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La industria de la construcción: Una profesión con varios atractivos!

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzPHWSITz0s_v79J9yqY8JUtZuwdrKVbGkLj6Xm84w3Olv42rC2yjN2ahTgLH7Eu2mzNuKGFQeWh8zwbdK37M7fQUyYw8cPQLjRCWnZByV1y7Zs1C3MC03HkMFJjuQ9t8S6vDi5vy0AA/s1600/11364791146_19b6fe5b92_k-702x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzPHWSITz0s_v79J9yqY8JUtZuwdrKVbGkLj6Xm84w3Olv42rC2yjN2ahTgLH7Eu2mzNuKGFQeWh8zwbdK37M7fQUyYw8cPQLjRCWnZByV1y7Zs1C3MC03HkMFJjuQ9t8S6vDi5vy0AA/s1600/11364791146_19b6fe5b92_k-702x336.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> Es ampliamente conocido que la construcción como disciplina es una combinación de arte y ciencia. Mientras que la comprensión de los aspectos técnicos de la construcción es muy importante, también es muy importante que los profesionales de la construcción tengan el conocimiento de los aspectos comerciales y de gestión de la profesión. Pero así como existe "And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated—the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...." It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face. "Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp." The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance. "Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser." The old man wiped the tears away on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative. "It was in the summer of 2013 that the Plague came. I was twenty-seven years old, and well do I remember it. Wireless despatches—" Hare-Lip spat loudly his disgust, and Granser hastened to make amends. "We talked through the air in those days, thousands and thousands of miles. And the word came of a strange disease that had broken out in New York. There were seventeen millions of people living then in that noblest city of America. Nobody thought anything about the news. It was only a small thing. There had been only a few deaths. It seemed, though, that they had died very quickly, and that one of the first signs of the disease was the turning red of the face and all the body. Within twenty-four hours came the report of the first case in Chicago. And on the same day, it was made public that London, the greatest city in the world, next to Chicago, had been secretly fighting the plague for two weeks and censoring the news despatches—that is, not permitting the word to go forth to the rest of the world that London had the plague. [left-side]

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Google Glass apps: everything you can do right now

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ojAPN40bwde_OczI9bTqUqMm3eKdWgIy7SQajJ6fMdrBVBGpJdJcSBrcaG6ffKdLg8-Iz-tyG6TWMqGTOYn4ftQ0hOCFGxopwHu_YBWZTuQN9gT7eR1wT3q1sp-83hhYgFFCBWDOurM/s1600/google-glass-700x357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ojAPN40bwde_OczI9bTqUqMm3eKdWgIy7SQajJ6fMdrBVBGpJdJcSBrcaG6ffKdLg8-Iz-tyG6TWMqGTOYn4ftQ0hOCFGxopwHu_YBWZTuQN9gT7eR1wT3q1sp-83hhYgFFCBWDOurM/s1600/google-glass-700x357.jpg" /></a></div> The storm burst upon us six years ago now. As Mars approached opposition, Lavelle of Java set the wires of the astronomical exchange palpitating with the amazing intelligence of a huge outbreak of incandescent gas upon the planet. It had occurred towards midnight of the twelfth; and the spectroscope, to which he had at once resorted, indicated a mass of flaming gas, chiefly hydrogen, moving with an enormous velocity towards this earth. This jet of fire had become invisible about a quarter past twelve. He compared it to a colossal puff of flame suddenly and violently squirted out of the planet, "as flaming gases rushed out of a gun." In spite of all that has happened since, I still remember that vigil very distinctly: the black and silent observatory, the shadowed lantern throwing a feeble glow upon the floor in the corner, the steady ticking of the clockwork of the telescope, the little slit in the roof--an oblong profundity with the stardust streaked across it. Ogilvy moved about, invisible but audible. Looking through the telescope, one saw a circle of deep blue and the little round planet swimming in the field. It seemed such a little thing, so bright and small and still, faintly marked with transverse stripes, and slightly flattened from the perfect round. But so little it was, so silvery warm--a pin's-head of light! It was as if it quivered, but really this was the telescope vibrating with the activity of the clockwork that kept the planet in view. As I watched, the planet seemed to grow larger and smaller and to advance and recede, but that was simply that my eye was tired. Forty millions of miles it was from us--more than forty millions of miles of void. Few people realise the immensity of vacancy in which the dust of the material universe swims. Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space. You know how that blackness looks on a frosty starlight night. In a telescope it seems far profounder. And invisible to me because it was so remote and small, flying swiftly and steadily towards me across that incredible distance, drawing nearer every minute by so many thousands of miles, came the Thing they were sending us, the Thing that was to bring so much struggle and calamity and death to the earth. I never dreamed of it then as I watched; no one on earth dreamed of that unerring missile. That night, too, there was another jetting out of gas from the distant planet. I saw it. A reddish flash at the edge, the slightest projection of the outline just as the chronometer struck midnight; and at that I told Ogilvy and he took my place. The night was warm and I was thirsty, and I went stretching my legs clumsily and feeling my way in the darkness, to the little table where the siphon stood, while Ogilvy exclaimed at the streamer of gas that came out towards us. That night another invisible missile started on its way to the earth from Mars, just a second or so under twenty-four hours after the first one. I remember how I sat on the table there in the blackness, with patches of green and crimson swimming before my eyes. I wished I had a light to smoke by, little suspecting the meaning of the minute gleam I had seen and all that it would presently bring me. Ogilvy watched till one, and then gave it up; and we lit the lantern and walked over to his house. Down below in the darkness were Ottershaw and Chertsey and all their hundreds of people, sleeping in peace. <blockquote>"An' you ain't never seen bad luck," Edwin concluded triumphantly. "You're just as bad as Granser and his germs. You believe in what you don't see. Go on, Granser."</blockquote>He was full of speculation that night about the condition of Mars, and scoffed at the vulgar idea of its having inhabitants who were signalling us. His idea was that meteorites might be falling in a heavy shower upon the planet, or that a huge volcanic explosion was in progress. He pointed out to me how unlikely it was that organic evolution had taken the same direction in the two adjacent planets. "The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one," he said. Hundreds of observers saw the flame that night and the night after about midnight, and again the night after; and so for ten nights, a flame each night. Why the shots ceased after the tenth no one on earth has attempted to explain. It may be the gases of the firing caused the Martians inconvenience. Dense clouds of smoke or dust, visible through a powerful telescope on earth as little grey, fluctuating patches, spread through the clearness of the planet's atmosphere and obscured its more familiar features.

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Portland is known as one of the most bicycle friendly cities

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3ta9tyrCpdK2k81tR10hxTSUN31qvjkRirCS7u5A3Ndx94KLrRcn-PUQPrcKtEhW1BjqIjYE-avmoogcna7PE2FYhYm2XM-YiS6UeAkrJfroOU40qXK0D-ZKCMIq40ZX91S4ZnIjlBE/s1600/people4-700x357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ3ta9tyrCpdK2k81tR10hxTSUN31qvjkRirCS7u5A3Ndx94KLrRcn-PUQPrcKtEhW1BjqIjYE-avmoogcna7PE2FYhYm2XM-YiS6UeAkrJfroOU40qXK0D-ZKCMIq40ZX91S4ZnIjlBE/s1600/people4-700x357.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>But to my astonishment I discovered that with death staring him in the face Abner Perry was transformed into a new being. From his lips there flowed—not prayer—but a clear and limpid stream of undiluted profanity, and it was all directed at that quietly stubborn piece of unyielding mechanism. "I should think, Perry," I chided, "that a man of your professed religiousness would rather be at his prayers than cursing in the presence of imminent death." "Death!" he cried. "Death is it that appalls you? That is nothing by comparison with the loss the world must suffer. Why, David within this iron cylinder we have demonstrated possibilities that science has scarce dreamed. We have harnessed a new principle, and with it animated a piece of steel with the power of ten thousand men. That two lives will be snuffed out is nothing to the world calamity that entombs in the bowels of the earth the discoveries that I have made and proved in the successful construction of the thing that is now carrying us farther and farther toward the eternal central fires." I am frank to admit that for myself I was much more concerned with our own immediate future than with any problematic loss which the world might be about to suffer. The world was at least ignorant of its bereavement, while to me it was a real and terrible actuality. "What can we do?" I asked, hiding my perturbation beneath the mask of a low and level voice. "We may stop here, and die of asphyxiation when our atmosphere tanks are empty," replied Perry, "or we may continue on with the slight hope that we may later sufficiently deflect the prospector from the vertical to carry us along the arc of a great circle which must eventually return us to the surface. If we succeed in so doing before we reach the higher internal temperature we may even yet survive. There would seem to me to be about one chance in several million that we shall succeed—otherwise we shall die more quickly but no more surely than as though we sat supinely waiting for the torture of a slow and horrible death." I glanced at the thermometer. It registered 110 degrees. While we were talking the mighty iron mole had bored its way over a mile into the rock of the earth's crust. <blockquote class="tr_bq">"Let us continue on, then," I replied. "It should soon be over at this rate. You never intimated that the speed of this thing would be so high, Perry. Didn't you know it?"</blockquote> "No," he answered. "I could not figure the speed exactly, for I had no instrument for measuring the mighty power of my generator. I reasoned, however, that we should make about five hundred yards an hour."

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The Celtics delivered a nice pack

I found myself lying prone upon a bed of yellowish, mosslike vegetation which stretched around me in all directions for interminable miles. I seemed to be lying in a deep, circular basin, along the outer verge of which I could distinguish the irregularities of low hills. <div class="glpost"><img alt="other fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQUcK_vt0X8cEADqzrAkW9UjeauU_p4SFgED512R0l5agQFlB5_t5EWAHdJhXlVRKPwBn277z959OAQOAMp0i1gegk_EHl_idlcjJjUvvBw_MVuo0mckMGU1BaAihuIDSPSqmgp0MmGo/s300/fashion3-326x235.jpg"> <img alt="Interior" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cEytgMqQ6EGbubJCr2MhRDwRxFJ-6VwT60G37uKsey2MOOPz8m4otFRG4iPp4Gc0hhPoeNL4jO2SqmJ6J5uaybaQuDNEJspPNWX7S_IlyR3lC89vMMV6vNXxw4C7aGlSe3CtOe-_Fgs/s300/4878276416_647837094f_b-702x336.jpg"> <img alt="Wedding" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0R19JeD3LA0CaWmNQsilDEMhP-_f3ZMn4yy0F7e96E-gL9wIcXj3p9VSdsgVnBWwOpb4AQTB1KvNJx4uuVb-OuTXRWbMtz1ROqRZOR3EjeJiiI6E_14DXGfxeq7l2LJ7OCVBMVhyEu24/s300/blog-511-700x466.jpg"> <img alt="fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHKyoJUJkyU3bDRG-CMJUoXw5hfn0fbOwTe3ZcEkekeBCx0NBug1vnM6JwgSeNEW9VRE86q8w2Eb6YoIwDqTuAeyfwUpL_3FjiE-hHLkOOk_rJvsaQE_RiA_aw8vI4Ql2qK6OtxNE0cu4/s300/fashion4-700x357.jpg"> <img alt="flower" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3n6NaJqmN2zULjdWss29HdrktPbh3513U6GX06n5F0y6SrPGEr9HaJmSA_Nr4nFFIfOTJvUnbc0Yi7p20Lg9BHtgNG745KuKYqRwpAm7pBfURxmxvqai1brZ_cFJ2SQ0yUSRHNFWTtWU/s300/cape-cod-wedding-pink-hydreanga-aisle-runners-700x458.jpg"> <img alt="cars" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Nzzpq_KxLOvi3ciLfQb5_dTuUT9fLjqmpJ3hoxEzataxjOaeDeOKFxvSRdYcElEOd9eTRzY5PXBEVA39HqAWxOSGerWSXcHZPZzG6RC15TGyGTwaEYotd4Bf0qaGjnPR8mwh2Ys7PPg/s300/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg"></div>It was midday, the sun was shining full upon me and the heat of it was rather intense upon my naked body, yet no greater than would have been true under similar conditions on an Arizona desert. Here and there were slight outcroppings of quartz-bearing rock which glistened in the sunlight; and a little to my left, perhaps a hundred yards, appeared a low, walled enclosure about four feet in height. No water, and no other vegetation than the moss was in evidence, and as I was somewhat thirsty I determined to do a little exploring. Springing to my feet I received my first Martian surprise, for the effort, which on Earth would have brought me standing upright, carried me into the Martian air to the height of about three yards. I alighted softly upon the ground, however, without appreciable shock or jar. Now commenced a series of evolutions which even then seemed ludicrous in the extreme. I found that I must learn to walk all over again, as the muscular exertion which carried me easily and safely upon Earth played strange antics with me upon Mars. Instead of progressing in a sane and dignified manner, my attempts to walk resulted in a variety of hops which took me clear of the ground a couple of feet at each step and landed me sprawling upon my face or back at the end of each second or third hop. My muscles, perfectly attuned and accustomed to the force of gravity on Earth, played the mischief with me in attempting for the first time to cope with the lesser gravitation and lower air pressure on Mars. I was determined, however, to explore the low structure which was the only evidence of habitation in sight, and so I hit upon the unique plan of reverting to first principles in locomotion, creeping. I did fairly well at this and in a few moments had reached the low, encircling wall of the enclosure. <blockquote class="tr_bq">There appeared to be no doors or windows upon the side nearest me, but as the wall was but about four feet high I cautiously gained my feet and peered over the top upon the strangest sight it had ever been given me to see.</blockquote> The roof of the enclosure was of solid glass about four or five inches in thickness, and beneath this were several hundred large eggs, perfectly round and snowy white. The eggs were nearly uniform in size being about two and one-half feet in diameter. Five or six had already hatched and the grotesque caricatures which sat blinking in the sunlight were enough to cause me to doubt my sanity. They seemed mostly head, with little scrawny bodies, long necks and six legs, or, as I afterward learned, two legs and two arms, with an intermediary pair of limbs which could be used at will either as arms or legs. Their eyes were set at the extreme sides of their heads a trifle above the center and protruded in such a manner that they could be directed either forward or back and also independently of each other, thus permitting this queer animal to look in any direction, or in two directions at once, without the necessity of turning the head. The ears, which were slightly above the eyes and closer together, were small, cup-shaped antennae, protruding not more than an inch on these young specimens. Their noses were but longitudinal slits in the center of their faces, midway between their mouths and ears. There was no hair on their bodies, which were of a very light yellowish-green color. In the adults, as I was to learn quite soon, this color deepens to an olive green and is darker in the male than in the female. Further, the heads of the adults are not so out of proportion to their bodies as in the case of the young.

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Serenity at the Beaches of West Coast

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik03w6FSbskfHNNXvXV6b_CsxqkP80Ilp-2u_8DDUPZUEmzfzVfRX6umhLLc2_oagO83ckzhZdAD3Tgu3BQTdG0y9nfkGGLl6YDKXTWFFY88hNAFMAMGU1NxshYEXMqBJYbKWHkox8zRk/s1600/10458099546_9d99738df5_h-1078x516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik03w6FSbskfHNNXvXV6b_CsxqkP80Ilp-2u_8DDUPZUEmzfzVfRX6umhLLc2_oagO83ckzhZdAD3Tgu3BQTdG0y9nfkGGLl6YDKXTWFFY88hNAFMAMGU1NxshYEXMqBJYbKWHkox8zRk/s1600/10458099546_9d99738df5_h-1078x516.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> Fix emerged from his cabin and went on deck. Passepartout was promenading up and down in the forward part of the steamer. The detective rushed forward with every appearance of extreme surprise, and exclaimed, "You here, on the Rangoon?" "What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board?" returned the really astonished Passepartout, recognising his crony of the Mongolia. "Why, I left you at Bombay, and here you are, on the way to Hong Kong! Are you going round the world too?" <blockquote class="tr_bq">"No, no," replied Fix; "I shall stop at Hong Kong—at least for some days."</blockquote> "Hum!" said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant perplexed. "But how is it I have not seen you on board since we left Calcutta?" "Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness—I've been staying in my berth. The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. Fogg?" "As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time! But, Monsieur Fix, you don't know that we have a young lady with us." "A young lady?" replied the detective, not seeming to comprehend what was said. Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda's history, the affair at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for two thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest, and sentence of the Calcutta court, and the restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to liberty on bail. Fix, who was familiar with the last events, seemed to be equally ignorant of all that Passepartout related; and the later was charmed to find so interested a listener. "But does your master propose to carry this young woman to Europe?" "Not at all. We are simply going to place her under the protection of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong Kong."

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Weddings from The Knot and The Nest

The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings. Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship. <div class="glpost"><img alt="Wedding" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0R19JeD3LA0CaWmNQsilDEMhP-_f3ZMn4yy0F7e96E-gL9wIcXj3p9VSdsgVnBWwOpb4AQTB1KvNJx4uuVb-OuTXRWbMtz1ROqRZOR3EjeJiiI6E_14DXGfxeq7l2LJ7OCVBMVhyEu24/s300/blog-511-700x466.jpg"/><img alt="Interior" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cEytgMqQ6EGbubJCr2MhRDwRxFJ-6VwT60G37uKsey2MOOPz8m4otFRG4iPp4Gc0hhPoeNL4jO2SqmJ6J5uaybaQuDNEJspPNWX7S_IlyR3lC89vMMV6vNXxw4C7aGlSe3CtOe-_Fgs/s300/4878276416_647837094f_b-702x336.jpg"/> <img alt="fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHKyoJUJkyU3bDRG-CMJUoXw5hfn0fbOwTe3ZcEkekeBCx0NBug1vnM6JwgSeNEW9VRE86q8w2Eb6YoIwDqTuAeyfwUpL_3FjiE-hHLkOOk_rJvsaQE_RiA_aw8vI4Ql2qK6OtxNE0cu4/s300/fashion4-700x357.jpg"/><img alt="flower" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3n6NaJqmN2zULjdWss29HdrktPbh3513U6GX06n5F0y6SrPGEr9HaJmSA_Nr4nFFIfOTJvUnbc0Yi7p20Lg9BHtgNG745KuKYqRwpAm7pBfURxmxvqai1brZ_cFJ2SQ0yUSRHNFWTtWU/s300/cape-cod-wedding-pink-hydreanga-aisle-runners-700x458.jpg"/><img alt="other fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQUcK_vt0X8cEADqzrAkW9UjeauU_p4SFgED512R0l5agQFlB5_t5EWAHdJhXlVRKPwBn277z959OAQOAMp0i1gegk_EHl_idlcjJjUvvBw_MVuo0mckMGU1BaAihuIDSPSqmgp0MmGo/s300/fashion3-326x235.jpg"/><img alt="cars" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Nzzpq_KxLOvi3ciLfQb5_dTuUT9fLjqmpJ3hoxEzataxjOaeDeOKFxvSRdYcElEOd9eTRzY5PXBEVA39HqAWxOSGerWSXcHZPZzG6RC15TGyGTwaEYotd4Bf0qaGjnPR8mwh2Ys7PPg/s300/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg"/></div>Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent. Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal. His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it. It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.

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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJxer0p0aVSPHTl54wRfJrHYmmrBxm6silz1XAg5IdP6oPuXdFUHgmhuMno5gSaHcfFglAZZD27Qg_EpKey29tqJ3u4WRoHT39T2hQl3KlvvUIKATIBUo-MHxepuvboQ6quPBhgYR1JA/s1600/fashion2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJxer0p0aVSPHTl54wRfJrHYmmrBxm6silz1XAg5IdP6oPuXdFUHgmhuMno5gSaHcfFglAZZD27Qg_EpKey29tqJ3u4WRoHT39T2hQl3KlvvUIKATIBUo-MHxepuvboQ6quPBhgYR1JA/s1600/fashion2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> I wondered why these agile creatures required connecting bridges between the trees, but later when I saw the motley aggregation of half-savage beasts which they kept within their village I realized the necessity for the pathways. There were a number of the same vicious wolf-dogs which we had left worrying the dyryth, and many goatlike animals whose distended udders explained the reasons for their presence. My guard halted before one of the huts into which I was pushed; then two of the creatures squatted down before the entrance—to prevent my escape, doubtless. Though where I should have escaped to I certainly had not the remotest conception. I had no more than entered the dark shadows of the interior than there fell upon my ears the tones of a familiar voice, in prayer. <blockquote class="tr_bq">"Perry!" I cried. "Dear old Perry! Thank the Lord you are safe."</blockquote> "David! Can it be possible that you escaped?" And the old man stumbled toward me and threw his arms about me. He had seen me fall before the dyryth, and then he had been seized by a number of the ape-creatures and borne through the tree tops to their village. His captors had been as inquisitive as to his strange clothing as had mine, with the same result. As we looked at each other we could not help but laugh. "With a tail, David," remarked Perry, "you would make a very handsome ape." "Maybe we can borrow a couple," I rejoined. "They seem to be quite the thing this season. I wonder what the creatures intend doing with us, Perry. They don't seem really savage. What do you suppose they can be? You were about to tell me where we are when that great hairy frigate bore down upon us—have you really any idea at all?" "Yes, David," he replied, "I know precisely where we are. We have made a magnificent discovery, my boy! We have proved that the earth is hollow. We have passed entirely through its crust to the inner world." "Perry, you are mad!" "Not at all, David. For two hundred and fifty miles our prospector bore us through the crust beneath our outer world. At that point it reached the center of gravity of the five-hundred-mile-thick crust. Up to that point we had been descending—direction is, of course, merely relative. Then at the moment that our seats revolved—the thing that made you believe that we had turned about and were speeding upward—we passed the center of gravity and, though we did not alter the direction of our progress, yet we were in reality moving upward—toward the surface of the inner world. Does not the strange fauna and flora which we have seen convince you that you are not in the world of your birth? And the horizon—could it present the strange aspects which we both noted unless we were indeed standing upon the inside surface of a sphere?"

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