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Harpies Greek Mythology What is a Harpie

The Harpies, who, like the Furies, were employed by the gods as instruments for the punishment of the guilty, were three female divinities, daughters of Thaumas and Electra, called Aello, Ocypete, and Celæno.
They were represented with the head of a fair-haired maiden and the body of a vulture, and were perpetually devoured by the pangs of insatiable hunger, which caused them to torment their victims by robbing them of their food; this they either devoured with great gluttony, or defiled in such a manner as to render it unfit to be eaten.
Their wonderfully rapid flight far surpassed that of birds, or even of the winds themselves. If any mortal suddenly and unaccountably disappeared, the Harpies were believed to have carried him off. Thus they were supposed to have borne away the daughters of King Pandareos to act as servants to the Erinyes.
The Harpies would appear to be personifications of sudden tempests, which, with ruthless violence, sweep over whole districts, carrying off or injuring all before them.

Text:
Myths and Legends of Ancient Greece and Rome
Author: E.M. Berens
Published: 1880

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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE QUOTES

William Shakespeare Quotes
A blinking idiot 
A dish fit for the gods 
A feast of languages 
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.  
A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.  
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are 
subdued, and neither party loser.  
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.  
Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!  
All the worlds a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they 
have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many 
parts, his acts being seven ages.  
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.  
An overflow of good converts to bad.  
And oftentimes excusing of a fault doth make the fault the worse by the 
excuse.  
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books 
in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.  
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.  
As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him.  
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with 
words.  
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, 
and some have greatness thrust upon them.  Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.  
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.  
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.  
Boldness be my friend.  
Brevity is the soul of wit.  
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.  
A hit, a very palpable hit 
A horse, a horse! My kingdom for a horse! 
A king of infinite space 
A lean and hungry look 
A long farewell to all my greatness 
A pair of star-crossed lovers 
A plague on both your houses 
A pound of flesh 
A round unvarnished tale 
A sorry sight 
A spotless reputation 
A thousand times good night 
A tower of strength 
Alas, poor Yorick 
All that glisters is not gold 
All the infections that the sun sucks up 
All the worlds a stage An improbable fiction 
An itching palm 
And thus I clothe my naked villany 
Antic disposition 
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods 
Asses are made to bear, and so are you 
Bated breath 
Be not afraid of greatness 
Beware the ides of March 
Blow, blow, thou winter wind 
Brave new world 
Breathe life into a stone 
Breathe ones last 
Brevity is the soul of wit 
Brief authority 
Budge an inch 
But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another mans 
eyes.  
By that sin fell the angels.  
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with 
their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.  
Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.  
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of 
death but once.  
Death is a fearful thing.  Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.  
Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.  
Exceeds mans might: that dwells with the gods above.  
Expectation is the root of all heartache.  
Faith, there hath been many great men that have flattered the people who 
neer loved them.  
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.  
Farewell, fair cruelty.  
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little 
ones.  
For I can raise no money by vile means.  
For my part, it was Greek to me.  
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.  
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice.  
Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.  
Give thy thoughts no tongue.  
Cakes and ale
Caviar to the general 
Chance may crown me 
Chaos is come again 
Come, lets away to prison; We two alone will sing 
Cowards die many times before their deaths 
Cruel to be kind Cudgel thy brains 
Dancing days 
Done to death by slanderous tongue 
Double, double toil and trouble 
Et tu, Brute? 
Every inch a king 
Eye of newt, and toe of frog 
Fair play 
Flaming youth 
For goodness sake 
Foregone conclusion 
Fortunes fool 
Frailty, thy name is woman 
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears 
Full circle 
Get thee to a nunnery 
Gilded monuments 
Give me my robe, put on my crown 
Go to you bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.  
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.  
God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.  
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.  
He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.  He is winding the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.  
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.  
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o the flatterer.  
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot that it do singe yourself.  
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.  
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a 
naughty world.  
How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes ill deeds done!  
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but 
by degrees?  
How sharper than a serpents tooth it is to have a thankless child!  
How well hes read, to reason against reading!  
I am not bound to please thee with my answer.  
I bear a charmed life.  
I dote on his very absence.  
I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me 
sad and to travel for it too!  
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must 
play a part, And mine is a sad one.  
Good riddance 
Hath not a Jew eyes? 
He hath eaten me out of house and home 
He hath given his empire 
Heart on my sleeve Her infinite variety 
Heres ado to lock up honesty 
Hes mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf 
Hob nob 
Hoist with his own petard 
Hold a mirror up to nature 
Household words 
How now? A rat? Dead, for a ducat, dead! 
How poor are they that have not patience! 
How sharper than a serpents tooth 
I am constant as the northern star 
I am dying, Egypt, dying 
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua 
I follow him to serve my turn upon him 
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me 
I have a kind of alacrity in sinking 
I have no other but a womans reason 
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano 
I like not fair terms and a villains mind.  
I may neither choose who I would, nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will 
of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.  
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.  
I say there is no darkness but ignorance.  
I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man.  I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.  
I was adored once too.  
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.  
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to 
nothing with perpetual motion.  
I will praise any man that will praise me.  
If it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul.  
If music be the food of love, play on.  
If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been 
churches, and poor mens cottage princes palaces.  
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to 
live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.  
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and 
which will not, speak then unto me.  
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.  
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you 
poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?  
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to 
heaven.  
In a false quarrel there is no true valor.  
In time we hate that which we often fear.  
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you
If music be the food of love, play on 
In my heart of hearts In my minds eye 
Infirm of purpose 
Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?  
It is a wise father that knows his own child.  
It is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so.  
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.  
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.  
It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood.  
Lawless are they that make their wills their law.  
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.  
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest 
course.  
Let no such man be trusted.  
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious 
dear than life.  
Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.  
Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour 
upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full 
of sound and fury, signifying nothing.  
Like as the waves make towards the pebbld shore, so do our minutes, 
hasten to their end.  
Listen to many, speak to a few.  
Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!  
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.  Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.  
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.  
Love is too young to know what conscience is.  
Is this a dagger which I see before me
Is whispering nothing? 
It smells to heaven 
Journeys end in lovers meeting 
Knock, knock! Whos there? 
Laid on with a trowel 
Laugh oneself into stitches 
Let every eye negotiate for itself 
Let Rome in Tiber melt 
Let the world slip 
Lets kill all the lawyers 
Lifes fitful fever 
Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile 
Lord, what fools these mortals be 
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind 
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.  
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, 
and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.  
Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want 
everything.  
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.  Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May 
when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.  
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.  
Mens vows are womens traitors!  
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.  
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.  
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving 
virtue.  
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.  
My pride fell with my fortunes.  
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.  
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.  
No legacy is so rich as honesty.  
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.  
Nothing can come of nothing.  
Now is the winter of our discontent.  
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, 
comfort in despair.  
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the 
uses of this world!  
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.  
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, 
and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.  Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want 
everything.  
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.  
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May 
when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.  
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.  
Mens vows are womens traitors!  
Mind your speech a little lest you should mar your fortunes.  
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.  
Most dangerous is that temptation that doth goad us on to sin in loving 
virtue.  
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.  
My pride fell with my fortunes.  
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.  
Neither a borrower nor a lender be.  
No legacy is so rich as honesty.  
No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.  
Nothing can come of nothing.  Now is the winter of our discontent.  
Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, 
comfort in despair.  
O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the 
uses of this world!  
Make mad the guilty, and appall the free 
Masters of their fates 
Method in the madness 
More honored in the breach 
More in sorrow than in anger 
More matter with less art 
More sinned against than sinning 
More than kin and less than kind 
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below 
Neither a borrower nor a lender be 
Neither rhyme nor reason 
Not that I lovd Caesar less 
Nothing can come of nothing 
Nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so 
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it 
Now go we in content 
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! O happy dagger! 
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? 
O true apothecary! 
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! 
O, how this spring of love resembleth 
O, what men dare do! 
Off with his head! 
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there 
On the windy side 
Once more unto the breach 
One fell swoop 
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain 
One that loved not wisely but too well 
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie 
Out, damned spot 
Parting is such sweet sorrow 
Passing strange 
Pomp and circumstance 
Prodigious birth 
Put money in thy purse 
Salad days 
Screw your courage to the sticking place 
Shall I compare thee to a summers day? 
Short shrift Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more 
So sweet was never so fatal 
So wise so young, they say do never live long 
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps 
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark 
Something wicked this way comes 
Sterner stuff 
Strange bedfellows 
Strive mightily 
Such stuff as dreams are made on 
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.  
Sweet are the uses of adversity which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, 
wears yet a precious jewel in his head.  
Sweet mercy is nobilitys true badge.  
Talking isnt doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are 
not deeds.  
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such 
contempt.  
Temptation is the fire that brings up the scum of the heart.  
The attempt and not the deed confounds us.  
The course of true love never did run smooth.  
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.  
The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.  
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.  
The fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it.  
The golden age is before us, not behind us.  
The lady doth protest too much, methinks.  
The love of heaven makes one heavenly.  
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.  
The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of 
sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.  
The most peaceable way for you, if you do take a thief, is, to let him show 
himself what he is and steal out of your company.  
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.  
The stroke of death is as a lovers pinch, which hurts and is desired.  
Sweet are the uses of adversity
Sweets to the sweet 
Swift as a shadow 
Take physic, pomp 
That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man 
That way madness lies 
That within which passes show 
The be-all and the end-all 
The better part of valor is discretion 
The course of true love never did run smooth 
The crack of doom The dogs of war 
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame 
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars 
The glass of fashion 
The green-eyed monster 
The lady doth protest too much 
The makings of 
The man that hath no music in himself 
The marriage of true minds 
The milk of human kindness 
The most unkindest cut of all 
The multitudinous seas incarnadine 
The noblest Roman of them all 
The patient must minister to himself 
The plays the thing 
The primrose path 
The quality of mercy is not strained 
The serpents egg 
The time is out of joint 
The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.  
The valiant never taste of death but once.  
The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.  
The wheel is come full circle.  
There have been many great men that have flattered the people who neer loved them.  
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to 
fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in 
miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the 
current when it serves, or lose our ventures.  
There is no darkness but ignorance.  
There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.  
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.  
The vasty deep
The whirligig of time 
The winter of our discontent 
The womans part 
The worlds mine oyster 
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio 
There is a tide in the affairs of men 
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow 
There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache 
patiently 
Theres many a man has more hair than wit.  
Theres no art to find the minds construction in the face.  
Theres not a note of mine thats worth the noting.  
Theres place and means for every man alive.  
They do not love that do not show their love.  
They say miracles are past.  Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.  
Things won are done, joys soul lies in the doing.  
This above all; to thine own self be true.  
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.  
Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.  
They did make love to this employment
Think you I am no stronger than my sex 
Thinking too precisely on the event 
This thing of darkness 
Thou art a votary to fond desire 
Thrift, thrift, Horatio 
Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed 
Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.  
Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.  
Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.  
To be, or not to be: that is the question.  
To do a great right do a little wrong.  
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou 
canst not then be false to any man.  
Truly, I would not hang a dog by my will, much more a man who hath any 
honesty in him.  
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.  
Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?  Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.  
Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes.  
We are times subjects, and time bids be gone.  
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things 
require a seed to start from... Therefore there is not anything which 
returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.  
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.  
Well, if Fortune be a woman, shes a good wench for this gear.  
What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in 
faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how 
like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.  
What is past is prologue.  
What, man, defy the devil. Consider, hes an enemy to mankind.  
Whats done cant be undone.  
Whats in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would 
smell as sweet.  
To be, or not to be
To beggar description 
To sleep, perchance to dream 
To thine own self be true 
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow 
Too much of a good thing 
Touch of nature 
Trippingly on the tongue Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown 
Unsex me here 
Vale of years 
Valiant dust 
Vaulting ambition 
Was ever woman in this humour wood? 
We came crying hither 
We have seen better days 
We should be wood and were not made to woo 
We that are true lovers run into 
What a piece of work is a man 
What light through yonder window breaks? 
What the dickens 
What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living? 
Whats done is done 
Whats gone and whats past help 
Whats in a name? That which we call a rose 
Whats past is prologue 
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, 
both cry.  
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.  
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.  
When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.  
Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.  Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to 
make love known?  
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.  
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.  
Women may fall when theres no strength in men.  
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.  
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart.  
When beggars die there are no comets seen
When shall we three meet again 
When you do dance, I wish you 
Who steals my purse steals trash 
Why then tonight let us assay our plot 
Why, thats my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee 
Wild-goose chase 
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உண்மையை நேசி, ஆனால் பிழையை மன்னித்துவிடு.
- வால்டேர்

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Hooked on Hops

Hops Humulus lupulus have an impressive ability to climb supports - either up other plants or, in the case of cultivated hops, up poles in hop gardens. Charles Darwin devoted a lot of time to studying the way in which their shoot tips rotate as they grow (by the process of circumnutation), seeking out objects to coil around (you can read more about his experiments here). Theres more to hops climbing ability than circumnutation and rapid growth, however - their stems are clothed in very distinctive epidermal hairs (trichomes) that act as grappling hooks, securing their grip on supporting structures.

 
The hop trichomes that are adapted for climbing have a very distinctive anvil shape - you can see them here, at low magnification, on either side of a hop leaf petiole.

At higher magnification the anvil shape is very distinctive, something noted ....

.... by the botanist Anton Kerner von Marilaun in his Natural History of Plants (1895).

Hops have been cultivated for centuries, primarily for the resins produced by their epidermal glands, mainly at the base of the bracts in the female flowers but also on other parts of the plant, including the underside of the leaf. In the photograph above you can see the minute gold drops of resin on the lower surface of a hop leaf. The resins are converted to bitter isohumulones during the brewing process, adding a distinctive flavour to beer.


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Durga Saptashati kshama Prarthana

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PLANET REVEALS! Version 1

How many of you crazy for news from the universe? Well, every news is from the universe, but most of it is from your planet. What if it is from some outer planet? Yes, you already know that water has been discovered in the soil of Mars, HERE ARE THE DETAILS –
Water on Mars exists today almost exclusively as ice, and is located in the Martian polar ice caps and under the shallow Martian surface even at more temperate latitudes. More than five million square km of ice has been identified on the surface of modern Mars, which is enough to cover the whole planet to a depth of 35 meters. Even more is likely to be locked away in the deep subsurface. A small amount of water vapour is present in the atmosphere.
There are no bodies of liquid water on the Martian surface because its atmospheric pressure at the surface averages 600 Pascal (0.087 psi) —about 0.6% of Earths mean sea level pressure— and because the temperature is far too low, (210 K (−63 °C)) leading to immediate freezing. Despite this, about 3.8 billion years ago,there was a denser atmosphere, higher temperature, and vast amounts of liquid water flowed on the surface, possibly including large oceans. It has been estimated that the primordial oceans on Mars could have covered around one third of the planet. Water has also apparently flowed across the surface for short periods at various intervals more recently in Marss history.
AN ARTISTS IMPRESSION OF HOW ANCIENT MARS LOOKED LIKE


There are a number of direct and indirect proofs of water presence either on or under the surface, e.g. dry stream beds, polar caps, glaciers, radar and spectroscopic measurements, eroded craters and weathered minerals directly connected to the past existence of liquid water. Several Mars orbiters have detected the basins of ancient lakes, ancient river valleys, and evidence of widespread glaciations, while several landers and rovers directly analyzed soil and water ice from the shallow sub-surface.
Although the surface of Mars was wet and could have been hospitable to microbial life billions of years ago,the present damaging effect of ionising radiation on cellular structure is one of the prime limiting factors on the survival of life on the surface. 

DRIED CHANNELS IN WARREGO VALLES IN MARS

Therefore, the best potential locations for discovering life on Mars may be at subsurface environments.
Credit : Wikipedia and Physics.org
(A few changes made)


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COLON CANCER COULD SURGE AMONG YOUNG PEOPLE



WASHINGTON: Colorectal cancer among individuals under 34 may about twofold in the course of the following 15 years, raising new worries about how to battle this deadly cancer, scientists said.

Obesity, lack of exercises and western diet of young people are blamed for the rise of this disease in the findings. Scientists are saying that young people would have to change their lifestyles as the colon cancer will increase day by day.

The principal investigator George Chang added, "We are observing the potential real impact of colorectal cancer among young people if no changes are made in public education and prevention efforts.”

By 2030, more than one in 10 colon cancer and just about one in four rectal growths will be diagnosed in patients youthful than 50, said the study. The shocking statistics of the findings are almost 137,000 individuals will be diagnosed with colorectal cancer in the United States this year and over 50,000 will pass away due to this disease.

The study did not recommend any change to screening rules; however said doctors ought to be mindful of symptoms that may generally be dismissed in youthful individuals.

"Accepting that this expanding occurrence of colorectal malignancy in young people is a true sensation, it makes you wonder of why this is happening and what one ought to do about it," Turaga wrote.

As more colonoscopies could prompt higher expenses without much advantage, "this report ought to empower opportunities for advancement of better risk prediction devices," Turaga said.

This article was published in the Journal of the American Medical Association Surgery and the study was based on a record of more than 393,000 patients with affirmed colorectal cancer between 1975 and 2010.



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erkshire Hathaway May Bid for Direct Line

Berkshire Hathaway May Bid for Direct Line

Published on August 30, 2010 at 10:51 am

According to several newspapers including The Independent and The Times of London, Berkshire Hathaway has expressed an interest in bidding for Royal Bank of Scotland’s Direct Line insurance business. RBS is facing an EU deadline to sell the Direct Line business by the end of 2012. The business has been facing losses recently due to soaring injury claims. The possibility of a bargain purchase may have attracted Warren Buffett’s interest. Other potential buyers include Allstate.

According to Direct Line’s website, the company “started from scratch” in the UK in April 1985 selling auto insurance over the telephone. Today, the company claims to have over five million customers and sells a broader range of products and services. Business operations have expanded from the UK to Germany, Italy, and Spain. The company continues to focus on a direct sales model through the internet and telephone.

According to The Independent, the Direct Line business is likely to be sold for “substantially less” than the £4.5 billion offer submitted by private-equity firm CVC in 2009. However, the company is looking for bids of at least £6 billion. Berkshire Hathaway may want to expand into the European market and Direct Line has a business model that appears to be similar to GEICO’s direct sales approach. However, unlike Direct Line, GEICO is highly profitable and has demonstrated remarkable consistency in recent years.

Whether Direct Line’s current problems are due primarily to transient factors or to underlying issues with underwriting discipline or internal controls is one factor that Berkshire will no doubt examine very carefully prior to making a bid.



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Iphigenia at Aulis Stories from the Greek Tragedians

King Agamemnon sat in his tent at Aulis, where the army of the Greeks was gathered together, being about to sail against the great city of Troy. And it was now past midnight; but the King slept not, for he was careful and troubled about many things. And he had a lamp before him, and in his hand a tablet of pine wood, whereon he wrote. But he seemed not to remain in the same mind about that which he wrote; for now he would blot out the letters, and then would write them again; and now he fastened the seal upon the tablet and then brake it. And as he did this he wept, and was like to a man distracted. But after a while he called to an old man, his attendant (the man had been given in time past by Tyndareus to his daughter, Queen Clytæmnestra), and said

"Old man, thou knowest how Calchas the soothsayer bade me offer for a sacrifice to Artemis, who is goddess of this place, my daughter Iphigenia, saying that so only should the army have a prosperous voyage from this place to Troy, and should take the city and destroy it; and how when I heard these words I bade Talthybius the herald go throughout the army and bid them depart, every man to his own country, for that I would not do this thing; and how my brother, King Menelaüs, persuaded me so that I consented to it. Now, therefore, hearken to this, for what I am about to tell thee three men only know, namely, Calchas the soothsayer, and Menelaüs, and Ulysses, King of Ithaca. I wrote a letter to my wife the Queen, that she should send her daughter to this place, that she might be married to King Achilles; and I magnified the man to her, saying that he would in no wise sail with us unless I would give him my daughter in marriage. But now I have changed my purpose, and have written another letter after this fashion, as I will now set forth to thee,—DAUGHTER OF LEDA, SEND NOT THY CHILD TO THE LAND OF EUBŒA, FOR I WILL GIVE HER IN MARRIAGE AT ANOTHER TIME."

"Aye," said the old man, "but how wilt thou deal with King Achilles? Will he not be wroth, hearing that he hath been cheated of his wife?"

"Not so," answered the King, "for we have indeed used his name, but he knoweth nothing of this marriage. And now make haste. Sit not thou down by any fountain in the woods, and suffer not thine eyes to sleep. And beware lest the chariot bearing the Queen and her daughter pass thee where the roads divide. And see that thou keep the seal upon this letter unbroken."

So the old man departed with the letter. But scarcely had he left the tent when King Menelaüs spied him and laid hands on him, taking the letter and breaking the seal. And the old man cried out—

"Help, my lord; here is one hath taken thy letter!"

Then King Agamemnon came forth from his tent, saying, "What meaneth this uproar and disputing that I hear?"

And Menelaüs answered, "Seest thou this letter that I hold in my hand?"

"I see it: it is mine. Give it to me."

"I give it not till I have read that which is written therein to all the army of the Greeks."

"Where didst thou find it?"

"I found it while I waited for thy daughter till she should come to the camp."

"What hast thou to do with that? May I not rule my own household?"

Then Menelaüs reproached his brother because he did not continue in one mind. "For first," he said, "before thou wast chosen captain of the host, thou wast all things to all men, greeting every man courteously, and taking him by the hand, and talking with him, and leaving thy doors open to any that would enter; but afterwards, being now chosen, thou wast haughty and hard of access. And next, when this trouble came upon the army, and thou wast sore afraid lest thou shouldst lose thy office, and so miss renown, didst thou not hearken to Calchas the soothsayer, and promise thy daughter for sacrifice, and send for her to the camp, making pretence of giving her in marriage to Achilles? And now thou art gone back from thy word. Surely this is an evil day for Greece, that is troubled because thou wantest wisdom."

Then answered King Agamemnon, "What is thy quarrel with me? Why blamest thou me if thou couldst not rule thy wife? And now to win back this woman, because forsooth she is fair, thou castest aside both reason and honour. And I, if I had an ill purpose, and now have changed it for that which is wiser, dost thou charge me with folly? Let them that sware the oath to Tyndareus go with thee on this errand. Why should I slay my child, and work for myself sorrow and remorse without end that thou mayest have vengeance for thy wicked wife?"

Then Menelaüs turned away in a rage, crying, "Betray me if thou wilt. I will betake myself to other counsels and other friends."

But even as he spake there came a messenger, saying, "King Agamemnon, I am come, as thou badest me, with thy daughter Iphigenia. Also her mother, Queen Clytæmnestra, is come, bringing with her her little son, Orestes. And now they are resting themselves and their horses by the side of a spring, for indeed the way is long and weary. And all the army is gathered about them, to see them and greet them. And men question much wherefore they are come, saying, Doth the King make a marriage for his daughter; or hath he sent for her, desiring to see her? But I know thy purpose, my lord; wherefore we will dance and shout and make merry, for this is a happy day for the maiden."

But the King Agamemnon was sore dismayed when he knew that the Queen was come, and spake to himself. "Now what shall I say to my wife? For that she is rightly come to the marriage of her daughter who can deny? But what will she say when she knoweth my purpose? And of the maiden, what shall I say? Unhappy maiden whose bridegroom shall be death! For she will cry to me, Wilt thou kill me, my father? And the little Orestes will wail, not knowing what he doeth, seeing he is but a babe. Cursed be Paris, who hath wrought this woe!"

And now King Menelaüs came back, saying that it repented him of what he had said, "For why should thy child die for me? What hath she to do with Helen? Let the army be scattered, so that this wrong be not done."

Then said King Agamemnon, "But how shall I escape from this strait? For the whole host will compel me to this deed?"

"Not so," said King Menelaüs, "if thou wilt send back the maiden to Argos."

"But what shall that profit," said the King; "for Calchas will cause the matter to be known, or Ulysses, saying that I have failed of my promise; and if I fly to Argos, they will come and destroy my city and lay waste my land. Woe is me! in what a strait am I set! But take thou care, my brother, that Clytæmnestra hear nothing of these things."

And when he had ended speaking, the Queen herself came unto the tent, riding in a chariot, having her daughter by her side. And she bade one of the attendants take out with care the caskets which she had brought for her daughter, and bade others help her daughter to alight, and herself also, and to a fourth she said that he should take the young Orestes. Then Iphigenia greeted her father, saying, "Thou hast done well to send for me, my father."

"Tis true and yet not true, my child."

"Thou lookest not well pleased to see me, my father."

"He that is a King and commandeth a host hath many cares."

"Put away thy cares awhile, and give thyself to me."

"I am glad beyond measure to see thee."

"Glad art thou? Then why dost thou weep?"

"I weep because thou must be long time absent from me."

"Perish all these fightings and troubles!"

"They will cause many to perish, and me most miserably of all."

"Art thou going a journey from me, my father?"

"Aye, and thou also hast a journey to make."

"Must I make it alone, or with my mother?"

"Alone; neither father nor mother may be with thee."

"Sendest thou me to dwell elsewhere?"

"Hold thy peace: such things are not for maidens to inquire."

"Well, my father, order matters with the Phrygians, and then make haste to return."

"I must first make a sacrifice to the Gods."

"Tis well. The Gods should have due honour."

"Aye, and thou wilt stand close to the altar."

"Shall I lead the dances, my father?"

"O my child, how I envy thee, that thou knowest nought! And now go into the tent; but first kiss me, and give me thy hand, for thou shalt be parted from thy father for many days."

And when she was gone within, he cried, "O fair bosom and very lovely cheeks and yellow hair of my child! O city of Priam, what woe thou bringest on me! But I must say no more."

Then he turned to the Queen, and excused himself that he wept when he should rather have rejoiced for the marriage of his daughter. And when the Queen would know of the estate of the bridegroom, he told her that his name was Achilles, and that he was the son of Peleus by his wife Thetis, the daughter of Nereus of the sea, and that he dwelt in Phthia. And when she inquired of the time of the marriage he said that it should be in the same moon, on the first lucky day; and as to the place, that it must be where the bridegroom was sojourning, that is to say, in the camp. "And I," said the King, "will give the maiden to her husband."

"But where," answered the Queen, "is it your pleasure that I should be?"

"Thou must return to Argos, and care for the maidens there."

"Sayest thou that I must return? Who then will hold up the torch for the bride?"

"I will do that which is needful. For it is not seemly that thou shouldst be present where the whole army is gathered together."

"Aye, but it is seemly that a mother should give her daughter in marriage."

"But the maidens at home should not be left alone."

"They are well kept in their chambers."

"Be persuaded, lady."

"Not so: thou shalt order that which is without the house, but I that which is within."

But now came Achilles, to tell the King that the army was growing impatient, saying that, unless they might sail speedily to Troy, they would return each man to his home. And when the Queen heard his name—for he had said to the attendant, "Tell thy master that Achilles, the son of Peleus, would speak with him"—she came forth from the tent and greeted him, and bade him give her his right hand. And when the young man was ashamed (for it was not counted a seemly thing that men should speak with women) she said—

"But why art thou ashamed, seeing that thou art about to marry my daughter?"

And he answered, "What sayest thou, lady? I cannot speak for wonder at thy words."

"Often men are ashamed when they see new friends, and the talk is of marriage."

"But, lady, I never was suitor for thy daughter. Nor have the sons of Atreus said aught to me of the matter."

But the Queen was beyond measure astonished, and cried, "Now this is shameful indeed, that I should seek a bridegroom for my daughter in such fashion."

But when Achilles would have departed, to inquire of the King what this thing might mean, the old man that had at the first carried the letter came forth, and bade him stay. And when he had assurance that he should receive no harm for what he should tell them, he unfolded the whole matter. And when the Queen had heard it, she cried to Achilles, "O son of Thetis of the sea! help me now in this strait, and help this maiden that hath been called thy bride, though this indeed be false. Twill be a shame to thee if such wrong be done under thy name; for it is thy name that hath undone us. Nor have I any altar to which I may flee, nor any friend but thee only in this army."

Then Achilles made answer, "Lady, I learnt from Chiron, who was the most righteous of men, to be true and honest. And if the sons of Atreus govern according to right, I obey them; and if not, not. Know, then, that thy daughter, seeing that she hath been given, though but in word only, to me, shall not be slain by her father. For if she so die, then shall my name be brought to great dishonour, seeing that through it thou hast been persuaded to come with her to this place. This sword shall see right soon whether any one will dare to take this maiden from me."

And now King Agamemnon came forth, saying that all things were ready for the marriage, and that they waited for the maiden, not knowing that the whole matter had been revealed to the Queen. Then she said—

"Tell me now, dost thou purpose to slay thy daughter and mine?" And when he was silent, not knowing, indeed, what to say, she reproached him with many words, that she had been a loving and faithful wife to him, for which he made her an ill recompense slaying her child.

And when she had made an end of speaking, the maiden came forth from the tent, holding the young child Orestes in her arms, and cast herself upon her knees before her father, and besought him, saying, "I would, my father, that I had the voice of Orpheus, who made even the rocks to follow him, that I might persuade thee; but now all that I have I give, even these tears. O my father, I am thy child; slay me not before my time. This light is sweet to look upon. Drive me not from it to the land of darkness. I was the first to call thee father; and the first to whom thou didst say my child. And thou wouldst say to me, Some day, my child, I shall see thee a happy wife in the home of a rich husband. And I would answer, And I will receive thee with all love when thou art old, and pay thee back for all the benefits thou hast done unto me. This I indeed remember, but thou forgettest; for thou art ready to slay me. Do it not, I beseech thee, by Pelops thy grandsire, and Atreus thy father, and this my mother, who travailed in childbirth of me, and now travaileth again in her sorrow. And thou, O my brother, though thou art but a babe, help me. Weep with me; beseech thy father that he slay not thy sister. O my father, though he be silent, yet, indeed, he beseecheth thee. For his sake, therefore, yea, and for mine own, have pity upon me, and slay me not."

But the King was sore distracted, knowing not what he should say or do, for a terrible necessity was upon him, seeing that the army could not make their journey to Troy unless this deed should first be done. And while he doubted came Achilles, saying that there was a horrible tumult in the camp, the men crying out that the maiden must be sacrificed, and that when he would have stayed them from their purpose, the people had stoned him with stones, and that his own Myrmidons helped him not; but rather were the first to assail him. Nevertheless, he said that he would fight for the maiden, even to the utmost; and that there were faithful men who would stand with him and help him. But when the maiden heard these words, she stood forth and said, "Hearken to me, my mother. Be not wroth with my father, for we cannot fight against fate. Also we must take thought that this young man suffer not, for his help will avail nought, and he himself will perish. Therefore I am resolved to die; for all Greece looketh to me; for without me the ships cannot make their voyage, nor the city of Troy be taken. Thou didst bear me, my mother, not for thyself only, but for this whole people. Wherefore I will give myself for them. Offer me for an offering; and let the Greeks take the city of Troy, for this shall be my memorial for ever."

Then said Achilles, "Lady, I should count myself most happy if the Gods would grant thee to be my wife. For I love thee well, when I see thee how noble thou art. And if thou wilt, I will carry thee to my home. And I doubt not that I shall save thee, though all the men of Greece be against me."

But the maiden answered, "What I say, I say with full purpose. Nor will I that any man should die for me, but rather will I save this land of Greece."

And Achilles said, "If this be thy will, lady, I cannot say nay, for it is a noble thing that thou doest."

Nor was the maiden turned from her purpose though her mother besought her with many tears. So they that were appointed led her to the grove of Artemis, where there was built an altar, and the whole army of the Greeks gathered about it. But when the King saw her going to her death he covered his face with his mantle; but she stood by him, and said, "I give my body with a willing heart to die for my country and for the whole land of Greece. I pray the Gods that ye may prosper, and win the victory in this war, and come back safe to your homes. And now let no man touch me, for I will offer my neck to the sword with a good heart."

And all men marvelled to see the maiden of what a good courage she was. Then the herald Talthybius stood in the midst and commanded silence to the people; and Calchas the soothsayer put a garland about her head, and drew a sharp knife from his sheath. And all the army stood regarding the maiden and the priest and the altar.

Then there befell a marvellous thing. For Calchas struck with his knife, for the sound of the stroke all men heard, but the maiden was not there. Whither she had gone no one knew; but in her stead there lay gasping a great hind, and all the altar was red with the blood thereof.

And Calchas said, "See ye this, men of Greece, how the goddess hath provided this offering in the place of the maiden, for she would not that her altar should be defiled with innocent blood. Be of good courage, therefore, and depart every man to his ship, for this day ye shall sail across the sea to the land of Troy."

But how it fared with the maiden may be read in the story of "Iphigenia among the Taurians."


Text:
Stories from the Greek Tragedians
By the Rev. Alfred J. Church, M.A.
AUTHOR OF
"Stories from Homer" and "Stories from Virgil"
With Twenty Illustrations from Designs
by FLAXMAN and Others
New York
Dodd, Mead and Company
October, 1879.

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