"Harvey," said Eleanor Bope, handing her brother a cutting from a London morning paper of the 19th of March, "just read this about children's toys, please. It exactly carries out some of our ideas about influence and upbringing." "In the view of the National Peace Council," ran the extract, "there are grave objections to presenting our boys with regiments of fighting men, batteries of admits, naturally love fighting and all the panoply of war... but that is no reason for encouraging. Perhaps giving permane

We hold our existence at the mercy of the elements. The life of man is a state of continual vigilance against their warfare. The heats of noon would wither himlike the severed herb. The hail would smite him to death, did he not seek shelter and protection against them. His clothing is the perpetual armour he wears for his defence, his dwelling the fortress to which he retreats for safety. Yet, even there the elements attack him. The winds overthrow his habitation. The waters sweep it away. The fire, that w

In the eastern side of the Dead Sea rose the citadel peak of basalt, and was surrounded by four deep valleys, one on each side, another in front, and the fourth in the rear. At the base of the citadel, crowding against one another, a group of houses stood within the circle of a wall, whose outlines undulated with the unevenness of the soil. A zigzag road, cutting through the rocks, joined the city to the fortress. The walls of which were about one hundred and twenty cubits high, having numeros angles and or

Every evening the young Fisherman went out upon the sea, and threw his nets into the water. When the wind blew from the land he caught nothing, or but little at best, for it was a bitter and black-winged wind, and rough waves rose up to meet it. But when the wind blew to the shore, the fish came in from the deep, and swam into the meshes of his nets, and he took them to the market-place and sold them. Every evening he went out upon the sea, and one evening the net was so heavy that hardly could he draw it

It was nine o'clock. The little town of Vauchamp, dark and silent, had just retired to bed amid a chilly November rain. In the Rue des Recollets, one of the narrowest and most deserted streets of the district of Saint-Jean, a single window was still alight on the third floor of an old house. Its damaged gutters torrents of water were falling into the street. Mme Burle was sitting up before a meager fire of vine stocks. Her little grandson Charles pored over his lessons by the pale light of a lamp. The ap

Pere Merlier's mill, one beautiful summer evening, was arranged for a grand fete. In the courtyard were three tables, placed end to end, which awaited the guests. Everyone knew that Francoise, Merlier's daughter, was that night to be betrothed to Dominique. He was a young man who was accused of isleness. But the fair sex for three leagues around gazed at him with sparkling eyes, such a fine appearance had he. Pere Merlier's mill was pleasing to look upon. It stood exactly in the center of Rocreuse, where t

There was once a butterfly who wished for a bride. He glanced at all flower-beds. He found that the flowers were seated quietly and demurely on their stalks, just as maidens should sit before they are engaged. But there was a great number of them. The butterfly did not like to take too much trouble. He flew off on a visit to the daisies. The Frech call this flower "Marguerite," and they say that the little daisy can prophesy. Lovers pluck off the leaves, and as they pşuck each leaf, they ask a question abo

The Crosses, the village where Vasili Andreevich lived, consisted of six houses. As soon as they had passed the blacksmith's hut, the last in the village, they realized that the wind was much stronger than they had thought. The road could hardly be seen. The tracks left by the sledge-runners were immediately covered by snow and the road was only distinguished by the fact that it was higher than the rest of the line where sky and earth met could not be seen. The Telyantin forest, usually clearly visible, no

You have handed over your work to the assistant and the rest of the abble while you sit in peace and warth, save money, read, amuse yourself with all sorts of lofty nonsense, and" (Ivan Dmitritch looked at the doctor's red nose) "with boozing. In fact, you have seen nothing of life, you know absolutely nothing of it, and are only theoretically acquainted with reality. You despise suffering and are surprised at nothing for a very simple reason: vanity of vanities, the external and the internal, contempt for

On returning to his place, Tomsky tought no more either of Hermann or Lizaveta. She longed to renew the interrupted conversation. But the mazurka came to an end, and shortly afterwards the old Countess took her departure. Tomsky's words were nothing more than the customary small talk of the dance. But they sank deep into the soul of the young dremear. The portrait, sketched by Tomsky, coincided with the picture she had formed within her own mind, and, thanks to the latest romances, the ordinary countenance

Another that, tought she was poor, she was a great deal happier, with her youth, health, and good spirits, than a certain fretful, feeble old lady who couldn't enjoy her comforts. A third that, disagreeable as it was to help get dinner, it was harder srill to go begging for it and the fourth, that even carnelian rings were not so valuable as good behavior. So they agreed to stop complaining, to enjoy the blessings already possed, and try to deserve them, lest they should be taken away entirely, instead of

She began to look about the room for a light. But the lamp had been extinguished. The dull gray daylight filtering through the Venetian blinds sufficiently lit the room. Then the old lady, with a strange, irregular movement, crushed the note together in her hand, placed it in her mouth, and with a convulsive movement of her jaws chewed it, trying to swallow it as quickly as possible. A minute passed, and the note had disappeared. The old princess closed the strong box and rang for the day nurse. Giving her

Over against this temple, on the other side of the great highway, at twety feet distance, there was a turret at least five feet high. Here the empreor ascended to have an opportunity of viewing me. It was reckoned that above a hundred thousand inhabitants came out of the town upon the same errand. When the worjmen found it was impossible for me to break loose, they cut all the strings that bound me. Whereupon rose up, with as melancholy a disposition As ever I had in my life. But the noise and astonishment

"Cursed cross-bred fox and pig!" swore the Captain under his breath, recalling his first meeting with Petunikoff. The merchant came with one of the town councillors to buy the house, and seeing the Captain asked his companion: "Is this your lodger?" And from that day, a year and a half ago, there has been competition among the inhabitants of the dosshouse as to which can swear the hardest at the merchant. And last night there was a "slight skirmish with hot words," as the Captain called it, between Petunik

Parkın içerisi, sanki ana baba günüydü... Farklı bölgelerden gelen fındık işçileri, telaş içerisinde meraklı gözlerle sağa sola bakıp duruyorlardı... Kendilerine önderlik eden işçi başı kahyaların etrafında; sahibi tarafından örklenmiş hayvanlar gibi şaşkın şaşkın dönüp duruyorlardı... Her yıl Temmuz ayı geldiğinde; Karadeniz'in kalbi farklı atar... Karadeniz Bölgesinin iç kesimlerindeki kasabaların varoşlarından toplanan insanlar, kamyonlarla adeta akın ederler; Ünye, Fatsa gibi sahil şehirlerine... Cılka

Korkusuz, yeraltı dünyasının anaforunda yerini sağlamlaştırıyor, rakiplerine göz dağı veriyor; böylece gücünün etkisi, her geçen gün daha da artıyordu. Hangi koşulda olursa olsun rakiplerine korku vermek elzemdi. Yer altı dünyasının raconu böyleydi; bütün riskler, ölmek ve ölmemek üzerine odaklanmıştı. Bu alemde duygusallığa asla yer yoktu...

Mark Richard tarafından derlenen "Anlam" adlı bu seçki Frege, Quine, Putnam,, Kripke ve Davidson gibi kilit kişiler tarafından yazılmış makaleleri ve Mark Wilson, Paul Horwich, Scott Soames, James Higginbotham ve Frank Jacson gibi filozofların bu makalelere tepkilerini içeriyor. Tartışılan konular analitiklik, çeviri ile ilgili belirsizlik, gönderge kuramları, kullanım olarak anlam, dilsel yeterliliğin yapısı, doğruluk ve anlam, anlam bilim ile metafizik arasındaki ilişkileri içeriyor.

Öncelikle şu sorular bütün dörtlüklü şiirler yazan ozanları çok yakından ilgilendirmektedir. Halk şiiri günümüzde kitleler, aydınlar, entelektüeller, düşünce emekçileri ve halk tarafından kabul görüyor mu? Halk Ozanları kitle iletişim araçlarından yeterince yararlanıyorlar mı? Gittikleri toplantılarda, okumalarda gecelerde ya da konserlerde karşılarında yine binlerce insan bulabiliyorlar mı? Bu soruların yanıtları olumsuzsa bu olumsuzluğun sonuçlarını sadece toplumun estetik beğenilerinin değişimine yorumla

Sevgi Tohumu Mezardan beşiğe uzanan yolsun Bırakma tez elden güllerin solsun Yürekteki tarla hep ürün verir Yeterki sevgiden tohumun olsun Şüphe Etmeli Gönül goncasından el çekmemeli Ne Ferhat çıldırtmış ne Mecnun deli Gönül deli değil düşünce aşka Aşkı tatmayandan şüphe etmeli Sevgiden Ötesi Yalan Gününü gün eyle o kardır kalan Zaman geçip ömrün etmeden talan Sevda denen bela binkez hoş gelsin Sevgiden ötesi yalandır yalan

Gör ki ne hallere düştü Köle gibi satılınca Hasretle kavruldu pişti Yaban ele atılınca Bölüşünce beyler dünyayı Düştü bize köle payı Görmez olduk duru çayı Kirli sular katılınca Mazlum dertten nasip aldı Bey geçinen tümden çaldı Ezeli şaşırdı kaldı Dosttan taşa tutulunca