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It was late in the afternoon of a dark and rainy day when Paullinus
left the little village where he had found shelter for the night. The
village lay in a great forest country in the heart of Gaul. The
scattered folk that inhabited it were mostly heathens, and very
strange and secret rites were still celebrated in lonely sanctuaries.
Christian teachers, of whom Paullinus was one, travelled alone or in
little companies along the great high roads, turning aside to visit
the woodland hamlets, and labouring patiently to make the good news of
the Word known.
They were mostly unmolested, for they travelled under the powerful
name of Romans, and in many places they were kindly received.
Paullinus had been for months slowly faring from village to village,
without any fixed plan of journeying, but asking his way from place to
place, as the Spirit led him. He was a young man, a very faithful
Christian, and with a love of adventure and travel which stood him in
good stead. He carried a little money, but he had seldom need to use
it, for the people were simple and hospitable; he did not try to hold
assemblies, for he believed that the Gospel must spread like leaven
from quiet heart to quiet heart. Indeed he did not purpose to proclaim
the Word, but rather to prepare the way for those that should come
after. He was of a strong habit, spare and upright; when he was alone
he walked swiftly, looking very eagerly about him. He loved the aspect
of the earth, the green branching trees, the wild creatures of the
woodland, the voices of birds and the sound of streams. And he had too
a great and simple love for his own kind, and though he had little
eloquence he had a plentiful command of friendly and shrewd talk, and
even better than he loved to speak he loved to listen. He had a sweet
and open smile, that drew the hearts of all whom he met to him,
especially of the children. And he loved his wandering life in the
free air, without the daily cares of settled habit.
He had spent the night with an old and calm man, who had been a
warrior in his youth, but who could now do little but attend to his
farm. Paullinus had spoken to him of the love of the Father and the
tender care that Jesus had to His brothers on earth; the old man had
listened courteously, and had said that it sounded fair enough, but
that he was too old to change, and must stand in the ancient ways.
Paullinus did not press him; his custom was never to do that. In the
morning he had gone to and fro in the village, and it was late before
he thought of setting out; the old man had pressed him to stay another
night, but something in Paullinus' heart had told him that he must not
wait, for it seemed to him that there was work to be done. The old man
came with him to the edge of the forest, and gave him very particular
directions to the village he was bound for, which lay in the heart of
the wood. "Of one thing I must advise you," he said. "There is, in the
wood, some way off the track, a place to which I would not have you
go—it is a temple of one of our gods, a dark place. Be certain, dear
sir, to pass it by. No one would go there willingly, save that we are
sometimes compelled." He broke off suddenly here and looked about him
fearfully; then he went on in a low voice: "It is called the Temple of
the Grey Death, and there are rites done there of which I may not
speak. I would it were otherwise, but the gods are strong—and the
priest is a hard and evil man, who won his office in a terrible way,
and shall lose it no less terribly. Oh, go not there, dear stranger;"
and he laid his hand upon his arm.
"Dear brother," said Paullinus, "I have no mind to go there—but your
words seem to have a dark meaning behind them. What are these rites of
which you speak?" But the old man shook his head.
"I may not speak of them," he said, "it is better to be silent."
Then they took a kind leave of each other, and Paullinus said that he
would pass again that way to see his friend, "for we are friends, I
know." And so he went into the wood. It was a wood of very ancient
trees, and the dark leaves roofed over the grassy track making a
tunnel. The heavens too grew dark above, and Paullinus heard the drops
patter upon the leaves. Generally he loved well enough to walk in the
woodways, but here it seemed different. He would have liked a
companion. Something sinister and terrible seemed to him to hide
within those gloomy avenues, and the feeling grew stronger every
moment. But he said to himself some of the simple hymns with which he
often cheered his way, and felt again that he was in the hands of God.
Presently he passed a little forest pool that was one of the marks of
his way. Upon the further bank he was surprised to see a man sitting,
with a rod or spear in his hand, looking upon the water. He was glad
to see another man in this solitude, and hailed him cheerfully, asking
if he was in the right way. The man looked up at the sound. Paullinus
saw that he was of middle age, very strong and muscular—but
undoubtedly he had an evil face. He scowled, as though he were vexed
to be interrupted, and with an odd and angry gesture of the hand he
stepped quickly within the wood and disappeared. Paullinus felt in his
mind that the man wished him evil, and went on his way somewhat
heavily. And now the sun began to go down and it was darker than ever
in the forest; Paullinus came to a place where the road forked, and
thinking over his note of the way, struck off to the left, but as he
did so he felt a certain misgiving which he could not explain. He now
began to hurry, for the light failed every moment, and the colour was
soon gone out of the grass beneath his feet, leaving all a dark and
indistinguishable brown. Soon the path forked again, and then came a
road striking across the one that he had pursued of which he did not
think he had been told. He went straight forward, but it was now grown
so dark that he could no longer see his way, and stumbled very sadly
along the wet path, feeling with his hand for the trees. He thought
that he must by this time have gone much further than the distance
between the villages, and it was clear to him that he had somehow
missed the road.
He at last determined that he would try to return, and went slowly
back the way that he had come, till at last the night came down upon
him. Then Paullinus was struck with a great fear. There were wolves in
those forests he knew, though they lived in the unvisited depths of
the wood and came not near the habitations of men unless they were
fierce with famine. But he had heard several times a strange snarling
cry some way off in the wood, and once or twice he had thought he was
being softly followed. So he determined to go no further, but to climb
up into a tree, if he could find one, and there to spend an uneasy
He felt about for some time, but could discover nothing but small
saplings, when he suddenly saw through the trees a light shine, and it
came across him that he had stumbled as it were by accident upon the
village. So he went forward slowly towards the light—there was no
track here—often catching his feet among brambles and low plants,
till the gloom lifted somewhat and he felt a freer air, and saw that
he was in a clearing in the wood. Then he discerned, in front of him,
a space of deeper darkness against the sky, what he thought to be the
outline of the roofs of buildings; then the light shone out of a
window near the ground; but presently he came to a stop, for he saw
the light flash and gleam in the ripples of a water that lay in his
path and blocked his way.
Then he called aloud once or twice; something seemed to stir in the
house, and presently the light in the window was obscured by the head
and shoulders of a man, who pressed to the opening; but there was no
answer. Then Paullinus spoke very clearly, and said that he was a
Roman, a traveller who had lost his way. Then a harsh voice told him
to walk round the water to the left and wait awhile; which Paullinus
Soon he heard steps come out of the house and come to the water's
edge. Then he heard sounds as though some one were walking on a hollow
board—then with a word of warning there fell the end of a plank near
him on the bank, and he was bidden to come across. He did so, though
the bridge was narrow and he was half afraid of falling; but in a
moment he was at the other side, a dark figure beside him. He was
bidden to wait again, and the figure went out over the water and
seemed to pull in the plank that had served as a bridge; and then the
man returned and bade him to come forward. Paullinus followed the
figure, and in a moment he could see the dark eaves of a long, low
house before him, very rudely but strongly built; then a door was
opened showing a lighted room within, and he was bidden to step
forward and enter.
He found himself in a large, bare chamber, the walls and ceiling of a
dark wood. A pine torch flared and dripped in a socket. There were one
or two rough seats and a table spread with a meal. At the end of the
room there were some bricks piled for a fireplace with charred ashes
and a smouldering log among them, for though it was still summer the
nights began to be brisk. On the walls hung some implements; a spade
and a hoe, a spear, a sword, some knives and javelins. He that
inhabited it seemed to be part a tiller of the soil and part a
huntsman; but there were other things of which Paullinus could not
guess the use—hooks and pronged forks. There were skins of beasts on
the floor, and on the ceiling hung bundles of herbs and dried meats.
The air was pungent with pine-smoke. He recognised the man at once as
the same that he had seen beside the pool; and he looked to Paullinus
even stranger and more dangerous than he had seemed before. He seemed
too to be on his guard against some terror, and held in his hand a
club, as though he were ready to use it.
Presently he said a few words in a harsh voice: "You are a Roman," he
asked; "how may I know it?" "I do not know," said Paullinus, trying to
smile, "unless you will believe my word." "What is your business
here?" said the man; "are you a merchant?" "No," said Paullinus, "I
have no business, I travel, and I talk with those I meet—perhaps I am
a teacher—a Christian teacher." At this the man's sternness seemed a
little to relax. "Oh, the new faith?" he said, rather contemptuously;
"well, I have heard of it—and it will never spread; but I am curious
to know what it really is, and you shall tell me of it." But suddenly
his angry terrors came upon him again, and he said, with a frown, "But
where were you bound, and whence come you?"
Paullinus, with such calmness as he could muster, for he felt himself
to be in some danger, he scarcely knew what, mentioned the names of
the villages. "Well, you have missed your way," said the man. "Why did
you come here to the Temple of Death?" Paullinus had a sudden access
of dread at the words. "Is this the Temple?" he said; "it is the place
I was bidden to avoid." At this the man gave a fearful kind of smile,
like a flash of lightning out of a sombre cloud, and he said, with a
certain dark pride, "Ay, there are few that come willingly; but now
you must abide with me to-night—unless," he added, with a savage
look, "you have a mind to be eaten by wolves." "I will certainly
stay," said Paullinus, "I am not afraid—I serve a very mighty God
myself, who guards his servants if they guard themselves." "Ay, does
He?" said the man, with a flash of anger, "then He must needs be
strong;—but I wish you no evil," he added in a moment. "I think you
are a brave man, perhaps a good one—I fear you not." "There is no
need for you to fear me," said Paullinus, "my God is a God of peace
and love—and indeed," he added with a smile, looking at the man's
great frame, "I should have thought there was little need for you to
fear any one." This last word seemed to dissolve the man's evil mood
all at once, for he put away the club he held, in a corner of the
room, and bade Paullinus eat and drink, which he did gladly. The meat
was a strongly flavoured kind of venison, and there was a rough bread,
and a drink that seemed both sweet and strong, and had the taste of
summer flowers. He praised the food, and the man said to him, "Ay, I
have learnt to suit it to my taste. I live here in much loneliness,
and there is none to help me."
After the meal the man asked him to tell him something of the new
faith, and Paullinus very willingly told him as simply as he could of
the Way of Christ.
The man listened with a sort of gloomy attention. "So it is this," he
said at last, "which is taking hold of the world! well, it is pretty
enough—a good faith for such as live in ease and security, for women
and children in fair houses; but it suits not with these forests. The
god who made these great lonely woods, and who dwells in them, is very
different,"—he rose and made a strange obeisance as he talked. "He
loves death and darkness, and the cries of strong and furious beasts.
There is little peace here, for all that the woods are still—and as
for love, it is of a brutish sort. Nay, stranger, the gods of these
lands are very different; and they demand very different sacrifices.
They delight in sharp woes and agonies, in grinding pains, in dripping
blood and death-sweats and cries of despair. If these woods were all
cut down, and the land ploughed up, and peaceful folk lived here in
quiet fields and farms, then perhaps your simple, easy-going God might
come and dwell with them—but now, if he came, he would flee in
"Nay," said Paullinus, but somewhat sadly, for the man's words seemed
to have a fearful truth about them, "the Father waits long and is
kind; the victory of love is slow, but it is sure."
"It is slow enough!" said the man; "these forests have grown here
beyond the memory of man, and they will stand long after you and I
have been turned to a handful of dust—and so I will serve my gods
while I live. But you are weary," he added, "and may sleep; fear not
any hurt from me; and as for the way you speak of, well, I will say
that I should be content if it had the victory. I am sick at heart of
the hard rule of these gods—but I fear them, and will serve them
faithfully till I die."
And then he brought some skins of beasts and heaped them in a corner
of the room for Paullinus, who lay down gladly, and from mere
weariness fell asleep. But the priest sat long before the fire in
thought; and twice he went to the door and looked out, as if he were
waiting for some tidings.
Once the opening of the door aroused Paullinus; and he saw the dark
figure of the priest stand in the doorway, and over his head and
shoulders a dark still night, pierced with golden stars; and once
again, when he opened the door a second time, the pure gush of air
into the close room woke Paullinus from a deep sleep; again he saw the
priest stand silent in the door, with his hands clasped behind him;
and through the door Paullinus could see the dim ring of dewy woods,
that seemed to sleep in quiet dreams; and over the woods a great pale
light of dawn that was coming slowly up out of the east.
But Paullinus fell back into sleep again from utter weariness, as a
man might dive into a pool. And when at last he opened his eyes, he
saw that day was come with an infinite sweetness and freshness; the
birds called faintly in the thickets; and the priest was going slowly
about his daily task, preparing food; and Paullinus, from where he
lay, smiled at him, and the priest smiled back, as though half
ashamed, and presently said, "You have slept deeply, sir; and to sleep
as you have done shows that a man is brave and innocent."
Then Paullinus rose, and would have helped him, but the man said,
"Nay, you are my guest; and besides, I do things in a certain order,
as all do who live alone, and I would not have any one to meddle with
me." He spoke gruffly, but there was a certain courtesy in his manner.
Presently the priest asked him to come and eat, and they sat together
eating in a friendly way. The priest was silent, but Paullinus talked
of many things—and at last the priest said, "I thought I loved my
loneliness, but it seems that I am pleased to have a companion. I
believe," he added, "that I would be content if you would dwell with
me." And Paullinus smiled in answer, and said, "Ay, it is not good to
live alone."
A little while after Paullinus said that he must set out on his way,
and that he was very grateful for so gentle a welcome; but the priest
said, "Nay, but you must see the sights of my house and of the temple.
Few folk have seen it, and never a foreign man. It is not a merry
place," he added, "but it will do to make a traveller's tale."
So he led him to the door, and they went out. Paullinus saw that the
house where he had spent the night stood on a little square island,
with a deep moat all round it, filled with water; the island was all
overgrown with bushes and tall plants, except that in one place there
were some pens where sheep and goats were kept; and a path led down to
the landing-place where he had crossed it the night before. But what
at once seized and held the eyes and mind of Paullinus was the temple.
He thought he had never seen so grim a place; it rose above the bushes
and above the house. It was of very rough stone, all blank of windows,
with a roof of stone; the blocks were very large, and Paullinus
wondered how they had been brought there. In front there was a low
door, and over it a hideous carving, that seemed to Paullinus to be
the work of devils. Apart from the temple, rising among the bushes,
stood a rude sculptured figure, with a leering evil face, very roughly
but vigorously cut, with an arm raised as though beckoning people to
the temple. This figure, of a kind of reddish stone, seemed horrible
beyond words to Paullinus. It seemed to him like a servant of Satan,
if not Satan himself, frozen into stone.
The priest looked at Paullinus, who could not help showing his
horror, with a kind of pride. Then he said, "Will you go further? Will
you enter the temple with me, and see what is therein? Perhaps you
will after all bow your head to the gods of the forest." And Paullinus
said, "Yes, I will go," and he said a silent prayer to the Lord Christ
that He would guard him well. Another path paved with stone led from
the landing-place to the temple, along which they went slowly; the
priest leading. Arrived at the door, the priest made another strange
obeisance, lifting his hands slowly above his head and closing his
eyes; then he opened the door into the temple itself. There came out a
foul and heavy smell that shuddered in the nostrils of Paullinus and
left him gasping somewhat for breath. The priest looked at him with a
sort of curious wonder, which made Paullinus determine to go further.
The temple itself was large and dark, a sickly light only filtering in
through a hole in the roof. The floor was paved, and the roof was
supported by great wooden columns, the trunks of large forest trees.
The greater part of the building was shut off by a large wooden
screen, about the height of a man, close to them, so that they stood
in a kind of vestibule. The whole of the building, walls, roof, and
floor, had been painted at some time or other a black colour, which
was now faded and looked a dark slaty grey. Over the screen in the
centre was seen the head of what seemed an image, very great and
horrible. The light, which came from an opening immediately above the
image, showed a horned and bearded head, misshapen and grotesque.
Possibly at another time and place Paullinus might have smiled at the
ugly thing; but here, peering at them over the screen, in the fetid
gloom, it froze the blood in his veins.
And now behind the screen were strange sounds as well, a kind of
heavy breathing or snorting, and what seemed the scratching of some
beast. The priest went up to the screen and opened a sort of panel in
it; this was followed by a hoarse and hideous outcry within, half of
fear and half of rage. The priest took from an angle of the wall a
long pole shod with iron, and leaned within the opening, saying in a
stern tone some words that Paullinus did not understand. Presently the
noises ceased, and the priest, using a great effort, seemed to pull or
push at something with the pole, and there was the sound as of a great
gate turning on its hinges. Then he drew his head and arms out, and
said to Paullinus, "We may enter." He then threw a door open in the
middle of the screen and went in. Paullinus followed.
In front of them stood a great statue on a pedestal; the figure of a
thing, half-man half-goat, crouched as though to spring. The smell was
still more horrible within, and it became clear to Paullinus that he
was in the lair of some ravenous and filthy beast. There lay a mess of
bones underneath the statue. To the left, in the wall, there was a
strong oaken door, made like a portcullis, which seemed to close the
entrance of a den; something seemed to move and stir in the blackness,
and Paullinus heard the sound of heavy breathing within. The priest,
still holding the pole in his hand, led the way round to the back of
the statue. Here, set into the wall, were a number of stone slabs,
with what seemed to be a name upon each, rudely carved.
The priest pointed to these and said, "Those are the names of the
priests of this shrine. And now," he went on, "I will tell you a thing
which is in my mind—I know not why I should wish to say it—but it
seems to me that I have a great desire to tell you all and keep
nothing back; and I tell you this, though you may turn from me with
shame and horror. We have a law that if a man be condemned to death
for a certain crime—if he have slain one of his kin—he is bound to a
tree in the forest to be devoured piecemeal by the wolves. But if
there seem to be cause or excuse for the deed that he has done, then
he is allowed to purchase his life on one condition—he may come to
this place and slay the priest who serves here, if he can, or himself
be slain. And if he slay him he reigns in his stead until he himself
be slain. And the rites of this place are these: all of this tribe who
may be guilty of the slaying of a man by secret or open violence
without due cause are offered here a sacrifice to the god—and that is
the task that I have done and must do till I am myself slain. And here
in a den dwells a savage beast—I know not its name and its age is
very great—that slays and devours the guilty. What wonder if a man's
heart grows dark and cruel here; I can only look into my own heart,
black as it is, and wonder that it is not blacker. But the gods are
good to me, and have not cursed me utterly.
"And now I will tell you that when I saw you by the pool, and when
you called to me in the night, I thought that perchance you had come
to slay me—and then I saw that you were alone, and not guarded as a
prisoner would be; but even then my heart was dark, because the god
has had no sacrifice for many a month, and seems to call upon me for a
victim—so I had it in my heart to slay you here. And now," he said,
"I have opened the door of my heart, and you have seen all that is to
be seen."
And then he looked upon Paullinus as if to know his judgment; and
Paullinus, turning to the priest, and seeing that in his heart he
desired what was better, and abode not willingly in the ways of death,
said, "Brother, with all my heart I am sorry for you—and I would have
you turn your heart away from these dark and evil gods—who are
indeed, I think, the very spirits of hell—and turn to the Father of
mercy of whom I spoke, with whom there is forgiveness and love for all
His sons, when once they turn to Him and ask His help."
The priest looked very gently at Paullinus as he spoke; but there came
a horrible roaring out of the den, and the beast flung himself against
the bars as if in rage.
Then the priest said, "For twenty years I have heard no speech like
this; for twenty years I have lived with death and done wickedness,
and all men turn from me with fear and loathing, and speak not any
word to me: I have never looked in a kindly human eye, nor felt the
hand of a friend within my own. Judge between me and my sin. I had a
brother, an evil man, who made it his pleasure to trouble me. I was
stronger than he, and he feared me. I loved a maiden of our tribe, and
she loved me; and when my brother knew it he went about to do her a
hurt, that it might grieve me. One day she went through the forest
alone, and never returned, and I, in madness ranging the wood to find
her, found the mangled bones of her body. I knew it by the poor torn
hair—she had been devoured by wolves—but burying the bones I saw
that the feet were tied together with a cord, and then I knew that
some one had bound her by violence and left her to be devoured.
"Then as I returned from burying her, I came upon my brother in a
glade of the wood; and he looked upon me with an evil smile, and said,
'Hast thou found her?' And I knew in my heart what he had done, and I
slew him where he stood—and then I returned and said what I had done.
Then they imprisoned me—for my brother was older than myself, and my
enemies said that I had done it to win his inheritance—and at last,
after long consulting, they gave me the choice to be devoured of
wolves or to become the priest of Death. I chose the latter, because I
was mad and hated all mankind. I came to this place at sundown, and my
guards left me. I swam the ditch, and knocked at the priest's door; he
was an old man and piteous, who abhorred his trade—and there I seized
him and slew him with my hands—he was weak and made no
resistance—and I flung his body to the beast and carved his name.
That is my bitter story—and since then I have lived, accursed and
dreaded. These gods are hard taskmasters." He made a wild gesture of
the hand and turned his bright eyes upon Paullinus, who stood aghast.
"The tale is told," said the priest. "I who have kept silence all
these years have babbled my story to a stranger. Why did I tell you? I
thought that with all your talk of mercy and forgiveness you might
have a message for my bitter and tired heart—but you shrink from me,
and are silent."
"Nay," said Paullinus, "shrink from you!—not so—nay, I cling to you
more than ever; come and claim your part in the forgiveness that waits
for all—you have suffered, you have repented—and the God whom I
serve has comfort and peace for you and for all; His love is wide and
deep—claim your share in it." And he took the priest's hand in both
of his own.
There was a horrible roaring behind them as they stood: the great
beast behind them struck at the bars, but the priest took no heed.
"If I could," he said, with his eyes fixed on Paullinus' face.
"Nay then," said Paullinus, "if you would it is done already, for He
reads the very secrets of the heart."
There broke out a loud fierce crashing sound behind them; the great
oaken gate heaved and splintered, and a monstrous beast as huge as a
horse appeared at the mouth of the den; his small head was laid back
on his hairy shoulders, his little eyes gleamed wickedly, and his red
mouth opened snarling fiercely. The priest turned, and met the rush of
the beast full. In a moment he was flung to the ground with a dreadful
rending sound. "Save yourself!" he cried. The huge brute glared, with
his foot upon the fallen form, and seemed to hesitate whether to
attack his second foe. Paullinus, hardly knowing what he did, seized
the great iron-pointed pole, and with a firmness of strength which he
had not known himself to possess drove it full into the monster's
great throat as it opened its mouth towards him. It made a wild and
sickening cry; it raised one foot as though to strike, then it beat
the air and struck once at the head of the prostrate form; then, with
a gurgling sound, spitting out a flood of hot blood, it collapsed,
rolled slowly on one side. Paullinus, watching it intently and still
holding the pole, thrust it further in with all his might. It quivered
all over, and in a moment lay still. Paullinus made haste to drag the
priest out from beneath—but he saw that all was over; the last blow
of the beast had battered in the skull—and besides that the body was
horribly mangled and crushed. The limbs of the priest were heavy and
relaxed; his hands were folded together as though in prayer, and he
drew one or two little fluttering breaths, but never opened his eyes.
Paullinus was like one in a dream at this sudden horror; but he kept
his senses; once or twice the great beast moved, and drummed on the
pavement with a horny paw. So Paullinus drew the prostrate body of the
priest outside the screen and closed the door. Then he went with swift
steps out of the temple and to the water's edge; he drew up a little
water in his hand, looking into the dark and cool moat. Then he came
back with a purpose in his mind. He sprinkled the water on the poor
mangled brow; and then, choosing the name of the Apostle whom Jesus
most loved, he said, "John, I baptize thee, in nomine, &c." It was
like a prisoner's release; the straining hands relaxed, and with a
sigh the new-made Christian presently died. "I doubt I have done
right," said Paullinus to himself. "He was coming to the Saviour very
swiftly, and I think was at His feet; and if he was not in heart a
Christian, the Lord will know when he meets Him in the heavenly
When Paullinus went back to the hut he found a rough mattock. First he
dug a great hole; the earth was black and soft, and water oozed soon
into the depths; then with much painful labour he dragged the great
beast thither, and covered him in from the eye of day; and then he
toiled to dig a grave for the priest—once he stopped to eat a little
food, but he worked with unusual ease and lightness. But the night
came down on the forest as he finished the grave—for he did not wish
that the priest should lie within the dreadful temple.
Then he went back, very weary but not sad; his terrors and distresses
had drawn slowly off from his mind, as he worked in the still
afternoon, under the clear sky, all surrounded by woods; the earth
seemed like one who had come from a bath, washed through and through
by the drench of wholesome rains, and the smell of the woods was sharp
and sweet.
Paullinus slept quietly that night, feeling very close to God; but in
the morning, when the dawn was coming up, he was awakened by a
shouting outside. His sleep had been so deep and still that he hardly
knew at first where he was, but it all came swiftly back to him; and
then the shouting was repeated. Paullinus rose to his feet and went
slowly out.
On the edge of the water, where the causeway crossed it, he saw two
men standing, that from their dress seemed to be great chiefs. Behind
them, with his hands bound, and attached by a rope held in the hand of
one of the chiefs, was a young man of a wild and fierce aspect, in the
dress of a serf, a rough tunic and leggings. His head was bare, and he
looked around him in dismay, like a beast in a trap. Behind, at the
edge of the clearing, stood four soldiers silent, with bows strung and
arrows fitted to the string. Over the whole group there seemed to be
the shadow of a stern purpose. At the appearance of Paullinus, the two
chiefs hurriedly bent together in talk, and looked at him with
astonishment. Paullinus came down to the water's edge, when one of the
chiefs said, "We have come for the priest; where is he? For he must do
his office upon this man, who hath slain one of his kin by stealth."
"It is too late," said Paullinus; "he is dead, and waits for burial."
Then the chiefs seemed again to confer together, and one of them, with
a strange reverence, said, "Then you are the new priest of the temple?
And yet it seems strange, for you are not of our nation."
"Nay," said Paullinus, "I am a wanderer, a Roman. It was not I who
slew him—it was the great beast who lived in the den yonder; and the
beast have I slain—but come over and let me tell you all the tale."
So he made haste to put out the bridge, and the two chiefs came over
in silence, leaving the prisoner in the hands of the guards who
surrounded him. Paullinus led them to the temple, which he could
hardly prevail upon them to enter, and showed them the dead body,
which was a fearful sight enough; then he showed them the broken gate
and the empty den, and then he led them to the mound where the beast
lay buried, and offered if they would to uncover the body. "Nay, we
would not see him," said the elder chief in a low voice; "it is
Paullinus then led them to the hut and told them the story from
beginning to end. The chiefs looked at him with surprise when he told
them of the beast's death, and one of them said, "I doubt, sir, you
slew him by Roman magic—for he was exceedingly strong, and you look
not much of a warrior." "Nay," said Paullinus, smiling, "I doubt he
was his own death, as is often the end of evil—he leapt upon the
pole: I did but hold it, and the Lord made my hand strong."
When he had done the story the chiefs spoke together a little in a low
tone. Then one of them said, "This is a strange tale, sir. And it
seems to us that you must be a man whom the gods love, for you stayed
here a night with the priest—who was a fierce man and no friend of
strangers—and received no hurt. And then you have slain the Hound of
Death, unarmed. But we will ask you to go with us, for we cannot
decide so grave a matter until we have taken counsel with our tribe.
Be assured that you shall be used courteously."
"I will go very willingly," said Paullinus. "My God did indeed send me
hither to do a work which He had prepared for me to do, and I would
serve His will in all things."
So they first buried the body of the priest in his grave, and then
they went together to the village, and messages were sent to the
chiefs of the tribe, who came in haste, ten great warriors; and they
sat and debated long in low voices. And Paullinus sat without
wondering that he could feel so calm, for he knew that he was in
So when they had talked a long while they called Paullinus into the
council, and the oldest chief, an ancient warrior with silver hair,
much bowed with age, told him that they saw that he was a man favoured
of God. "I hide it not from you," he said, "that some of my brethren
here would have it that death should be your portion, because you have
meddled with sacred and secret things. But I think that it is clear
that you have done no wrong, or otherwise you would have been slain;
you spoke but now of the God you serve, and we would hear of Him; for
now that the priest is dead and the beast dead, we say with reverence
that a cloud is lifted from us, and that we have served dark gods too
So Paullinus spoke of the Father's love and the coming of the Saviour
on to the earth; and when he had finished the chiefs thanked him very
courteously, and then they asked him to abide with them and speak
again of the matter. So Paullinus abode there and made many friends,
as his manner was.
Then came a day when the chiefs again held council, and they told
Paullinus that if he would, he should be the priest of the temple and
teach what he would there, and that the temple should be cleansed; and
they said that they would not ask him to be the slayer of such as had
killed a man, for that, they said, seems to belong rather to a warrior
than a priest.
So Paullinus said that he would abide with them, but that he must
first go and be made a priest after his own order; and he departed,
but soon returned, and the Temple of Death was made a Church of
Paullinus is an old man now; you may see him walk at evening beside
the water, under the shadow of the church. The images have been broken
and defaced; but Paullinus often stops beside a mound, and thinks of
the bones of the great beast that lie whitening below—and then he
stands beside a grave which bears the name of John, and knows that his
brother, that did evil in the days of his ignorance, but that suffered
sore, will be the first to meet him in the heavenly country, with the
light of God about him; "and perhaps," says Paullinus to himself, "he
will bear a palm in his hand."


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Unity Health, in partnership with UAMS, is one of several hospitals throughout the state that is part of the Arkansas SAVES system. SAVES stands for Stroke Assistance through Virtual Emergency Support.
The telemedicine program is saving lives in Arkansas, one of those here at Unity Health.
Medical Miracle
After visiting with Christine Folkner, you would never know that she suffered a potentially life-altering stroke just a few months ago. Her speech, movement and vision is just as it was before she experienced and ischemic stroke on June 12.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when Christine laid down to rest around 1:30.
"I felt like someone was jumping on me," she said. "Then, the third time, I felt a big pounce and woke up to see my dog Joey. He paced up and down my arm and would not leave me. I could barely talk and asked my husband to get a wash rag. Then, I told him I couldn't move and that I thought I might be having a stroke."
Christine's husband L.D. immediately called the ambulance service that rushed her to the Emergency Department at Unity Health. By 2:30 p.m., she was being diagnosed in the trauma room at Unity Health. The stroke was confirmed, and the Emergency Department staff asked if they could initiate the AR Saves program to help save her life. (Saves stands for Stroke Assistance through Virtual Emergency Support.)
Through, AR Saves, the Emergency Department nurses connected to Neurologist Margaret Tremwell MD, in Fort Smith via video conferencing. The nurses were able to demonstrate Christine's classic stroke symptoms to the neurologist by moving the video camera.
Upon seeing Christine, Dr. Tremwell recommended the t-PA has the potential reversing the effects of a stroke.
"I thought, 'if I don't get the medicine, I stand the chance of living and being crippled the rest of my life," Christine says. 'If I do get the medicine and it works, I stand the chance of being OK. 'Then, my husband and I decided that I should get the medicine."
Within minutes of receiving t-PA, her ability to mover her hand, smile, talk and see with her peripheral vision gradually returned. By the time Christine left the hospital, a mere four days after her stroke, full function had returned to the left side of her body.
Arkansas ranks third in the nation for the number of stroke-related deaths, which is why the University of Arkansas for medical Sciences developed AR Saves.
This innovative telemedicine program allows stroke victims throughout the state to be properly diagnosed and treated by an off-site neurologist with the help of emergency department physicians and staff.
"Seeing the doctor on the monitor was just like having her in the room with us, "L.D. says. "The whole process was just amazing"
Thanks to the quick thinking of her husband, the Unity Health Emergency Department nurses and the AR Saves program, Christine experienced a miraculous recovery.
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Failure, violence and sexual abuse were everyday life in Lisbeth Zornig Andersen's upbringing. She begins an uncertain journey to uncover how these terrible events could take place.
Is it love for another person or love for your country which gives us the greatest sense of belonging?
Comrades and lovers Amer and Raghda met in a Syrian prison. 15 years and 4 children later, Award-winning director Sean McAllister follows the family over 5 years, as the Arab Spring sweeps the region.The film charts their incredible odyssey to political freedom, documenting their dreams and despair: for the revolution, their homeland and each other.
What impact does the Danish asylum system have on families seeking refugee status?
This Film follows 10-year-old Magomed an asylum seeker from Chechnya, as he adjusts to life in Denmark. . But his new life with new friends takes on a dark and heartbreaking turn when the decision about the family's application for asylum comes with both good and bad news.
How do the mothers' of illegitimate children battle social stigma in a country where sex outside of marriage is illegal?
In Morocco, as in all Muslim countries, sex outside marriage is illegal and women bear the brunt of society's disapproval. But what is the fate of the children of those single mothers? They are denied jobs, housing and condemned to a life of discrimination. Bastards is the first film to tell this story from a mother's point of view.
After the discover of oil, will Ghana manage to avoid becoming the latest resource-cursed African country?
Big Men is an epic adventure of high-stakes capitalism, with shockingly intimate access to company executives, government officials and gun-toting militants. Kosmos Energy, a Dallas-based oil company, discovers Ghana's first oil. Can they develop the field and maximize profits as everyone involved tries to gain as much as possible?
What does life at the world's biggest Chinese restaurant reveal about the state of modern China?
The proprietress, the bridegroom- to-be and the young waitress. Through the eyes of the staff and guests of the world's biggest Chinese restaurant, we gain a unique picture of modern China.
Will Coach Zoran unite South Sudan through its first ever national football team?
South Sudan became an independent state in July 2011, following al- most 50 years of civil war. This film follows veteran Serbian coach Zoran Djordjevic as he seeks to forge the first national football team in the new country.
How is the fight against the Taliban contributing to the exploitation of young boys in Afghanistan?
In Southern Afghanistan hundreds of boys as young as 10, living in extreme poverty, are lured off the streets on the promise of a new life away from destitution, unaware their real fate is to be used for entertainment and sex.
What can the stories of people in Detroit tell us about the evolution of American identity?
An owner of a blues bar, a young blogger, an auto union rep, a group of young artists, an opera impresario and a gang of illegal "scrappers" make up an unlikely chorus that illuminates the tale of both a city and a country in a soul-searching mood, desperate for a new identity.
What do you do when your mother suddenly disappears and never comes back?
The powerful story of those killed and then secretly buried by the IRA during the conflict in Northern Ireland.
Can two men from Russia become part of the Libyan revolution?
In 2011 two friends abandon their peace of their home country to fight in the Libyan revolution. Driven by their hatred of Muammar Gaddafi and a desire to be a part of history.
How can LGBT people survive in a country where homosexuality is illegal?
The last year in the life of veteran activist David Kato, as he labours to repeal Uganda's homophobic laws and liberate his fellow lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender men and women, or "kuchus".
Is it possible to reform the US criminal justice system to realize "justice for all"?
Gideon's Army follows Travis Williams, Brandy Alexander and June Hardwick, three young public defenders who are part of a small group of idealistic lawyers in the Deep South challenging the assumptions that drive a criminal justice system strained to the breaking point. Can these courageous lawyers revolutionize the way America thinks about indigent defence and make "justice for all" a reality?
Is being a girl model as glamorous as it seems?
Girl Model follows two protagonists involved in this industry: Ashley, a deeply ambivalent model scout who scours the Siberian countryside looking for fresh faces to send to the Japanese market, and one of her discoveries, Nadya, a thirteen year-old plucked from the Siberian countryside and dropped into the center of Tokyo with promises of a profitable career.
How is the American Evangelical movement fuelling Uganda's turn towards violent homophobia?
Academy Award-winning Filmmaker Roger Ross Williams explores the role of the American Evangelical movement in fueling Uganda's terrifying turn towards biblical law and the proposed death penalty for homosexuality. . Shocking and enlightening, touching and horrifying, God Loves Uganda will leave you questioning just how closely this brand of Christianity resembles the one you think you know.
How can a dead man assist in the investigation of his own murder?
In May 2009, Rodrigo Rosenberg, a wealthy, charismatic lawyer went cycling near his home in Guatemala City and was murdered. What was extraordinary is that Rosenberg knew, for certain, he was about to be killed. A brilliant investigation, a journey into Rosenberg's soul and Guatemala's hell, that after multiple twists and turns, reached a stunning revelation.
Can there be justice in the Philippine judicial system?
A criminal who didn't commit a crime. A mystery murder without a body. A look at the corrupt Philippine legal system, like a Kafkaesque story, featuring false witnesses, cover-ups and human rights violations.
What does love look like in Japan after the economic crisis?
When Japan's economy crashed in the early 1990s Naoki lost everything, ending up divorced and penniless - he was saved from homelessness by his new girlfriend, 29-year-old Yoshie who works at sleazy bar where she is paid to drink and flirt with married men. This films tell the unusual love story of survival in the world's second richest economy.
How does foreign aid create a system of justice for sale in Congo?
This film follows Claudine, a young and courageous human rights lawyer, in her struggle against injustice and widespread impunity in Congo. Her investigation into the case of a young soldier convicted of rape, opens her up to a world of widespread corruption seemingly instigated by foreign aid.
Is an attempt to make history worth your life?
Andrew McAuley sets out to become the first person to kayak from Australia to New Zealand. After a month at sea, his unshakeable need to conquer the unknown, ultimately costs him his life.
Can photographer Rax capture the unique lifestyle of his friends in the Arctic before it disappears?
This film follows RAX a world renowed photographer based in Iceland. Rax is on a mission: to document the deteriorating lifestyles of the Northern Hemisphere and bring them to the eyes of the world before it's too late.
Will Bolivian president Evo Morales ever be able to deliver on his promise of a Guevara-style revolution?
Evo Morales, Bolivia's first indigenous President struggles to empower the poor and end systemic corruption. Comparatively Jiovana Naivis, a corrupt politician witnesses the social change from her prison cell.
Can miners on strike in South Africa achieve their aim of better wages?
In August 2012, mineworkers in one of South Africa's biggest platinum mines began a wildcat strike for better wages. Six days later, the police used live ammunition to brutally suppress the strike, killing 34 and injuring many more. The documentary follows the strike from day one, showing the courageous but isolated fight waged by a group of low paid workers.
Can plans to build a new suspension bridge ease Mumbai's llife or death traffic tensions?
In the Indian city of Mumbai, 13 people die on public transportation every day. The solution: a massive suspension bridge to be built off the coast, linking the north of the city to the south.
What can Nagieb learn about his roots on a trip to Afghanistan?
Nagieb Khaja, a young Danish journalist of Afghani origin, travels to Lashkar Gah in Afghanistan. Assisted by 30 locals he captures a rare glimpse of everyday life in a war-torn existence.
Will two young Syrian refugees be able to reunite with their families in Europe?
The moving story of two young boys as they attempt to escape the civil war in Syria. The film follows them as they desperately try to become reunited with their families in Europe.
How can the human spirit defy the confines of imprisonment?
Thakhar Prison. 40 women. 34 children. Four cells. No burqas… Their stories are deeply compelling and are a testament to the strength and dignity of the human will in the face of obscene conditions.
Would you risk your life to flip a switch?
In Kanpur, India, putting oneself in harm's way to deliver electrical power is all too common. Powerless illuminates the political power struggles taking place across Kapur through the lens of the city's electrical supply.
Will 10 year old Yula be able to realize her dream to escape life on the largest garbage dump in Europe?
For 14 years, Oscar-nominated director Hanna Polak follows Yula as she grows up in the forbidden territory of Svalka, the largest garbage dump in Europe and 13 miles from the Kremlin in Putin's Russia. A dramatic cinema story about coming of age, and maturing to the point of taking destiny into one's own hands, Putin's Forgotten Children offers a universal message of hope, courage, and life.
Looking for a laugh in North Korea?
Comics Jacob Simon, together with Mads Brügger, who poses as their manager, gets permission to put on a vaudeville act in Pyong Yang, North Korea.
What will the Yemen revolution mean for the young men in the country?
As Yemen moves toward an important turning point in the 2011 revolution, documentary filmmaker Sean McAllister follows his guide Kais, a young father who prefers to look on at the tumult from a distance.
Will fame and success will change the life of Cambodia's newest Pop Diva for the better?
When an Australian musician meets a poor Cambodian woman in a Karaoke bar, their tempestuous cross-cultural romance results in the birth of The Cambodian Space Project, a thrilling musical explosion that wows audiences world- wide with sounds from the 1960s and '70s golden age of Cambodian rock.
How does South Africa treats its most vulnerable people?
Fearless, feisty and resolute, the "Rough Aunties" are a remarkable group of women unwavering in their stand to protect and care for the abused, neglected and forgotten children of Durban, South Africa.
What's life like for inmates in this notorious prison?
Federal Penal Colony No. 56 is situated in central Russia, in a forest larger than Germany and a seven- hour drive from the nearest city. There are 260 prisoners serving out their sentences, all of them for murder.
Does the collision of cultural values offer fresh insights into the 2011 Olympus Scandal?
This film explores the fallout from the Olympus Corporation scandal in 2011, when the multi-billion dollar Japanese optical company, suddenly dismissed its president and CEO. British-born Michael Woodford was dismissed 6 months into his tenure for blowing the whistle on the 1.7 billion dollar fraud that the company had been keeping secret for more than 20 years.
Will young Roma women get the opportunity to pursue their life aspirations?
Every summer, a few brave Roma girls will enter a beauty pageant in the bid to be called Miss Roma. But what if their dream is not a marriage proposal, but to go to high school and get a diploma? With extraordinary access and seldom-seen intimacy, we follow three young women on their journey of high stakes and self-discovery.
Will a young girl from Iran be able to defy familial and social expectations to become an Astronaut?
This documentary follows Sepideh from her evenings spent explorig the universe, to her teaming up with the world's first female space tourist Anousheh Ansari - all in pursuit of her ambition to become an astronaut.
What can we learn about the Israel-Palestinian conflict from the stories of women in the IDF?
A unique look at the tense relationship between Israel and the Palestinian population, through the perspective of women drafted into Israel's military service.
How is rape used as a weapon of war?
In Democratic Republic of the Congo the mass rape of women by soldiers, is an accepted weapon of war. Here a number of soldiers tell their stories in an effort to acknowledge the atrocities they have committed.
How do saunas encourage men in Finland to reveal their sensitive sides?
Fat men, thin men, old men, men who dress as Santa, vagrants: all of them go to the Finnish sauna. If they don't have a sauna nearby, they build one. Naked and sweaty, surrounded by steam, the Fins reveal their sensitive sides. In this film, personal, moving stories are interspersed with footage of the beautiful Finnish landscape.
How does human trafficking tear apart communities in Cambodia?
This film intimately captures the stories of three Cambodians: two human traffickers and a victim. It highlights the consequences of the trafficking business on their individual fates and shows how their humanity ends up trapped by this invisible plague.
What is it like to try and save a life, and failing?
When British Brain Surgeon Henry Marsh first visited the KGB Hospital in Kiev in the early 1990s, patients were dying from simple brain tumors left untreated. This documentary follows Marsh as he openly confronts the dilemmas of the doctor-patient relationship on his latest mission to the Ukraine.
Will Or be accepted by their community after gender reassignment surgery?
The incredible story of Or, a 22-year-old Israeli person secretly saving up for reassignment surgery in Thailand. A tale about fear, self-doubt, willpower, the importance of family and being able to be who you are.
Can Pol Pot's right hand man face up to the reality of the genocidal violence he inflicted?
Over a three-year period Thet Sambath talks with Nuon Chea, Pol Pot's deputy, about all phases of his political career except the years of the Khmer Rouge regime. Then he makes his first admission.
How can the construction of a new road alter the fabric of a remote community in China?
This documentary follows the dramatic changes that take place in Hunan, a province in central China, after the construction of a major new road is announced. As people from across the country flock here with the hope of finding work on the road, local villagers are forced to adapt.
Why are migrants going missing in the USA?
The Undocumented tells the stories of migrants who have died in the Arizona desert, and follows them on their long journey home. While others simply disappear never to be heard from again.
Are vasectomies a viable solution to the environmental issues caused by overpopulation?
THE VASECTOMIST follows Dr Doug Stein, an urologist from small town Florida on a mission to save the planet by "spreading the gospel of vasectomy". It is a journey through difficult and divisive issues, crossing cultural, religious and political taboos, which ultimately provokes a new conversation about over-population, over-consumption and the planet's environmental tipping point.
How do parent's attitude's affect young women's aspirations in India?
Two young women follow completely divergent paths in the new, modernizing India-one wants to become Miss India, the other is a fierce Hindu Nationalist prepared to kill and die for her beliefs.
How can a former child soldier recover from a childhood mared by violence?
The film tells the story of Agel, a former child soldier who returns to South Sudan to help build up his country. The film accompanies him over a period of two years – from South Sudan gaining its independence in 2011 to the renewed outbreak of civil war in December 2013.


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Interim - VBA / Excel Coding - £550 per day
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Fairbank Partners are currently working with a UK Life Insurer based in the Midlands the search for a Part Qualified Actuary to join them on a series of VBA/Excel coding based projects.
You must be a Part Qualified Actuary (or stopped studier) with 2-5 years' experience working within a Life or Pensions Provider. VBA and/or Excel coding experience is a must, experience working on Rectifications, Calculations, or Spread sheet Development work would be an advantage.
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Aging & GeriatricsMemory ProblemsElder Care
When It Gets Dark: An Enlightened Reflection on
Life with Alzheimer's
by Thomas DeBaggio is a poignant account of a man's efforts to retain a part of
his memory in the face of Alzheimer's Dementia. Thomas DeBaggio was diagnosed
with Alzheimer's, a progressive disorder which leads to loss of memory. The
short term memory is affected first and then the longer term memory too. In
this book, the author tries to recollect his past life, partly helped by his
wife, son and a few other relatives and close friends.
Since the author was a gardener all his adult
life, he describes that part of his life in considerable detail. The actual
symptoms or problems of Alzheimer's are given rather briefly, that too towards
the end of the book. The book is interspersed with short paragraphs full of
despair, self-pity etc., which is to be expected in a patient who has been
given a slow but sure sentence of mental death, since loss of memory is a
mental death.
The narration is gripping and moving at
places, especially on pages 179 and 180. It gives a fairly good portrayal of
the anxieties, fears and despairs of a sufferer. However, if you are looking
at a medical description of the disease, treatment options etc., you will need to
look elsewhere.
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Journey has been nominated for eight awards at the 2013 video game BAFTAs.
Thatgamecompany's digital title is up for 'Best Game', 'Artistic Achievement', 'Innovation', 'Story', 'Audio Achievement', 'Original Music', 'Game Design' and 'Online Multiplayer'.
It is closely followed by Telltale's The Walking Dead, which picks up seven nominations, including 'Best Game'.
Ubisoft's critically acclaimed shooter Far Cry 3 is up for six awards, British title Dear Esther gets five nods, while Halo 4, Borderlands 2, Assassin's Creed 3 and The Room receive four nominations each.
Overseen by new chairman Harvey Elliott, this year's awards ceremony takes place at the London Hilton on March 5, 2013.
Battlefield 3 won the public-voted 'GAME Award of 2011' at last year's BAFTAs, while Portal 2 picked up the award for 'Best Game'.
> Digital Spy talks to the BAFTA Video Game Awards 2012 winners - video
Watch a trailer for thatgamecompany's Journey below:
The BAFTA 2013 Video Game nominations in full:
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Last week I visited my hometown of Los Angeles! I went for a friend's wedding reception and it was my first time back since I moved away a year and half ago. Oh the memories!
My travel uniform: ALL BLACK
Sweatshirt: Adidas Originals (Men's), Black Leggings: Gap, Shoes: Nike, Big Handbag: Tory Burch
First stop after the airport, Santa Monica Beach!
Sunglasses: Nordstrom BP, Choker: Forever 21, Necklace: Rebecca Minkoff, Purse: Zara, Top: Cotton On, Shorts: Express, Gladiator Sandals: Target
Had to stop at one of my favorite little cafes in LA, Urth Caffe. Their food tastes so fresh, healthy, and flavorful. I always get their Green Tea Boba Blended drink. So hard to find anywhere else!
At the Huntington Library and Museum in Pasadena!
My favorites were the Japanese and Chinese gardens!
This view tho.
Visited my old employer in their new digs! God, I love high-rises. I miss downtown LA!
I missed my girl, Eunice! She was my ride or die bae at work!
Rocking my new uniform. Aka the "don't mess with me" look.
Top: Adidas Originals, Pants: Adidas, Shoes: Nike
Sporty Spice meets DTLA.
Partied with friends at Exchange LA, one of the top EDM only clubs in LA!
You know I love my lasers.
I could NOT leave LA without getting In N Out. I mean, I grew up with this place! The best fast food EVER.
Last stop, Malibu!
Building my dream house. NBD.
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Alice Eve is obscenely hot. She's Out of My Leaguehttp://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=citydoglax&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B003IMESBY&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr makes this abundantly clear throughout, but I just wanted to reiterate. Alice Eve is obscenely hot.
Monthly Archives: February 2011
Movie Review: Frozen
http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=citydoglax&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B0034G4OVS&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifrFrozen is the type of film that typically wouldn't interest me. But it was on someone's year end list that I respect (as a good horror film)… so I queued it up on Netflix.
Movie Review: Dogtooth
I had heard Dogtoothhttp://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=citydoglax&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B0048FQFFM&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr would give Salo a run for its money (in terms of squeamish moments), but it doesn't even come close. This film is Mary Poppins compared to Salo still. That said, it takes a depraved, sick individual to create a film such as Dogtooth. Hailing from Greece (I don't remember the last film I saw from Greece)… Dogtooth tells the story of a group of siblings being raised by parents who have never let them leave their house. In their late teens, they see the world through seriously fucked up eyes.
There's nothing particularly eye-catching about the filmmaking itself. The interesting thing here is the story, more specifically the characters. What type of parents would do this to their children? What type of teenagers would never ask why?
Basically, the father tells the kids that if they leave their property they could die. They can only leave if and when their dogteeth fall out. And they can only leave in a car. You can only ride in a car if and when your dogteeth fall out. So the father comes and goes, but everyone else stays. To say that the children are socially awkward would be an understatement. The parents teach them the wrong meaning of words (pussy is a flower that grows in the garden).
The father is a really strange character. You get the sense that he's evil, but at times you think he's doing all of this to protect his children from the outside world. He arranges for a woman to come over and have intercourse with the son (1 son, 2 daughters). She breaks his trust about the situation and he beats her to a pulp. Then things take a turn towards the even darker…
It isn't a gory movie by any means. It also isn't something that will make your stomach churn like Salo. But it is definitely dark, it is definitely out there and it definitely makes you question humanity.
Newsarama's Vaneta Rogers features Harbor Moon
I don't normally post articles/reviews, in fact I've never posted a review on here. But I'm going to share this article/interview I did with Vaneta Rogers of Newsarama for Harbor Moon. First, because it's pretty awesome. Two, because I go to Newsarama just about every day. Three, read number 1 again.
Arcana's HARBOR MOON Tells a NEW Kind of WEREWOLF Story
Talk about street-level buzz.
Pawel onboard to ink Bulderlyns
Some really good news to share. Pawel Sambor, who did everything on Harbor Moon has come onboard my graphic novel Bulderlyns as an inker/colorist. It is safe to say that the one thing about Harbor Moon everyone raves about (over everything else) is the coloring. So to get him for this book is a major coup. Igor Wolski's pencils with Pawel's colors are going to be killer.
Bulderlyns is about a small town just outside ofChicago that is turned upside down when a businessman brings his son a rare egg froma trip overseas. The egg hatchesand the town is besieged by one of the two mythical Bulderlyn creatures inside. The small boy and the other, gentler creaturemust teach each other the meaning of courage as they attempt to save the townfrom the beast.
Work, work, work…
Shooting a 15 minute short in LA the weekend of the 18th – and gearing up quickly. Just blasted through 175 DP reels. Now, I have to go back and watch the top 40 or so and keep whittling it down.
Already started sorting through composers (got one that already jumped out at me as perfect), as well as singers for a song at the end. Our lead actress is a 30 year old latina, so I need to find someone that matches her making it a bit tricky. But I will get someone awesome, that's just how I do.
The short is actually based on R.E.M., however it is not a short of that material. It is a prequel to that story focusing on the relationship between the lead in that and his lost love (obviously she's alive in this). Also going to be turning this into a comic (it'll be roughly 30 pages and will be an issue digitally).
Back to work…


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So Say We All!
Back in 2004, if you would have told me that a small little cable network should would have been controlling my social life on Friday nights, I would have told you that you were crazy. If you would have said that I would be an emotional mess, knowing that said show was days away from completion, I would have laughed in your face.
But here I am. Spring of 2009. My DVR set to record. My friends and family, knowing that if they try to contact me on Friday between 9 – 11pm, it had better be an emergency because I will not be answering my phone. The end is here and I need to know, because soon – my television friends will no longer be there for me on Friday nights.
When the Sci/fi network originally aired the 3 hour mini-series back in 2004, I have to admit, I didn't watch it. I didn't know anything about Battlestar Galatica (or BSG for its fans) outside of it being a remake of the 1978 short lived show that boasted a character played by Dirk Benedict [better known as the Faceman in A-Team]. All I knew was that it was about robots, and I remembered this robot dog, but otherwise it was lost on me.
And then I saw the commercials and people started saying to me, "Aryn, you love science fiction, why aren't you watching this show." So I tuned in and my life changed forever.
I started in somewhere in the middle of the second season, so there were a lot of trips to Best Buy to find the mini-series, all of season one, the first half of season two and then I didn't leave my house for a few days. If I did it was because I had to work or someone wouldn't deliver food to me – but otherwise the rest of the world stopped.
The rollercoaster ride BSG took me on was and still is something I've never experienced before. I've never shut the rest of my life down because I HAD to know about a television show, I HAD to know what Gaius Baltar was going to do next. Would he tell them about Sharon? Was Six really there or was there a chip in his head? I had to know that Starbuck was going to figure it out and that, even though she was so self destructive she would just blow up. I HAD to know that the President would be okay and that she would see Admiral Adama in the right light, that Lee would realize there was more and Tigh – oh Tigh and his hate. His utterly blinding and crippling hate for what he was, unknowingly, going to find out he was all along.
This Friday all of my questions will be answered, I will finally know if the human race will survive, and I will know if this ride was worth it. But how could it not be?
With the music booming in your ears and quick flashes of the final moments danced before your eyes, blood, sweat, tears and a whole lot of fraking swearing, I will be snug on my couch, tissues in hand. Waiting for them to tell me it will all be okay – or that it won't because humanity is cursed even in a different fraking world.
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Assimilator for Mac
Rozpočet $15-25 USD / hod.
Assimilator will be a Mac based version of an IOS app called Transformer currently on the App Store. Transformer is a password generator that uses a simplified password such as Wells Fargo Bank and converts that into a complex text string through the use of a private encryption key, and it is this encrypted password that you use to log in to a web-site with.
This concept allows you to create highly complex passwords out of simple easy to remember pass-phrases. These simplified pass-phrases can be stored safely because without the encryption key, they are useless to anyone who sees them or tries to use them in Transformer.
Currently, Transformer allows the user to either enter a saved record containing the simplified password along with its presets, or, enter one manually. The user then enters the encryption key and Transformer creates the encrypted password. If a saved record was used, Transformer opens the sites URL, and loads both the UserID and (encrypted) Password automatically. If manually entered, the user opens the browser from Transformer then cuts and pastes to gain access.
Transformer works fine on IOS (iPhone & iPad), but I desire a Mac based version now because I see doing on-line transactions such as banking, investing, or other complicated matters better suited to a desk-based platform such as a Mac.
I created all the graphics for Transformer and would like to maintain consistency in design. I will be changing the name however from Transformer to Assimilator because the brand associated with Transformers, the movies, is too similar and pulls up in any App Store search results.
The attached screen-shot shows Transformer (for iPad) both Before & After running an encryption from a saved record. Here again, the encryption key is manually entered with all other parameters loaded from the saved record. Note too, that the GUI changes from idle mode to encryption mode.
Ultimately, I would like to replicate this as Assimilator for Windows sometime down the road depending upon how well Assimilator for Mac works out. I also prefer, (but not required), someone in the western region of the western United States because I reside in NorCal and this makes it easier to communicate.
Please provide an estimated in hours from project start to finish. This is merely an estimate and not a firm commitment on your behalf. This will give me an estimated budget requirement for this project
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As anyone who has ever fished around in the murky depths of mobile app stores in search for gaming knows, finding something worthwhile to play on your smartphone is surprisingly difficult. Most mobile games are absolute garbage, abusive attention traps designed around nickle-and-diming your money away with absurdly offensive microtransaction-based features. It is ironic then that the game I'm a about to talk about is both absurd and abusive, but at least it's not trying to get to your wallet. No, Super Hexagon is after your sanity. It's a game that bores its cruel barbed drill right into your cognitive center, forcing you to submit yourself to it's peculiar brand of hypnotic masochism. Playing Super Hexagon is probably bad for you, but it's also one of the best gaming experiences I've encountered on my Android phone. Keep reading. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: April 2013
You Should Play Blood Bowl
Like so many other good things, Blood Bowl is a product of time and effort. The first edition of this bizarre fantasy sports-themed boardgame was released way back in 1986 by Games Workshop, the creators of miniature games. Ever since, this curious spinoff from the company's main Warhammer Fantasy franchise has seen over 25 years of further game development and several different editions of it's core ruleset, currently running at 6th edition. The game has transcended its cardboard beginnings and is played with both detailed miniature models on tabletop, as well as online with the help of several different client software. The most popular online league fumbbl.com has 66171 active accounts with up to 600 matches played daily. But what is this silly boardgame that has captured the interest of gamers for nearly three decades? Why should you be interested in it? Keep reading to find out. Continue reading


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Valve has finally broke their curse and released a patch containing a new hero, Bristleback (Rigwarl) in Dota 2. Continue reading 'Dota 2 Patch Notes (28th March, 2013) – Bristleback Added!'
Monthly Archive for March, 2013
Valve has published a new update on Dota 2 client. This week's update ports balancing changes of DotA 6.77c to the game. Continue reading 'Dota 2 Patch Notes (21st March, 2013)'
Yet another weekly update without any new heroes or big features. Continue reading 'Dota 2 Patch Notes (14th March, 2013)'
DOTA 2 update brings some game-play and hero changes which were quite significant. The most prominent feature is the addition of Fiery Soul, An item which is specially created for the LINA. DOTA 2 sixth March patch is away from any hero inclusion and its a relatively small update in terms of DOTA 2 previous updates. DOTA 2 patches is always have a user interface changes just to keep the interest of the fans alive. So check the more below..
Continue reading 'DOTA 2 Patch Notes (6th March 2013)'


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My question for gamers who shop at Lulu is this. Are my assumptions correct? Why do you sometimes shop at Lulu rather than OBS (or in addition to)? How do you find the shopping experience at Lulu in comparison to OBS?
I'm just thinking about some things and am interested in peoples' thoughts and experiences.


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A thread about OneCoin in a Finnish discussion board Murobbs has been following the ponzi scheme since February 16th 2015. I'm sorry to say that it's of course in Finnish and Google Translate does quite terrible job with Finnish language. Nevertheless a Bulgarian journalist Nickolay Stoyanov from the Capital Weekly has been following the discussion with the help of Google Translate. Today he greeted the followers of the thread with this message:
"Hey guys,
My name is Nickolay Stoyanov, a journalist from Bulgaria. Me and my paper Capital Weekly have been covering OneCoin and I've been following your discussion through Google Translte which has been useful.
I am writing just to drop you a link is our ltest article (in Bulgarian, but I guess you can get the gist of it through Google Translate): http://www.capital.bg/biznes/kompanii/2016/05/13/2759325_doktor_ruja_i_pazaruvaneto_na_imoti_ot_nishto/
Basically we've uncovered in the local registers That Mrs. Ignatova through several UAE-based companies such as RISG Limited and Ravenr Limited has bought real estate in the country for close to 20 mln. euro. We hve documents to prove that she used to be sole owner of these companies in 2015 and now they are transfered to proxies...
One of the latest deals is connected to a shady figure called Hristoforos Amanatidis (aka) Taki, who used to be charged with drug orgnising deling in Bulgaria. They fled to Dubai and was not to be recovered, for some yers and later the Bulgarian Authorities have dropped charges and is pushed chrging some of his alleged collaborators.
Hope this is useful for you in Finland."
Here's the article in English with Google Translate.
Briefly about the article:
The article let's us know that Ruja and OneCoin keep their distance with Bulgarian press, which is quite bizarre considering how important media coverage seems to be for OneCoin. Maybe the reason is that OneCoin simply can not get any positive media visibility without paying for it (like the Financial IT and Forbes cover cases have shown us).
Furthermore the article reveals that Ruja has made property investments with about 20 million euros in Bulgaria. Because of Ruja's shady connections to several companies it isn't clear how OneCoin's ponzi money is shared by the top ponzi scammers running the show. However it's obvious that all the property acquisition has been done with the ponzi money.
There's also a nice addition in the bottom part of the article (with a grayish background color) containing information about the latest dirty details of OneCoin.


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Good on you Julia knew you would do it,now you need to take a step back and look after your own health,wish I could have been there it looked like a load of fun,but David could not cope with the drive,only goes where he knows these days,off to north Wales for a few days (coach holiday) staying in a castle only time I will feel like a queen ha ha,speak soon look after yourself .
I have just borrowed the title of the wonderful Professor Green ft. Emily Sande song 'Read All About It' to describe my week – it has been quite amazing.
Last Sunday I eventually took to the pool at Trinity School in Croydon to swim 100 lengths of it for British Polio Fellowship and Leukaemia & Lymphoma Research. I will admit to a few butterflies as I have never swum 2.5km before and also I felt responsible for everyone having a good time, spectators and participants alike.
I swam in lane 1 and in lanes 3 – 6 the volunteer swimmers took part in lots of fun races to keep the crowd entertained, as you can see from the programme (left). It was supposed to be strictly non-competitive, but no-one told the teams that! The four teams were BPF, LLR, QVC and CPFC. At this point I hope you don't mind me listing and thanking my friends and colleagues from QVC who took part (pictured below); Gilly Badoud, James Barton, Mike Edlin, Chloe Everton, Debbie Flint, Hannah Fuller, Hannah Pond, Roxanne Slatford, Pete Thomson and Tania Wall ( our lovely model).
I must also say a big thank you to Natalie Gray for filming on the day and then editing this piece so that those of you who were not able to attend can get a flavour of it.
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After I had completed my 100 lengths, I swam length 101, which those of you who have read my book will know is the chapter about my diagnosis with chronic myeloid leukaemia, and all the other swimmers jumped in to support me as so many people have done over the last year. My swim wasn't quite finished though. I then had the honour of racing against Paralympic Gold and Silver medalist, James Crisp.
He swam two lengths whilst I swam one, only fair considering he is half my age, and I still only just touched before him…do we think he let me win?!?!? He had brought his silver medal from London 2012 with him and allowed me to wear it for the photos after our 'race' – what a lovely chap.
All the swimmers were awarded with a medal for taking part, presented by another Paralympian polio survivor, Anne Wafula Strike, and the winning team also received a trophy. That team was BPF whose swimmers included James Crisp's girlfriend; she was lightning fast.
It was a brilliant day and well done to Charlotte and Laura from the QVC marketing team for handling everything so well on the day, to Bob Ballard for compering the event, and to former Crystal Palace footballers Geoff Thomas and John Salako…next time John you're going in the pool!
So that was Sunday, after which I went to work for Super Sunday, which I hope you all enjoyed, buoyed not only from the gala, but also Andy Murray winning Wimbledon. Then on Tuesday I had an email to tell me that the article I had done for the Daily Mail months ago to raise awareness of a condition called Post Polio Syndrome, was in that day's paper. I rang my partner Chris to ask him to get the paper while he was out shopping.
The next day another email arrived alerting me to a fabulous piece in the Daily Mirror about their journalist visiting QVC to be a 'Presenter' for a day. I didn't know she had visited so the article was a complete but lovely surprise for me as she had some very complimentary things to say. Once again I asked Chris to get a copy of the paper while he was out shopping…he goes most days as we like to buy fresh.
On Thursday, as I was about to leave for work, he sent me a text, "Which paper do I need to get today?" – he has a great sense of humour! I've sent him out this morning to buy the Croydon Advertiser…I'm not joking!
Thanks to all of you who have helped me raise over £4000 for the two charities and to those who came along to watch on the day – it was lovely to meet you.
Heading in to work shortly for Nina Leonard at 5pm and Bibi Bijoux at 6pm and then I have the weekend off – if you do too I hope you have a lovely one.
Much love,
Julia xx
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July 12, 2013 at 7:52 pm -
Good on you Julia knew you would do it,now you need to take a step back and look after your own health,wish I could have been there it looked like a load of fun,but David could not cope with the drive,only goes where he knows these days,off to north Wales for a few days (coach holiday) staying in a castle only time I will feel like a queen ha ha,speak soon look after yourself .
July 12, 2013 at 11:10 pm -
Hi Julia, just wanted to say many congratulations to you and your teams for completing the swim for charity, well done to you all.
Love Sandra xxx
July 13, 2013 at 9:03 am -
So so pleased to read all about your swim and all the activities on the day julia. You are such a great advocate for both the charities,well done you! Can't believe you did all that then went and did a fab stint at work. You are looking so good, so hope you are feeling as good on the inside as well?
Also wanted to tell you how fab you looked in the turquoise dress on lennys show yesterday. Can imagine it must make it hard to choose what to buy when you have such a wealth of clothes to choose from,but that dress was a must have for you I think!
Take care much love Diane xx
July 13, 2013 at 3:04 pm -
Wow Julia,
You must be so proud and your family to achieve what you did, 101 lengths. That is some achievement.
It sounds as if you had a fantastic day, great to have all the support from all those at QVC who took part and everyone else. They all seemed to be in great spirits in the pool. I watched the video, everyone is having great fun and there you are swimming away. Love the bit at the end where they all swim behind you as you come to the finish.
Anyway congratulations once again Julia from myself and my daughter Heidi, you should feel proud. Glad you raised a great deal of money, such a great cause.
Have a great weekend.
Love Jean XX
July 13, 2013 at 7:03 pm -
that was agood video julia
July 13, 2013 at 8:55 pm -
Congratulations Julia!
You did amazing!!! You really did amazing, I couldn't imagine having to do 101 lengths of a pool… I'm fed up after 10! I am not surprised you need the weekend off after that!
Although I must admit, I did laugh during Ali Youngs' anniversary show when she asked if you were ok as you hadn't had a holiday for a few weeks LOL, she is so cheeky yet loveable!
I haven't written to you for a few weeks as I've been away (had a lovely week in Edinburgh), but I did manage to see some of jewellery day, and was so glad i had to leave half way through, I bought so many items during the first few shows of the day, mostly Aurora items… I adore that brand, and QVC prices make me speechless, as I've seen them in local stores for more than 50% more!
I wish I had someone to go get the shopping everyday, most of the time I just pick it up on my way home from work or after dropping some of the kids off at the train station, before I go to work! Although in saying that, I work only 3 days a week (the others I of course spend glued to QVC), so I shouldn't complain – even when i do no one listens! haha
Hope all is well,
July 14, 2013 at 11:57 am -
well done Julia, l must admit to shedding a tear when u completed the swim, l wish u good health for years to come, u r one in a million God Bless
July 15, 2013 at 11:53 am -
Well done Julia watched the video it was great you should be so proud of yourself to do 101 lengths bet it took some doing, and did Sunday shows as well. I have just come back from the 02 watching micheal buble he was brilliant stay at holiday inn express not been London for 10 years I really enjoyed it and hubby likes it to even though he's into elo . Take care Julia Carole Wigan
July 15, 2013 at 5:47 pm -
Hi Julia,
Just wanted to say well done Team Splash, raising lots of money for 2 great Charities.I would really struggle to swim 1 length never mind 101. Two of my friends from near Croydon said they were going but don't know if they made it as they are moving to Epsom in a few weeks. (Bill and Cath Perkins.)
I got my dates muddled up i thought i was going away on the 7th July but it's the 27th silly me, going to Cyprus with a friend,which is lovely as we enjoy the superb weather here in England befor we go. Poor Ian will be working….. but his boss has given him an extra 2 weeks to add to the break we have booked for our 1st Anniversary as he has worked such long hours latley, so now we can fly direct somewhere from Paris Last 2 weeks of September. Where to go ????? as long as it's hot i don't care, have you any more holiday's booked this year. Bet you could do with a rest now. Your looking good Julia, here hoping the med's keep working for you. Well Done Again.
Take Care.
Kathy x
July 16, 2013 at 5:56 pm -
Hi Julia
A massive 'well done', I can't get over the length of that pool and that you swam it 101 times continuously! Great to watch the film as it really captures the atmosphere. Wish I could have been there but that's the next best thing.
Well, my rain dance didn't work, did it! I'm off work this week but it's too darn hot to do anything! Had to watch Twilight again today. It's a hard life!
July 17, 2013 at 3:42 pm -
Hi Julia
Just a quickie, loved the blog and Natalie did a fantastic job of the video…thanks for sharing, nice to see some of your 101 lengths, you looked really pooped at the end, but what an achievement!
Sorry to hear that your roomie has left, who will you share with now and what a bout Anna's plant are you still looking after it?
Must go, off to get all my bits and pieces ready for tomorrow's op eeek!
Annette x
July 18, 2013 at 12:13 pm -
Hi Pauline
Just had five days off relaxing and recharging the batteries …. even went to the seaside for the day yesterday.
Hope you and David have a lovely holiday and that the weather stays fine
Julia x
July 18, 2013 at 12:16 pm -
Hi Sandra
Thanks it was a good day and I think everyone enjoyed it. Thanks also for your donation … we have now raised more than double the original target and donations are still trickling in … both charities are very pleased.
Julia x
July 18, 2013 at 12:21 pm -
Hi Diane
Really good to hear from you ….. I think I was still high on the adrenalin on Super Sunday but I struggled a bit for the rest of last week. I really needed my five day break and have been really lucky with the weather so have relaxed and read a lot, including finishing Deb Flint's book.
How are you feeling?
I'm at the hospital just now for my latest blood tests so I will find out if everything is still going well
Julia x
July 18, 2013 at 12:28 pm -
Hi Jean
I think my family were pleased that it all worked out so well and Daniel and Sophie really had a good time taking part ….. Chris can't swim!
My friend Natalie did all the filming and editing …. I think she has done a fabulous job in capturing the fun but also the reason for doing the swim. She had the towel with 'One Hundred Lengths of the Pool' embroidered on it specially made for me.
Thanks again for your donation
Julia x
July 18, 2013 at 12:30 pm -
Hi Martin
I'm glad you enjoyed the video – it's thanks to my friend Natalie who did a great job
Julia x
July 18, 2013 at 12:37 pm -
Hi SJ
I must confess I was glad when the swim was over – I had cramp in my toes at 49 lengths and I was worried I wouldn't be able to carry on. Fortunately it eased off and after the swim Deb Flint very kindly gave my toes a massage!
No more holidays planned just yet although we did manage a day at the seaside yesterday – lovely cooling sea breeze! This weather is amazing but even I'm too hot at night without the aircon that you get abroad!
Chris is very good … we make a list and off he goes. Mind you, one time he forgot to buy the cauliflower for the cauliflower & broccoli cheese I was making for dinner!
Hope you enjoyed Edinburgh
Speak soon
Julia x
July 18, 2013 at 12:52 pm -
Hi Terri
Thanks for your lovely comments ….. I must confess to shedding a tear myself when I saw a photo of my daughter Sophie hugging me at the end of the 101st length …. I am so very lucky to have the incredible love and support of my family
Julia x
July 18, 2013 at 12:55 pm -
Hi Carole
I was so pleased Natalie did such a great job on the video …. it gave me a chance to see all the fun on the other side of the pool while I was ploughing up and down.
Slightly envious of your trip to the O2 to see Michael Buble …. I will have to watch out for the next UK tour.
Julia x
July 18, 2013 at 2:18 pm -
Hello Kathy
Thanks – everyone was great on the day not just the swimmers but all the volunteer helpers too and Radio Presenter Bob Ballard who gave his time to compete the event. It was also lovely to see the two charities working together …. not a very common occurrence.
I have enjoyed my 5 days off – very lucky with the weather. Nothing booked as yet for later in the year.
Hope you enjoy Cyprus and wherever you are off to in September
Julia x
July 18, 2013 at 2:23 pm -
Hi Marian
I must confess it was a bit daunting when I first saw the size of the pool but once you have got past the first 20 lengths it actually feels like you could keep going forever …… a bit like a long walk!
I've really been enjoying the sunshine but the poor old garden is not so keen, so keep trying with the rain dance.
Do you sit in the sun or are you another Alison Young? I've been using factor 50 this week – never thought I would in this country!
Speak soon
Julia x
July 18, 2013 at 3:42 pm -
Hi Annette
You are right I was pooped at the end BUT 'happy' pooped!
I hope your operation went ok today – was thinking about you particularly in all this heat!
I am so sad to be losing Anna as my roomie she really is the loveliest girl ….. of course I will still look after her lilies and we are definitely going to keep in touch. I think I am going to be on my own for the time being which is not good as I will be less inclined to keep things tidy!
Let me know how you got on
Julia x
July 18, 2013 at 7:28 pm -
never mind julia xmas in july next wednesday
August 14, 2013 at 1:36 pm -
Better late than never to Congratulate you on you swim!
Watched the Video as I could not be there on this occasion.
Wanted to get in the pool myself and do my bit – but cannot now do the breastroke which I notice you do – because of my knee replacement (it would be unwise to do the leg movements I fear).
December 14, 2013 at 8:04 pm -
hi julia, read your blog etc, thinking of you, with your illness, will sponser you when you do another charity sponser for lukaemeia, my father had multiple myeloma, and i collect for elf fund[exeter lukaemia fund, so am thinking of you.keep fighting and smiling.


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by Lois Yoksoulian - Physical Sciences Editor of U of I News Bureau
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Microplastics contaminate the world's surface waters, yet scientists have only just begun to explore their presence in groundwater systems. A new study is the first to report microplastics in fractured limestone aquifers – a groundwater source that accounts for 25 percent of the global drinking water supply.
by Diana Yates - Life Science Editor of U of I News Bureau
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In a step toward producing renewable engine fuels that are compatible with existing diesel fuel infrastructure, researchers report they can convert wet biowaste, such as swine manure and food scraps, into a fuel that can be blended with diesel and that shares diesel's combustion efficiency and emissions profile.
The Illinois EPA Office of Energy is teaming up with ISTC and the U of I's Smart Energy Design Assistance Center (SEDAC) to help municipalities reduce the cost of wastewater treatment. ISTC and SEDAC will be providing free energy usage assessments. Find out how you can save energy and money in your wastewater treatment plant by visiting our informational page and applying for a site visit.
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