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|2016 年 6 月 24 日 星期五
|Nazis had come from
Rhoda was not blind to the Nazi abuses. After her first walk in the Tiergarten, she refused to go back. It was far more clean, pretty, and charming than any American public park, she admitted, but the signs on the benches, juDEN vERBoTEN, were nauseating. Seeing similar signs in restaurant windows, she would recoil and demand to go elsewhere. Pug told her of his interview with Rosenthal, she had a deep attack of,the blues: she wanted to forgo the house and even talked of getting out of Germany. "My, imagine! Renting out that beautiful house for a song, just to keep it from being sold over his head-to some fat Nazi, no doubt, lying in wait to pick it off cheap. How horrible." But she agreed that they had better take it.
They had to live somewhere, and the house was divine. Day by day, she reacted less to such things, seeing how commonplace they were in Berlin, and how much taken for granted. When Sally Forrest, who loathed the Nazis, took her to lunch at a restaurant where a window placard announced that Jews were not served, it seemed silly to protest. Soon she ate in such places without a second thought. In time, the Tiergarten became her favorite place for a Sunday stroll. But she insisted that anti-Semitism was a blot on an otherwise exciting, lovely land. She would say so to prominent Nazis. Some stiffened, others tolerantly smirked. A few hinted that the problem would straighten out in time. "I'm an American to the bone, going back six generations," she would say, 'and I'll never see eye to eye with you on this business of the Jews. It's absolutely awful."
Most Germans seemed resigned to this independent, outspoken manner of American women and the way their husbands tolerated it; they regarded it as a national oddity. Victor Henry stayed off the Jewish topic. Nazi Germany was a big, not readily digestible lump of new life. Most foreigners were strongly for or against the Nazis. The correspondents, as Kip Tollever had observed, hated them to a man. Within the embassy views varied. According to some, Hitler was the greatest menace to America since 1776. He would stop at nothing less than world rule, and the day he was strong enough, he would attack the United States. Others saw him as a benefactor, the only bulwark in Europe against Communism. The democracies had shown themselves impotent against the spread of Bolshevist parties, they said.
Hitler fought totalitarian fire with hotter and stronger fire. These judgments, either way, stood on slender bases of knowledge. Pressing his new acquaintances for facts, Victor Henry got vehement opinions and gestures. Statistics abounded in sheaves of analyses and rePorts, but too much of this stuff came down to guesses, propaganda, and questionable paid intelligence. He tried to study German history late at night and found it a muddy tangle going back more than a thousand years. In it he could find no pattern and no guide at all to the problems Of 1939. just to figure out where the Nazis had come from, and what the secret was of Hitler's hold on the Germans, seemed a task beyond him and beyond anybody he talked to; even the outlandish question of German anti-Semitismhad a dozen different explanations, depending on which of any twelve Foreign Service men you asked. Commander Henry decided that he would grope uselessly if he tried to fathom these major matters in a hurry.
Military capacity was something he knew about; it was a narrow but derisive aspect of Hitler's Third Empire. Was Nazi Germany as strong as the ever-marching columns in the streets, and the throngs of uniforms in cafes, suggested? Was it all a show, no more substantial than the transparent red cheesecloth of the towering swastika banners? Deciding to take nothing for granted and to marshal facts for himself, Victor Henry dug into the job of penetrating this one puzzle.
|2015 年 12 月 23 日 星期三
|certainly that is the point'
The company’s SkyDeck is a clear bubble that pokes up out of the top of an airplane. One or two passengers access this viewing dome via a staircase, or (rather showily) in an elevator. Once they are head and shoulders above the fuselage, they may rotate their seats to view some particular object — the sunset, or a constellation, or a cloud that looks a lot like a bunny. The bubble is made of the same material as the canopies of a supersonic fighter jet, and it’s a teardrop shape mounted just before the tail to have the smallest possible effect on aerodynamics. Its feasibility has been studied a thousand different ways, patents and trademarks have been applied for, and an aircraft manufacturer has begun offering it as an option on its custom builds — though there are not yet reports of orders taken.
Does the SkyDeck seem a bit… erm… over the top? Yes, but certainly that is the point. Windspeed identifies business and VIP aircraft as their primary market, where amenities like the SkyDeck make sense because airplanes made of solid gold are too heavy to fly. But the company also sees a commercial application, where, they say, “Current in-flight entertainment offerings have not changed much over the decades” (as if SkyDeck were the logical successor to seatback entertainment systems). In this bright future, airlines would charge passengers for a trip up to the SkyDeck, providing an additional revenue stream for beleaguered airlines that have not yet found enough things to charge for.
|2015 年 6 月 5 日 星期五
|Love is not tired
As night fell, the day all the more cold, the howl of the north straight drill in clothes, whole body chilly, this day is too busy too tired. Don't know when I first began to some of the pain.
Interpretation of city bright lamps like the stars flashing light up the sky.
I like the stars of the street light, it can give a person the light and hope, and make people forget the fear of the dark. Along the broad road, against the bright street, walk quietly to think, that peace and good mood for a long time did not understand. However the mouthwatering quiet large! I can only is the dust.
Dinner time is up, the street there are a variety of attractive fragrance, daughter's dinner in the daughter's hope, also in a hurry... The pedestrian street in a hurry, every heart filled with desire to go back home, the home, the front is a warm home.
Several turn into the village, see daughter at a distance, the height disproportionate with her big bag hang on the ass, solitary figure in the orange light is more thin. Daughter as if waiting for me for a long time. Daughter came home from school every day on her classmate's homework, and then wait here I go home together.
Arrive every day busy and too little time to accompany daughter, give her daughter's love is too little. I was hurt and flow to her daughter, the in the mind is full of guilt.
Daughter saw me, he waved caper bouncing towards me. I open the door, just like with open arms to meet my daughter - the love of my life.
Daughter got on the bus, like the morning birds twittering of talking to me at school she had seen and heard, and even then I went into the kitchen busy preparing dinner, she also like a copycat with behind me said a lot of chatter. Speaking of Gao Xingchu still showing very happy. Look today, she had a good time at school.
Daughter happy I will happy, I am happy with her happy, her smile melted my tired. What she said is more like a mountain stream into the thirst of seedbed, sweet, warm warm flow into my heart, the day all my tiredness seems to has been diluted. I wholeheartedly preparing dinner for the daughter, not tired and tired Dream beauty pro hard sell
, but is full of happiness.
I think this is the power of love! This is the power of god for all mother.
Eat rice, like all yesterday all in the past, to sit down on the sofa. Room is warm, but the chilly feeling came again, Dream beauty pro hard sell
and sleepy weakness, drowsiness.
Daughter, helps me to bed cover the quilt for me, in her exclaim, thirty-nine degrees of high temperature, you heard my daughter soso concern to find drugs and husband there telephone inquiries. Daughter is as busy taking care of little fever, I carry water for medicine and use alcohol to clean my hands and feet, put a wet towel on my forehead, and article cover the quilt for me to cover their sweat for me. My fever is gone, the pillow I sweat, hands and feet just stretched out by outside Dream beauty pro
, daughter have forced them to press the back. Although I like children provoked a long, hard but I'm still obeyed.
Quietly lying on the bed, enjoying the daughter's love, enjoy the warmth moment.
Love is not tired, again painstakingly also sweet.
|2015 年 5 月 13 日 星期三
|Youth is a tear
If life is a drama is variant, the youth is a magnificent book, sending out the faint fragrance; Childhood, is the most beautiful chapter in the book. This book as down in the sand in the wind, the dispersed and stacking accumulation and blow, and I like the youth, and sometimes like miss sat upstairs and blue, and sometimes like a butterfly dancing, dancing like a phoenix nine days, if the lotus and pure.
I like it like a candle, the small core core to keep the flame, thin, warm warm, lit up the heart; Like the colour of it is like the sun, gentle and continuous touched a chord; Prefer it as selfless as great grandfather, abandoned the ego, lit up the others.
Since the childhood, I was brought up great grandfather.
Six years ago. I live in hangzhou, a paradise, "said the town; In lower electricity don't know what's going on, at eight o 'clock in the evening, always power on time. At this time, the great grandfather is from home to the highest cabinets pulled out a box of candles, small candles as quietly as wrapped in a red blanket baby lying in the box, quietly fall asleep. Great grandfather with took out a root, burning and jolly. I wore a white nightgown holding the candle stands his bare feet on the ground, you looked at me and smile of tears, said. "This angel how to bare feet!" I smiled, as quiet smile. With tender voice, again and again sing what's your favorite small poplar. Ask you pick me in your arms; "Man to buy it when I grew up eating give great grandfather?" I replied without hesitation: "buy! I bought the best great grandfather the lollipop!" You laugh, like flowers bloom.
Downstairs friend call me go out to play, are you afraid of my accident, I tied at home with candles. You take out a box of small candles, slowly put on the table a love, I don't understand, ask; "Why the candle into love?" You smiled, kind smile, like a stream, slowly flows through my heart; "Who let you in great grandfather heart!" Oh! The original core candle placed great grandfather is! Pestering my great grandfather, even a moment, he set up again; Love is the love, only more long candles in the middle. I glance back and forth, but still do not understand, great grandfather as if see through my mind, edge drawing; "Great grandfather call neutral, great grandfather's only you in the heart, also only you." Oh! Then it dawned on me, looking at great grandfather that wrinkled face, acidity in the heart, the time the old man, can you slow down?
On the way to school, I rode my bicycle fly general heading home, all of a sudden, heard the song both familiar and unfamiliar rang out from the small poplar companion I grew up a candle, and that the deepest memory of you. Swing, six years have passed, I have from a dazed girl turned into a big girl. Can you great grandfather? You in heaven?
The fallen leaves, describes the autumn grandeur; White clouds floating, foil a beautiful blue sky; Head strands of white hair, you tell me the "candle" to her.
Oh! The candle intentional also farewell banquets, cry until morning.
Youth is a tear, it is constantly pouncing on, toward the future. Youth pounce on, as if had not over the years, wait for the youth, just know, only into the air, left the 1: ah! Youth!
|2015 年 5 月 5 日 星期二
|Life is movement
Recently, always feel the people around are not very happy, are sicker, each work also have no spirit, if not do anything, even in their favorite things, also lost interest. Zha really don't know us, HKUE amec and influence each other, even always very optimistic, I also feel very angry!
I'm not a very introverted person, just to see you unhappy, like a lost myself originally happy, remind of past everyone talking and laughing together, whether it is the elderly, or some young fellow students, as a mutual going badly, jokingly, who also won't be angry with anyone, that is what a happy time, and now, the uncomfortable, said today that tomorrow that you want to go to a hospital, every day someone asks for leave HKUE ENG
, still really not a happy thing!
Wish everyone is fine, if someone said to me: today I feel good today! Think it is a very happy thing! Finally someone better!
Is it because the older, the menopause? And everyone get along very well, too casual, too relaxed, thus get lazy! One by one to work late every day, ask for leave or something! Because from the hadn't pay.
These days, I suddenly have an impulse to get up early to do exercise, get up early in the morning and do an hour exercise, incredibly refreshing, a warm, to the office early and spirit pretty good HKUE ENG
, the mood also is good. Then I told these things to the office colleagues, and told them, leading to on inspection these days, the miracle appear, for a whole week, all spirit of perfect!
Is, today's young people, many of them are on a computer every day, if things a little less, work take it easy, we started very comfortable lived a life of leisure, watching movies, reading novels, playing games, curtilage in the home, let them relax, but I don't know, this kind of life so that they become more and more lazy, no effective movement, did not have the happy life of passion, over time, the body becomes inactive, resistance is poor, neck, lumbar every disease Dream beauty pro hard sell
, people also more and more uncomfortable, no spirit.
So, life is movement! Don't let yourself too lazy, too carefree, at work, or make yourself much more exercise is the method of longevity and health!