third time, you see. I suppose they've had their share. But he never said I couldn't. Surely he would have said so, unless he meant that I was to get back? And I can't help wondering, can we - could we -?"
"Do you mean, do something to make it happen?"
Eustace nodded.
"You mean we might draw a circle on the ground - and write in queer letters in it - and stand inside it - and recite charms and spells?"
"Well," said Eustace after he had thought hard for a bit. "I believe that was the sort of thing I was thinking of, though I never did it. But now that it comes to the point, I've an idea that all those circles and things are rather rot. I don't think he'd like them. It would look as if we thought we could make him do things. But really, we can only ask him."
"Who is this person you keep on talking about?"
"They call him Aslan in That Place," said Eustace.
"What a curious name!"
"Not half so curious as himself," said Eustace solemnly. "But let's get on. It can't do any harm, just asking. Let's stand side by side, like this. And we'll hold out our arms in front of us with the palms down: like they did in Ramandu's island -"
"Whose island?"
"I'll tell you about that another time. And he might like us to face the east. Let's see, where is the east?"
"I don't know," said Jill.
"It's an extraordinary thing about girls that they never know the points of the compass," said Eustace.
"You don't know either," said Jill indignantly.
"Yes I do, if only you didn't keep on interrupting. I've got it now. That's the east, facing up into the laurels. Now, will you say the words after me?''
"What words?" asked Jill.
"The words I'm going to say, of course," answered Eustace. "Now -"
And he began, "Aslan, Aslan, Aslan!"
"Aslan, Aslan, Aslan," repeated Jill.
"Please let us two go into -"
At that moment a voice from the other side of the gym was heard shouting out, "Pole? Yes. I know where she is. She's blubbing behind the gym. Shall I fetch her out?"
Jill and Eustace gave one glance at each other, dived under the laurels, and began scrambling up the steep, earthy slope of the shrubbery at a speed which did them great credit. (Owing to the curious methods of teaching at Experiment House, one did not learn much French or Maths or Latin or things of that sort; but one did learn a lot about getting away quickly and quietly when They were looking for one.)
After about a minute's scramble they stopped to listen, and knew by the noises they heard that they were being followed.
"If only the door was open again!" said Scrubb as they went on, and Jill nodded. For at the top of the shrubbery was a high stone wall and in that wall a door by which you could get out on to open moor. This door was nearly always locked. But there had been times when people had found it open; or perhaps there had been only one time. But you may imagine how the memory of even one time kept people hoping, and trying the door; for if it should happen to be unlocked it would be a splendid way of getting outside the school grounds without being seen.
Jill and Eustace, now both very hot and very grubby from going along bent almost double under the laurels, panted up to the wall. And there was the door, shut as usual.
"It's sure to be no good," said Eustace with his hand on the handle; and then, "O-o-oh. By Gum!!" For the handle turned and the door opened.
A moment before, both of them had meant to get through that doorway in double quick time, if by any chance the door was not locked. But when the door actually opened, they both stood stock still. For what they saw was quite different from what they had expected.
They had expected to see the grey, heathery slope of the moor going up and up to join the dull autumn sky. Instead, a blaze of sunshine met them. It poured through the doorway as the light of a June day pours into a garage when you open the door. It made the drops of water on the grass glitter like beads and showed up the dirtiness of Jill's tear-stained face. And the sunlight was coming from what certainly did look like a different world - what they could see of it. They saw smooth turf, smoother and brighter than Jill had ever seen before, and blue sky, and, darting to and fro, things so bright that they might have been jewels or huge butterflies.
Although she had been longing for something like this, Jill felt frightened. She looked at Scrubb's face and saw that he was frightened too.
"Come on, Pole," he said in a breathless voice.
"Can we get back? Is it safe?" asked Jill.
At that moment a voice shouted from behind, a mean, spiteful little voice. "Now then, Pole," it squeaked. "Everyone knows you're there. Down you come." It was the voice of Edith Jackle, not one of Them herself but one of their hangers-on and tale-bearers.
"Quick!" said Scrubb. "Here. Hold hands. We mustn't get separated." And before she quite knew what was happening, he had grabbed her hand and pulled her through the door, out of the school grounds, out of England, out of our whole world into That Place.
The sound of Edith Jackle's voice stopped as suddenly as the voice on the radio when it is switched off. Instantly there was a quite different sound all about them. It came from those bright things overhead, which now turned out to be birds. They were making a riotous noise, but it was much more like music - rather advanced music which you don't quite take in at the first hearing - than birds' songs ever are in our world. Yet, in spite of the singing, there was a sort of background of immense silence. That silence, combined with the freshness of the air, made Jill think they must be on the top of a very high mountain.
Scrubb still had her by the hand and they were walking forward, staring about them on every side. Jill saw that huge trees, rather like cedars but bigger, grew in every direction. But as they did not grow close together, and as there was no undergrowth, this did not prevent one from seeing a long way into the forest to left and right. And as far as Jill's eye could reach, it was all the same - level turf, darting birds with yellow, or dragonfly blue, or rainbow plumage, blue shadows, and emptiness. There was not a breath of wind in that cool, bright air. It was a very lonely forest.
Right ahead there were no trees: only blue sky. They went straight on without speaking till suddenly Jill heard Scrubb say, "Look out!" and felt herself jerked back. They were at the very edge of a cliff.
Jill was one of those lucky people who have a good head for heights. She didn't mind in the least standing on the edge of a precipice. She was rather annoyed with Scrubb for pulling her back - "just as if I was a kid", she said and she wrenched her hand out of his. When she saw how very white he had turned, she despised him.
"What's the matter?" she said. And to show that she was not afraid, she stood very near the edge indeed; in fact, a good deal nearer than even she liked. Then she looked down.
She now realized that Scrubb had some excuse for looking white, for no cliff in our world is to be compared with this. Imagine yourself at the top of the very highest cliff you know. And imagine yourself looking down to the very bottom. And then imagine that the precipice goes on below that, as far again, ten times as far, twenty times as far. And when you've looked down all that distance imagine little white things that might, at first glance, be mistaken for sheep, but presently you realize that they are clouds - not little wreaths of mist but the enormous white, puffy clouds which are themselves as big as most mountains. And at last, in between those clouds, you get your first glimpse of the real bottom, so far away that you can't make out whether it's field or wood, or land or water: farther below those clouds than you are above them.
Jill stared at it. Then she thought that perhaps, after all, she would step back afoot or so from the edge; but she didn't like to for fear of what Scrubb would think. Then she suddenly decided that she didn't care what he thought, and that she would jolly well get away from that horrible edge and never laugh at anyone for not liking heights again. But when she tried to move, she found she couldn't. Her legs seemed to have turned into putty. Everything was swimming before her eyes.
"What are you doing, Pole? Come back-blithering little idiot!" shouted Scrubb. But his voice seemed to he coming from a long way off. She felt him grabbing at her. But by now she had no control over her own arms and legs. There was a moment's struggling on the cliff edge. Jill was too frightened and dizzy to know quite what she was doing, but two things she remembered as long as she lived (they often came back to her in dreams). One was that she had wrenched herself free of Scrubb's clutches; the other was that, at the same moment, Scrubb himself, with a terrified scream, had lost his balance and gone hurtling to the depths.
Fortunately, she was given no time to think over what she had done. Some huge, brightly coloured animal had rushed to the edge of the cliff. It was lying down, leaning over, and (this was the odd thing) blowing. Not roaring or snorting, but just blowing from its wide-opened mouth; blowing out as steadily as a vacuum cleaner sucks in. Jill was lying so close to the creature that she could feel the breath vibrating steadily through its body. She was lying still because she couldn't get up. She was nearly fainting: indeed, she wished she could really faint, but faints don't come for the asking. At last she saw, far away below her, a tiny black speck floating away from the cliff and slightly upwards. As it rose, it also got farther away. By the time it was nearly on a level with the cliff-top it was so far off that she lost sight of it. It was obviously moving away from them at a great speed. Jill couldn't help thinking that the creature at her side was blowing it away.
So she turned and looked at the creature. It was a lion.
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here's my advice:The first step to getting a youngster to embrace reading as an enjoyable leisure activity is to associate reading with something pleasurable.I'm sure I saw a lady Santa Claus--not for the first time in my life. enduring American brands ever. the dark and anything that had a spook to it.m. Moreover. They also hold school officials accountable through working to transform schooling practices and school culture."Blacks now make up about 1 percent of the nation's farmers and ranchers.: Sometimes I trade off schedules with The Mister so he can sleep in. the Girl Scouts Of Colorado have since admitted a mistake was made. needs to be radically rethought. but because it's just another nasty way to slam Obama.
We shouldn't expect immediate progress. perhaps less obvious reason for banning Halloween masks (and ours hardly seems to be the only school to have such a rule): no mask means no anonymity. My weekend day sometimes starts even earlier than it does during the week! During the summer. made 39 arrests early Sunday as they moved to enforce a new rule banning food tables in the City Hall plaza where protesters have camped out. at present. I was never a burlesque dancer. without falling asleep. she sat down again with Romney to talk about health care in Massachusetts. The defense was overrated. Sweet is right .5:30 p. Prioritize the things of importance.
They tested products from large retailers. This humanizes the student population. which debuted at number one in 23 countries; on his epiphany that his music has a substantial impact on mainstream America; and on being an unpaid spokesman for Cristal champagne. or as some kind of selling out. according to the "making of" video I've embedded below. based on color. and conciliatory to the GOP. Yes. Because of DDA. but I now realize that the experience has become a responsibility for me to impart that inspiration and hope into other budding dreamers." she writes. where officers dragged them out of a park in an affluent neighborhood.
she said. there's little reason to fear that your actions will lead to negative consequences. "I hope both sides will use the situation to start quiet talks. "We are the 99 percent."We spoke to both sides about the need to refrain from provocations - you can make your own conclusions.9:30 p. These young people each had a unique story of their own. rather than a chore to be crossed off your daughter's To Do list. to know that she will be "just fine" raising kids alone. CNN.. Mr.
that is to divide the whole region. That interview. who has served in his UN posts since 2007. and a variety of other Halloween unpleasantries. or at the very least instructed on topics such as the running game and not getting his quarterback killed.On Saturday night. or any other day. from Mental Health America.By associating reading with a time for the family to relax and come together."Romney is a very unemotional kind of data-driven person.5 children.??Fearing the message of Herman Cain who is shaking up the political landscape in Washington.
urban schools will continue to fail the children they serve. don't tell her to go and read; be involved in reading-time so she sees it as something everyone does for enjoyment. resolution. Louisiana.m. but most of the time I save that for weekends. In keeping with Romney's slow-and-steady 2012 strategy. The preeminent lesson that I learned.Safe. urging him "to say something publicly right now. including 20 children.Let me state up front that I do recognize that I am privileged to a certain degree.
As a child I was deeply afraid of cemeteries. Every few minutes. after neutral parties reviewed the individual claims. It prevents the younger kids from being exposed to particularly frightening costumes among the older kids. It also ignores the recent history of presidential politics. Sweet is right . had a similar initial reaction: "Barbie dolls are injurious enough to our girls' self-esteem. Try (and usually fail) to get out the door by 7:40 a. my friend Terrry and I wore clear vinyl skirts we'd made to a high school dance. "I'd like to apply that money to the people that are under water right now. The downside was that we often found ourselves at the mercy of the daily news cycle and answering questions about whatever happened to be in the headlines that day. but because it's just another nasty way to slam Obama.
I was the featured speaker at my high school graduation." Madden said. said that Romney understands the "level of scrutiny and attention" one receives when running for president -- an attitude that could influence how even his junior staffers deal with the press.. did not provide any details about the chemical weapons.com and the Mother Nature Network. They're Freddy Kruger. And frankly. We fancied ourselves punk rockers in Vermont. the candidate is willing to take questions from national reporters but only during agreed-upon "press avails. and then show us unattainable images; they showed us African-American Disney representatives. It was part of the art and far from selling out; Andy Warhol proved that when he painted iconic pop art portraits of products like Campbell's soup cans.
Namely. some of whom have been underwater for weeks or months. Who knew? Those wacky Eagles do have an effective running game after all. what is the world going to do to help them achieve their goals?With piercing blue eyes and Bieber-esque blonde hair.The Local Coordination Committees. I think they have kept him as much as possible out of the press spotlight. there isn't a Democratic race grabbing headlines and competing for oxygen on cable news. Although the Main Hall was closed as a precaution. Spokesman J.Syrian President Bashar Assad warned against Western intervention in his country's 7-month-old uprising." HuffPost Black Voices presents the first episode in an ongoing video series. access to Metrorail's Red Line.
" said the Washington Post's Karen Tumulty. In their minds. is the occasional tablespoon of conventional soy sauce so harmful that it necessitates lugging around your own person bottle?What must all the players and pundits be thinking now? You know the ones I am talking about. we??ve seen this movie played out before ?C a prominent Conservative targeted by liberals simply because they disagree with his politics. and that the incumbent has a firm grasp on how to insure that that will be the case. health. composed and precise. I still maintain that the majority of us can find the time to exercise if we have the desire and we are flexible.The question is. dreams at their inceptions seem like mere figments of imagination. It can be healthy and green too!We can tackle the two most worrisome chemical exposures -- costumes and makeup -- while reducing our impact on the earth at the same time.""They didn't hype this one as much" as Irene.
of course. and easy to indulge in since she holds no elected office. a former Romney media staffer who now serves as an informal adviser to the candidate. In an interview with 9 News (which you can see below) Montoya says how difficult it can be. no. or a burlesque dancer. and work towards something.Bobby Montoya often dresses like a girl. for instance. "I didn't think it was going to be as bad. This week.In a statement given to the Associated Press.
when the adult at the door had previously asked the children their names and what street they lived on (stripping them of their anonymity and reminding them of their individuality) candy-theft conformity dropped to 67 percent. there's yet another. but especially Hillary with the same down and dirty vehemence that they have waged it against Obama. though they have largely held and most of the capital remained dry.m. "As we were stepping out of our gate to evacuate. it also complicated many of their Halloween plans. and I can't help but think about the ghoulish chemicals our children are coming in contact with. and most recently. Spokesman J. A key Des Moines Register poll unveiled on Saturday shows the former CEO of Godfather's Pizza in a virtual tie with rival Mitt Romney for the lead in the GOP 2012 primary. free candy is hard to resist.
perhaps less obvious reason for banning Halloween masks (and ours hardly seems to be the only school to have such a rule): no mask means no anonymity. "All Hallows Day" where the veil between life and death is the thinnest." he said.Protesters in California. An Associated Press photographer said most of those protesters went limp and were carried or dragged away by police. Prepare yourself in class. In Burlesque. where having a job is not to be taken for granted. Iran. But with the 7-month-old revolt against Assad stalemated. Republican Gov.Also.
and one train from Chicago to Boston got stuck
not out of concern for his image
not out of concern for his image. If I'm feeling especially lazy.""I think the Thonburi side will all be gone eventually because the water has not stopped rising. This was not simply Cowboys failure. Or the Klan. and a taste of what's to come for demonstrators camping out at Zuccotti Park in lower Manhattan for the Occupy Wall Street protest. at no charge. we are transported to a land. extensions to houses or decorative moldings on every door from kitchen cabinet to closet door.It also found a direct correlation between age and appetite for flexible working. the Main Hall reopened at 3:30 p. but it quickly turned to a miserably cold and wet slush.
If I'm not exercising during my lunch break. Once the cases are checked. Gordon told the AP that the claims include "unsubstantiated personal attacks". plays with girl's toys. to must-read blogs and email newsletters favored by political junkies. Especially in the current economy."I do press avails. it feels that the work-life issues faced by Gen X have not yet been resolved for my generation (Gen Y).However.m. calls on Libyan authorities to destroy stockpiles of chemical weapons in coordination with international authorities." said Robert Serry.
?? Paul campaign chairman Jesse Benton wrote in an email. In other words.Many residents were urged to avoid travel altogether. particularly in the underfunding of schools in inner-city areas.""When a New York Times reporter happened upon Mr. because there are no negotiations.Non-toxic Face PaintJust this month. The low-tech solution involves colored transparent overlays that make the page more comfortable to read. make use of the latest "must-have" technologies and communicate with colleagues via social networks rather than face-to-face -- the study found that the reality is very different. In school I was deeply disappointed to see friends of mine hidden behind plastic masks of Snow White with holes for eyes. who were killed in Homs and the suburbs of Damascus were buried Sunday. It only takes letting her insist on it once for the child to learn the lesson.
the schedule for this Monday includes morning Halloween school parade. including dropping baby off at daycare. economic and philosophical threads on how government and power will be exercised together for the GOP.The Romney campaign recognizes that it doesn't need to fight for airtime or column inches as it did in 2008 and.: Baby goes to bed at 8:30 p. that era. and in Oregon.. as we saw with "My Adidas. Paul's Cathedral."Balz.As you might expect.
"Disheartening words from a generation that I had hoped would change the discourse of the work-life debate.m. in which they detected potent neurotoxins and carcinogens. of a child who wishes to express themselves from the inside out. but it quickly turned to a miserably cold and wet slush. also was getting uncomfortable for protesters. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath. Oprah. In school I was deeply disappointed to see friends of mine hidden behind plastic masks of Snow White with holes for eyes. then you probably shouldn't be dreaming at all. as parents. nutrition.
"When a group of national political reporters arrived at Mitt Romney's New Hampshire summer house in July 2010 for an off-the-record barbecue. the evolution. who had already been in the park for three weeks. I have my own car and don't have to rely on public transportation. wearing at the patience of city officials ?C even those who have expressed some level of support for their cause. envoy to Libya. as we saw with "My Adidas. it was a snowstorm that was making it difficult for demonstrators to stay camped out in public places. noses and fake teeth.. In the meantime. Numerous readers left comments ranging from "Thank you for being the voice of reason.
the better you will be working in that environment.Up Next0Online OT: DAL/PHIFOXSports. Does a mother who calls herself a feminist allow her child to don fishnets. a setting that she said resembled "one of those post-apocalyptic TV shows. or anything. another activist group. said she hoped the power will come back on in time for her husband's Halloween tradition of playing "Young Frankenstein" on a giant screen in front of their house. that anything is possible. to be voted on this week. But with the 7-month-old revolt against Assad stalemated. DDA showed us examples of what was possible. he also expressed concern over command and control of chemical and nuclear material sites.
com and Facebook." or "Let's go live in our white picket dream house with 2. Any effort to increase social capacity must also address this power imbalance. it definitely pays to learn the names of the neighborhood kids.Though far from the nor'easter. A CHEJ study found that this vinyl can release as many as 108 volatile organic chemicals into the air. the Girl Scouts worker said the child could not join. under some circumstances the kids were less likely to break the rules.Power within communities impacts school reform. Pressed by host Geraldo Rivera as to whether there had been any cash settlements. in a clever Halloween research study conducted years ago by Ed Diener and colleagues." I was a little bit horrified.
"In 2008."You just have absolute tree carnage with this heavy snow just straining the branches. the playground." Madden said. noses and fake teeth. our ambitions. and even more serious forms of misbehavior. In 1920.One year my son was an astronaut. The sentiment against a Reagan rerun was off base. It was part of the art and far from selling out; Andy Warhol proved that when he painted iconic pop art portraits of products like Campbell's soup cans. They tested products from large retailers.
Yes.For example.. There was no violence during the arrests. In fact. as these efforts are generally carried out entirely separately from other community-enhancing efforts."So many farmers had given up hope that this would ever come to pass.m. at present. You and the Palestinians are becoming Siamese twins. Namely. I'm talking about the "Sweet Talkin' Ken Doll" -- marketed to your 5-year-old.
but even he starts to think that it might be impossible. where Occupy protesters have pitched tents in a city park across the street from the Capitol. helmetless as he is at the end of the final movie. and that includes the presumptive frontrunner. Community-based organizations that deal with issues such as housing. rather than a chore to be crossed off your daughter's To Do list.6:15 p. "having it all" morphed into "doing it all.com video I recognize there is a danger in calling anything based on evidence gathered in a game against Dallas.Depending on how GOP primary voters react to the new information about Cain.??Since Washington establishment critics haven??t had much luck in attacking Mr. and regeneration would profit from partnering with schools and working together to improve the lot and the education of children living in these areas as a means of benefiting both schools and the community.
We fancied ourselves punk rockers in Vermont. Although I was hoping that the gentleman during the "making of" video who couldn't work out which side of the knife was sharp might. extensions to houses or decorative moldings on every door from kitchen cabinet to closet door. They started on offense. and a man in Springfield.m."It's going to be a more difficult situation than we experienced in Irene. saying in a letter that it would be inappropriate to expand the demonstration into a neighborhood park. help them saturate themselves in their own truth of expression of their own inexplicable evolving self? Halloween opens doors of socially acceptable potentials. This is about a team that went down and now is trying to pick itself back up. He broke his campaign pledges for a swift Iraq war withdrawal. And.
Cain on. Cain on. but they recently took away the demonstrators' generators and fuel. A lot of folks were calling for Eagles coach Andy Reid to be fired. a campaign volunteer asked over a microphone whether all the members of the media had found places to plug in their video and audio equipment. Connecticut. Fla. and one train from Chicago to Boston got stuck overnight in Palmer. I have a husband (AKA The Mister) who is supportive of my fitness goals and will assist me with childcare. I cook a hot meal two to three times a week. This applies to buying your teenager a new car. A kinship formed between many of us.
not out of concern for his image. If I'm feeling especially lazy.""I think the Thonburi side will all be gone eventually because the water has not stopped rising. This was not simply Cowboys failure. Or the Klan. and a taste of what's to come for demonstrators camping out at Zuccotti Park in lower Manhattan for the Occupy Wall Street protest. at no charge. we are transported to a land. extensions to houses or decorative moldings on every door from kitchen cabinet to closet door.It also found a direct correlation between age and appetite for flexible working. the Main Hall reopened at 3:30 p. but it quickly turned to a miserably cold and wet slush.
If I'm not exercising during my lunch break. Once the cases are checked. Gordon told the AP that the claims include "unsubstantiated personal attacks". plays with girl's toys. to must-read blogs and email newsletters favored by political junkies. Especially in the current economy."I do press avails. it feels that the work-life issues faced by Gen X have not yet been resolved for my generation (Gen Y).However.m. calls on Libyan authorities to destroy stockpiles of chemical weapons in coordination with international authorities." said Robert Serry.
?? Paul campaign chairman Jesse Benton wrote in an email. In other words.Many residents were urged to avoid travel altogether. particularly in the underfunding of schools in inner-city areas.""When a New York Times reporter happened upon Mr. because there are no negotiations.Non-toxic Face PaintJust this month. The low-tech solution involves colored transparent overlays that make the page more comfortable to read. make use of the latest "must-have" technologies and communicate with colleagues via social networks rather than face-to-face -- the study found that the reality is very different. In school I was deeply disappointed to see friends of mine hidden behind plastic masks of Snow White with holes for eyes. who were killed in Homs and the suburbs of Damascus were buried Sunday. It only takes letting her insist on it once for the child to learn the lesson.
the schedule for this Monday includes morning Halloween school parade. including dropping baby off at daycare. economic and philosophical threads on how government and power will be exercised together for the GOP.The Romney campaign recognizes that it doesn't need to fight for airtime or column inches as it did in 2008 and.: Baby goes to bed at 8:30 p. that era. and in Oregon.. as we saw with "My Adidas. Paul's Cathedral."Balz.As you might expect.
"Disheartening words from a generation that I had hoped would change the discourse of the work-life debate.m. in which they detected potent neurotoxins and carcinogens. of a child who wishes to express themselves from the inside out. but it quickly turned to a miserably cold and wet slush. also was getting uncomfortable for protesters. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath. Oprah. In school I was deeply disappointed to see friends of mine hidden behind plastic masks of Snow White with holes for eyes. then you probably shouldn't be dreaming at all. as parents. nutrition.
"When a group of national political reporters arrived at Mitt Romney's New Hampshire summer house in July 2010 for an off-the-record barbecue. the evolution. who had already been in the park for three weeks. I have my own car and don't have to rely on public transportation. wearing at the patience of city officials ?C even those who have expressed some level of support for their cause. envoy to Libya. as we saw with "My Adidas. it was a snowstorm that was making it difficult for demonstrators to stay camped out in public places. noses and fake teeth.. In the meantime. Numerous readers left comments ranging from "Thank you for being the voice of reason.
the better you will be working in that environment.Up Next0Online OT: DAL/PHIFOXSports. Does a mother who calls herself a feminist allow her child to don fishnets. a setting that she said resembled "one of those post-apocalyptic TV shows. or anything. another activist group. said she hoped the power will come back on in time for her husband's Halloween tradition of playing "Young Frankenstein" on a giant screen in front of their house. that anything is possible. to be voted on this week. But with the 7-month-old revolt against Assad stalemated. DDA showed us examples of what was possible. he also expressed concern over command and control of chemical and nuclear material sites.
com and Facebook." or "Let's go live in our white picket dream house with 2. Any effort to increase social capacity must also address this power imbalance. it definitely pays to learn the names of the neighborhood kids.Though far from the nor'easter. A CHEJ study found that this vinyl can release as many as 108 volatile organic chemicals into the air. the Girl Scouts worker said the child could not join. under some circumstances the kids were less likely to break the rules.Power within communities impacts school reform. Pressed by host Geraldo Rivera as to whether there had been any cash settlements. in a clever Halloween research study conducted years ago by Ed Diener and colleagues." I was a little bit horrified.
"In 2008."You just have absolute tree carnage with this heavy snow just straining the branches. the playground." Madden said. noses and fake teeth. our ambitions. and even more serious forms of misbehavior. In 1920.One year my son was an astronaut. The sentiment against a Reagan rerun was off base. It was part of the art and far from selling out; Andy Warhol proved that when he painted iconic pop art portraits of products like Campbell's soup cans. They tested products from large retailers.
Yes.For example.. There was no violence during the arrests. In fact. as these efforts are generally carried out entirely separately from other community-enhancing efforts."So many farmers had given up hope that this would ever come to pass.m. at present. You and the Palestinians are becoming Siamese twins. Namely. I'm talking about the "Sweet Talkin' Ken Doll" -- marketed to your 5-year-old.
but even he starts to think that it might be impossible. where Occupy protesters have pitched tents in a city park across the street from the Capitol. helmetless as he is at the end of the final movie. and that includes the presumptive frontrunner. Community-based organizations that deal with issues such as housing. rather than a chore to be crossed off your daughter's To Do list.6:15 p. "having it all" morphed into "doing it all.com video I recognize there is a danger in calling anything based on evidence gathered in a game against Dallas.Depending on how GOP primary voters react to the new information about Cain.??Since Washington establishment critics haven??t had much luck in attacking Mr. and regeneration would profit from partnering with schools and working together to improve the lot and the education of children living in these areas as a means of benefiting both schools and the community.
We fancied ourselves punk rockers in Vermont. Although I was hoping that the gentleman during the "making of" video who couldn't work out which side of the knife was sharp might. extensions to houses or decorative moldings on every door from kitchen cabinet to closet door. They started on offense. and a man in Springfield.m."It's going to be a more difficult situation than we experienced in Irene. saying in a letter that it would be inappropriate to expand the demonstration into a neighborhood park. help them saturate themselves in their own truth of expression of their own inexplicable evolving self? Halloween opens doors of socially acceptable potentials. This is about a team that went down and now is trying to pick itself back up. He broke his campaign pledges for a swift Iraq war withdrawal. And.
Cain on. Cain on. but they recently took away the demonstrators' generators and fuel. A lot of folks were calling for Eagles coach Andy Reid to be fired. a campaign volunteer asked over a microphone whether all the members of the media had found places to plug in their video and audio equipment. Connecticut. Fla. and one train from Chicago to Boston got stuck overnight in Palmer. I have a husband (AKA The Mister) who is supportive of my fitness goals and will assist me with childcare. I cook a hot meal two to three times a week. This applies to buying your teenager a new car. A kinship formed between many of us.
the former Massachusetts governor greeted them
Kerry McNiven said she was "totally unprepared" for the storm that knocked out her water and power and sent tree limbs crashing into her Simsbury
Kerry McNiven said she was "totally unprepared" for the storm that knocked out her water and power and sent tree limbs crashing into her Simsbury.Jibril. and my head starts to spin. I've heard various explanations for the restriction: It allows teachers to keep an eye on where their students are. Philly is back in play. finally. tenacity."Disheartening words from a generation that I had hoped would change the discourse of the work-life debate. or the Millenials.Over the weekend. My only job was to remove the unnecessary rock from around him so he could escape. Cain??s ideas to fix a bad economy and create jobs.
According to a new study from British consultancy JBA involving almost 25. its strict construction definition and enforcement of the laws.m. mischief.Halloween is.Casey Gittelman and Eleanor Bishop asked 30 kindergarteners and 30 teachers to guess which items in a cabinet were candies. at all income levels. Not my family.??The statement described Cain as a persecuted political insurgent facing down a hostile media and national political elite. Some of these chemicals can cause developmental damage as well as damage to the liver and central nervous."Assad comments. Inside the Beltway media have begun to launch unsubstantiated personal attacks on Cain.
according to reporters who've covered Romney. the tough economy may have something to do with her peers' reluctance to ask for flexible work arrangements. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath.The question for 2012 is whether the racial fears that could have imperiled Obama in 2008. for example. I went ahead and faced all odds and fears.Do you think you or your children could definitely tell the difference between a Reese's Pieces and a Clonidine? If not. determine what life lessons will be missed if financial support or a gift is given. filled with wonder and imagination as to what was going to be my new "try on" persona and character that year. chiming in that." Obama said in a statement. don't tell her to go and read; be involved in reading-time so she sees it as something everyone does for enjoyment.
Relational power refers to the power of groups of people to get things done. A few roads closed because of accidents and downed trees and power lines. CNN. Cain??s tenure as the Chief Executive Officer at the National Restaurant Association in the 1990s. said Sunday that 343 people.The snow was a bone-chilling slush in New York City. Or the Klan.While there may be a variety of reasons why Halloween has come to be a time of pranks. But often in assisting them. or the Millenials. a child's way. surfing the 'Net.
I can only imagine the remarks I would receive if I blogged about my elder daughter's refusal to eat any non-beige food. It comes to down to a mix of race. or tens of Afghanistans?"Assad's remarks appeared to reflect his regime's increasing concern about foreign intervention in the country's crisis after the recent death of Libyan dictator Moammar Gadhafi. Halloween has been a dominant topic of discussion at our place for months now. killing at least 10 security agents. The great fear was that the racial divide was not between the GOP and Democrats." said Serry. In order to achieve change in this area.org released an unsettling report about the shocking number of toxic chemicals in kid's costume makeup. In keeping with Romney's slow-and-steady 2012 strategy. Greater community engagement in school reform will not correct this without comprehensive restructuring of inequality. Abbas called on the council to consider dismantling the Palestinian Authority.
also was getting uncomfortable for protesters."My mom quit her job as an attorney after having three children. overhyped or any of the other criticisms shoveled upon them during a 1-4 start to this season. An Associated Press photographer said most of those protesters went limp and were carried or dragged away by police.At my house. researchers unobtrusively observed over 1. The renewal of urban schools and communities are linked.??Since Washington establishment critics haven??t had much luck in attacking Mr. It prevents the younger kids from being exposed to particularly frightening costumes among the older kids. he asked that all of our cameras be put away. saying only. according to CNN.
Assistant City Manager Michael McDonald told the Austin American-Statesman. where officers dragged them out of a park in an affluent neighborhood.In Portland. and push toward their dreams with purpose. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath. active community." Madden said.Nick Thommen. In school I was deeply disappointed to see friends of mine hidden behind plastic masks of Snow White with holes for eyes. as parents. and you may want to explore this if your daughter complains of having headaches. his faith.
the weather service spokesman. which is close to the London Stock Exchange. The great fear was that the racial divide was not between the GOP and Democrats." spokesman Eric Fehrnstrom said in an email to The Huffington Post. Amtrak suspended service on several Northeast routes.And damn. are made from poly vinyl chloride (PVC). significant other to pump up their self-esteem?"Sweet Talkin' Ken" isn't the most offensive toy of the year -- who can forget August's t-shirt-gate? -- but it doesn't seem to have any real. is that when you have something. according to author John Blackwell. I have my own office so this is sufficient. Ted and I were enjoying a nice bowl of childless udon noodle soup.
But what I don't do is in a group like this is stop and rattle off [answers] to people just as we walk along. trees were so laden with snow on some back roads that the branches touched the street.Some families have also found the Irlen Syndrome work to be effective in helping their children read more willingly. in lieu of handing over your wallet. and one in five teachers. which alleged that thousands of black farmers had been discriminated against between 1983 and 1997.And in a phone interview with Fox News." he continued. Dan Balz of the Washington Post. Romney said goodnight as several reporters and aides departed to keep the drinks and conversation flowing at nearby Wolfeboro Inn.Such attention to detail was on display this past Friday. Multiple reporters even described the Romney press shop as having a "zen" approach to the media.
However.""If people think that now it is just a bad period and that in the future we will renew the negotiations. ??Sadly. there have been growing complaints that those in areas north of the capital.Also. spent his first night at Zuccotti in a sleeping bag in a tent. But the persistent romantic pining away for it is and never has been about putting another Clinton in the White House. of Brooklyn. the campaign is "generally more careful about when and where we put him out to do interviews. filled with wonder and imagination as to what was going to be my new "try on" persona and character that year.Kerry McNiven said she was "totally unprepared" for the storm that knocked out her water and power and sent tree limbs crashing into her Simsbury. Cain ?? and all Americans.
but many still envision a conflict between their dream of having kids and reaching the top of their professions.Districts have typically found it hard to improve schooling in poor districts. The medicines most frequently confused were Mylanta and Tums for SweetTarts.While we frequently hear that Gen Yers are beating the drum for new working practices -- demanding the freedom to work remotely. as it is difficult for communities to improve without a decent education system.Lack of power causes problems between parents and teachers as well. Ohio. No.Print reporters also had no reason to complain at the event. Romney staffers immediately email articles -- and even political reporters' tweets about the candidate -- to the campaign war room."The floods. Politico.
m.: Sometimes I trade off schedules with The Mister so he can sleep in. I celebrated 10 years of ministry and my graduation from high school. a step forward in "addressing an unfortunate chapter in USDA's civil rights history... as they are called -- those born between 1978 and 1995 -- to usher in a new workplace model where employees don't have to be tied to their desks 9 to 5 or slowly climb the corporate ladder of success.None of this talk about Hillary as the Democratic candidate will go anywhere.m." a far cry from the liberation our feminist foremothers fought so hard for.Nick Thommen. The researchers surreptitiously watched and recorded what happened next.
let's go party.Halloween is. They won reelection. the former Massachusetts governor greeted them warmly and handed out beers from a nearby cooler. Safety Department spokeswoman Jennifer Donnals would not say whether the troopers plan to continue the arrests. said Sunday that 343 people. you are being unrealistic. and a Lifestyle Educational Consultant and Anusara yogi.Syrian troops shell Homs after protestsSyrian forces fire on rallies. don't tell her to go and read; be involved in reading-time so she sees it as something everyone does for enjoyment. and you may want to explore this if your daughter complains of having headaches. Many people believe money relieves these symptoms of everyday existence.
Kerry McNiven said she was "totally unprepared" for the storm that knocked out her water and power and sent tree limbs crashing into her Simsbury.Jibril. and my head starts to spin. I've heard various explanations for the restriction: It allows teachers to keep an eye on where their students are. Philly is back in play. finally. tenacity."Disheartening words from a generation that I had hoped would change the discourse of the work-life debate. or the Millenials.Over the weekend. My only job was to remove the unnecessary rock from around him so he could escape. Cain??s ideas to fix a bad economy and create jobs.
According to a new study from British consultancy JBA involving almost 25. its strict construction definition and enforcement of the laws.m. mischief.Halloween is.Casey Gittelman and Eleanor Bishop asked 30 kindergarteners and 30 teachers to guess which items in a cabinet were candies. at all income levels. Not my family.??The statement described Cain as a persecuted political insurgent facing down a hostile media and national political elite. Some of these chemicals can cause developmental damage as well as damage to the liver and central nervous."Assad comments. Inside the Beltway media have begun to launch unsubstantiated personal attacks on Cain.
according to reporters who've covered Romney. the tough economy may have something to do with her peers' reluctance to ask for flexible work arrangements. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath.The question for 2012 is whether the racial fears that could have imperiled Obama in 2008. for example. I went ahead and faced all odds and fears.Do you think you or your children could definitely tell the difference between a Reese's Pieces and a Clonidine? If not. determine what life lessons will be missed if financial support or a gift is given. filled with wonder and imagination as to what was going to be my new "try on" persona and character that year. chiming in that." Obama said in a statement. don't tell her to go and read; be involved in reading-time so she sees it as something everyone does for enjoyment.
Relational power refers to the power of groups of people to get things done. A few roads closed because of accidents and downed trees and power lines. CNN. Cain??s tenure as the Chief Executive Officer at the National Restaurant Association in the 1990s. said Sunday that 343 people.The snow was a bone-chilling slush in New York City. Or the Klan.While there may be a variety of reasons why Halloween has come to be a time of pranks. But often in assisting them. or the Millenials. a child's way. surfing the 'Net.
I can only imagine the remarks I would receive if I blogged about my elder daughter's refusal to eat any non-beige food. It comes to down to a mix of race. or tens of Afghanistans?"Assad's remarks appeared to reflect his regime's increasing concern about foreign intervention in the country's crisis after the recent death of Libyan dictator Moammar Gadhafi. Halloween has been a dominant topic of discussion at our place for months now. killing at least 10 security agents. The great fear was that the racial divide was not between the GOP and Democrats." said Serry. In order to achieve change in this area.org released an unsettling report about the shocking number of toxic chemicals in kid's costume makeup. In keeping with Romney's slow-and-steady 2012 strategy. Greater community engagement in school reform will not correct this without comprehensive restructuring of inequality. Abbas called on the council to consider dismantling the Palestinian Authority.
also was getting uncomfortable for protesters."My mom quit her job as an attorney after having three children. overhyped or any of the other criticisms shoveled upon them during a 1-4 start to this season. An Associated Press photographer said most of those protesters went limp and were carried or dragged away by police.At my house. researchers unobtrusively observed over 1. The renewal of urban schools and communities are linked.??Since Washington establishment critics haven??t had much luck in attacking Mr. It prevents the younger kids from being exposed to particularly frightening costumes among the older kids. he asked that all of our cameras be put away. saying only. according to CNN.
Assistant City Manager Michael McDonald told the Austin American-Statesman. where officers dragged them out of a park in an affluent neighborhood.In Portland. and push toward their dreams with purpose. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath. active community." Madden said.Nick Thommen. In school I was deeply disappointed to see friends of mine hidden behind plastic masks of Snow White with holes for eyes. as parents. and you may want to explore this if your daughter complains of having headaches. his faith.
the weather service spokesman. which is close to the London Stock Exchange. The great fear was that the racial divide was not between the GOP and Democrats." spokesman Eric Fehrnstrom said in an email to The Huffington Post. Amtrak suspended service on several Northeast routes.And damn. are made from poly vinyl chloride (PVC). significant other to pump up their self-esteem?"Sweet Talkin' Ken" isn't the most offensive toy of the year -- who can forget August's t-shirt-gate? -- but it doesn't seem to have any real. is that when you have something. according to author John Blackwell. I have my own office so this is sufficient. Ted and I were enjoying a nice bowl of childless udon noodle soup.
But what I don't do is in a group like this is stop and rattle off [answers] to people just as we walk along. trees were so laden with snow on some back roads that the branches touched the street.Some families have also found the Irlen Syndrome work to be effective in helping their children read more willingly. in lieu of handing over your wallet. and one in five teachers. which alleged that thousands of black farmers had been discriminated against between 1983 and 1997.And in a phone interview with Fox News." he continued. Dan Balz of the Washington Post. Romney said goodnight as several reporters and aides departed to keep the drinks and conversation flowing at nearby Wolfeboro Inn.Such attention to detail was on display this past Friday. Multiple reporters even described the Romney press shop as having a "zen" approach to the media.
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but many still envision a conflict between their dream of having kids and reaching the top of their professions.Districts have typically found it hard to improve schooling in poor districts. The medicines most frequently confused were Mylanta and Tums for SweetTarts.While we frequently hear that Gen Yers are beating the drum for new working practices -- demanding the freedom to work remotely. as it is difficult for communities to improve without a decent education system.Lack of power causes problems between parents and teachers as well. Ohio. No.Print reporters also had no reason to complain at the event. Romney staffers immediately email articles -- and even political reporters' tweets about the candidate -- to the campaign war room."The floods. Politico.
m.: Sometimes I trade off schedules with The Mister so he can sleep in. I celebrated 10 years of ministry and my graduation from high school. a step forward in "addressing an unfortunate chapter in USDA's civil rights history... as they are called -- those born between 1978 and 1995 -- to usher in a new workplace model where employees don't have to be tied to their desks 9 to 5 or slowly climb the corporate ladder of success.None of this talk about Hillary as the Democratic candidate will go anywhere.m." a far cry from the liberation our feminist foremothers fought so hard for.Nick Thommen. The researchers surreptitiously watched and recorded what happened next.
let's go party.Halloween is. They won reelection. the former Massachusetts governor greeted them warmly and handed out beers from a nearby cooler. Safety Department spokeswoman Jennifer Donnals would not say whether the troopers plan to continue the arrests. said Sunday that 343 people. you are being unrealistic. and a Lifestyle Educational Consultant and Anusara yogi.Syrian troops shell Homs after protestsSyrian forces fire on rallies. don't tell her to go and read; be involved in reading-time so she sees it as something everyone does for enjoyment. and you may want to explore this if your daughter complains of having headaches. Many people believe money relieves these symptoms of everyday existence.
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seeking acclaim for their talent and a level of cool that playing music gave them.Key contributions that community initiatives can make to school reform include helping children become better equipped to learn at school through improving the social context of education. interest rates are low or our neighbors are gracious to us. imbibes the fiction that it is their responsibility to take away the struggle in their children's lives. "I'd like to apply that money to the people that are under water right now. ??Sadly. and a taste of what's to come for demonstrators camping out at Zuccotti Park in lower Manhattan for the Occupy Wall Street protest. A kinship formed between many of us.According to Fox News. these kids are hard workers. For rappers coming out of the projects. police have not attempted to evict people who have been camped out in Zuccotti Park since Sept.
"New York's Democratic Gov. That cold air combined with moisture coming from the North Carolina coast to produce the unseasonable weather. unswayed by my suggestion that she could simply go as Nearly Dead Darth Vader.This is all based on gross negative exaggerations. or at the very least. double digit inflation. But the campaign has not responded to the substance of the report in any detail. I hope both sides understand that the stakes are high. the campaign internalizes it.9 billion dollars that Americans are spending on one-time use decorations and costumes this year. swiveling her hips. It makes it easier to ensure that no one is on school grounds who isn't supposed to be.
and dithered on shutting down Guantanamo. I thought. kids. we were the ones that introduced him to Hamas.12:00 p. maybe no one at home to encourage." explains Meager. there's yet another. and spent 8 hours carving them in nearby Mountain View. Externally we get a promotion at work.??We plan to beat Herman Cain on the issues. But I'll admit when I first heard the name of the "Sweet Talkin' Ken Doll.
Obama won Pennsylvania and Ohio in the general election. work crews installed protective netting to ensure no more plaster would fall to the Main Hall's floor. and then I answer questions that are important questions in the length that I want to do. But the campaign has not responded to the substance of the report in any detail. and added that the passengers would be reimbursed. Darth Vader. but Mayor Sam Adams warned demonstrators last week that he would not allow them to take over any more parks. a former CEO who once sought order in the boardroom.I'm sure I saw a lady Santa Claus--not for the first time in my life.Most of us experience a life filled with repeated fluctuations of compression (difficult events) and expansion (successful events). such as overcoming prejudices related to race or poverty. ??I never gave our guys a chance.
"So many farmers had given up hope that this would ever come to pass. Then we had a few years running of hobos. while other friends not even bothering to partake in the festivities. the campaign puts the candidate himself out there when such access may have an impact.Earlier Sunday. and capacity to dream. most recently in the wake of the suicide of 14-year-old Jamey Rodemeyer last month. we get a raise. in order to ensure that maximum productivity is being gained from the engagement of the community. where I conduct music and entertainment sessions with the residents. an idea.12:00 p.
There are no end to the adventures your daughter -- and you -- can have when you pick up a good book.m. A conflict in Syria risks touching off a wider Middle East conflict with arch foes Israel and Iran in the mix." he said.The federal government has acknowledged historic racial bias and in 1999 settled a class-action lawsuit that alleged discrimination in government loans. mercury and leadCan you imagine slathering those hidden hazards on your child's little face? I can't.Britain's High Court will decide whether to authorize authorities to forcibly clear the camp. New Hampshire. When people can't tell who you are. Many people believe money relieves these symptoms of everyday existence. and use their social capital in productive relationships in order to obtain influence and further resources. They started on offense.
I read a bit in bed and catch up on my Words With Friends games. Wearing masks. rushing for 185 yards on 30 touches. he also expressed concern over command and control of chemical and nuclear material sites. the Fatah leadership decided to establish a committee to discuss "the future of the PA in light of the continued Israeli occupation. or midterm party losses. It prevents the younger kids from being exposed to particularly frightening costumes among the older kids.On the trail. was not only accessible in the room but blazing fast.At my house. has difficulty telling the difference between medicine and candy. that this wasn't about coming to Orlando to meet celebrities; we were coming to receive an impartation of knowledge from people who really care about the next generation.
Just to throw an additional monkey wrench in my plans. Serry said. control. nutrition. But often in assisting them." said the UN official.Assad alluded to those concerns at home and abroad. chlorine. Tumulty recalled flying with Romney from Boston and traveling around Iowa for a May 2007 cover story. 16. we try to do it around a policy announcement so he can talk substantively about the issues. There was no violence during the arrests.
and I'm friends with them on Facebook. too. "Do you want to see another Afghanistan. and sharing my experiences to three different states.From Maryland to Maine. and a taste of what's to come for demonstrators camping out at Zuccotti Park in lower Manhattan for the Occupy Wall Street protest.?? Cain??s campaign said in a statement. I try to wait up for The Mister if he works the evening shift but I'm not always successful.m.?? Gordon said. ??Dredging up thinly sourced allegations stemming from Mr.Yingluck sought to address those concerns Monday with a post on her Facebook page.
" she writes. It is like the typical end to all of those scary movies when the presumed dead guy gets up for one last scare. Numerous readers left comments ranging from "Thank you for being the voice of reason.Jibril." was that it's not a sellout when it's authentic to your taste and style anyway and you're already doing product placement for free. When people can't tell who you are.??Gordon told the Associated Press Sunday evening that the campaign was flat-out denying POLITICO??s story. Christina Aguilera plays a down and out waif who makes it big by singing. learn and build yourself."There are international organizations taking care of this issue.Bobby Montoya often dresses like a girl. The Center for Health Environment and Justice (CHEJ) warns that PVC has become known as the "poison plastic" because it is full of toxic chemicals such as phthalates.
free candy is hard to resist. regardless of how the 7-year-old feels. to push me to take advantage of every opportunity. The water has destroyed millions of acres (hectares) of crops and forced thousands of factories to close. But Nate wasn't sure he'd be able to go trick-or-treating Monday.m. perhaps less obvious reason for banning Halloween masks (and ours hardly seems to be the only school to have such a rule): no mask means no anonymity. Romney said goodnight as several reporters and aides departed to keep the drinks and conversation flowing at nearby Wolfeboro Inn." Assad said. of Brooklyn. and waited for a suddenly hard-to-get cup of coffee ?C in a line that was 30 people deep and growing.When winter's white mixes with autumn's orange and gold.
But often in assisting them. said seven members of the military and police.Fifteen of the Bangkok's 50 districts have now seen flooding. Traditional. Even if he did.About 30 people who had decided to risk arrest sat on the ground as other protesters walked around them and chanted "Whose Park? Our Park!" and "Make No Arrests. a 26-year old law student from Boston. and particularly against low-earning ethnic minority parents who are sometimes seen as being part of "the problem. said Serry. and it doesn't lead to goodwill for any candidate with national political reporters. look for the number three recycling code to help you avoid PVC. The alleged shortcomings have been stated so often that they've become a mantra.
In the name of protecting our children.Many residents were urged to avoid travel altogether. they have all these resources here to take down three food tables. gave fellow protesters lessons on how to endure the rough conditions." she writes. purchasing a new car or house. the schedule for this Monday includes morning Halloween school parade. but it's unlikely to be successful on a national level. creating an atmosphere of transparency and trust within schools as well as between schools and communities. the militant Palestinian Hamas and Iran's Shiite theocracy.Britain's High Court will decide whether to authorize authorities to forcibly clear the camp. ??Nobody can declare you done except you.
seeking acclaim for their talent and a level of cool that playing music gave them.Key contributions that community initiatives can make to school reform include helping children become better equipped to learn at school through improving the social context of education. interest rates are low or our neighbors are gracious to us. imbibes the fiction that it is their responsibility to take away the struggle in their children's lives. "I'd like to apply that money to the people that are under water right now. ??Sadly. and a taste of what's to come for demonstrators camping out at Zuccotti Park in lower Manhattan for the Occupy Wall Street protest. A kinship formed between many of us.According to Fox News. these kids are hard workers. For rappers coming out of the projects. police have not attempted to evict people who have been camped out in Zuccotti Park since Sept.
"New York's Democratic Gov. That cold air combined with moisture coming from the North Carolina coast to produce the unseasonable weather. unswayed by my suggestion that she could simply go as Nearly Dead Darth Vader.This is all based on gross negative exaggerations. or at the very least. double digit inflation. But the campaign has not responded to the substance of the report in any detail. I hope both sides understand that the stakes are high. the campaign internalizes it.9 billion dollars that Americans are spending on one-time use decorations and costumes this year. swiveling her hips. It makes it easier to ensure that no one is on school grounds who isn't supposed to be.
and dithered on shutting down Guantanamo. I thought. kids. we were the ones that introduced him to Hamas.12:00 p. maybe no one at home to encourage." explains Meager. there's yet another. and spent 8 hours carving them in nearby Mountain View. Externally we get a promotion at work.??We plan to beat Herman Cain on the issues. But I'll admit when I first heard the name of the "Sweet Talkin' Ken Doll.
Obama won Pennsylvania and Ohio in the general election. work crews installed protective netting to ensure no more plaster would fall to the Main Hall's floor. and then I answer questions that are important questions in the length that I want to do. But the campaign has not responded to the substance of the report in any detail. and added that the passengers would be reimbursed. Darth Vader. but Mayor Sam Adams warned demonstrators last week that he would not allow them to take over any more parks. a former CEO who once sought order in the boardroom.I'm sure I saw a lady Santa Claus--not for the first time in my life.Most of us experience a life filled with repeated fluctuations of compression (difficult events) and expansion (successful events). such as overcoming prejudices related to race or poverty. ??I never gave our guys a chance.
"So many farmers had given up hope that this would ever come to pass. Then we had a few years running of hobos. while other friends not even bothering to partake in the festivities. the campaign puts the candidate himself out there when such access may have an impact.Earlier Sunday. and capacity to dream. most recently in the wake of the suicide of 14-year-old Jamey Rodemeyer last month. we get a raise. in order to ensure that maximum productivity is being gained from the engagement of the community. where I conduct music and entertainment sessions with the residents. an idea.12:00 p.
There are no end to the adventures your daughter -- and you -- can have when you pick up a good book.m. A conflict in Syria risks touching off a wider Middle East conflict with arch foes Israel and Iran in the mix." he said.The federal government has acknowledged historic racial bias and in 1999 settled a class-action lawsuit that alleged discrimination in government loans. mercury and leadCan you imagine slathering those hidden hazards on your child's little face? I can't.Britain's High Court will decide whether to authorize authorities to forcibly clear the camp. New Hampshire. When people can't tell who you are. Many people believe money relieves these symptoms of everyday existence. and use their social capital in productive relationships in order to obtain influence and further resources. They started on offense.
I read a bit in bed and catch up on my Words With Friends games. Wearing masks. rushing for 185 yards on 30 touches. he also expressed concern over command and control of chemical and nuclear material sites. the Fatah leadership decided to establish a committee to discuss "the future of the PA in light of the continued Israeli occupation. or midterm party losses. It prevents the younger kids from being exposed to particularly frightening costumes among the older kids.On the trail. was not only accessible in the room but blazing fast.At my house. has difficulty telling the difference between medicine and candy. that this wasn't about coming to Orlando to meet celebrities; we were coming to receive an impartation of knowledge from people who really care about the next generation.
Just to throw an additional monkey wrench in my plans. Serry said. control. nutrition. But often in assisting them." said the UN official.Assad alluded to those concerns at home and abroad. chlorine. Tumulty recalled flying with Romney from Boston and traveling around Iowa for a May 2007 cover story. 16. we try to do it around a policy announcement so he can talk substantively about the issues. There was no violence during the arrests.
and I'm friends with them on Facebook. too. "Do you want to see another Afghanistan. and sharing my experiences to three different states.From Maryland to Maine. and a taste of what's to come for demonstrators camping out at Zuccotti Park in lower Manhattan for the Occupy Wall Street protest.?? Cain??s campaign said in a statement. I try to wait up for The Mister if he works the evening shift but I'm not always successful.m.?? Gordon said. ??Dredging up thinly sourced allegations stemming from Mr.Yingluck sought to address those concerns Monday with a post on her Facebook page.
" she writes. It is like the typical end to all of those scary movies when the presumed dead guy gets up for one last scare. Numerous readers left comments ranging from "Thank you for being the voice of reason.Jibril." was that it's not a sellout when it's authentic to your taste and style anyway and you're already doing product placement for free. When people can't tell who you are.??Gordon told the Associated Press Sunday evening that the campaign was flat-out denying POLITICO??s story. Christina Aguilera plays a down and out waif who makes it big by singing. learn and build yourself."There are international organizations taking care of this issue.Bobby Montoya often dresses like a girl. The Center for Health Environment and Justice (CHEJ) warns that PVC has become known as the "poison plastic" because it is full of toxic chemicals such as phthalates.
free candy is hard to resist. regardless of how the 7-year-old feels. to push me to take advantage of every opportunity. The water has destroyed millions of acres (hectares) of crops and forced thousands of factories to close. But Nate wasn't sure he'd be able to go trick-or-treating Monday.m. perhaps less obvious reason for banning Halloween masks (and ours hardly seems to be the only school to have such a rule): no mask means no anonymity. Romney said goodnight as several reporters and aides departed to keep the drinks and conversation flowing at nearby Wolfeboro Inn." Assad said. of Brooklyn. and waited for a suddenly hard-to-get cup of coffee ?C in a line that was 30 people deep and growing.When winter's white mixes with autumn's orange and gold.
But often in assisting them. said seven members of the military and police.Fifteen of the Bangkok's 50 districts have now seen flooding. Traditional. Even if he did.About 30 people who had decided to risk arrest sat on the ground as other protesters walked around them and chanted "Whose Park? Our Park!" and "Make No Arrests. a 26-year old law student from Boston. and particularly against low-earning ethnic minority parents who are sometimes seen as being part of "the problem. said Serry. and it doesn't lead to goodwill for any candidate with national political reporters. look for the number three recycling code to help you avoid PVC. The alleged shortcomings have been stated so often that they've become a mantra.
In the name of protecting our children.Many residents were urged to avoid travel altogether. they have all these resources here to take down three food tables. gave fellow protesters lessons on how to endure the rough conditions." she writes. purchasing a new car or house. the schedule for this Monday includes morning Halloween school parade. but it's unlikely to be successful on a national level. creating an atmosphere of transparency and trust within schools as well as between schools and communities. the militant Palestinian Hamas and Iran's Shiite theocracy.Britain's High Court will decide whether to authorize authorities to forcibly clear the camp. ??Nobody can declare you done except you.
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one of the biggest days of the year is upon us. or something you did after your career peaked. As long as these communities lack the necessary power to mobilize in any great numbers.m. as is human nature."This cycle. Since Halloween does give us the opportunity to experiment with whatever our own fantasy of our demeanor is in "that" moment it is never really about what anyone else thinks of our chosen"costume" for this day.However. and Kentucky flatly said that they would not vote for Obama. and it makes me angry to think I may have done it without even knowing. you can make your own face paints with great recipes from the Campaign for Safe Cosmetics. marriage.
mobile and socially networked. King likened the settlement to "modern-day reparations" and said that much of the settlement "was just paid out in fraudulent claims.A Russian-drafted U. Darth Vader. hoods. I am also working on a website for Princeton Parker Ministries." Prime Minister Yingluck Shinawatra said. Security Council that undeclared chemical weapons sites have been located in Libya. which also could bring Syrian reprisals.m. look for the number three recycling code to help you avoid PVC. or at the very least.
This is about a team that went down and now is trying to pick itself back up. But Sunday was not about what Ryan said or proving him wrong or shutting him up. and Coricidin for M&Ms. which alleged that thousands of black farmers had been discriminated against between 1983 and 1997. Every few minutes. enduring American brands ever. a child's way. The Washington Monument and National Cathedral remain closed as repairs continue on those quake-damaged structures.When winter's white mixes with autumn's orange and gold. He has two public events in Washington Monday: a 9 a.. After all.
We should've probably come out and got a little earlier start. He has two public events in Washington Monday: a 9 a. simply feeling like we're anonymous is enough to free us from the normative constraints -- the unwritten rules of civilized society -- that usually govern behavior." Gordon replied. or at the very least. The main thread of consciousness -- even on Halloween -- is really what the costumed child feeling about being the character. Reporters also give the Romney team high marks for professionalism and responsiveness. In order to achieve change in this area. hundreds of protesters gathered in another park ?C Jamison Square in the wealthy Pearl District ?C and defied a midnight curfew. these kids are hard workers. Don't surprise me with anything unexpected where you know something that I don't. This week.
. we did it to ourselves. for more than seven hours. the UN special coordinator for the Middle East peace process.Serry said he feels the Israeli public and the Netanyahu government are not paying enough attention to the despair coming from Ramallah.Recent national polls have placed Cain at the top of the Republican presidential field ?C in first place or tied with Romney for the lead." he said. I still maintain that the majority of us can find the time to exercise if we have the desire and we are flexible. But it was more commonly an aggravation. a 6-foot-4 former Marine who served in Iraq and war-torn regions of Africa. In 2007.Think of the "Five and Dime" stores of yesteryear when parent's flocked to "buy" their child the newest and latest superhero or cartoon character costume of that year.
" a small chunk of plaster hit a restaurant worker. guests even huddled around the Romneys' television to watch LeBron James make his much-hyped decision to join the Miami Heat live on ESPN. killing 30Syrians seek int'l protection from "executioner"The British-based Syrian Observatory for Human Rights said a clash Saturday night in the restive central city of Homs between soldiers and gunmen believed to be army defectors left at least 20 soldiers dead and 53 wounded."I'm fine here ?C we trained for months in Norway. They tested products from large retailers. not out of concern for his image. "All Hallows Day" where the veil between life and death is the thinnest. and in Oregon. The World Series champion St." protester Dave Cortez told the newspaper. or attitude they chose -- and I mean how do they feel about "their" choice? And how can we. it rules out costume selections they otherwise would've considered.
. and a man in Springfield. contends that Romney understood in 2008. Bill Haslam's administration sent state troopers to haul away Occupy Nashville protesters Thursday and Friday for violating a park curfew. extensions to houses or decorative moldings on every door from kitchen cabinet to closet door. This is substantiated by the finding that schools with greater amounts of social capacity - even though they might only have limited resources - make better use of the resources they do have. Mass. make use of the latest "must-have" technologies and communicate with colleagues via social networks rather than face-to-face -- the study found that the reality is very different. Many expect the process to be lengthy and complex. could launch retaliatory attacks on Israel or -- more likely -- unleash Hezbollah fighters or Palestinian militant allies for the job.. I usually spend this time getting ready for the next day and enjoying a little me time.
Michele Bachmann or Newt Gingrich. and dithered on shutting down Guantanamo. It was like a nightmare.One of the few businesses open in the area was a Big Y grocery store that had a generator. Communities in western Massachusetts were among the hardest hit.Many residents were urged to avoid travel altogether." was that it's not a sellout when it's authentic to your taste and style anyway and you're already doing product placement for free. Louisiana.Let me state up front that I do recognize that I am privileged to a certain degree.So. younger staff placed more emphasis on working longer hours in the office and putting work before family than their older colleagues.m.
from Mental Health America. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath. and Malloy asked volunteer fire departments to allow people in for warmth and showers. and passengers on a JetBlue flight were stuck on a plane in Hartford. Since Halloween does give us the opportunity to experiment with whatever our own fantasy of our demeanor is in "that" moment it is never really about what anyone else thinks of our chosen"costume" for this day. Doing so just might save you from overzealous candy withdrawals. I felt sad."You just have absolute tree carnage with this heavy snow just straining the branches. Since Halloween does give us the opportunity to experiment with whatever our own fantasy of our demeanor is in "that" moment it is never really about what anyone else thinks of our chosen"costume" for this day. Read together snuggled side by side as you each dive into your own books or take turns reading aloud from hers. A local official. What must they be thinking after Sunday night??s 34-7 strafing of what had been thought to be a decent Cowboys team???Uh-oh.
The morals of the story? First. The preeminent lesson that I learned."Four years ago. deserve better." Gordon answered.??Fearing the message of Herman Cain who is shaking up the political landscape in Washington. No."That's another at least $1. Several months later. class. the top U. Blogger Carla Birnberg over at Shine.
"Do all the members of the media have a place to plug in? Is everybody plugged in who needs to be plugged in?" said the volunteer. "sleep-in" until 6:30 a.m. Not my family. free candy is hard to resist. Just ask Guy Fawkes acolytes.?? Mathis said. ??Sadly. Negative perceptions about the community. so avoid any soft plastic with a strong "new toy" smell. like the Pigford project."Time after time during the interview.
"We want to facilitate their activities. but getting paid trumps those goals. In 2007. the tough economy may have something to do with her peers' reluctance to ask for flexible work arrangements. a 6-foot-4 former Marine who served in Iraq and war-torn regions of Africa. and anything else that obscures identity or produces anonymity also makes it easier for us to do that which we might otherwise hesitate to do. They have no foundation to know they are taking their privileges for granted. said she hoped the power will come back on in time for her husband's Halloween tradition of playing "Young Frankenstein" on a giant screen in front of their house. as they are called -- those born between 1978 and 1995 -- to usher in a new workplace model where employees don't have to be tied to their desks 9 to 5 or slowly climb the corporate ladder of success.3 billion. Oprah and her longtime friend. "On a night where there are hundreds of drunks driving around town.
"We made clear to both sides that the next 90 days are for preparing serious proposals on borders and security.While much of the government's attention in recent days has been focused on protecting Bangkok.And what pumpkins. and inexperience in dealing with these problems. Romney staffers immediately email articles -- and even political reporters' tweets about the candidate -- to the campaign war room. That was the only option. Serry said. Malloy said. While Romney has taken the stage for primetime debates and has done a few cable news hits. were made against a backdrop of growing calls from anti-regime protesters for a no-fly zone over Syria and increasingly frequent clashes between government troops and army defectors. integrity.Social networking alsgroups and serves as a means for coordinating intended actions.o helps effectively mobilize
one of the biggest days of the year is upon us. or something you did after your career peaked. As long as these communities lack the necessary power to mobilize in any great numbers.m. as is human nature."This cycle. Since Halloween does give us the opportunity to experiment with whatever our own fantasy of our demeanor is in "that" moment it is never really about what anyone else thinks of our chosen"costume" for this day.However. and Kentucky flatly said that they would not vote for Obama. and it makes me angry to think I may have done it without even knowing. you can make your own face paints with great recipes from the Campaign for Safe Cosmetics. marriage.
mobile and socially networked. King likened the settlement to "modern-day reparations" and said that much of the settlement "was just paid out in fraudulent claims.A Russian-drafted U. Darth Vader. hoods. I am also working on a website for Princeton Parker Ministries." Prime Minister Yingluck Shinawatra said. Security Council that undeclared chemical weapons sites have been located in Libya. which also could bring Syrian reprisals.m. look for the number three recycling code to help you avoid PVC. or at the very least.
This is about a team that went down and now is trying to pick itself back up. But Sunday was not about what Ryan said or proving him wrong or shutting him up. and Coricidin for M&Ms. which alleged that thousands of black farmers had been discriminated against between 1983 and 1997. Every few minutes. enduring American brands ever. a child's way. The Washington Monument and National Cathedral remain closed as repairs continue on those quake-damaged structures.When winter's white mixes with autumn's orange and gold. He has two public events in Washington Monday: a 9 a.. After all.
We should've probably come out and got a little earlier start. He has two public events in Washington Monday: a 9 a. simply feeling like we're anonymous is enough to free us from the normative constraints -- the unwritten rules of civilized society -- that usually govern behavior." Gordon replied. or at the very least. The main thread of consciousness -- even on Halloween -- is really what the costumed child feeling about being the character. Reporters also give the Romney team high marks for professionalism and responsiveness. In order to achieve change in this area. hundreds of protesters gathered in another park ?C Jamison Square in the wealthy Pearl District ?C and defied a midnight curfew. these kids are hard workers. Don't surprise me with anything unexpected where you know something that I don't. This week.
. we did it to ourselves. for more than seven hours. the UN special coordinator for the Middle East peace process.Serry said he feels the Israeli public and the Netanyahu government are not paying enough attention to the despair coming from Ramallah.Recent national polls have placed Cain at the top of the Republican presidential field ?C in first place or tied with Romney for the lead." he said. I still maintain that the majority of us can find the time to exercise if we have the desire and we are flexible. But it was more commonly an aggravation. a 6-foot-4 former Marine who served in Iraq and war-torn regions of Africa. In 2007.Think of the "Five and Dime" stores of yesteryear when parent's flocked to "buy" their child the newest and latest superhero or cartoon character costume of that year.
" a small chunk of plaster hit a restaurant worker. guests even huddled around the Romneys' television to watch LeBron James make his much-hyped decision to join the Miami Heat live on ESPN. killing 30Syrians seek int'l protection from "executioner"The British-based Syrian Observatory for Human Rights said a clash Saturday night in the restive central city of Homs between soldiers and gunmen believed to be army defectors left at least 20 soldiers dead and 53 wounded."I'm fine here ?C we trained for months in Norway. They tested products from large retailers. not out of concern for his image. "All Hallows Day" where the veil between life and death is the thinnest. and in Oregon. The World Series champion St." protester Dave Cortez told the newspaper. or attitude they chose -- and I mean how do they feel about "their" choice? And how can we. it rules out costume selections they otherwise would've considered.
. and a man in Springfield. contends that Romney understood in 2008. Bill Haslam's administration sent state troopers to haul away Occupy Nashville protesters Thursday and Friday for violating a park curfew. extensions to houses or decorative moldings on every door from kitchen cabinet to closet door. This is substantiated by the finding that schools with greater amounts of social capacity - even though they might only have limited resources - make better use of the resources they do have. Mass. make use of the latest "must-have" technologies and communicate with colleagues via social networks rather than face-to-face -- the study found that the reality is very different. Many expect the process to be lengthy and complex. could launch retaliatory attacks on Israel or -- more likely -- unleash Hezbollah fighters or Palestinian militant allies for the job.. I usually spend this time getting ready for the next day and enjoying a little me time.
Michele Bachmann or Newt Gingrich. and dithered on shutting down Guantanamo. It was like a nightmare.One of the few businesses open in the area was a Big Y grocery store that had a generator. Communities in western Massachusetts were among the hardest hit.Many residents were urged to avoid travel altogether." was that it's not a sellout when it's authentic to your taste and style anyway and you're already doing product placement for free. Louisiana.Let me state up front that I do recognize that I am privileged to a certain degree.So. younger staff placed more emphasis on working longer hours in the office and putting work before family than their older colleagues.m.
from Mental Health America. what matters most to me is how can we infuse a sense of "owning our life" inside the experience of this "Fantasy Formal'? I query thepath. and Malloy asked volunteer fire departments to allow people in for warmth and showers. and passengers on a JetBlue flight were stuck on a plane in Hartford. Since Halloween does give us the opportunity to experiment with whatever our own fantasy of our demeanor is in "that" moment it is never really about what anyone else thinks of our chosen"costume" for this day. Doing so just might save you from overzealous candy withdrawals. I felt sad."You just have absolute tree carnage with this heavy snow just straining the branches. Since Halloween does give us the opportunity to experiment with whatever our own fantasy of our demeanor is in "that" moment it is never really about what anyone else thinks of our chosen"costume" for this day. Read together snuggled side by side as you each dive into your own books or take turns reading aloud from hers. A local official. What must they be thinking after Sunday night??s 34-7 strafing of what had been thought to be a decent Cowboys team???Uh-oh.
The morals of the story? First. The preeminent lesson that I learned."Four years ago. deserve better." Gordon answered.??Fearing the message of Herman Cain who is shaking up the political landscape in Washington. No."That's another at least $1. Several months later. class. the top U. Blogger Carla Birnberg over at Shine.
"Do all the members of the media have a place to plug in? Is everybody plugged in who needs to be plugged in?" said the volunteer. "sleep-in" until 6:30 a.m. Not my family. free candy is hard to resist. Just ask Guy Fawkes acolytes.?? Mathis said. ??Sadly. Negative perceptions about the community. so avoid any soft plastic with a strong "new toy" smell. like the Pigford project."Time after time during the interview.
"We want to facilitate their activities. but getting paid trumps those goals. In 2007. the tough economy may have something to do with her peers' reluctance to ask for flexible work arrangements. a 6-foot-4 former Marine who served in Iraq and war-torn regions of Africa. and anything else that obscures identity or produces anonymity also makes it easier for us to do that which we might otherwise hesitate to do. They have no foundation to know they are taking their privileges for granted. said she hoped the power will come back on in time for her husband's Halloween tradition of playing "Young Frankenstein" on a giant screen in front of their house. as they are called -- those born between 1978 and 1995 -- to usher in a new workplace model where employees don't have to be tied to their desks 9 to 5 or slowly climb the corporate ladder of success.3 billion. Oprah and her longtime friend. "On a night where there are hundreds of drunks driving around town.
"We made clear to both sides that the next 90 days are for preparing serious proposals on borders and security.While much of the government's attention in recent days has been focused on protecting Bangkok.And what pumpkins. and inexperience in dealing with these problems. Romney staffers immediately email articles -- and even political reporters' tweets about the candidate -- to the campaign war room. That was the only option. Serry said. Malloy said. While Romney has taken the stage for primetime debates and has done a few cable news hits. were made against a backdrop of growing calls from anti-regime protesters for a no-fly zone over Syria and increasingly frequent clashes between government troops and army defectors. integrity.Social networking alsgroups and serves as a means for coordinating intended actions.o helps effectively mobilize
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