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Some content in this article is derived from information featured in Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, and, as such, spoilers will be present.
- "The term 'pure-blood' refers to a family or individual without Muggle (non-magic) blood. The concept is generally associated with Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, whose aversion to teaching anybody of Muggle parentage eventually led to a breach with his three fellow founders, and his resignation from the school."
- —Where the term 'pure-blood' originated from[src]
Pure-blood is the term for wizards and witches who have a purely or approximately pure magical heritage. This means that there are no Muggles in their family trees, but this is rarely (if ever) true. If families are traced back all the way, for if wizards didn't mate with Muggles, their race would die out. As the only way for a family to retain their pure-blood status is to marry other pure-bloods, all pure-blood families were related to one another by the 1990s. Because of inbreeding among pure-bloods and some marrying Muggles and Muggle-borns, the number of families claiming to be pure-blood is declining.[1] They are the least common blood type in the magical world.
- "The pure-blood families are all interrelated. If you're only going to let your sons and daughters marry pure-bloods your choice is very limited; there are hardly any of us left."
- —Sirius Black's overview of blood purity[src]
Pure-bloods are people who have no Muggles in their family. Traditionalist pure-bloods like to keep the generations "pure" by breeding with other pure-bloods and are generally the ones who use the term 'Mudblood', a term considered derogatory by the wizarding world. Mudblood means Muggle-born, suggesting they have dirty blood and thus have no right to be a witch/wizard. Pure-bloods who do not share these prejudices are considered "blood traitors" by the ones that do.
In the 1930s a wizard named Cantankerus Nott published a Pure-Blood Directory featuring twenty-eight families he believed to be pure-blooded, though many objected to this designation.
Maintaining "purity"Edit
- "So-called pure-blood families maintain their alleged purity by disowning, banishing, or lying about Muggles or Muggle-borns on their family trees. Then they attempt to foist their hypocrisy upon the rest of us by asking us to ban works dealing with the truths they deny. There is not a witch or wizard in existence whose blood has not mingled with that of Muggles [...] "
- —Albus Dumbledore in a response to Lucius Malfoy[src]
Some pure-blood families can trace their pure-blood status through many generations of magical ancestors and deny ever having any Muggles within the family, such as the House of Black, the motto of which is "Toujours pur", meaning "Always (or Still) Pure". However, the truth is that if they ever did exist in the past, true pure-blood wizards and witches do not exist today. They merely erase Squibs, Muggle-borns, and Muggles from their family trees.[1]
Half-bloods who consider blood purity very important also hide their Muggle ancestry, clinging to the magical heritage they do have.[2] Many Death Eaters are believed to have done this, and their leader himself took on the name Lord Voldemort out of a desire to not keep the name of his "filthy Muggle father".[3] It is likely that Voldemort told his followers he was a pure-blood, or that most of the Death Eaters knew better than to question Riddle's blood status, given the reaction of Bellatrix Lestrange to Harry's "accusation" that he was in fact a half-blood.[4]
Many pure-blood families, such as the Blacks and Gaunts, practise marrying cousins in order to maintain their pure-blood status, and disown any members who marry someone who is not a pure-blood. This practise has been known to cause problems as families become inbred; for example, the Gaunts showed signs of violent tendencies, mental instability, and even diminished magical capability.[2] The number of pure-bloods is diminishing over time because of inbreeding.[1]
Most wizards and witches consider a person to be pure-blood if all four of his or her grandparents were wizards and witches.[5] More extreme purists require that there be no known Muggle ancestry at all.
- "I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families."
- —Draco Malfoy's prejudice concerning Muggle-borns[src]
Some pure-bloods regard themselves as superior to those witches and wizards who are born to Muggles and half-bloods. They believe that Muggles are little more than animals and that Muggle-borns, whom they derisively call 'Mudbloods' are second-class citizens who are inferior and unworthy of being allowed to practise magic. Many also discriminate against: half-breeds, werewolves, and magical creatures.
Salazar Slytherin believed that only pure-bloods should be allowed to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and educated in magic; this was the cause of his conflict with the other Founders and his leaving the school. However, he left behind the Chamber of Secrets in the hope that one day his heir would open the Chamber and release the basilisk within to target Muggle-born students. Tom Marvolo Riddle was this heir, and the basilisk petrified several Muggle-born students in 1943 and the 1992–1993 school year and managed to kill one student, Myrtle Warren, in 1943.[3]
Tom Riddle, later known as Lord Voldemort, continued his persecution of those who were not pure-bloods (ironically being a half-blood himself) with his followers, the Death Eaters. They strived to place pure-bloods in control of the wizarding world and to rid it of Muggle-borns. When Voldemort succeeded in taking over the Ministry of Magic during the height of the Second Wizarding War, his followers created the Muggle-Born Registration Commission in order to weed Muggle-borns out of the population, and send them to Azkaban for allegedly stealing magic. Pure-bloods were also blatantly favoured within the Ministry and, to a lesser extent, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.[6]
However, there are pure-bloods who do not have these beliefs, and instead treat all magical people and Muggles as equals. These pure-blood folk are often labelled "blood traitors" by the more fanatical pure-bloods.[3]
Known pure-bloodsEdit
Possible pure-bloodsEdit
Due to their affiliation to Slytherin and Lord Voldemort many wizards and witches may be considered pure-bloods. Others have openly express their prejudice toward Half-bloods and Muggle-borns, which is another reason to believe they are pure-blood supremacist. Some even become Death Eaters.
|Possible pure-blood family
|Current status
|Known pure-blood members
|Unknown, most likely extant
|Bletchley, Kevin Bletchley, Miles Bletchley[22]
|Possibly extant but no longer pure-blood
|Percival Dumbledore
|Cornelius Fudge, Rufus Fudge
|Unknown, most likely extinct
|Unknown; May be under different surname
|Godric Gryffindor
|Most likely extant
|Bertie Higgs, Terence Higgs
|Unknown, possibly extinct
|Sinistra Lowe
|Walden Macnair
|Most likely extant
|Graham Montague, Mr and Mrs Montague
|Mulciber Snr, Mulciber Jr[23]
|Most likely extant
|Evangeline Orpington, Nerys Orpington
|Unknown, most likely extant
|Sally-Anne Perks
|Probably extant
|Albert Runcorn
|Possibly extinct
|Blaise Zabini
Behind the scenesEdit
- On J. K. Rowling's draft list of students in Harry Potter's class, the following students were mentioned as pure-bloods[27]:
- Lavender Brown
- Stephen Cornfoot
- Isobel MacDougal (Possibly a precursor to Morag McDougal)
- Morag MacDougal
- Coincidentally, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley are all the three types of wizards; Harry being a half-blood, Hermione being Muggle-born, and Ron being a pure-blood.
- Many characters mention throughout the series that blood purity doesn't matter, often using Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom as examples. Despite Neville's pure-blood heritage, he is not an extremely talented wizard, and isn't very skilled until later in life; however, Hermione is a supremely gifted witch despite her Muggle-born status, and performed very well right from the beginning.
- The Harry Potter Glossary at Scholastic's official website lists the term "Trueblood" as "Someone born to pure magical parents." This term, however, is not known to have appeared in any official Harry Potter media. The nuance with "pureblood" may be that while the child of a half-blood and a pureblood counts as a pureblood, a trueblood can only be the child of two purebloods. That is however unconfirmed.
- The concept of pure-blood is also similar to the real-life situation of nearly all European royal families being related, especially the British and (now extinct) German monarchies. Royals were only allowed to marry another member of the aristocracy, so most of the families were interrelated through marriage.
Author's commentsEdit
On the subject of blood purity , J. K. Rowling has said the following:
- The expressions 'pure-blood', 'half-blood', and 'Muggle-born' have been coined by people to whom these distinctions matter, and express their originators' prejudice. As far as somebody like Lucius Malfoy is concerned, for instance, a Muggle-born is as 'bad' as a Muggle. Therefore Harry would be considered only 'half' wizard, because of his maternal grandparents. If you think this is far-fetched, look at some of the real charts the Nazis used to show what constituted 'Aryan' or 'Jewish' blood...the Nazis used precisely the same warped logic as the Death Eaters. A single Jewish grandparent 'polluted' the blood, according to their propaganda.[28]
This statement may indicate that all of a wizard or witch's grandparents must have magical heritage — i.e. that he or she cannot have a single Muggle or Muggle-born grandparent — in order for him or her to be considered pure-blood. The detailed and lengthy family trees maintained by pure-blood families such as the House of Black[4] suggest that more than two generations of magical heritage are required to be considered pure-blood. However, this may only be the standard applied by extremists.
- Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (First appearance)
- Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (film)
- Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (video game)
- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (film)
- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (video game)
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (film)
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (video game)
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (film)
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (video game)
- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (film)
- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (video game)
- Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
- Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (film)
- Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (video game)
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 (video game)
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (video game)
- LEGO Harry Potter: Building the Magical World
- LEGO Harry Potter
- LEGO Harry Potter: Years 1-4
- LEGO Harry Potter: Years 5-7
- J. K. Rowling's Official Site (Mentioned only)
- Pottermore
- Harry Potter: The Character Vault
- Harry Potter: The Creature Vault
See alsoEdit
Notes and referencesEdit
- ↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2 F.A.Q. Section: "Are all the pure-blood families going to die out?" at J. K. Rowling's Official Site
- ↑ 2.0 2.1 Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
- ↑ 3.0 3.1 3.2 Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
- ↑ 4.0 4.1 Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
- ↑ FAQ at J. K. Rowling's Official Site - "I saw one in the Holocaust Museum in Washington when I had already devised the 'pure-blood', 'half-blood' and 'Muggle-born' definitions, and was chilled to see that the Nazis used precisely the same warped logic as the Death Eaters. A single Jewish grandparent 'polluted' the blood, according to their propaganda."
- ↑ Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
- ↑ Millicent Bulstrode is a half-blood witch, indicating that the Bulstrodes married Muggles and/or Muggle-borns.
- ↑ Vincent Crabbe died in 1998; it is unknown if he had any siblings or if they had issue.
- ↑ Through Irma's descendants.
- ↑ Barty Crouch Jr is the last member of the Crouch family, and, as he was given the Dementor's Kiss in 1995, is highly unlikely to ever have children.
- ↑ Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (play)
- ↑ Algie is a relative of the Longbottoms, though it is unknown if his surname is Longbottom.
- ↑ Enid is a relative of the Longbottoms, though it is unknown if her surname is Longbottom.
- ↑ It is unknown if the "Grandad" Neville once mentioned was his paternal or maternal grandfather.
- ↑ Harry Potter and his children are half-bloods.
- ↑ Muriel is an aunt of Molly Weasley née Prewett, though it is unknown if her surname is Prewett.
- ↑ The only known member of the Prince family was Eileen Prince, who had only one child, Severus Snape. Snape died in 1998 without having any children.
- ↑ Ch. 13 of Deathly Hallows confirms that the Selwyns are a pure-blood family, though it is unclear if Umbridge was being truthful about her own relation to them or her own blood status, as she was trying to "bolster her own pure-blood credentials". See Talk:Selwyn family for more information.
- ↑ Slytherin's only known descendants died with the Gaunts and Tom Riddle.
- ↑ Bilius is a relative of the Weasleys, though it is unknown if he is a relation of Arthur or Molly.
- ↑ Through Lysandra's descendants.
- ↑ Slytherin affiliation
- ↑ Loyal to Voldemort and Slytherin
- ↑ Loyal to Voldemort
- ↑ Loyal to Voldemort's regime, Muggle-born intimidator
- ↑ prejudiced toward half-blood and muggle-borns and affiliated to Draco Malfoy
- ↑ Harry Potter and Me
- ↑ FAQ at J. K. Rowling's Official Site

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The Hockey Inside/Out website was launched in November 2006 as habsinsideout.com and on Thursday we hit the 1-million mark in comments from Habs fans.
The site averages about 1.75 million page views per month during the hockey season and had 1,029,547 page views in July when there was no hockey being played.
But as all Habs fans know, hockey is a 12-month-a-year sport.
Comment No. 1,000,000 came from Newf_Habster at 11:59 a.m., shortly after the Canadiens announced they had reached an agreement on a one-year contract with free-agent defenceman Douglas Murray, a 6-foot-3, 245-pounder who split last season with the San Jose Sharks and Pittsburgh Penguins.
"Murray vs. Parros" Newf_Habster commented, while posting a link to a YouTube fight between Murray and George Parros from April 2009. "Now they are teammates! LOL"
The Canadiens acquired Parros, a 6-foot-5, 228-pound enforcer, from the Florida Panthers this summer.
Newf_Habster's real name is Darryl Hackett, and he has been a Habs fan "since I came out of my mother's womb." The 47-year-old moved from Newfoundland and Labrador to Ottawa in 2001 and says he visits the HIO site a few times every day during the season and a few times every week during the off-season.
"HIO is where many of the most compassionate Habs fans converge to discuss on different news articles concerning our beloved team, and I enjoy reading and engaging in some discussions with them," Hackett, who is deaf, responded in an email exchange after learning he had posted comment No. 1,000,000. "As a fellow Habs fan, I appreciate their love and compassion, which should not be undermined and/or underestimated. They are simply the best fans in any league in the world, so that is why I proudly enjoy being among them."
Hackett's favourite player is P.K. Subban.
"He is the most exciting Habs player that I had ever seen since Guy Lafleur, who is still my all-time Habs idol," Hackett wrote in an email.
The HIO site, which was the idea of former Gazette editor-in-chief Andrew Phillips, launched on Nov. 24, 2006, when Phillips wrote:
"The Montreal Canadiens have been our city's favourite team as long as anyone can remember, and The Gazette has had the best team of hockey writers for just about as long. Starting today, there's a whole new way to keep up with the Habs and take advantage of The Gazette's edge in hockey writing and reporting. It's called Habs Inside/Out, and it's a website that offers fans of the Canadiens 'absolutely everything' about the greatest hockey team in the world. It's one-stop shopping for Habs fans."
Last year's annual Hockey Inside/Out Summit had to be cancelled because of the NHL lockout, but the event will return this year and is slated for Saturday, Oct. 26, when the San Jose Sharks visit the Bell Centre. (The photo above is from the first HIO Summit in October 2007.)
HIO member Ian Cobb, who organizes the Summit every year, says that more than 175 HIO members will be attending this year's event, which will kick off on Friday, Oct. 25 with a get-together at Hurley's Irish Pub on Crescent St., with fans encouraged to wear their bleu-blanc-rouge colours.
An HIO breakfast is scheduled for the next morning at 8:30 a.m. at the Chez Cora restaurant, located at 1240 Drummond St., followed by a trip to the Canadiens Hall of Fame and a Bell Centre Tour. A pregame meal is planned for the Baton Rouge restaurant beside the Bell Centre (1050 de la Montagne).
After the game, the HIO members will get together again at Hurley's, where the second floor will be reserved for the group.
Noted Cobb: "Everything is walking distance, so park your car for the weekend. Enjoy talking hockey and meeting your wonderful HIO community at this year's summit."
Cobb, a 69-year-old lifetime Habs fan who grew up in St. Lambert and now lives in Belleville, Ont., said that the HIO Summit attracts "people from all different walks of life … so it's always fun."
"One guy comes from France every year … and he says he's coming," Cobb added. "There's a couple coming from Northern California … so it's pretty much the whole North American continent. We have some people from the Yukon … one of them's coming, I don't know if the other ones are or not."
Cobb says his favourite part of the annual Summit is "just meeting the people."
"I'm a people guy," he said. "I had five families (from the HIO group) drop by here (at his home) this summer on vacation. It's kind of neat."
Organizing the Summit is a lot of work for Cobb, "but it's payback," he said, recalling the days when other HIO members helped teach him to read and write.
Despite being dyslexic, which led to illiteracy until his late 50s, Cobb put together a successful business career, including running a fox and mink ranch in New Brunswick and developing a feed formula he sold to Ralston Purina. He says he managed to hide his illiteracy throughout his business career, only revealing his secret after former Canadiens coach Jacques Demers announced he battled illiteracy in 2005 in a biography titled Jacques Demers: En Toutes Lettres.
"After Jacques came out of the closet, I figured what the hell," Cobb said. "Financially I didn't need to bull—anymore."
You can get more information on the HIO Summit from a Facebook page set up for it by clicking here.
Below is a column Mike Boone wrote about Cobb back in 2008:
(Gazette file photo/Tyrel Featherstone)
Fansite turns teaching tool
This is the heartwarming story of a former dead-end kid who found friendship and happiness on the Internet.
No, Ian Cobb's favourite site isn't kinky.
It's hockey.
Cobb is a resident of Belleville, Ont., who has spent most of his 65 years concealing a secret. He couldn't read or write. About 18 months ago, he discovered Habs Inside/Out, where the words began to make sense because Cobb cared about what Dave Stubbs, Pat Hickey and I were writing.
We're not making outlandish claims here. The Gazette's Canadiens fansite can't bring eyesight to the blind. It can't cure cancer.
But Habs I/O helped Ian Cobb. And he's given back by posting countless comments and by becoming one of the primary organizers of the second annual Habs Inside/Out Summit, which brought about 80 fans to the Bell Centre for the Oct. 25 game against Anaheim.
The Canadiens lost that night, but Cobb's enthusiasm was undiminished.
A typical post: "Boys and girls! We don't need anyone to tell us that we have a shot at the Cup this year. We, the most perceptive and most informative hockey fans in the world, have been treated and shown how this game is to be played and won for 100 years. We recognize quality and expect performance, from management to throughout the organization …"
Here's how Cobb describes himself in his Habs Inside/Out profile: "Born in Montreal … Worked many different jobs around Mtl. as a kid, later went working pipeline construction as a labourer, equipment operator and scuba diver for oil & gas co's … owned and operated two corporations in three provinces, illiterate until my late 50s. Raised three children, retired 10 years ago as just your average millionaire, drive school bus and read and write on Inside/Out, learning here every day with friends!!!"
That's the bare-bones outline. As he's told me over too many beers at Habs I/O Summits I and II and in a phone conversation last week, Cobb has done a lot of living since his youth in South Shore St. Lambert.
"My dad was a welder, a church-going man and all that kind of stuff," Cobb recalls. "He didn't know why his son couldn't read or write.
"I felt I let the family down.
I walked around with different inferiority complexes, pissed the bed till I was 12. I was scared to go to school and got strapped every day."
Neither his father nor his teachers knew that Cobb was dyslexic. In the absence of a diagnosis and special-needs instruction, he stumbled along, repeating Grades 5 and 6.
"I got to know everyone in high school," Cobb recalls, "because they all went by me."
He dropped out without finishing elementary school. Cobb was illiterate, but "I could bulls— with the best of them, and I learned how to do that."
How good was Cobb at concealing his disability?
"My wife of 30 years never knew I couldn't read or write," he says.
But, as Cobb's posted CV indicates, he could do a variety of jobs that didn't require literacy. He was a teenager, washing dishes at a restaurant near the Forum, when Danny Gallivan took a shine to him and set up Cobb with a room at the downtown YMCA and various odd jobs around the Forum.
"Boom-Boom Geoffrion had a big blue station wagon," Cobb recalls, "and I used to start it up for him on cold days."
While living at the Y, Cobb would hang out at the Sir George Williams University library in the adjoining building on Drummond St. He couldn't read the books, but he liked to look at the pictures.
Fiercely proud of "never taking a friggin' handout in my life," Cobb reels off a long list of work experiences that took him from the dress-alteration department at Sears to pipeline construction in Alberta and Kentucky to a jail cell in Oregon (it's a long story, involving papers that were not in order).
"I'd go with the flow," Cobb says. "My first trip out west was riding the freight cars."
The constant was Cobb's ability to live by his wits, without benefit of the alphabet. He didn't have to be literate to run a ranch in New Brunswick, where Cobb had 2,000 silver foxes and 36,000 minks, breeding animals to supply furriers on Mayor St. in Montreal and developing a feed formula he sold to Ralston Purina.
Another constant: passion for hockey. Since moving to Belleville in 1993, Cobb has billeted players – including Dan Cleary and Jonathan Cheechoo – for the OHL's Bulls.
Cobb was living with a woman who helped him with dyslexia and following the Canadiens at a distance when he stumbled on Habs Inside/Out.
"My first post to the site, I didn't even know how to use Spell Check," he says.
There have been maybe 500 posts since – all knowledgeable, none a literary classic.
"I'd get up in the morning and go on Habs Inside/out," he says, "and I didn't know how to go on another site. I had a dictionary, my partner and everybody on the site giving me help.
"I didn't have to look anyone in the eye and feel my face go red every time I screwed up a word. It was so exciting to be able to communicate.
"I learned to read and write on Habs Inside/out. There's no doubt about it."
Below: Gazette's Allen McInnis photographs HIO founding contributors Sid Banerjee (left), Mike Boone (centre) and Dave Stubbs in the Canadiens dressing room in November 2006, for the launch of the website. The Habs loaned us all Alexander Perezhogin sticks, and we posed in front of the stalls of Mike Komisarek, Mathieu Dandenault, Craig Rivet and Sheldon Souray. Whatever…


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Description ADULT summer Has pale gray back and upper wing and mainly white underparts. In flight, however, note that upper surface of primaries is marginally darker than rest of upper wing, and trailing margin of primaries is darker still; from below, primaries are blackish. Legs and cap are uniformly black. ADULT winter Similar, but cap is streaked black and white, darkest below eye, rather than uniformly dark. JUVENILE Similar to winter adult, but with paler bill and subtle scaling effect on back and upper tail.
Dimensions Length: 19-23" (48-58 cm)
Habitat Very locally common breeding species (mainly May-Jul), nesting in colonies on gravel or sand islands and bars in or near freshwater lakes and rivers rich with fish, and coastal estuaries and lagoons. Coastal birds seldom feed far from shore. Disperses and moves south outside breeding season, wintering on Gulf coast, and coasts of Central and northern South America.
Observation Tips Typically rather thinly scattered, but usually easy to see at any freshwater or coastal sites where medium-sized fish are plentiful. Size of bill and stature overall make this species unmistakable.
Range Rocky Mountains, Plains, New England, Great Lakes, Florida, Mid-Atlantic, Texas, California, Southeast, Northwest, Southwest, Eastern Canada, Western Canada, Alaska
Voice Utters a harsh, slightly menacing kraa-aar call.
Discussion A giant among terns, and the largest of its kind in the world. Most distinctive and diagnostic feature is huge, daggerlike bill that is dark red with dark subterminal band and small pale tip. Body is plump and robust, with gull-like proportions. Tail is forked, but outer feathers are not particularly long. Flight is powerful, direct, and gull-like. Plunge-dives after fish. Sexes are similar.


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UBS's Gareth Jenkins this evening reiterates a Neutral rating on the American Depository Receipts of Nokia (NOK), as well as the ordinary shares traded in Helsinki (NOK1V), while raising his price targets to $3.70 from $2.91 on the ADRs and to €2.80 from €2.20 on the regular shares, writing that "We are encouraged by 1/ The Lumia 920/820 appearing in top-selling lists more strongly than prior Nokia Windows Phone 7.5 launches," referring to two models of smartphone running Microsoft's (MSFT) Windows Phone 8 operating system, released last month in the U.S. and abroad.
Nokia's ADRs today closed up a penny at $4.21, while the ordinary shares traded down €0.04, or 1.3%, to close at €3.16.
While it's hard to know what to make exactly of reports retailers have run short of supply of the phones, Jenkins writes that it doesn't matter because the trend is positive:
Nokia appears to be being able to exert a little more upward pricing pressure on newer WP8 models. While we believe WP7.5 declines and cautious WP8 build plans given prior inventory issues are likely to limit upside to volumes in Q4 and therefore render the "stocked out" commentary to be largely meaningless, we do feel the renewed operator and Microsoft backed push is encouraging particularly in the first full Q of [Apple's (AAPL)] iPhone5.
Jenkins raised his forecast for the company's handset division given that "We are more encouraged by the pricing dynamics and our checks show a relatively benign pricing environment and the new Lumia devices appear to be selling out at a reasonable ASP (we assume c€300 for Lumia 920 and c€250 for Lumia 820 ex factory)."
Jenkins's "blended ASP" for Nokia goes to €255 from €210 this quarter, and to €214 from €198 in 2013. He's leaving unchanged an estimate for 4 million Lumia units this quarter, but inched up his 2013 number to 20 million from 18 million, and to 25 million from 22 million in 2014.


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I WAS eleven when that delectable schooling began which I always recur to with clear satisfaction and pleasure. There was much talk in 1813 among the Norwich Unitarians of the conversion of an orthodox dissenting minister, the Rev. Isaac Perry, to Unitarianism. Mr. Perry had been minister of the Cherry Lane Chapel, and kept a large and flourishing boys' school. Of course, he lost his pulpit, and the chief part of his school. As a preacher he was wofully dull; and he was far too simple and gullible for a boys' schoolmaster. The wonder was that his school kept up so long, considering how completely he was at the mercy of naughty boys. But he was made to be a girls' schoolmaster. Gentlemanly, honourable, well provided for his work, and extremely fond of it, he was a true blessing to the children who were under him.—Rachel and I certainly had some preconception of our approaching change, when my father and mother were considering it; for we flew to an upper window one day to catch a sight of this Mr. Perry and our minister, Mr. Madge, before they turned the corner. That was my first sight of the black coat and grey pantaloons, and powdered hair, and pointing and see‐sawing fore‐finger, which I afterwards became so familiar with.
We were horribly nervous, the first day we went to school. It was a very large vaulted room, whitewashed, and with a platform for the master and his desk; and below, rows of desks and benches, of wood painted red, and carved all over with idle boys' devices. Some good many boys remained for a time; but the girls had the front row of desks, and could see nothing of the boys but by looking behind them. The thorough way in which the boys did their lessons, however, spread its influence over us, and we worked as heartily as if we had worked together. I page: 48 remember being somewhat oppressed by the length of the first morning,—from nine till twelve,—and dreading a similar strain in the afternoon, and twice every day: but in a very few days, I got into all the pleasure of it, and a new state of happiness had fairly set in. I have never since felt more deeply and thoroughly the sense of progression than I now began to do. As far as I remember, we never failed in our lessons, more or less. Our making even a mistake was very rare: and yet we got on fast. This shows how good the teaching must have been. We learned Latin from the old Eton grammar, which I therefore, and against all reason, cling to,—remembering when we recited all that Latin, prose and verse, which occupied us four hours. Two other girls, besides Rachel and myself, formed the class; and we certainly attained a capability of enjoying some of the classics, even before the two years were over. Cicero, Virgil, and a little of Horace were our main reading then: and afterwards I took great delight in Tacitus. I believe it was a genuine understanding and pleasure, because I got into the habit of thinking in Latin, and had something of the same pleasure in sending myself to sleep with Latin as with English poetry. Moreover, we stood the test of verse‐making, in which I do not remember that we ever got any disgrace, while we certainly obtained, now and then, considerable praise. When Mr. Perry was gone, and we were put under Mr. Banfather, one of the masters at the Grammar‐school, for Latin, Mr. B. one day took a little book out of his pocket, and translated from it a passage which he desired us to turn into Latin verse. My version was precisely the same as the original, except one word (annosa for antiqua) and the passage was from the Eneid. Tests like these seem to show that we really were well taught, and that our attainment was sound, as far as it went. Quite as much care was bestowed on our French, the grammar of which we learned thoroughly, while the pronunciation was scarcely so barbarous as in most schools during the war, as there was a French lady engaged for the greater part of the time. Mr. Perry prided himself, I believe, on his process of composition being exceedingly methodical; and he enjoyed above every thing initiating us into page: 49 the mystery. The method and mystery were more appropriate in our lessons in school than in his sermons in chapel;—at least, the sermons were fearfully dull; whereas the lessons were highly interesting and profitable. The only interest we could feel in his preaching was when he first brought the familiar fore‐finger into play, and then built up his subject on the scaffolding which we knew so well. There was the Proposition, to begin with: then the Reason, and the Rule; then the Example, ancient and modern; then the Confirmation; and finally, the Conclusion. This may be a curious method, (not altogether apostolic) of preaching the gospel; but it was a capital way of introducing some order into the chaos of girls' thoughts. One piece of our experience which I remember is highly illustrative of this. In a fit of poetic furor one day we asked leave for once to choose our own subject for a theme,—the whole class having agreed before‐hand what the subject should be. Of course, leave was granted; and we blurted out that we wanted to write "on Music." Mr. Perry pointed out that this was not definite enough to be called a subject. It might be on the Uses of Psalmody, or on the effect of melody in certain situations, or of martial music, or of patriotic songs, &c. &c.: but he feared there would be some vagueness if so large a subject were taken, without circumscription. However, we were bent on our own way, and he wisely let us have it. The result may easily be foreseen. We were all floating away on our own clouds, and what a space we drifted over may be imagined. We came up to Mr. P.'s desk all elate with the consciousness of our sensibility and eloquence; and we left it prodigiously crest‐fallen. As one theme after another was read, no two agreeing even so far as the Proposition, our folly became more and more apparent; and the master's few, mild, respectful words at the end were not necessary to impress the lesson we had gained. Up went the fore‐finger, with "You perceive, ladies" ......... and we saw it all; and thenceforth we were thankful to be guided, or dictated to, in the choice of our topics. Composition was my favourite exercise; and I got credit by my themes, I believe. Mr. Perry told me so, in 1834, when I had just completed the publication of my Political Economy page: 50 Tales, and when I had the pleasure of making my acknowledgments to him as my master in composition, and probably the cause of my mind being turned so decidedly in that direction. That was a gratifying meeting, after my old master and I had lost sight of one another for so many years. It was our last. If I remember right, we met on the eve of my sailing for America; and he was dead before my return.
Next to Composition, I think arithmetic was my favourite study. My pleasure in the working of numbers is something inexplicable to me,—as much as any pleasure of sensation. I used to spend my play hours in covering my slate with sums, washing them out, and covering the slate again. The fact is, however, that we had no lessons that were not pleasant. That was the season of my entrance upon an intellectual life. In an intellectual life I found then, as I have found since, refuge from moral suffering, and an always unexhausted spring of moral strength and enjoyment.
Even then, and in that happy school, I found the need of a refuge from trouble. Even there, under the care of our just and kind master, I found my passion for justice liable to disappointment as elsewhere. Some of our school‐fellows brought a trumpery charge, out of school, against Rachel and me; and our dismay was great at finding that Mrs. Perry, and therefore, no doubt, Mr. Perry believed us capable of a dirty trick. We could not establish our innocence; and we had to bear the knowledge that we were considered guilty of the offence in the first place, and of telling a lie to conceal it in the next. How vehemently I used to determine that I would never, in all my life, believe people to be guilty of any offence, where disproof was impossible, and they asserted their innocence.—Another incident made a great impression on me.—It happened before the boys took their final departure; and it helped to make me very glad when we girls (to the number of sixteen) were left to ourselves.
Mr. Perry was one day called out, to a visitor who was sure to detain him for some time. On such occasions, the school was left in charge of the usher, whose desk was at the farther end of the great room. On this particular day, the boys would not let page: 51 the girls learn their lessons. Somehow, they got the most absurd masks within the sphere of our vision; and they said things that we could not help laughing at, and made soft bow‐wows, cooings, bleatings, &c., like a juvenile House of Commons, but so as not to be heard by the distant usher. While we girls laughed, we were really angry, because we wanted to learn our lessons. It was proposed by somebody, and carried unanimously, that complaint should be made to the usher. I believe I was the youngest; and I know I was asked by the rest to convey the complaint. Quite innocently I did what I was asked. The consequence,—truly appalling to me,—was that coming up the school‐room again was like running the gauntlet. O! that hiss! "S‐s‐s—tell‐tale—tell‐tale!" greeted me all the way up: but there was worse at the end. The girls who had sent me said I was served quite right, and they would have nothing to do with a tell‐tale. Even Rachel went against me. And was I really that horrible thing called a tell‐tale? I never meant it; yet not the less was it even so! When Mr. Perry came back, the usher's voice was heard from the lower regions—"Sir!" and then came the whole story, with the names of all the boys in the first class. Mr. Perry was generally the mildest of men; but when he went into a rage, he did the thing thoroughly. He became as white as his powdered hair, and the ominous fore‐finger shook: and never more than on this occasion. J.D., as being usually "correct," was sentenced to learn only thirty lines of Greek, after school. (He died not long after, much beloved.) W.D., his brother, less "correct" in character, had fifty. Several more had from thirty to fifty; and R.S. (now, I believe, the leading innkeeper in old Norwich)—"R.S., always foremost in mischief, must now meet the consequences. R.S. shall learn SEVENTY lines of Greek before he goes home." How glad should I have been to learn any thing within the compass of human knowledge to buy off those boys! They probably thought I enjoyed seeing them punished. But I was almost as horror‐struck at their fate as at finding that one could be a delinquent, all in a moment, with the most harmless intentions.
An incident which occurred before Mr. Perry's departure from page: 52 Norwich startled me at the time, and perhaps startles me even more now, as showing how ineffectual the conscience becomes when the moral nature of a child is too much depressed.—All was going on perfectly well at school, as far as we knew, when Mr. Perry one day called, and requested a private interview with my father or mother. My mother and he were talking so long in the drawing‐room, that dinner was delayed above half‐an‐hour, during which time I was growing sick with apprehension. I had no doubt whatever that we had done something wrong, and that Mr. Perry had come to complain of us. This was always my way,—so accustomed was I to censure, and to stiffen myself under it, right or wrong; so that all clear sense of right and wrong was lost. I believe that, at bottom, I always concluded myself wrong. In this case it made no difference that I had no conception what it was all about. When my mother appeared, she was very grave: the mood spread, and the dinner was silent and gloomy,—father, brothers and all. My mother had in her heart a little of the old‐fashioned liking for scenes: and now we had one,—memorable enough to me! "My dear," said she to my father, when the dessert was on the table, and the servant was gone, "Mr. Perry has been here." "So I find, my love." "He had some very important things to say. He had something to say about—Rachel—and—Harriet." I had been picking at the fringe of my doily; and now my heart sank, and I felt quite faint. "Ah! here it comes," thought I, expecting to hear of some grand delinquency. My mother went on, very solemnly. "Mr. Perry says that he has never had a fault to find with Rachel and Harriet; and that if he had a school full of such girls, he should be the happiest man alive." The revulsion was tremendous. I cried desperately, I remember, amidst the rush of congratulations. But what a moral state it was, when my conscience was of no more use to me than this! The story carries its own moral.
What Mr. Perry came to say was, however, dismal enough. He was no man of the world; and his wife was no manager: and they were in debt and difficulty. Their friends paid their debts (my father taking a generous sham) and they removed to page: 53 Ipswich. It was the bitterest of my young griefs, I believe,—their departure. Our two years' schooling seemed like a lifetime to look back upon: and to this day it fills a disproportionate space in the retrospect of my existence,—so inestimable was its importance. When we had to bid our good master farewell, I was deputed to utter the thanks and good wishes of the pupils: but I could not get on for tears, and he accepted our grief as his best tribute. He went round, and shook hands with us all, with gracious and solemn words, and sent us home passionately mourning.—Though this seemed like the close of one period of my life, it was in fact the opening of its chief phase,—of that intellectual existence which my life has continued to be, more than any thing else, through its whole course.
After his departure, and before I was sent to Bristol, our mode of life was this. We had lessons in Latin and French, and I in music, from masters; and we read aloud in family a good deal of history, biography, and critical literature. The immense quantity of needlework and music‐copying that I did remains a marvel to me; and so does the extraordinary bodily indolence. The difficulty I had in getting up in the morning, the detestation of the daily walk, and of all visiting, and of every break in the monotony that I have always loved, seem scarcely credible to me now,—active as my habits have since become. My health was bad, however, and my mind ill at ease. It was a depressed and wrangling life; and I have no doubt I was as disagreeable as possible. The great calamity of my deafness was now opening upon me; and that would have been quite enough for youthful fortitude, without the constant indigestion, languor and muscular weakness which made life a burden to me. My religion was a partial comfort to me; and books and music were a great resource: but they left a large margin over for wretchedness. My beloved hour of the day was when the cloth was drawn, and I stole away from the dessert, and read Shakspere by firelight in winter in the drawing‐room. My mother was kind enough to allow this breach of good family manners; and again at a subsequent time when I took to newspaper reading very page: 54 heartily. I have often thanked her for this forbearance since. I was conscious of my bad manners in keeping the newspaper on my chair all dinner‐time, and stealing away with it as soon as grace was said; and of sticking to my Shakspere, happen what might, till the tea was poured out: but I could not forego those indulgences, and I went on to enjoy them uneasily. Our newspaper was the Globe, in its best days, when, without ever mentioning Political Economy, it taught it, and viewed public affairs in its light. This was not quite my first attraction to political economy (which I did not know by name till five or six years later;) for I remember when at Mr. Perry's fastening upon the part of our geography book (I forget what it was) which treated of the National Debt, and the various departments of the Funds. This was fixed in my memory by the unintelligible raillery of my brothers and other companions, who would ask me with mock deference to inform them of the state of the Debt, or would set me, as a forfeit at Christmas Games, to make every person present understand the operation of the Sinking Fund. I now recal Mr. Malthus's amusement, twenty years later, when I told him I was sick of his name before I was fifteen. His work was talked about then, as it has been ever since, very eloquently and forcibly, by persons who never saw so much as the outside of the book. It seems to me that I heard and read an enormous deal against him and his supposed doctrines; whereas when, at a later time, I came to inquire, I could never find any body who had read his book. In a poor little struggling Unitarian periodical, the Monthly Repository, in which I made my first appearance in print, a youth, named Thomas Noon Talfourd, was about this time making his first attempts at authorship. Among his earliest papers, I believe, was one "On the System of Malthus," which had nothing in fact to do with the real Malthus and his system, but was a sentimental vindication of long engagements. It was prodigiously admired by very young people: not by me, for it was rather too luscious for my taste,—but by some of my family, who read it, and lived on it for awhile: but it served to mislead me about Malthus, and helped to sicken me of his name, as I told him page: 55 long afterwards. In spite of this, however, I was all the while becoming a political economist without knowing it, and, at the same time, a sort of walking Concordance of Milton and Shakspere.
The first distinct recognition of my being deaf, more or less, was when I was at Mr. Perry's,—when I was about twelve years old. It was a very slight, scarcely‐perceptible hardness of hearing at that time; and the recognition was merely this;—that in that great vaulted school‐room before‐mentioned, where there was a large space between the class and the master's desk or the fire, I was excused from taking places in class, and desired to sit always at the top, because it was somewhat nearer the master, whom I could not always hear further off. When Mr. Perry changed his abode, and we were in a smaller school‐room, I again took places with the rest. I remember no other difficulty about hearing at that time. I certainly heard perfectly well at chapel, and all public speaking (I remember Wilberforce in our vast St. Andrew's Hall) and general conversation everywhere: but before I was sixteen, it had become very noticeable, very inconvenient, and excessively painful to myself. I did once think of writing down the whole dreary story of the loss of a main sense, like hearing; and I would not now shrink from inflicting the pain of it on others, and on myself, if any adequate benefit could be obtained by it. But, really, I do not see that there could. It is true,—the sufferers rarely receive the comfort of adequate, or even intelligent sympathy: but there is no saying that an elaborate account of the woe would create the sympathy, for practical purposes. Perhaps what I have said in the "Letter to the Deaf," which I published in 1834, will serve as well as anything I could say here to those who are able to sympathise at all; and I will therefore offer no elaborate description of the daily and hourly trials which attend the gradual exclusion from the world of sound.
Some suggestions and conclusions, however, it is right to offer.—I have never seen a deaf child's education welt managed at home, or at an ordinary school. It does not seem to be ever considered by parents and teachers how much more is learned by page: 56 oral intercourse than in any other way; and, for want of this consideration, they find too late, and to their consternation, that the deaf pupil turns out deficient in sense, in manners, and in the knowledge of things so ordinary that they seem to be matters of instinct rather than of information. Too often, also, the deaf are sly and tricky, selfish and egotistical; and the dislike which attends them is the sin of the parent's ignorance visited upon the children. These worst cases are of those who are deaf from the outset, or from a very early age; and in as far as I was exempt from them, it was chiefly because my education was considerably advanced before my hearing began to go. In such a case as mine, the usual evil (far less serious) in that the sufferer is inquisitive,—will know everything that is said, and becomes a bore to all the world. From this I was saved (or it helped to save me) by a kind word from my eldest brother. (From how much would a few more such words have saved me?) He had dined in company with an elderly single lady,—a sort of provincial blue‐stocking in her time,—who was growing deaf, rapidly, and so sorely against her will that she tried to ignore the fact to the last possible moment. At that dinner‐party, this lady sat next her old acquaintance, William Taylor of Norwich, who never knew very well how to deal with ladies (except, to his honour be it spoken, his blind mother;) and Miss N— teased him to tell her all that every body said till he grew quite testy and rude. My brother told me, with tenderness in his voice, that he thought of me while blushing, as every body present did, for Miss N—; and that he hoped that if ever I should grow as deaf as she, I should never be seen making myself so irksome and absurd. This helped me to a resolution which I made and never broke,—never to ask what was said. Amidst remonstrance, kind and testy, and every sort of provocation, I have adhered to this resolution,—confident in its soundness. I think now, as I have thought always, that it is impossible for the deaf to divine what is worth asking for and what is not; and that one's friends may always be trusted, if left unmolested, to tell one whatever is essential, or really worth hearing.page: 57
One important truth about the case of persons deficient in a sense I have never seen noticed; and I much doubt whether ever occurs to any but the sufferers under that deficiency. We sufferers meet with abundance of compassion for our privations: but the privation is, (judging by my own experience) a very inferior evil to the fatigue imposed by the obstruction. In my case, to be sure, the deficiency of three senses out of five renders the instance a very strong one: but the merely blind or deaf must feel something of the laboriousness of life which I have found it most difficult to deal with. People in general have only to sit still in the midst of Nature, to be amused and diverted (in the strict sense of the word,—distracted, in the French sense) so as to find "change of work as good as rest:" but I have had, for the main part of my life, to go in search of impressions and influences, as the alternative from abstract or unrelieved thought, in an intellectual view, and from brooding, in a moral view. The fatigue belonging to either alternative may easily be conceived, when once suggested: and considerate persons will at once see what large allowance must in fairness be made for faults of temper, irritability or weakness of nerves, narrowness of mind, and imperfection of sympathy, in sufferers so worn with toil of body and mind as I, for one, have been. I have sustained, from this cause, fatigue which might spread over double my length of life; and in this I have met with no sympathy till I asked for it by an explanation of the ease. From this labour there is, it must be remembered, no holiday, except in sleep. Life is a long, hard, unrelieved working‐day to us, who hear, or see, only by express effort, or have to make other senses serve the turn of that which is lost. When three out of five are deficient, the difficulty of cheerful living is great, and the terms of life are truly hard.—If I have made myself understood about this, I hope the explanation may secure sympathy for many who cannot be relieved from their burden, but may be cheered under it.
Another suggestion that I would make is that those who hear should not insist on managing the case of the deaf for them. As much sympathy as you please; but no overbearing interference in a case which you cannot possibly judge of. The fact is,— page: 58 the family of a person who has a growing infirmity are reluctant to face the truth; and they are apt to inflict frightful pain on the sufferer to relieve their own weakness and uneasiness. I believe my family would have made almost any sacrifice to save me from my misfortune; but not the less did they aggravate it terribly by their way of treating it. First, and for long, they insisted that it was all my own fault,—that I was so absent,—‐that I never cared to attend to any thing that was said,—that I ought to listen this way, or that, or the other; and even (while my heart was breaking) they told me that "none are so deaf as those that won't hear." When it became too bad for this, they blamed me for not doing what I was sorely tempted to do,—inquiring of them about every thing that was said, and not managing in their way, which would have made all right. This was hard discipline; but it was most useful to me in the end. It showed me that I must take my case into my own hands; and with me, dependent as I was upon the opinion of others, this was redemption from probable destruction. Instead of drifting helplessly as hitherto, I gathered myself up for a gallant breasting of my destiny; and in time I reached the rocks where I could take a firm stand. I felt that here was an enterprise; and the spirit of enterprise was roused in me; animating me to sure success, with many sinkings and much lapse by the way. While about it, I took my temper in hand,—in this way. I was young enough for vows,—was, indeed, at the very age of vows;—and I made a vow of patience about this infirmity;—that I would smile in every moment of anguish from it; and that I would never lose temper at any consequences from it,—from losing public worship (then the greatest conceivable privation) to the spoiling of my cap‐borders by the use of the trumpet I foresaw I must arrive at. With such a temper as mine was then, an infliction so worrying, so unintermitting, so mortifying, so isolating as loss of hearing must "kill or cure." In time, it acted with me as a cure, (in comparison with what my temper was in my youth:) but it took a long long time to effect the cure, and it was so far from being evident, or even at all perceptible when I was fifteen, that my parents were determined by page: 59 medical advice to send me from home for a considerable time, in hope of improving my health, nerves and temper by a complete and prolonged change of scene and objects.
Before entering upon that new chapter of my life, however, I must say another word about this matter of treatment of personal infirmity. We had a distant relation, in her young womanhood when I was a child, who, living in the country, came into Norwich sometimes on market days, and occasionally called at our house. She had become deaf in infancy,—very very deaf; and her misfortune had been mismanaged. Truth to speak, she was far from agreeable: but it was less for that than on account of the trouble of her deafness that she was spoken of as I used to hear, long before I ever dreamed of being deaf myself. When it was announced by any child at the window that — — was passing, there was an exclamation of annoyance; and if she came up the steps, it grew into lamentation. "What shall we do?" "We shall be as hoarse as ravens all day." "We shall be completely worn out," and so forth. Sometimes she was wished well at Jericho. When I was growing deaf, all this came back upon me; and one of my self‐questionings was—"Shall I put people to flight as — — does? Shall I be dreaded and disliked in that way all my life?" The lot did indeed seem at times too hard to be borne. Yet here am I now, on the borders of the grave, at the end of a busy life, confident that this same deafness is about the best thing that ever happened to me;—the best, in a selfish view, as the grandest impulse to self‐mastery; and the best in a higher view, as my most peculiar opportunity of helping others, who suffer the same misfortune without equal stimulus to surmount the false shame, and other unspeakable miseries which attend it.
By this time, the battle of Waterloo had been fought. I suppose most children were politicians dining the war. I was a great one. I remember Mr. Perry's extreme amusement at my breaking through my shyness, one day, and stopping him as he was leaving the school‐room, to ask, with much agitation, whether he believed in the claims of one of the many Louis XVII.'s who have turned up in my time. It must be consid‐ page: 60 ered considered that my mother remembered the first French Revolution. Her sympathies were with the royal family; and the poor little Dauphin was an object of romantic interest to all English children who knew anything of the story at all. The pretence that he was found set thousands of imaginations on fire, whenever it was raised; and among many other wonderful effects, it emboldened me to speak to Mr. Perry about other things than lessons. Since the present war (of 1854) broke out, it has amused me to find myself so like my old self of forty years before, in regard to telling the servants the news. In the old days, I used to fly into the kitchen, and tell my father's servants how sure "Boney" was to be caught,—how impossible it was that he should escape,—how his army was being driven back through the Pyrenees,—or how he had driven back the allies here or there. Then, I wanted sympathy, and liked the importance and the sensation of carrying news. Now, the way has been to summon my own servants after the evening post, and bid them get the map, or come with me to the globe, and explain to them the state of the war, and give them the latest news,—probably with some of the old associations lingering in my mind; but certainly with the dominant desire to give these intelligent girls an interest in the interests of freedom, and a clear knowledge of the position and duties of England in regard to the war. I remember my father's bringing in the news of some of the Peninsular victories, and what his face was like when he told my mother of the increase of the Income‐tax to ten per cent, and again, of the removal of the Income‐tax. I remember the proclamation of peace in 1814, and our all going to see the illuminations; those abominable transparencies, among the rest, which represented Bonaparte (always in green coat, white breeches and boots) as carried to hell by devils, pitch‐forked in the fiery lake by the same attendant, or haunted by the Duc d'Enghien. I well remember the awful moment when Mr. Drummond (of the chemical lectures) looked in at the back door (on his way from the counting‐house) and telling my mother that "Boney" had escaped from Elba, and was actually in France. This impressed me more than the subsequent hot Midsummer morning when page: 61 somebody (I forget whether father or brother) burst in with the news of the Waterloo slaughter. It was the slaughter that was uppermost with us, I believe, though we never had a relative, nor, as far as I know, even an acquaintance, in either army or navy.
I was more impressed still with the disappointment about the effects of the peace, at the end of the first year of it. The country was overrun with disbanded soldiers, and robbery and murder were frightfully frequent and desperate. The Workhouse Boards were under a pressure of pauperism which they could not have managed if the Guardians had been better informed than they were in those days; and one of my political panics (of which I underwent a constant succession) was that the country would become bankrupt through its poor‐law. Another panic was about revolution,—our idea of revolution being, of course, of guillotines in the streets, and all that sort of thing. Those were Cobbett's grand days, and the days of Castlereagh and Sidmouth spy‐systems and conspiracies. Our pastor was a great radical; and he used to show us the caricatures of the day (Hone's, I think) in which Castlereagh was always flogging Irishmen, and Canning spouting froth, and the Regent insulting his wife, and the hungry, haggard multitude praying for vengeance on the Court and the Ministers; and every Sunday night, after supper, when he and two or three other bachelor friends were with us, the talk was of the absolute certainty of a dire revolution. When, on my return from Bristol in 1819, I then turned to say what my conscience bade me say, and what I had been led to see by a dear aunt, that it was wrong to catch up and believe and spread reports injurious to the royal family, who could not reply to slander like other people, I was met by a shout of derision first, and then by a serious reprimand for my immorality in making more allowance for royal sinners than for others. Between my dread of this worldliness, and my sense that they had a worse chance than other people, and my further feeling that respect should be shown them on account of their function first, and their defenseless position afterwards, I was in what the Americans would call "a fix." The conscientious page: 62 uncertainty I was in was a real difficulty and trouble to me; and this probably helped to fix my attention upon the principles of politics and the characteristics of parties, with an earnestness not very common at that age. Still,—how astonished should I have been if any one had then foretold to me that, of all the people in England, I should be the one to write the "History of the Peace!"
One important consequence of the peace was the interest with which foreigners were suddenly invested, in the homes of the middle classes, where the rising generation had seen no foreigners except old emigrés,—powdered old Frenchmen, and ladies with outlandish bonnets and high‐heeled shoes. About this time there came to Norwich a foreigner who excited an unaccountable interest in our house,—considering what exceedingly proper people we were, and how sharp a look‐out we kept on the morals of our neighbors. It was poor Polidori, well known afterwards as Lord Byron's physician, as the author of "the Vampire," and as having committed suicide under gambling difficulties. When we knew him, he was a handsome, harum‐scarum young man,—taken up by William Taylor as William Taylor did take up harum‐scarum young men,—and so introduced into the best society the place afforded, while his being a Catholic, or passing for such, insured him a welcome in some of the most aristocratic of the county houses. He was a foolish rattle,—with no sense, scarcely any knowledge, and no principle; but we took for granted in him much that he had not, and admired whatever he had. For his part, he was an avowed admirer of our eldest sister (who however escaped fancy‐free;) and he was forever at our house. We younger ones romanced amazingly about him,—drew his remarkable profile on the backs of all our letters, dreamed of him, listened to all his marvelous stories, and, when he got a concussion of the brain by driving his gig against a tree in Lord Stafford's park, were inconsolable. If he had (happily) died then, he would have remained a hero in our imaginations. The few following years (which were very possibly all the wilder for that concussion of the brain) disabused every body of all expectation of good from him; but yet when he died, page: 63 frantic under gaming debts, the shock was great, and the impression, on my mind at least, deep and lasting. My eldest sister, then in a happy home of her own, was shocked and concerned; but we younger ones felt it far more. I was then in the height of my religious fanaticism; and I remember putting away all doubts about the theological propriety of what I was doing, for the sake of the relief of praying for his soul. Many times a day, and with my whole heart, did I pray for his soul.


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Mercado, Marion; age 88; of Rochester Hills; October 5, 2014, Loving wife of the late Philip; dear mother of Diana Mercado, Nancy Mann, Bruce (Marcia) Mercado, Alice, Matthew, and the late James Mercado; cherished grandmother of Stacey, Kristen, and Maria; great grandmother of Anna Grace and Danielle Marie; also survived by her dog, P.J. Marion was a member of the Meadowbrook Women's Club, a great Uof M fan, enjoyed playing bridge, cooking, and flower gardening. She truly loved spending time with her family and friends. Funeral Service Thursday, October 9, 2014, 11 a.m. with an In State time of 10 a.m. at University Presbyterian Church, 1385 Adams Rd. S., Rochester Hills. The family will receive friends Wednesday, 4 to 8 p.m. at the Modetz Funeral Home, 100 E. Silverbell Rd., Orion. Interment Van Hoosen Jones Cemetery. Suggested memorials to the church or the O.P.C. Online guestbook www.modetzfuneralhomes.comPublished in Daily Tribune on Oct. 7, 2014+Read More Share Listen to Obituary Remember Share a message, photo, or video below View all messages 2 "To my dear cousins, we are so sorry for the loss of Aunt..." "Matt...We are sorry for your loss, Our thoughts and prayers..." Add a memory or condolence to the guest book Add Message Please add or record a video for the family of Marion Mercado Add a video + Please add a photo and share in the life story for Marion Mercado Add a photo + http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/dailytribune/obituary.aspx?n=marion-mercado&pid=172710162&fhid=12997


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They were heady, giddy times: black was white, up was down, and scruffy long-haired drug addicts dressed like John Fogerty were toppling pop royalty on the Billboard charts. The cultural upheavals of the early '90s rang as a signal that some had grown tired of the pompous, preening megalomaniacal myth of the pop star. This shift had unintended consequences, however, as some of the strangest music of rock's storied history wound up on a worldwide stage behind a veneer of what sure seemed normal — regular-looking guys and gals creating really, really twisted music. Exhibit A: the charmed career of Chicago-via-Austin art-noise punks the Jesus Lizard, who, reincarnated, come to the Paradise this Saturday.
Lizard mouthpiece David Yow sums up the chasm between his band's innocent appearance and the demonic demeanor of their music: "Some people did perceive us as dark, or angry, or crazy, or whatever — but we were kind of just . . . normal guys who liked to . . . enjoy stuff."
One can only imagine what lurks between those ellipses. During the band's initial run, from their 1989 debut, Pure EP (Touch and Go), to their major-label 1998 swan song, Blue (Capitol), Yow and company became internationally infamous for 1) putting on the most incendiary live shows of any band around; 2) sporting the tightest rhythm section in rock; and 3) having, in Yow, one of the genre's most perverse (and prolific) minds.
Asked how he developed his reckless on-stage persona, Yow credits the lawless and fertile Petri dish that was Texas post-punk. He recalls the "aura of danger" and the shows where there was "a really good chance that you would leave the venue injured." So in honor of the welts and bruises meted upon a young Mr. Yow in pursuit of rock nirvana, here are three of the Lone Star State's most fascinating firestarters.
REALLY RED | These early hardcore warriors mixed pure buzzsaw thunder with King Crimson laser-beam dorkitudes powered by the wounded howls of frontman Ron Bond (a/k/a U-Ron Bondage). Check their sole long-player, 1981's beyond-essential Teaching You the Fear.
NCM (NON COMPOS MENTIS) | Although their discography comprises all of two seven-inch singles and a posthumous compilation track, Dallas's NCM are one of Texas punk's most notorious deathdealers. The 1980 "Ultimate Orgasm"/"Twist the Blade" single is a sick amalgam of bubblegum catchiness, breakneck punk, and sheer noise.
PAIN TEENS | Compared to the sarcastic yuks of so much noisy '90s shock rock (hello, Butthole Surfers!), husband/wife team Scott Ayers and Bliss Blood were refreshingly sincere. Houston's Pain Teens offered grim explorations of mankind's psychic horrors set to increasingly experimental rock. Their 1990 masterwork, Born in Blood, mixes the kink of goth with a metallic howl more akin to no-wavers like Lydia Lunch.
"A lot of the songs were based, lyrically, on dreams that I had," he explains. "Or nightmares. I don't know where the more desperate and morbid stuff comes from — maybe if I sought out professional help I'd find out! I've got a pretty healthy juvenile sense of humor. My father was really clever and quite the wordsmith, and I think I got that tendency from him — the combination of my love for Scrabble and my love for dirty jokes."
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Evgeni Malkin uncomfortable as face of Sochi OlympicsFebruary 11, 2014 12:18 AM
SOCHI, Russia — Evgeni Malkin is everywhere. His hair is on television, hawking Head & Shoulders shampoo. His mug is on the side of a building, selling Samsung cell phones with the slogan "Note your dreams. Design your life." His name is on the jersey of a young man named Sergei Kauzov, a Sochi native who waited outside the Bolshoy Ice Dome Monday afternoon as Malkin and his Russian teammates practiced for the first time with the hopes of their country on their dandruff-free shoulders.
Malkin is, without a doubt, one of the faces of these Olympics. Yet, Pittsburgh's quiet superstar wants to be able to cut off the spotlight when he feels like it. That is our "Geno," and his essence was very much on display after the Russians' hourlong skate.
As fellow Russian diva Alex Ovechkin moved his way from interview to interview, answering the same questions over and over again for different outlets with an easy smile, Malkin kept his head down and attempted to make it past Ovechkin without being detected, using "Ovi" like a human shield. But Ovechkin noticed Malkin trying to get away and said to him, "Geno!" Ovechkin urged him to come over and take a few questions. Malkin, clearly annoyed his escape had been thwarted, went through the motions. A Russian translation of what he said revealed very little about how he actually is feeling as these Sochi Winter Games come to life.
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After talking briefly to his country's hungry horde of journalists, he breezed by American reporters. "Tomorrow," he said, but it was hard to think that was going to happen.
Malkin is happy to be in front of the cameras as long as he can cash in on the convergence of his fame with the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of playing for a gold medal on his home soil. But, with the chance to address his country and ardent fans through the longing media, he reverted to his Pittsburgh form, with Ovechkin filling the role of Sidney Crosby.
In the Penguins locker room, it has worked out perfectly these past eight years — Crosby sitting there each day after practice, admirably doing the things a captain does, the things that Crosby appears born to do, while Malkin can do whatever he pleases.
And that's been OK, in Pittsburgh, because Crosby can take it all. That it was the same way in Russia, where Malkin is beloved from his hometown of Magnitogorsk all the way to the Black Sea here in Sochi, came as a bit of a surprise.
Weeks before, back in Pittsburgh, Malkin spoke with the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette and opened a small window into his thoughts about playing for the Russian team, beginning with his first tournament with the national team as a teenager in 2003.
"I always love to represent my country," he said. "It's a big memory for me. I remember my first game in a Russian jersey, and I score goals. It's a huge moment for me. I think I start to understand. I'm not just representing my hometown, I represent my country. It's more pressure. I play harder. At 17 years old, playing first for the national team was a big, big story for me."
When asked about the uniqueness of playing in the Olympics in Russia, he laughed.
"Of course, there's Russian media and lots of commercials. Now, I think I don't really understand how big because I'm here. It's a little bit tough. I see the news, I see what's going on in Sochi, but if I'm in Russia maybe I understand why it's important."
Malkin's understanding had to be growing fast Monday. He and other NHL players arrived in the morning on a 10-hour flight from Newark to be greeted by hundreds of journalists at the Sochi airport. Then, they arrived at the Olympic Village and could see for the first time just how much President Vladimir Putin has invested in these Games being a success — the $51 billion number makes sense when one sees the remarkable facilities in Olympic Park.
Malkin's parents, Vladimir and Natalia, have been in Sochi since last week. Friday, Natalia got a chance to run with the Olympic flame. They will be here to support him, just like in Vancouver and Turin. After Vancouver, when the Russians finished sixth, Malkin was as crushed as he has ever been by a hockey defeat, according to close friend, Andrei Zaitsev, who lives in Malkin's hometown of Magnitogorsk.
The Russians have not won an Olympic gold in the post-Soviet era. This is a business trip for Malkin. He wants to win. Does talking to the press help with that? In his mind, absolutely not. So, yes, he'll let Ovechkin handle that stuff.
And when Ovechkin was asked, like every other player who spoke Monday, what it would mean for Russia to win the gold medal, he said what everybody else likely was thinking:
"Mean gold only cost $50 billion."
As for Malkin's psyche, maybe the monologue from his Head & Shoulders shampoo commercial should suffice. A translation:
"At first I thought you don't need anything but physical strength to win. When force is used against you, answer with bigger force. But later I started to understand that the real strength is in something else. It lies in the ability to use the pressure and not to give up under it; in the ability to recharge yourself with the help of fans' energy. At home or away. For or against us. The louder the arena, the better I concentrate.
"The strength lies in approaching the Olympic Final just like any other game. Because it is in fact the case. Now I know for sure that winning starts from the inner spirit, a clean hair, and the confidence that accompanies all of it."
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The terms of Saunders and Robbins expires in July, 2015.
The board also elected Javier Suarez as chairman and Michael Beaumier as vice chairman.
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call me Mr Councilman - I'm ahead far enough that if all the remaining votes went to the incumbent I would still win. I presently have 55% of the vote.
I ran a campaign focused on the spending - the Mayor & several councilmembers, all long time residents in the city, publicly opposed me. I stayed away from the personal stuff, focusing only on the high wages being paid.
I ran because the city was not responding to their residents. IMO staying focused on the spending won the race. There are lots of issues, a budget coming up the night I am sworn in which I plan to propose many amendments, & a Parks & Trails plan crafted with public input which they choose to ignore. It should be entertaining, small town politics if no different tha DC politics, just more out of sight .


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GET's Kyle Salzwedel muscles his way back to Nationals
GALESVILLE, Wis. - Even some of his teachers think he's crazy.
"It ain't crazy if you love it," GET junior Kyle Salzwedel said.
"It's nerve-wracking because you think that they're going to get hurt," said Keri Salzwedel, Kyle's Mom.
Kyle began lifting in 8th grade. He's fallen in love with the sport, and what it requires, ever since.
"Dedication, heart, the willingness to do anything to be at the top level," he said.
Last year, Kyle went to Nationals at Wisconsin Dells. Ranked in the top three in the country, he won at the JV level.18409478
"It was kind of just a perfect feeling at the time. It was like you were on top of a mountain."
This year, he received the ultimate honor. Kyle was one of 18 kids from the United States invited to a world lifting competition in Lithuania. He's decided not to go, however, because it's too expensive.
"Some people told me to go and others told me that I shouldn't go," he said. "I just had to go with what my heart said. That was to not go."
"Plus, he wants a car," added his mom.
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New York, August 13, 2008--A veteran reporter with the Tel Aviv-based Hebrew-language daily Yedioth Ahronoth was severely injured on Tuesday in an attack in the central Georgian city of Gori. It was the same attack that killed Dutch cameraman Stan Storimans and injured his RTL Nieuws colleague Jeroen Akkermans.
New York, August 12, 2008--Stan Storimans, a cameraman with Netherlands-based television channel RTL Nieuws, was killed today during bombing in the central Georgian city of Gori. His colleague, reporter Jeroen Akkermans, suffered shrapnel wounds to his leg and was hospitalized in a Tbilisi clinic, Jaspir Teijsse, a spokesman for RTL Nieuws, told CPJ Storimans was 39.
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Avignonesi Vino Nobile di Montepulciano 2004
Sangiovese from Tuscany, Italy
Winemaker's Notes
Varietals: Prugnolo Gentile, Canaiolo Nero, Mammolino
Vino Nobile is garnet red in color; its bouquet is delicate and intense, with a slight scent of violet; the taste is dry with a hint of tannin. This wine is ideal with roast and grilled meat, game and mature cheeses.
"The 2004 Vino Nobile di Montepulciano (mostly Prugnolo Gentile with some Canaiolo and Mammolino) presents a richer, riper expression of black cherries, licorice and smoke, in a linear, understated style, with notable purity and outstanding balance. Although delicious today, it is also quite fresh and primary. Readers who enjoy a more developed wine will want to give this Vino Nobile another year or two of bottle age. Anticipated maturity: 2007-2016."
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Vinous / Antonio Galloni - "The 2004 Vino Nobile di Montepulciano (mostly Prugnolo Gentile with some Canaiolo and Mammolino) presents a richer, riper expression of black cherries, licorice and smoke, in a linear, understated style, with notable purity and outstanding balance. Although delicious today, it is also quite fresh and primary. Readers who enjoy a more developed wine will want to give this Vino Nobile another year or two of bottle age."
Avignonesi Winery
In 1309 pope Clement V transferred the papal residence from Rome to Avignon, France. In 1377, when pope Gregory XI moved the papal residence back to Rome, some noble families of Avignon left France to follow him. It was at that time, in Italy, that one of those families became known as Avignonesi - probably to simplify an otherwise difficult, foreign name. Soon the Avignonesi family separated into three branches which settled in Rome, Siena and Montepulciano.
It is not known exactly when Avignonesi's cellars were built, but they are doubtless among the most ancient in Italy. Palazzo Avignonesi was built according to a design by Jacopo Barozzi (called Vignola) in the second half of the XVI century and it has always been the cellars' seat.
In 1974 the Falvo brothers, owners of the vineyards in the municipality of Cortona, took over Avignonesi and refounded it investing greatly in viniculture, selecting the local varieties and introducing classical ones such as Chardonnay, Sauvignon Blanc, Cabernet Sauvignon, Merlot, Pinot Noir. Nowadays, Avignonesi consists of four wine-producing estates: Le Capezzine, I Poggetti, La Selva and La Lombarda. In total they comprise 218 hectares of open ground, 103 ha of vineyards and 7 ha of olive groves. View all Avignonesi Wines
About TuscanyView a map of Tuscany wineries (TUSS-can-ee) Sangiovese. Most of the wine coming from Tuscany is made from some clone of this varietal, but a growing trend, started by the renegade winemakers of those Super Tuscans, is to incorporate more international varietals.
Notable FactsThe most well known sub-districts of Tuscany are Chianti, Brunello di Montalcino and Vino Nobile di Montepulciano (note that Montepulciano here refers to the local village, not the grape variety found in the Italian region of Abruzzi). Wine labeled from these regions is DOC-regulated and Sangiovese-based blends. Quality wine from these DOC areas has been on the rise for decades, with top-notch winemakers and wineries shedding the low-quality image once held for Tuscan wine by producing consistently outstanding bottlings that range from deliciously drinkable to highly ageable. Newer to the scene are regions like Bohlgeri and the Maremma, home to of what are now termed "Super-Tuscans," named for the wine coming from the Tuscany area, but not following all of the DOC or DOCG laws required in Italy. In the 1970's, some pioneer winemakers began buying land outside of Chianti and Montalcino, and planting not only Sangiovese, but also international varieties like Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot. The wine they produced only fit into the lowest Italian category of "vina da tavola," but the winemakers sold the wine for high prices, creating an almost cult following, and spurning a new wine category called IGT.
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A little ditty about Italy...This country has about as many wines as its had governments. With 20 different regions, hundreds of DOCs and even more indigenous varieties, the amount of wine made in Italy is mind-boggling. Most of the juice, however, remains in the country for thirsty Italians. Wine is food in Italy and its rare that a meal is consumed without a glass of vino. That said, it's not common to find many folks drinking wine without food either. In turn, it's a match, and a mighty good one at that. In fact, it's safe to say that Italian wine is a foodie wine – one that goes on the table for a myraid of meals.
For regions, the most popular are Tuscany (home of Chianti), Piedmont and the Tre-Venezie, which includes Veneto, Trentino Alto-Adige and Friuli. Other communes of note are in Southern Italy, and a few good wines are made elsewhere in the country. The islands of Sardinia and Sicily are members of the Italian winemaking community as well.
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1 rating, 1 with reviewJeri - Ventura, CA13/10/2008The best thing I can say about this wine is its nice, buttery feel in the mouth and its pretty color. Aroma was indistinguishable, taste was light and had no complexity. So we let it breathe a while. Little improvement. Then we left it in the decanter 24 hours. About the same result. My experience is limited but in 6 years, this is the most mediocre wine at this price that I've tried. My husband's experience is far more extensive and his taste is far more educated than mine and he agrees with me. Final decision: Very drinkable but definitely mundane.


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In the warmer seasons, it's not always the heat that gets you, as they say–often it's the humidity. In the search for a comfortable indoor…
Filter-Free Warm Moisture Humidifier
Description & Highlights
Honeywell Filter-Free QuickSteam Warm Moisture Humidifier
Breathe easy with the Honeywell Filter-Free Warm Moisture Humidifier (HWM-950). This afforable humidifier will help you control your home's air moisture levels with ease courtesy of its QuickSteam Warm Moisture System which heats and purifies the water. And unlike many other humidifiers, the HWM-950 can run for up to 24 hours straight and boasts silent operation. Plus, it's therapeutic-- it comes with a medicine cup for your benefit.
In addition, your new Filter-Free Warm Moisture Humidifier requires little attention. There are no filters to change and the wide top opening allows for easy filling from above with a pitcher or watering can. That way, you won't need to fuss with figuring out separate compartments spilling. It's no wonder why most prefer this machine's soothing vapors and easy operation!
Control Moisture Levels:The EasySet feature allows you to control operation with two (2) moisture output settings
Simple to Clean:Its top is dishwasher safe and the rest can simply cleaned with just a sponge
Filter-Free:That's right, there's no need to worry about changing a filter -- because there isn't one
- Model: HWM-950Filter-Free Warm Moisture Humidifier
- Brand: Honeywell1.25-gallon water tank
- Medicine cup includedStainless steel heating plate
- Continuous theraputic warm water flowHumidifies up to 1050 sq ft
- Large top opening for easy fillingEasySet control operation with two (2) moisture output settings
- Compact, space-saving designAdvanced Mist humidistat maintains the desired moisture level
- Easy to clean, dishwasher safeProvides warm, visible mist
- Illuminated water indicator lightInput voltage: 120V / 60 Hz
- Automatic shut-off when reservoir runs dryPower: 120W
- HMP-12P mineral absorption pad sample includedWeight: 5.06 lbs
- Warranty: 3-year limitedDimensions: 12.17" H x 7.6" W x 12.6" D
- Height: 12.17"
- Width: 7.6"
- Depth: 12.6"


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Take Part in the Movement
When you attend or organize an Amnesty International USA peaceful protest, vigil, meeting, training, or other event, you are taking a part in a global movement to change the world. You are bringing people together who are passionate about human rights to raise your voices, strategize, and build power to make a difference. We are a grassroots movement, so submit what you have coming up here, so that we can all see how we're working together to end human rights violations whenever and wherever they occur.
Right now, Amnesty activists around the world are organizing and joining #NoBanNoWall peaceful protests and vigils in their communities. Help us make sure that the US government hears us by joining or organizing a protest, vigil, or hosting a space where people can make phone calls and write letters to Senators, and submit your event so it's listed on this page.
There are many different types of Amnesty events going on all across the country, so be sure to check in with your Regional Office and see what your local Amnesty International chapter groups are planning near you.


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A simple, fun and tasty dish that calls for five basic ingredients—things you probably have on hand right now!
Get into a party theme by looking for some of those new, fun holiday pasta shapes, such as Halloween pumpkins or Christmas trees, to use instead of the rotini.
Two cups of broccoli, chopped green bell pepper or frozen cut green beans could be used in place of the zucchini.
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