tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83108577753518849132024-03-04T20:26:09.350-08:00lifeasitrollslifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-54116770748422124152012-04-26T07:23:00.004-07:002012-04-26T07:23:50.379-07:00the real love<!--StartFragment-->
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After a very long time did I find a book that was not only
interesting and aspiring but heart wrenching and overwhelming. Every Muslim
girl can relate to it and maybe others too. Not only did it encourage me but
also it gave me hope, courage and the spirit to look at life positively. The
book made me understand my religion and made me question so many things that
have become a part of our culture that truly against the religion. </div>
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I want to quote some of my favourite part from the book:</div>
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“ <i>It seemed to me that the answer was that women had been
forced to redefine themselves through the opportunities and experiences they
had lived through. Femininity had changed and been updated by the challenges we
had faced, and the outcome was stronger and more centered women. What appeared
to be missing was the challenge to men to trigger them to update their own
notions of masculinity. Instead of rising to the challenge, some of them now
felt at worst threatened by the lively, energetic woman who wanted a proactive
spiritual and material life, or at best uninterested them.</i></div>
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<i>What we needed was a collective reassessment of what it
meant to be a man and what it meant to be a woman, a new gender reconstruction
going back to the very roots of Islam, where men and women were partners and
companions rather than disjointed and dysfunctional. After all, as the Quran
said, men and women were created in pairs. The gender constructs that we needed
to operate as a fully functioning society-and that was within my own small
community, as well as in wider society-had become blurred, or even lost and
that meant we had lost the ability to love each other for who we were.</i> “</div>
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Another excerpt that touched my heart was: </div>
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“ <i>You had to be sexy in the public domain to be accepted. If
you were interested in love. Then it had to be a beautiful, glamorous sexy kind
of love. That was difficult to reconcile as a practicing Muslim woman wearing
hijab. That is also why a muslim woman talking about love is such an
incongruous idea. It jars with our notion that love is only romance or love
only means sexuality. ‘ sexiness’ in public is fundamentally opposed to hijab
and the headscarf because the headscarf is about being sexy only in private.
Being sexy was definitely an essential part of being a woman, but it is part of
her mystique, to be retained in her control to reveal as part of the
companionship and journey of love for a partner. For me, love for a companion
was not a shared public experience and neither was sexuality. Like other muslim
women, I was interested in love but not the kind that forced me to define love
only and exclusively as being sexy. My mission was to understand love in all
its facets and to define it on my own terms. “</i></div>
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some of the parts were so beautifully constructed they made
my heart wrench. Here are educated, liberal and religious women who are looking
for a similar man who believes in their beliefs and trusts them. A man who is
not threatened by their intellect but is rather respectful and proud. The wives
of prophet Mohammad (pbuh) were intelligent, independent and impressive women.
Hazrat Aisha is remembered as someone with a very high intellect who helped
spread islam to a great deal. The relationship between a wife and a husband is
one of trust, understanding and mutual agreement. Then why are the men of today
so different? Why do they not respect and accept a modern chaste woman, why are
they so bent on dominating rather than sharing. Why are they so involved in
talking that they forget to listen? Just because a woman is educated or career
oriented does not mean she has to be trapped at home after marriage. Or even if
they want their wives to obey, why cant they first gain their trust in order to
convince them? </div>
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There are questions that many women of today ask and are
either hushed or ignored. Should we lower our standards simply because men will
not rise to the occasion or simply because we are women. </div>
<span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Cambria; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Our parents did not send us
for higher education just to be told to do the opposite of what we have been
taught. They sent us so we could enlighten ourselves, gain and share
experiences that we wouldn’t otherwise. We were taught to be respectful and
polite towards others choices and decisions. We were told to not judge a book
by its cover. We were groomed, cultured and polished into becoming wise women. We
were advised to study the lives of the great women in islam and how they
preached what they taught. We were instructed to correct ourselves rather than pointing
fingers at others. All these mannerisms were instilled for us to become better
women, wives and later mothers. So we could raise our children to be better
daughters and sons in the future</span><!--EndFragment-->lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-64494768595698166162012-04-03T09:52:00.004-07:002012-04-03T10:00:09.705-07:00these made me laugh<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghX1L7gxHsMZMzCFCELrtibVXTHpBN0UGLqAINyYN08egt1SzPrwYfV6hLTRV0QlVVyJdOlohCKoBaiMHFgC-84y5FDQHaLNufb96fLJQ_nBumHMx1JxYO4VhZ03AHN9PPxhIWZB60Swk/s1600/3265024_P_Muslim-Jogging-Team.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghX1L7gxHsMZMzCFCELrtibVXTHpBN0UGLqAINyYN08egt1SzPrwYfV6hLTRV0QlVVyJdOlohCKoBaiMHFgC-84y5FDQHaLNufb96fLJQ_nBumHMx1JxYO4VhZ03AHN9PPxhIWZB60Swk/s400/3265024_P_Muslim-Jogging-Team.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727220217260885794" /></a> muslim jogging team<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2arUwKlKKZKo0tESlWVtGDB5mymxCs3ep9KAaigWQNAhTL9OSx5e-ceU6mlvGxbBAejsN9STmwf8yq_b_khSyzWqYtjfcbSKf7CfK9dxB9sZQz_Dk16kips8RXrME7bM_lCN570fQfM/s1600/rron183l.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2arUwKlKKZKo0tESlWVtGDB5mymxCs3ep9KAaigWQNAhTL9OSx5e-ceU6mlvGxbBAejsN9STmwf8yq_b_khSyzWqYtjfcbSKf7CfK9dxB9sZQz_Dk16kips8RXrME7bM_lCN570fQfM/s400/rron183l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727219917255167202" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSvW4f9m0l57-ygrb1WYwKDo0dK2aJ9lMB3a6QmsSZYhjc10UJay2sUNbo2digoNqoMEYKQgKuZzl2P3m_8azrwnHTe7DpKgO4GNP1NfCOceF7vul2TkblcFMzX_uwGBgoCdvJ9JzdjA/s1600/bad_hijab_day_by_tuffix-d3903q2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSvW4f9m0l57-ygrb1WYwKDo0dK2aJ9lMB3a6QmsSZYhjc10UJay2sUNbo2digoNqoMEYKQgKuZzl2P3m_8azrwnHTe7DpKgO4GNP1NfCOceF7vul2TkblcFMzX_uwGBgoCdvJ9JzdjA/s400/bad_hijab_day_by_tuffix-d3903q2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727219571441697330" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSvW4f9m0l57-ygrb1WYwKDo0dK2aJ9lMB3a6QmsSZYhjc10UJay2sUNbo2digoNqoMEYKQgKuZzl2P3m_8azrwnHTe7DpKgO4GNP1NfCOceF7vul2TkblcFMzX_uwGBgoCdvJ9JzdjA/s1600/bad_hijab_day_by_tuffix-d3903q2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "> </span></span></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSvW4f9m0l57-ygrb1WYwKDo0dK2aJ9lMB3a6QmsSZYhjc10UJay2sUNbo2digoNqoMEYKQgKuZzl2P3m_8azrwnHTe7DpKgO4GNP1NfCOceF7vul2TkblcFMzX_uwGBgoCdvJ9JzdjA/s1600/bad_hijab_day_by_tuffix-d3903q2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"> </a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSvW4f9m0l57-ygrb1WYwKDo0dK2aJ9lMB3a6QmsSZYhjc10UJay2sUNbo2digoNqoMEYKQgKuZzl2P3m_8azrwnHTe7DpKgO4GNP1NfCOceF7vul2TkblcFMzX_uwGBgoCdvJ9JzdjA/s1600/bad_hijab_day_by_tuffix-d3903q2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}">bad hijab day</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEOWLkHRcm3vqPW3HH1X052c43FsXBPQz1D9PpsBUt9PV1U3oNUQV-K-y0HTc3cRnWvKWOJOoaLWuPVudtelSPJq-SdgwpcfKOVqA_1AcztAh2LUWLK1PhvtRRBBTrv6mPp4223rYTBu8/s1600/3596575_P_People-at-the-Movies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEOWLkHRcm3vqPW3HH1X052c43FsXBPQz1D9PpsBUt9PV1U3oNUQV-K-y0HTc3cRnWvKWOJOoaLWuPVudtelSPJq-SdgwpcfKOVqA_1AcztAh2LUWLK1PhvtRRBBTrv6mPp4223rYTBu8/s400/3596575_P_People-at-the-Movies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727218486725089682" /></a> people at the movies! </div>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-21531901128529961652012-03-28T05:38:00.004-07:002012-03-28T05:44:24.967-07:00GO GIRL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6kuyAHCMcF59Fx3KzdE5bEaNNVvVMzIHhqXGH79jWADgEkzmH5YeiFUWuxEbzl-0EAMNscjuwc0p0LPBSPl3j6lF72khyPPv-GntR35I3JJDfNj-63c4PsQWMup1Aq9gEeItbth1OOs/s1600/spring-nail-polish-trends-colors-2012.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6kuyAHCMcF59Fx3KzdE5bEaNNVvVMzIHhqXGH79jWADgEkzmH5YeiFUWuxEbzl-0EAMNscjuwc0p0LPBSPl3j6lF72khyPPv-GntR35I3JJDfNj-63c4PsQWMup1Aq9gEeItbth1OOs/s400/spring-nail-polish-trends-colors-2012.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724926599816131330" /></a>these are the lovely colours that are in for this season. arnt these pretty? after 26 years of being a woman, i think i have finally come home. in the past few months, i have bought make up, started using nail polish and gone for beauty treatments. it sounds strange even when i say it to myself. i have always been the kind of woman who would just glance once at a mirror before leaving the house and wouldnt pay much attention. its much different now. after years and years of simplicity, i have started enjoying being a woman and doing these feminine things!lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-35875503046516490002012-02-27T21:37:00.000-08:002012-02-27T21:38:20.060-08:00truly blissful<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0brTYyCPTxwUIQ8r07AHtX4lOml3jHstajgcB81APgvGaqJG2eJ6YfKQrMLahSYFb8QyJuxkMaZ4sUBRfDdIGFCb4jdNxEFz_B1hVHssnpiYP2qKXJQbb4AjAeagltqY2VlM-2uaoVx0/s1600/cin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0brTYyCPTxwUIQ8r07AHtX4lOml3jHstajgcB81APgvGaqJG2eJ6YfKQrMLahSYFb8QyJuxkMaZ4sUBRfDdIGFCb4jdNxEFz_B1hVHssnpiYP2qKXJQbb4AjAeagltqY2VlM-2uaoVx0/s400/cin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714056629756465378" /></a>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-39205651979889997342012-02-08T21:34:00.003-08:002012-02-08T21:38:25.989-08:00AT WORK TODAYcolleague 1: hey, listen i saw your husband yesterday when he came to pick up your kids and i understand..<div>colleague2: huh?</div><div>colleague1: listen, i totally understand you. you dont have to be embarrassed! </div><div>colleague2: but i seriously, dont understand what youre saying.</div><div>colleague 1: honey, after looking at him, i know .... i am not going to say anything but i know and i feel you..</div><div>colleague 2: ??????????....????????????????</div>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-80204977088969602322012-01-25T04:19:00.000-08:002012-01-25T04:22:22.685-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3E-ZIW2CjHnHNqLKelxesarDNm7wIjNwW4IYDmTqRsUaYMlDfWQgkFir4lNzRcB9O5jNNRcfZeWsP_wIItExNqabeLgkaHAwsMutGK2RYZzUIj-XQSSj62kvk55Y_ErFJaABSaVarQ8/s1600/type.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3E-ZIW2CjHnHNqLKelxesarDNm7wIjNwW4IYDmTqRsUaYMlDfWQgkFir4lNzRcB9O5jNNRcfZeWsP_wIItExNqabeLgkaHAwsMutGK2RYZzUIj-XQSSj62kvk55Y_ErFJaABSaVarQ8/s400/type.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701543483729909170" /></a>can you read this? isnt this typography cool? one of those mind tricks. <div>ps: squint your eyes and you'll be able to read!</div>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-73988137985244653412011-12-15T00:43:00.001-08:002011-12-15T00:43:23.248-08:00old old old<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">The recent change in weather has taken a toll on my mood and I find myself in a good mood these days. The wind is chilly where I work and just a thin sweater is not enough to keep oneself warm, so I am thinking of getting in the mood to really dress up for it, coats and scarf’s here I come.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Anyway, nostalgia or simply a change of atmosphere, I have been thinking of my nani and watching all her favourite plays. Ashfaq ahmed was her beloved author and I have been watching his dramas recently. From aik mohabbat sau afsanay to his long plays, wrapped warmly in my comforter, headset in my ears and a chocolate or coke as company, I am mesmerized for hours. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">For a few hours, I am transformed into a world that seems almost unreal today. A world that tells you the real meaning of love. Love that is neither selfish nor overbearing, or demanding. It is love. Plain, old simple love that you have for another person. It does not suffocate, hallucinate or deviate. It is there as a reminder for you to live each day with what you have. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">As a child, my nani used to make me watch all these dramas with her. Stupid or rather naive that I was in 7<sup>th</sup> or 8<sup>th</sup> grade, I used to watch with confused eyes. Perplexed emotions and an indifferent attitude was all I used to feel back then. Later, my nani used to explain these things to me. She tried to tell me about life in her own way and through ashfaq ahmed’s words. She tried to warn me about bad men, failed marriages and ungrateful children. She herself led an extremely happy and successful marriage for a short time only, but it was worth it she said. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">‘ I loved my husband’, she used to say.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">‘but he died and so young!’</p> <p class="MsoNormal">‘so what, the years that I lived with him were one of the best ones of my life. my husband was my friend, my confidant and of course, he spoilt me like crazy but all those years were worth it’. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes, when I am watching these plays, I can almost feel her presence. I feel like she’s somewhere nearby and it’s the most comforting thing in the world. </p> <!--EndFragment-->lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-91936809397905654342011-12-14T07:16:00.001-08:002011-12-14T07:16:34.712-08:008 things i hate about matchmakers<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">1.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Silly, inappropriate matches. Since you went to the same kindergarten and both love the colour purple, it is obvious that you two should get married.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">2.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>They are everywhere. Whether you are shopping at Agha’s supermarket, getting your hair cut or doing yoga, aunty shireen will always spot you. </p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">3.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>It’s a flourishing business. Thousands of rupees will be charged before the wedding (if any) and a heftier amount after.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">4.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Outrageous lies. They will always tell you that the guy is from the moon and has no flaws while the girl is a local ashwarya rai. </p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">5.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>From the day you reached puberty till the day you are hitched, aunty qudsia and sanober will have memorized your age, height and cv.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">6.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Internships are available. Some of them have offices and staff as large as your kitchen crew.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">7.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>The excitement. Baji Noor will rush to your house at the prospect of a single man or woman and assure you that their match will be found in no time. </p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">8.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>It is easier for them to find a man than for you to find a blood donor! </p> <!--EndFragment-->lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-84898820518544682602011-12-10T06:17:00.000-08:002011-12-10T06:18:24.551-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Droid Sans', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(119, 119, 119); line-height: 19px; ">“You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control.” eat pray love</span>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-33428453891406810102011-12-06T05:42:00.001-08:002011-12-06T06:58:50.694-08:00inspire...on<div>some things inspire you to renovate your room!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtG0bGJK-vKIo8jkMfhB8fO77tw-D6cM9dEwt3tdBdHBeyqTH8QR_OW44GovxjWX4gRMCpxJc90YdrPmTVLt4Y1wnnbHRAkCnRsjutT0y2_rVNaZtlxazBMsfMWDhvozp7ppBQ8da36IQ/s1600/domino+family+photos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtG0bGJK-vKIo8jkMfhB8fO77tw-D6cM9dEwt3tdBdHBeyqTH8QR_OW44GovxjWX4gRMCpxJc90YdrPmTVLt4Y1wnnbHRAkCnRsjutT0y2_rVNaZtlxazBMsfMWDhvozp7ppBQ8da36IQ/s400/domino+family+photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683029339008950850" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkyNHxzKRD6aGm7TJzY-I_l9oUzsmOxWjAZIZyvZAIjdJJCzrw4WDfK457N0BUAhVSG0WqOs1v6a16J5TV4FgZdf0Sgn6YfE3uxUzZjpvf60M7ARfplFQ-6Y_VFccJYoYcxnIWlJXc1Y/s1600/6a011168d94e12970c01157029d41f970c-800wi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkyNHxzKRD6aGm7TJzY-I_l9oUzsmOxWjAZIZyvZAIjdJJCzrw4WDfK457N0BUAhVSG0WqOs1v6a16J5TV4FgZdf0Sgn6YfE3uxUzZjpvf60M7ARfplFQ-6Y_VFccJYoYcxnIWlJXc1Y/s400/6a011168d94e12970c01157029d41f970c-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683012431237107282" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOg_t5lGJenkfQcOhKDhuv3Ptk7LxNXW4SKEUPonCfEJ0frEeVSv6t3rGY40jdN22uvG4Wl6-4sEhznGCFpQQ6YlXRpFd_keNglQk2vBhCajEiQvt_os7M5MVCFnPLIXoeaMnB9oTNg0/s1600/6a00e55472bf788833011570a81ceb970b-500wi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOg_t5lGJenkfQcOhKDhuv3Ptk7LxNXW4SKEUPonCfEJ0frEeVSv6t3rGY40jdN22uvG4Wl6-4sEhznGCFpQQ6YlXRpFd_keNglQk2vBhCajEiQvt_os7M5MVCFnPLIXoeaMnB9oTNg0/s400/6a00e55472bf788833011570a81ceb970b-500wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683010652355693810" /></a>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-44132138081498352832011-12-05T01:54:00.000-08:002011-12-05T01:56:15.823-08:00butterflies, flowers and madness!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnuMUYltXOH61B0JjoWtTkZOlJUKbofwBd7iS05tLrdcFhWpaclv3Z49Sc76bpULiF7huTRBt925323b47jsTgiid-EsbpZLYpaXE3dpMIKpeV8gxXCKSFigu_JQfWT-EEMBxBLwVjEU/s1600/1638160_P_Woman-lying-on-bed-listening.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnuMUYltXOH61B0JjoWtTkZOlJUKbofwBd7iS05tLrdcFhWpaclv3Z49Sc76bpULiF7huTRBt925323b47jsTgiid-EsbpZLYpaXE3dpMIKpeV8gxXCKSFigu_JQfWT-EEMBxBLwVjEU/s400/1638160_P_Woman-lying-on-bed-listening.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682580601614089714" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Am I crazy or emotional? Too practical or simple stupid? Lately I haven’t been able to tell the difference between my thoughts, opinions and mood swings. When you watch movies, you cry in the end because the girl gets the boy or someone dies and it’s so unbelievable that you cry. But you never think these things can happen in real life. You shrug to yourself, thinking ye to film hai yaar, what crap! But when something like that happens to you, you are dumb folded. You think, should I see a therapist, or wait my friends can hear me out or you simply keep things to yourself and pray for the best. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">They say bad decisions make great stories. If Steve jobs said something like this, we would believe him, but our bad decisions just make us guilty and regretful. It’s true that we learn from them and we learn the hard way of not repeating them again for sure. But for the common man, bad decisions certainly don’t make great stories.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A few weeks ago, I was chasing an impossible dream. I was pursuing a challenge that makes me realize was not worth chasing at all from the beginning. Ah life. So I used to cry, whine and think for hours about something that was not worthy of being thought about. Like every silly girl who is in love, I fantasized and dreamt and finally woke out of my slumber. In one moment, I understood what I should have done weeks ago. TO LET GO. Three simple yet majestic words when used in the correct context. When you let go of something or someone, then you don’t have to look back or worry about it. You don’t have to torture yourself about it. You let go because clinging on is simply a waste of time. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I prayed and finally got my answer. I think God wanted me to find out on my own and make a decision myself. It happened and it happened so gracefully that I am surprised at myself. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s hard to forget but I think it’s harder to not forget. So here I am once again, excited for new possibilities! </p> <!--EndFragment-->lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-63686896434708523602011-12-04T05:08:00.000-08:002011-12-04T05:42:15.362-08:00top 5 children's books<div>i loved charlie and chocolate factory as a child. i remember my mouth used to water with the vivid descriptions of the factory's treasures! the movie was such a disappointment. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_SZ4rCpyxZ0iaWoFEynwDSh5x9zYOgV_uamNE_naX1lhr-QszlrXo1COb9_ropHl-X7ICeCTpomROrdTQ9j2TnBq_JsfiOklKE54FSt9yD7LwI0GpMX-Frn3rZg1ork1xBrTD7OnmIE/s1600/charcover10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_SZ4rCpyxZ0iaWoFEynwDSh5x9zYOgV_uamNE_naX1lhr-QszlrXo1COb9_ropHl-X7ICeCTpomROrdTQ9j2TnBq_JsfiOklKE54FSt9yD7LwI0GpMX-Frn3rZg1ork1xBrTD7OnmIE/s400/charcover10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682267416495206994" /></a><br /><div>this book was such an interesting read and i read it again a few weeks back. its amazing how good tutoring can change a child's life!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJrmfbDT6qkE0f-J_0i1T3978b4ujCAyq1upgdovMjSjkNzdd75emjagUkW7gx5VvA_gjwk6qDsgn8dp5Y3bcCR1SQkc84BpKDZMDEgm12RtjRsN3IVbtJkvUbsR6NIN8lp54hCBvIWw/s1600/boy_poster.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSJrmfbDT6qkE0f-J_0i1T3978b4ujCAyq1upgdovMjSjkNzdd75emjagUkW7gx5VvA_gjwk6qDsgn8dp5Y3bcCR1SQkc84BpKDZMDEgm12RtjRsN3IVbtJkvUbsR6NIN8lp54hCBvIWw/s400/boy_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682266977390689986" /></a><br /><div>every girl has read sweet valley, back then life was incomplete without it. it was impossible to put down jessica's adventures and elizbeth's innocence. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNOnqRVoiL8a8YmIGTW-gdmSKgb1ZWz76egi_Vpct9m94JZdpX506_-RImVfzf-8vx5pcRr-Kl5VUjZqfw0W-vRLlrvAHAxtV4TCjTCNoDP52sr19wsMVPC9LlsjK21BmNlKuVhq4aZUM/s1600/sweet_valley_kids_main.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNOnqRVoiL8a8YmIGTW-gdmSKgb1ZWz76egi_Vpct9m94JZdpX506_-RImVfzf-8vx5pcRr-Kl5VUjZqfw0W-vRLlrvAHAxtV4TCjTCNoDP52sr19wsMVPC9LlsjK21BmNlKuVhq4aZUM/s400/sweet_valley_kids_main.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682265651353012546" /></a><br /><div>ever heard of judy blume? she was my favourite author as a child. i have read almost all her books and novels and continue to read them today as well. her understanding of children is so spot on, sometimes you feel shes in your head!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzGPJwKhVHz3e-LqqlJEp10N1nhyphenhyphenfCQ0dYBx8ZufD7dLqFKI6qRnB_Zb0Q2g5eSIlYlrywIlOpoVzgKoNEnetWpf9YQMxxCCJFLftX-eqBtrHcUM_0GI2l9MlVWPvIUamwD6MF73cRBE/s1600/IggiesHouseNEC300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 378px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzGPJwKhVHz3e-LqqlJEp10N1nhyphenhyphenfCQ0dYBx8ZufD7dLqFKI6qRnB_Zb0Q2g5eSIlYlrywIlOpoVzgKoNEnetWpf9YQMxxCCJFLftX-eqBtrHcUM_0GI2l9MlVWPvIUamwD6MF73cRBE/s400/IggiesHouseNEC300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682265113564574322" /></a><br /><div>as a child, i had a huge fascination with archie comics. funnily enough, my mother never discouraged me and read them herself. our family friends used to read them too so we would often exchange our comics with them.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbcvQm3jcO7GfK7ca4PdMwLkUSzD8gZOu4EVENfBEe_3ZgeG_h462keVskykW6qshq9pqfCeYifzBgk0OKyPrWV6SvHAIZTX5cygrcjl1Ii3Viy0v2QscpOsMJNWBztvIlnPLOGhEuiA/s1600/archie-comics.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbcvQm3jcO7GfK7ca4PdMwLkUSzD8gZOu4EVENfBEe_3ZgeG_h462keVskykW6qshq9pqfCeYifzBgk0OKyPrWV6SvHAIZTX5cygrcjl1Ii3Viy0v2QscpOsMJNWBztvIlnPLOGhEuiA/s400/archie-comics.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682264317777696114" /></a>what kind of books did you read as a child? growing up, did you read R.L Stine, christopher pike or were you into classics?lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-88148921820884047872011-12-02T09:02:00.000-08:002011-12-02T09:03:27.000-08:00'love is a fallacy'<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 26px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">i just recently stumbled upon this short story which is an excellent read by max shulman.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Cool was I and logical. Keen, calculating, perspicacious, acute and astute—I was all of these. My brain was as powerful as a dynamo, as precise as a chemist’s scales, as penetrating as a scalpel. And—think of it!—I was only eighteen.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">It is not often that one so young has such a giant intellect. Take for example, Petey Bellows, my roommate at the University of Minnesota. Same age, same background, but dumb as an ox. A nice enough fellow, you understand, but nothing upstairs. Emotional type. Unstable. Impressionable. Worst of all, a faddist. Fads, I submit, are the very negation of reason. To be swept up in every new craze that comes along, to surrender yourself to idiocy just because everybody else is doing it—this, to me, is the acme of mindlessness. Not, however, to Petey.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">One afternoon I found Petey lying on his bed with an expression of such distress on his face that I immediately diagnosed appendicitis. “Don’t move.” I said. “Don’t take a laxative. I’ll get a doctor.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Raccoon,” he mumbled thickly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Raccoon?” I said, pausing in my flight.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I want a raccoon coat,” he wailed.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I perceived that his trouble was not physical, but mental. “Why do you want a raccoon coat?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I should have known it,” he cried, pounding his temples. “I should have known they’d come back when the Charleston came back. Like a fool I spent all my money for textbooks, and now I can’t get a raccoon coat.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Can you mean,” I said incredulously, “that people are actually wearing raccoon coats again?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“All the Big Men on Campus are wearing them. Where have you been?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“In the library,” I said, naming a place not frequented by Big Men on Campus.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">He leaped from the bed and paced the room. “I’ve got to have a raccoon coat,” he said passionately. “I’ve got to!”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Petey, why? Look at it rationally. Raccoon coats are unsanitary. They shed. They smell bad. They weigh too much. They’re unsightly. They—”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“You don’t understand,” he interrupted impatiently. “It’s the thing to do. Don’t you want to be in the swim?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“No,” I said truthfully.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Well, I do,” he declared. “I’d give anything for a raccoon coat. Anything!”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">My brain, that precision instrument, slipped into high gear. “Anything?” I asked, looking at him narrowly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Anything,” he affirmed in ringing tones.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I stroked my chin thoughtfully. It so happened that I knew where to get my hands on a raccoon coat. My father had had one in his undergraduate days; it lay now in a trunk in the attic back home. It also happened that Petey had something I wanted. He didn’t <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">have</em> it exactly, but at least he had first rights on it. I refer to his girl. Polly Espy.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I had long coveted Polly Espy. Let me emphasize that my desire for this young woman was not emotional in nature. She was, to be sure, a girl who excited the emotions, but I was not one to let my heart rule my head. I wanted Polly for a shrewdly calculated, entirely cerebral reason.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I was a freshman in law school. In a few years I would be out in practice. I was well aware of the importance of the right kind of wife in furthering a lawyer’s career. The successful lawyers I had observed were, almost without exception, married to beautiful, gracious, intelligent women. With one omission, Polly fitted these specifications perfectly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Beautiful she was. She was not yet of pin-up proportions, but I felt sure that time would supply the lack. She already had the makings.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Gracious she was. By gracious I mean full of graces. She had an erectness of carriage, an ease of bearing, a poise that clearly indicated the best of breeding. At table her manners were exquisite. I had seen her at the Kozy Kampus Korner eating the specialty of the house—a sandwich that contained scraps of pot roast, gravy chopped nuts, and a dipper of sauerkraut—without even getting her fingers moist.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Intelligent she was not. In fact, she veered in the opposite direction. But I believed that under my guidance she would smarten up. At any rate, it was worth a try. It is, after all, easier to make a beautiful dumb girl smart than to make an ugly smart girl beautiful.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Petey,” I said, “are you in love with Polly Espy?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I think she’s a keen kid,” he replied, “but I don’t know if you’d call it love. Why?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Do you,” I asked, “have any kind of formal arrangement with her? I mean are you going steady or anything like that?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“No. We see each other quite a bit, but we both have other dates. Why?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Is there,” I asked, “any other man for whom she has a particular fondness?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Not that I know of. Why?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I nodded with satisfaction. “In other words, if you were out of the picture, the field would be open. Is that right?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I guess so. What are you getting at?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Nothing, nothing,” I said innocently, and took my suitcase out of the closet.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Where are you going?” asked Petey.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Home for the weekend.” I threw a few things into the bag.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Listen,” he said, clutching my arm eagerly. “While you’re home, you couldn’t get some money from your old man, could you, and lend it to me so I can buy a raccoon coat?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I may do better than that,” I said with a mysterious wink and closed my bag and left.</p><p class="first" style="margin-top: 1.625em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 0px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Look,” I said to Petey when I got back Monday morning. I threw open the suitcase and revealed the huge, hairy, gamy object that my father had worn in his Stutz Bearcat in 1925.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Holy Toledo!” said Petey reverently. He plunged his hands into the raccoon coat and then his face. “Holy Toledo,” he repeated fifteen or twenty times.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Would you like it?” I asked.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Oh yes!” he cried, clutching the greasy pelt to him. Then a canny look came into his eyes. “What do you want for it?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Your girl,” I said, mincing no words.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Polly?” he said in a horrified whisper. “You want Polly?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“That’s right.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">He flung the coat from him. “Never,” he said stoutly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I shrugged. “Okay. If you don’t want to be in the swim, I guess it’s your business.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I sat down in a chair and pretended to read a book, but out of the corner of my eye I kept watching Petey. He was a torn man. First he looked at the coat with the expression of a waif at a baker’s window. Then he turned away and set his jaw resolutely. Then he looked back at the coat, with even more longing in his face. Then he turned away, but with not so much resolution this time. Back and forth his head swiveled, desire waxing, resolution waning. Finally he didn’t turn away at all; he just stood and stared with mad lust at the coat.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“It isn’t as though I was in love with Polly,” he said thickly. “Or going steady or anything like that.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“That’s right,” I murmured.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“What’s Polly to me, or me to Polly?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Not a thing,” said I.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“It’s just been a causal kick—just a few laughs, that’s all.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Try on the coat,” said I.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">He complied. The coat bunched high over his ears and dropped all the way down to his shoe tops. He looked like a mound of dead raccoons. “Fits fine,” he said happily.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I rose from my chair. “Is it a deal?” I asked, extending my hand.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">He swallowed. “It’s a deal,” he said and shook my hand.</p><p class="first" style="margin-top: 1.625em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 0px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I had my first date with Polly the following evening. This was in the nature of a survey; I wanted to find out just how much work I had to do to get her mind up to the standard I required. I took her first to dinner. “Gee, that was a delish dinner,” she said as we left the restaurant. Then I took her to a movie. “Gee, that was a marvy movie,” she said as we left the theater. And then I took her home. “Gee, I had a sensaysh time,” she said as she bade me good night.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I went back to my room with a heavy heart. I had gravely underestimated the size of my task. This girl’s lack of information was terrifying. Nor would it be enough merely to supply her with information. First she had to be taught to <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">think</em>. This loomed as a project of no small dimensions, and at first I was tempted to give her back to Petey. But then I got to thinking about her abundant physical charms and about the way she entered a room and the way she handled a knife and fork, and I decided to make an effort.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I went about it, as in all things, systematically. I gave her a course in logic. It happened that I, as a law student, was taking a course in logic myself, so I had all the facts at my finger tips. “Polly,” I said to her when I picked her up on the next date, “tonight we are going over to the Knoll and talk.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Oo, terrif,” she replied. One thing I will say for this girl: you would go far to find another so agreeable.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">We went to the Knoll, the campus trysting place, and we sat down under an old oak, and she looked at me expectantly. “What are we going to talk about?” she asked.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Logic.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">She thought this over for a minute and decided she liked it. “Magnif,” she said.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Logic,” I said, clearing my throat, “is the science of thinking. Before we can think correctly, we must first learn to recognize the common fallacies of logic. These we will take up tonight.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Wow-dow!” she cried, clapping her hands delightedly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I winced, but went bravely on. “First let us examine the fallacy called Dicto Simpliciter.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“By all means,” she urged, batting her lashes eagerly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Dicto Simpliciter means an argument based on an unqualified generalization. For example: Exercise is good. Therefore everybody should exercise.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I agree” said Polly earnestly. “I mean exercise is wonderful. I mean it builds the body and everything.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Polly,” I said gently, “the argument is a fallacy. <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Exercise is good</em> is an unqualified generalization. For instance, if you have heart disease, exercise is bad, not good. Many people are ordered by their doctors <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">not</em> to exercise. You must <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">qualify</em> the generalization. You must say exercise is <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">usually</em> good, or exercise is good <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">for most people</em>. Otherwise you have committed a Dicto Simpliciter. Do you see?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“No.” she confessed. “But this is marvy. Do more! Do more!”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“It will be better if you stop tugging at my sleeve,” I told her, and when she desisted, I continued. “Next we take up a fallacy called Hasty Generalization. Listen carefully: You can’t speak French. I can’t speak French. Petey Bellows can’t speak French. I must therefore conclude that nobody at the University of Minnesota can speak French.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Really?” said Polly, amazed. “<em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Nobody?</em>”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I hid my exasperation. “Polly, it’s a fallacy. The generalization is reached too hastily. There are too few instances to support such a conclusion.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Know any more fallacies?” she asked breathlessly. “This is more fun than dancing even.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I fought off a wave of despair. I was getting nowhere with this girl, absolutely nowhere. Still, I am nothing if not persistent. I continued. “Next comes Post Hoc. Listen to this: Let’s not take Bill on our picnic. Every time we take him out with us, it rains.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I know somebody just like that,” she exclaimed. “A girl back home—Eula Becker, her name is. It never fails. Every single time we take her on a picnic—”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Polly,” I said sharply, “It’s a fallacy. Eula Becker doesn’t cause the rain. She has no connection with the rain. You are guilty of Post Hoc if you blame Eula Becker.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I’ll never do it again,” she promised contritely. “Are you mad at me?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I sighed deeply. “No, Polly, I’m not mad.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Then tell me some more fallacies.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“All right. Let’s try Contradictory Premises.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Yes, let’s,” she chirped, blinking her eyes happily.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I frowned, but plunged ahead. “Here’s an example of Contradictory Premises: If God can do anything, can he make a stone so heavy that He won’t be able to lift it?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Of course,” she replied promptly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“But if He can do anything, he can lift the stone,” I pointed out.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Yeah,” she said thoughtfully. “Well, then I guess He can’t make the stone.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“But He can do anything.” I reminded her.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">She scratched her pretty, empty head. “I’m all confused,” she admitted.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Of course you are. Because when the premises of an argument contradict each other, there can be no argument. If there is an irresistible force, there can be no immovable object. If there is an immovable object, there can be no irresistible force. Get it?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Tell me some more of this keen stuff,” she said eagerly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I consulted my watch. “I think we’d better call it a night. I’ll take you home now, and you go over all the things you’ve learned. We’ll have another session tomorrow night.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I deposited her at the girls’ dormitory, where she assured me that she had had a perfectly terrif evening, and I went glumly home to my room. Petey lay snoring in his bed, the raccoon coat huddled like a great hairy beast at his feet. For a moment I considered waking him and telling him that he could have his girl back. It seemed clear that my project was doomed to failure. The girl simply had a logic-proof head.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">But then I reconsidered. I had wasted one evening: I might as well waste another. Who knew? Maybe somewhere in the extinct crater of her mind, a few embers still smoldered. Maybe somehow I could fan them into flame. Admittedly it was not a prospect fraught with hope, but I decided to give it one more try.</p><p class="first" style="margin-top: 1.625em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 0px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Seated under the oak the next evening I said, “Our first fallacy tonight is called Ad Misericordiam.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">She quivered with delight.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Listen closely,” I said. “A man applies for a job. When the boss asks him what his qualifications are, he replies that he has a wife and six children at home, the wife is a helpless cripple, the children have nothing to eat, no clothes to wear, no shoes on their feet, there are no beds in the house, no coal in the cellar, and winter is coming.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">A tear rolled down each of Polly’s pink cheeks. “Oh, this is awful, awful,” she sobbed.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Yes, it’s awful,” I agreed, “but it’s no argument. The man never answered the boss’s question about his qualifications. Instead he appealed to the boss’s sympathy. He committed the fallacy of Ad Misericordiam. Do you understand?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Have you got a handkerchief?” she blubbered.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I handed her a handkerchief and tried to keep from screaming while she wiped her eyes. “Next,” I said in a carefully controlled tone, “we will discuss False Analogy. Here is an example: Students should be allowed to look at their textbooks during examinations. After all, surgeons have X-rays to guide them during an operation, lawyers have briefs to guide them during a trial, carpenters have blueprints to guide them when they are building a house. Why, then, shouldn’t students be allowed to look at their textbooks during an examination?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“There now,” she said enthusiastically, “is the most marvy idea I’ve heard in years.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Polly,” I said testily, “the argument is all wrong. Doctors, lawyers, and carpenters aren’t taking a test to see how much they have learned, but students are. The situations are altogether different, and you can’t make an analogy between them.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I still think it’s a good idea,” said Polly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Nuts,” I muttered. Doggedly I pressed on. “Next we’ll try Hypothesis Contrary to Fact.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Sounds yummy,” was Polly’s reaction.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Listen: If Madame Curie had not happened to leave a photographic plate in a drawer with a chunk of pitchblende, the world today would not know about radium.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“True, true,” said Polly, nodding her head. “Did you see the movie? Oh, it just knocked me out. That Walter Pidgeon is so dreamy. I mean he fractures me.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“If you can forget Mr. Pidgeon for a moment,” I said coldly, “I would like to point out that the statement is a fallacy. Maybe Madame Curie would have discovered radium at some later date. Maybe somebody else would have discovered it. Maybe any number of things would have happened. You can’t start with a hypothesis that is not true and then draw any supportable conclusions from it.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“They ought to put Walter Pidgeon in more pictures,” said Polly. “I hardly ever see him any more.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">One more chance, I decided. But just one more. There is a limit to what flesh and blood can bear. “The next fallacy is called Poisoning the Well.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“How cute!” she gurgled.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Two men are having a debate. The first one gets up and says, ‘My opponent is a notorious liar. You can’t believe a word that he is going to say’ … Now, Polly, think. Think hard. What’s wrong?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I watched her closely as she knit her creamy brow in concentration. Suddenly a glimmer of intelligence—the first I had seen—came into her eyes. “It’s not fair,” she said with indignation. “It’s not a bit fair. What chance has the second man got if the first man calls him a liar before he even begins talking?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Right!” I cried exultantly. “One hundred percent right. It’s not fair. The first man has <em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">poisoned the well</em> before anybody could drink from it. He has hamstrung his opponent before he could even start … Polly I’m proud of you.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Pshaw,” she murmured, blushing with pleasure.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“You see, my dear, these things aren’t so hard. All you have to do is concentrate. Think—examine—evaluate. Come now, let’s review everything we have learned.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Fire away,” she said with an airy wave of her hand.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Heartened by the knowledge that Polly was not altogether a cretin, I began a long, patient review of all I had told her. Over and over and over again I cited instances, pointed out flaws, kept hammering away without letup. It was like digging a tunnel. At first everything was work, sweat, and darkness. I had no idea when I would reach the light, or even if I would. But I persisted. I pounded and clawed and scraped, and finally I was rewarded. I saw a chink of light. And then the chink got bigger and the sun came pouring in and all was bright.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Five grueling nights this took, but it was worth it. I had made a logician out of Polly; I had taught her to think. My job was done. She was worthy of me at last. She was a fit wife for me, a proper hostess for my many mansions, a suitable mother for my well-heeled children.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">It must not be thought that I was without love for this girl. Quite the contrary. Just as Pygmalion loved the perfect woman he had fashioned, so I loved mine. I determined to acquaint her with my feelings at our very next meeting. The time had come to change our relationship from academic to romantic.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Polly,” I said when next we sat beneath our oak, “tonight we will not discuss fallacies.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Aw, gee,” she said, disappointed.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“My dear,” I said, favoring her with a smile, “we have now spent five evenings together. We have gotten along splendidly. It is clear that we are well matched.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Hasty Generalization,” said Polly brightly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I beg your pardon,” said I.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Hasty Generalization,” she repeated. “How can you say that we are well matched on the basis of only five dates?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I chuckled with amusement. The dear child had learned her lessons well. “My dear,” I said, patting her hand in a tolerant manner, “five dates is plenty. After all, you don’t have to eat a whole cake to know that it’s good.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“False Analogy,” said Polly promptly. “I’m not a cake. I’m a girl.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I chuckled with somewhat less amusement. The dear child had learned her lessons perhaps too well. I decided to change tactics. Obviously the best approach was a simple, strong, direct declaration of love. I paused for a moment while my massive brain chose the proper words. Then I began:</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Polly, I love you. You are the whole world to me, and the moon, and the stars and the constellations of outer space. Please, my darling, say that you will go steady with me, for if you will not, life will be meaningless. I will languish. I will refuse my meals. I will wander the face of the earth, a shambling, hollow-eyed hulk.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">There, I thought, folding my arms, that ought to do it.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Ad Misericordiam,” said Polly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I ground my teeth. I was not Pygmalion; I was Frankenstein, and my monster had me by the throat. Frantically I fought back the tide of panic surging through me; at all costs I had to keep cool.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Well, Polly,” I said, forcing a smile, “you certainly have learned your fallacies.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“You’re darn right,” she said with a vigorous nod.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“And who taught them to you, Polly?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“You did.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“That’s right. So you do owe me something, don’t you, my dear? If I hadn’t come along you never would have learned about fallacies.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Hypothesis Contrary to Fact,” she said instantly.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I dashed perspiration from my brow. “Polly,” I croaked, “you mustn’t take all these things so literally. I mean this is just classroom stuff. You know that things you learn in school don’t have anything to do with life.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Dicto Simpliciter,” she said, wagging her finger at me playfully.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">That did it. I leaped to my feet, bellowing like a bull. “Will you or will you not go steady with me?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I will not,” she replied.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Why not?” I demanded.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Because this afternoon I promised Petey Bellows that I would go steady with him.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">I reeled back, overcome with the infamy of it. After he promised, after he made a deal, after he shook my hand! “The rat!” I shrieked, kicking up great chunks of turf. “You can’t go with him, Polly. He’s a liar. He’s a cheat. He’s a rat.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“Poisoning the Well,” said Polly, “and stop shouting. I think shouting must be a fallacy too.”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">With an immense effort of will, I modulated my voice. “All right,” I said. “You’re a logician. Let’s look at this thing logically. How could you choose Petey Bellows over me? Look at me—a brilliant student, a tremendous intellectual, a man with an assured future. Look at Petey—a knothead, a jitterbug, a guy who’ll never know where his next meal is coming from. Can you give me one logical reason why you should go steady with Petey Bellows?”</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-indent: 1.625em; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">“I certainly can,” declared Polly. “He’s got a raccoon coat.”</p></span>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-35528796781726390162011-11-27T03:20:00.000-08:002011-11-27T03:21:26.849-08:00theres no easy way<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">No one has a complete life. You can’t have love, career plus the other small things you want. A year before I had love but no strong career. Today exactly a year ahead, when my business is finally looking up, I don’t have love. As a child I used to think about this love vs. work argument a lot. Immature that I was, I used to find work more exciting. Today I find love more important. When something very dear to you is snatched or rather slips from your hand by just inches is extremely painful. It’s so painful that sometimes you feel like you’ll never recover from the pain. Or when you fall head over heels in love with a wrong guy. However it maybe, love comes with a price. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">But I think god balances your life with distractions. Even if you think about a guy twenty four seven, something exciting happens in your life to make you forget. I was waiting for a chance to leave my job and work full time on my business. I think now is the best time. This is the distraction I needed. From the mundane life that I was leading, from the people I was falling for. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am confused, hurt, broken and excited for new possibilities. </p> <!--EndFragment-->lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-62056919500405768802011-11-19T21:53:00.002-08:002011-11-19T21:55:16.015-08:005 things i learnt today1. men love women<div>2. men love giving time to women</div><div>3. men get jealous very easily</div><div>4. men can be weird creatures!</div><div>5. men can be something very different than you imagined. </div>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-40959289637016771922011-10-24T06:42:00.000-07:002011-10-24T06:45:17.257-07:00flip+foldhey guys, i finally started my own thing. its a small business that provides packaging ideas to people for various events. its called <b>flip+fold</b>.<div>for those of you who are on facebook, do look it up. </div><div>heres a link too:</div><div>https://www.facebook.com/pages/Flipfold/190229181032335</div>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-70725026800162365882011-10-22T10:26:00.000-07:002011-10-22T10:30:42.898-07:005 things i learnt today<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49rQEvw9RmWSX12vS_brZC9ZykpwLlnjMiaQLjJ9lbm4NaRqOyqYxD2XkJhTpcHRuFNO1NGDNyDkTvj74QNPwpmrPmMdlIoTkPSYcVYW8YFN3wcn76-svUwBtfibixbUHNGEp0mKNbcw/s1600/179691151_cwn0QQUz_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49rQEvw9RmWSX12vS_brZC9ZykpwLlnjMiaQLjJ9lbm4NaRqOyqYxD2XkJhTpcHRuFNO1NGDNyDkTvj74QNPwpmrPmMdlIoTkPSYcVYW8YFN3wcn76-svUwBtfibixbUHNGEp0mKNbcw/s400/179691151_cwn0QQUz_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666369320775592738" /></a>isnt this picture gorgeous? its from www.apartment513.blogspot.com<div><br /></div><div>1. bankers are boring. very</div><div><br /></div><div>2. just because you stay quiet, aloof and talk less does not mean you're cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. IT guys need to get laid.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. working mom's can be fun! </div><div><br /></div><div>5. they dont call them dumb blonde for no reason. </div>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-9097026657295787732011-10-22T10:19:00.000-07:002011-10-22T10:20:33.784-07:00crazy busy, less sleep and annoyingly hot weather! BUT<div>fun blog coming up, i promise! </div>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-85379369901823634192011-10-12T22:03:00.000-07:002011-10-12T22:40:38.650-07:0010 things i hate about romantic comedies<div>how many romantic comedies have been made since the advent of movies? and how many are actually worth watching? is it a waste of time or simply entertainment?</div><div>check out this great article on the take of such productions. http://www.newyorker.com/humor/2011/10/03/111003sh_shouts_kaling?currentPage=all</div><div><br /></div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz169GYu823VvbBsabcmsbgKZ3KtBrx4L6DT1-iGANleYbO5OOL-yKB_qiCp9I0KI5FLJvXyMMG7m1oeIXv13FsZzQrQ8g7Sr_1de5nTaiEYGqwV_4Ihv4wT4p7-7ZH8AN1RcjrXDCDi0/s1600/alternative.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz169GYu823VvbBsabcmsbgKZ3KtBrx4L6DT1-iGANleYbO5OOL-yKB_qiCp9I0KI5FLJvXyMMG7m1oeIXv13FsZzQrQ8g7Sr_1de5nTaiEYGqwV_4Ihv4wT4p7-7ZH8AN1RcjrXDCDi0/s400/alternative.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662846259437940514" /></a><br /><div>meanwhile...</div><div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">1.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>The cliché. Guy meets girl, guy loves girl and guy loses girl only to get her back in the end. How come no romantic comedy is actually funny or sad in the end?</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">2.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>The wedding planner is beautiful, pristine and meticulous yet doesn’t have a boyfriend. The film stretches on to a good two hours till you find out she actually digs the groom. Yuck!</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">3.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>You are in love with your best friend who happens to be a guy. Now, you have shared every memory together; from pmsing to him straightening your hair yet you cant tell him you love him. Its only till he gets hitched that you realize you must confess. After three melodious songs at the dinner table and some display of Prada’s new collection it finally hits you. HES TAKEN!</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">4.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>What happened in Vegas should stay in Vegas. Must a film be made on it?</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">5.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>As if girlfriends who are alive aren’t enough that one must bear the brunt of dead ones. How many times have you been visited by the ghosts of your ex girl friends?</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">6.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>I sit online everyday for hours yet I never get mail from a handsome bookstore owner. Yet a simple, girl next door is getting them everyday. WHATS UP WITH THAT?</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">7.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>She is ugly, so ugly that women don’t want to talk to her. But one day, she gets a makeover and she is so beautiful, so beautiful now all men want her?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The makeover transforms not only her looks but also her dead brain cells, improves her IQ and lands her a successful job. And you wonder why you weren’t a part of this makeover?</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">8.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>A new trend of squeezing all Hollywood stars together in one film to be misled into thinking it would be a hit. While you are trying to understand why Patrick Dempsey is cheating on Jennifer garner when suddenly, Ashton kutcher is shown in his underwear holding a ring. Wait… what</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">9.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>You probably wont remember what you did last week but your best friend who hasn’t seen you in seven years remember’s from a drunken night that he is your child’s biological father. KUDOS</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">10.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Your dead husband leaves you letters to recover from his death that are meaningless and pointless. You don’t need a dead person to tell you to giddy up for your birthday, hey, your friends can do that for you. </p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-43543497221363777552011-10-11T04:19:00.000-07:002011-10-11T04:41:16.643-07:00TRAVELING TUESDAYS: INDIA<div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Every Tuesday, I am going to write about the place that’s been on my mind throughout the week. I’ll be posting pictures, giving FYI and things you probably didn’t know about it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My school just arranged a student exchange program with India and nine students went to India for nine days to live with other students at a boarding school. During this time, they visited five cities and understood their culture, religion and beliefs. So, for the past few days I have India on my mind. Below are places that I would like to visit one day. </p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWcb3oRLBAPKyMOSxhZ6K57jarsf-WnQEpeYyJxIk3yUeCJJcU4_P4kmvgUGeG32cbUk_qg0j82HGcVRG2w0wDfzaBQtBG6NWbrjs-xuqONkpCRxsE6aab-m49bD6E-Q19PlR-mEF4uB4/s1600/India+-+Taj+Mahal+at+dawn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWcb3oRLBAPKyMOSxhZ6K57jarsf-WnQEpeYyJxIk3yUeCJJcU4_P4kmvgUGeG32cbUk_qg0j82HGcVRG2w0wDfzaBQtBG6NWbrjs-xuqONkpCRxsE6aab-m49bD6E-Q19PlR-mEF4uB4/s400/India+-+Taj+Mahal+at+dawn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662195457134978178" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWcb3oRLBAPKyMOSxhZ6K57jarsf-WnQEpeYyJxIk3yUeCJJcU4_P4kmvgUGeG32cbUk_qg0j82HGcVRG2w0wDfzaBQtBG6NWbrjs-xuqONkpCRxsE6aab-m49bD6E-Q19PlR-mEF4uB4/s1600/India+-+Taj+Mahal+at+dawn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWcb3oRLBAPKyMOSxhZ6K57jarsf-WnQEpeYyJxIk3yUeCJJcU4_P4kmvgUGeG32cbUk_qg0j82HGcVRG2w0wDfzaBQtBG6NWbrjs-xuqONkpCRxsE6aab-m49bD6E-Q19PlR-mEF4uB4/s1600/India+-+Taj+Mahal+at+dawn.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8t6WjfbDs2v148L1YaHvhCSgbCiTTkyyAJDdnomYw8i7HdrpbxG8IIGE2kPz5Vr9mh3vYPgvDkvJmgBOrTthuKEnfjqM78ccrunOOX40I-8JD2OPgHb6fbkL2kw9ovOpMN4J4OGGZIc/s1600/Leopold.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8t6WjfbDs2v148L1YaHvhCSgbCiTTkyyAJDdnomYw8i7HdrpbxG8IIGE2kPz5Vr9mh3vYPgvDkvJmgBOrTthuKEnfjqM78ccrunOOX40I-8JD2OPgHb6fbkL2kw9ovOpMN4J4OGGZIc/s400/Leopold.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662195268413202546" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8t6WjfbDs2v148L1YaHvhCSgbCiTTkyyAJDdnomYw8i7HdrpbxG8IIGE2kPz5Vr9mh3vYPgvDkvJmgBOrTthuKEnfjqM78ccrunOOX40I-8JD2OPgHb6fbkL2kw9ovOpMN4J4OGGZIc/s1600/Leopold.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>those of you who havent read shantaram, dont know much about the infamous leopold cafe. well, incase you get a chance to read the book, do visit the cafe too!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wwj57-zCSgaaqWofxxMiQ0yr9lUPZl2fKi-Zpjk5ZRoLY7gbGpcRZBGg9_S94fBngOFiP8dHbcR_FSTznYCEpg0jUBYMCm0GKK2TN6P2Zs3avO_OQUWDmrC3cuQ_3iVvaRd9nUJrnmc/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wwj57-zCSgaaqWofxxMiQ0yr9lUPZl2fKi-Zpjk5ZRoLY7gbGpcRZBGg9_S94fBngOFiP8dHbcR_FSTznYCEpg0jUBYMCm0GKK2TN6P2Zs3avO_OQUWDmrC3cuQ_3iVvaRd9nUJrnmc/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662195046427135874" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGAEWNnOSGXhg3ObgDkMjZCS0FfUJZx1eSbHupgAz9rLf_Dx7ax6amVU_yfHJCxPxNK4zL874TojUICdBzF5q1k3oIUELu6nAREZLRQ60cDRTSoQ-b9qpB3EsZ4Kph-xu3cIHD6v2ZK2A/s1600/darjeeling-view2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGAEWNnOSGXhg3ObgDkMjZCS0FfUJZx1eSbHupgAz9rLf_Dx7ax6amVU_yfHJCxPxNK4zL874TojUICdBzF5q1k3oIUELu6nAREZLRQ60cDRTSoQ-b9qpB3EsZ4Kph-xu3cIHD6v2ZK2A/s400/darjeeling-view2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662194646317044626" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGAEWNnOSGXhg3ObgDkMjZCS0FfUJZx1eSbHupgAz9rLf_Dx7ax6amVU_yfHJCxPxNK4zL874TojUICdBzF5q1k3oIUELu6nAREZLRQ60cDRTSoQ-b9qpB3EsZ4Kph-xu3cIHD6v2ZK2A/s1600/darjeeling-view2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>they say darjeeling is the next kahsmir. apparently, from the top you get a view of the Everest. darjeeling is still like the india that was under british raj, the old steam engine train and lodges.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhne9MajZPS7mpPBF9DrP5TYXzHn_xwgWgONYSx3O-q3f7xDn6PJC9rk0UYoy4jcwmvPnEFostatGh0VFkOUtJaiSO_UhBetCAxBryjyMmv4OUozzKAYtEf14tD-cVoU4IQpt3Id9r1iUE/s1600/Mobor-Beach-Goa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhne9MajZPS7mpPBF9DrP5TYXzHn_xwgWgONYSx3O-q3f7xDn6PJC9rk0UYoy4jcwmvPnEFostatGh0VFkOUtJaiSO_UhBetCAxBryjyMmv4OUozzKAYtEf14tD-cVoU4IQpt3Id9r1iUE/s400/Mobor-Beach-Goa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662194412065903522" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhne9MajZPS7mpPBF9DrP5TYXzHn_xwgWgONYSx3O-q3f7xDn6PJC9rk0UYoy4jcwmvPnEFostatGh0VFkOUtJaiSO_UhBetCAxBryjyMmv4OUozzKAYtEf14tD-cVoU4IQpt3Id9r1iUE/s1600/Mobor-Beach-Goa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>GO. GOA. GO. can you go to india and not visit Goa?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUx6ugHDS8wjKh-Fy7Gdd2Tl0z8vKX0y5GxP3TkIHDZ0gUXnJx9hFSLG9afAz8J3xocVggr0R4_HwBoSg2lHr7PajOsho5-ZX1yDC1tOkO5fVg3_leYXHZLLxtXj2ajeb4Z3bKMM6EBk/s1600/rajasthan-tour-packages.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUx6ugHDS8wjKh-Fy7Gdd2Tl0z8vKX0y5GxP3TkIHDZ0gUXnJx9hFSLG9afAz8J3xocVggr0R4_HwBoSg2lHr7PajOsho5-ZX1yDC1tOkO5fVg3_leYXHZLLxtXj2ajeb4Z3bKMM6EBk/s400/rajasthan-tour-packages.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662193962259782034" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUx6ugHDS8wjKh-Fy7Gdd2Tl0z8vKX0y5GxP3TkIHDZ0gUXnJx9hFSLG9afAz8J3xocVggr0R4_HwBoSg2lHr7PajOsho5-ZX1yDC1tOkO5fVg3_leYXHZLLxtXj2ajeb4Z3bKMM6EBk/s1600/rajasthan-tour-packages.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Rajhistan and its temples are breathtaking, this is a photographers dream!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkb4JrgxIIb8Tmja1rBpbe28JdUOiHi_chYdWFrTdz6tHW3l6XgmdQ353hnO7o0EeJQ5Ev3lDWTJ09CpP_sdhq5M6ObnTVTPFxkil3JQsTIdU5a9zwVzipYyuEASW67wojW4bbc_uRwnU/s1600/khajurahotemple.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px; text-align: center; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkb4JrgxIIb8Tmja1rBpbe28JdUOiHi_chYdWFrTdz6tHW3l6XgmdQ353hnO7o0EeJQ5Ev3lDWTJ09CpP_sdhq5M6ObnTVTPFxkil3JQsTIdU5a9zwVzipYyuEASW67wojW4bbc_uRwnU/s400/khajurahotemple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662193803102263826" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkb4JrgxIIb8Tmja1rBpbe28JdUOiHi_chYdWFrTdz6tHW3l6XgmdQ353hnO7o0EeJQ5Ev3lDWTJ09CpP_sdhq5M6ObnTVTPFxkil3JQsTIdU5a9zwVzipYyuEASW67wojW4bbc_uRwnU/s1600/khajurahotemple.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihGttUqquz3uoILubOP06-pJizyKcJwSTkeTRhezyTI7vB3rjObgqVnYLaqUqJV1sxTsk7DyobO6QCgBFCP5C4_483eZCfKVtcI2gEqMuVcDAeVUAdpz8TgeuzsafrF9BdSiiHcnDwg6Q/s1600/ajanta-caves-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihGttUqquz3uoILubOP06-pJizyKcJwSTkeTRhezyTI7vB3rjObgqVnYLaqUqJV1sxTsk7DyobO6QCgBFCP5C4_483eZCfKVtcI2gEqMuVcDAeVUAdpz8TgeuzsafrF9BdSiiHcnDwg6Q/s400/ajanta-caves-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662193565800526450" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWiCGhZkxI3cN4_1WBvUEb8uQGPGwfwjUVf7yyGtWYTXl89Nh6sSGeEw_jhBDGlroY_7P6f-56ukmIQZSHOO4HrLZ1lNPWMRKLxksWT7zdZsBNncue7Bl1_FUXnapmLT-6fH4kClQwYw/s1600/Food+in+Goa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWiCGhZkxI3cN4_1WBvUEb8uQGPGwfwjUVf7yyGtWYTXl89Nh6sSGeEw_jhBDGlroY_7P6f-56ukmIQZSHOO4HrLZ1lNPWMRKLxksWT7zdZsBNncue7Bl1_FUXnapmLT-6fH4kClQwYw/s400/Food+in+Goa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662193338148999186" /></a>and dont forget the food. you get to eat in a thaali, better a banana leaf!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbXSYGE29uAqCANt-1U5A6l9zSRsD2xt8k0d4sco6Ho8PW4SfGnghuQ8gbcnw2lNQSAQu3mbQku-x9tiXVG3YyDFe_1qTfK0gEHEx5LcVG7VkK282PXGOeVlmEM1u0eg6UygKZ17GvzI/s1600/MASALA-DOSA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbXSYGE29uAqCANt-1U5A6l9zSRsD2xt8k0d4sco6Ho8PW4SfGnghuQ8gbcnw2lNQSAQu3mbQku-x9tiXVG3YyDFe_1qTfK0gEHEx5LcVG7VkK282PXGOeVlmEM1u0eg6UygKZ17GvzI/s400/MASALA-DOSA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662192947775699810" /></a><br /></div></div></div>lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-34553948432367533892011-10-10T10:10:00.001-07:002011-10-10T10:25:11.210-07:00they are finally here!<div><br /></div><div>i grew up reading archie comics, tin tin and a few others like x-men and batman, only briefly though because they were expensive in pakistan. anyway, only until recently did i discover graphic novels to be so much fun, amazing in illustration and comprising actual adult stories. so when some relatives were visiting from the states, i asked my much beloved cousin to send me my favourite three from amazon. and guess what, she sent me brand new ones. yours truly is in possession of her new favourite reads but also cannot put them down.</div><div>interested readers, check out these at amazon, you can also read excerpts! </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecqg9w8XYJPH4-dGFoi3F-v-2Bvti2CRvm-Kl-dJFEDrtMqpzMcdXnSnbKxTIXGZ9O34UIYhXxUaCRL-x1DAW5relPEZmINJjext7gbd8DVI6_qpkUVXy7KpGQ6IEL8RhCvFnCC6ZrjA/s1600/Unknown-1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecqg9w8XYJPH4-dGFoi3F-v-2Bvti2CRvm-Kl-dJFEDrtMqpzMcdXnSnbKxTIXGZ9O34UIYhXxUaCRL-x1DAW5relPEZmINJjext7gbd8DVI6_qpkUVXy7KpGQ6IEL8RhCvFnCC6ZrjA/s400/Unknown-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661912340060413714" /></a>cancer vixen is a true story of a newyork based cartoonist when she discovered she had breast cancer and how she coped with it. beautiful, funny and strong illustrative work.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5M8R4wm4DO89WWnktzsHYfIHkXwp7LX4zxlsjDsYYcJrg6Pf_bAsrFcOw7ZQgqmBysme54Oa_jo7z_9739231TDDw3N026ltEoXUTCHZUc2maOTfaqMLZrpRstafjEtg1R1YwF5wPaYs/s1600/Unknown.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5M8R4wm4DO89WWnktzsHYfIHkXwp7LX4zxlsjDsYYcJrg6Pf_bAsrFcOw7ZQgqmBysme54Oa_jo7z_9739231TDDw3N026ltEoXUTCHZUc2maOTfaqMLZrpRstafjEtg1R1YwF5wPaYs/s400/Unknown.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661912228890334802" /></a>shortcomings is a piece of fictional based on a first generation japanese american and how his complexes and shortcomings in life affect his decisions and therefore future. when you read this, you actually feel like youre there!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tJTiSOziZuvfdzsTMrhmSk33xkEPFIOlttmgl0J7SvoTL5UP3hLcjEXG6f34sGWWz3d4DcUa_ed_0H0bJSZo-dHRCrndZhEgbP3Au0eKZIenfCp_jzrisv_AAr1u4m1cw4Y2yp9sN4Y/s1600/ghost1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2tJTiSOziZuvfdzsTMrhmSk33xkEPFIOlttmgl0J7SvoTL5UP3hLcjEXG6f34sGWWz3d4DcUa_ed_0H0bJSZo-dHRCrndZhEgbP3Au0eKZIenfCp_jzrisv_AAr1u4m1cw4Y2yp9sN4Y/s400/ghost1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661912130165301074" /></a>ghost world is so funny and hilarious that you just cant put it down. story about two teenagers who are lost after high school and dont know what direction to take in their life. situations, visuals and scripts are so spot on, every individual can relate!lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-40903500406846715522011-10-04T08:52:00.000-07:002011-10-04T08:56:28.210-07:00musings of a woman<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8JSuBKkDwsxmqBFVT2AmIOFc14NsZshX8-1JJHpeMHy-KSOvE7Gfh1_K96tC_JWpEeoqDxEE8plvUyLivEq19dDEqsEWyefsBgU1z2u5rDadIHMCTYLZppGYysmjU38vg0vLEfB7IBHU/s1600/1737929_P_lonely.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8JSuBKkDwsxmqBFVT2AmIOFc14NsZshX8-1JJHpeMHy-KSOvE7Gfh1_K96tC_JWpEeoqDxEE8plvUyLivEq19dDEqsEWyefsBgU1z2u5rDadIHMCTYLZppGYysmjU38vg0vLEfB7IBHU/s400/1737929_P_lonely.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659666117426971714" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Sometimes not always but sometimes I wonder what is going to become of me? Inshalah I am to turn twenty-six in exactly two months time and I see this road becoming more complex and at the same time interesting. I am surrounded by people who judge, stare and talk. Let me remind myself that I too fall under this category and am certainly not proud of it. But really, as each day passes, there are more whispers and questions.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">On one side is the super conservative mindset that balks at the sight of an unmarried twenty-six year old. And recently I came to know that I am talked about in school. I only talk to four people at work and was shocked to discover a recent question by a totally random colleague who asked me about my wedding? I gasped in disbelief and then very happily told her about the break up to which she gasped. She told me that she heard from other people about me. WHAT. And not to mention the time when I was set up by another colleague, claiming that all girls must be married. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">At work, I have all kinds of women around me. Those who work to earn and those who work for fun. I see young and older moms and I see hard core career oriented women. There are those with foreign degrees and some with neither. But there is something very evident that I notice in all. They are unhappy. There are mothers with four children hardly five years older than me, who want to get out of the house. They told me very blatantly that they were sick of their monotonous routine and needed a break, they wanted to get out. They were married at a very young age and reproduced faster than they thought and now want to go back to life. They say they envy career women because they never got to do that.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And I know women who wish to get married. They want the whole package, nice house, great husband, two kids and a pet. These women are extremely successful at what they do but are lonely and seek companionship. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Stuck in the middle are the have not’s, the confused souls. They are working to save money to study and pursue other interests. They want to follow their dreams, complete their masters as well as get married. They want everything and wont compromise on their ideals. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And my poor married friends are constantly irritated by questions about their children and are often asked when they plan to have them? Isnt that a great invasion of someone’s privacy? Whether one wants to have children, eat a samosa or dance naked, what right do you have to be asking such personal questions? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">My very close friend who went through a very nasty break up( which came as a surprise because he dumped her out of nowhere) has probably still not recovered and is pestered by useless match makers. Isn’t there a limit to where women can or should stop. Girls are approached by random women at Sunday bazaar, asking for their phone numbers and residence. And to top it all, a relative was approached by someone at work which was highly embarrassing. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Married or single or divorced, why does it matter to you? Why must you butt in to ask or probe if all you want to do is talk and not help. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">End of the day, you should not be judged or labeled by your status but rather your personality and life achievements. Whether you have raised three children in a perfect manner or attained a phD, what’s important is are you happy? Whether you are a stay at home mom or a social worker, are you happy with yourself and your life? There is no purpose of having a degree or a beautiful house, if you are not content! and that doesn’t require a social status or an education, it just requires you to live each day as it comes and be extremely thankful for what you have.</p> <!--EndFragment-->lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-35215841777752626102011-09-23T05:07:00.000-07:002011-09-23T05:08:51.768-07:0010 things i hate about the lame diaries<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiX3EgkhxF-7ohu8PeAOZ39peeKECgG01N-T3J-wIfLBUZRO85IPIMdTgB_-xdnScY4_xR3652-XiyHnG9lHFo8_xCB_Ppn9AOL7J5dKPst2VI8BKZ9baD9nQV6piRG0wBy7vEQszyEo/s1600/the-vampire-diaries-promo-game-on.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikiX3EgkhxF-7ohu8PeAOZ39peeKECgG01N-T3J-wIfLBUZRO85IPIMdTgB_-xdnScY4_xR3652-XiyHnG9lHFo8_xCB_Ppn9AOL7J5dKPst2VI8BKZ9baD9nQV6piRG0wBy7vEQszyEo/s400/the-vampire-diaries-promo-game-on.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655525683227449730" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">1.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Welcome to the show where vampires are so sweet, so humble and so kind that you wish you could reward them with a citizen’s award. They not only drink animal blood but also from packets so that real people wouldn’t have to be killed.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">2.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>They are rich without jobs. They have iphones, blackberry’s and the latest designer wear and you wonder why you’re not a vampire. </p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">3.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>They have killed and sucked the life out of countless citizens yet the cops never seem to find them. There is no FBI or CIA in the show to actually solve the mystery.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">4.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>There are high school kids who are never seen in school except for parties and farewells, infact that’s the only time when the school building is ever used</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">5.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>These kids have nothing to do except to find where werewolves are and who is the mean/vampire. They never have to study or even open a book.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">6.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Teachers are just as cool as these students and help them out. They have access to libraries and books that apparently have the history of vampires, Not only that but spells and deep secrets too.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">7.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>People die, disappear and vanish into thin air yet no one seems to notice. As long as there’s a party and free booze, WHO CARES!</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">8.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>The blood bank is open to all. Anyone can just come in, take as many packets and store them at home. Again, no one notices this absence.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">9.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Witches can do almost anything. From resurrection to destruction, these witches have a spell for everything.</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Cambria;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">10.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>The show has a high rating!</p> <!--EndFragment-->lifeasitrollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12559414440234610637noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8310857775351884913.post-4784614643662223952011-09-08T04:24:00.000-07:002011-09-08T04:26:07.303-07:00learning to be truly happy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIncNHbIwtUvkqezboyiCGfBGIVfrXDXspFwJ0T5e36PDa_BRvdIKt_EZsrxL9oG0LzUHWJ1zA5CH6hT59sAM8qxIl3ghxBFz7vEc6TMcz0N1YRGbWJ_DaKOXRoZAEZS5mQQsb-Uwg9H0/s1600/ji.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 102px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIncNHbIwtUvkqezboyiCGfBGIVfrXDXspFwJ0T5e36PDa_BRvdIKt_EZsrxL9oG0LzUHWJ1zA5CH6hT59sAM8qxIl3ghxBFz7vEc6TMcz0N1YRGbWJ_DaKOXRoZAEZS5mQQsb-Uwg9H0/s400/ji.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649948406542020626" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">Art therapy session one</p><p class="MsoNormal">You can learn a lot about a child’s psyche and mental state by the way they paint their self portrait. Their self perception is often reflected by their vivid brush strokes and placement of features. This however does not mean that children who paint terribly are immature or abnormal, no absolutely not. But children who include more details in their painting, demonstrate a higher level of maturity, understanding and self awareness.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Our school has devised a new system of helping children with different kinds of disabilities. Every teacher must take out at least two periods per week to spend quality time with these them. Therefore, I spend time with three girls every Thursday in the last two periods and try my best to do Art therapy with them.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Last week, after distributing paper and paint, I explained their assignment to them. I told them how they had to draw their own self portrait and drew a small one myself for a better understanding. As they started drawing, I started scribbling bits about their behaviour, thoughts because sometimes it’s easier to identify their psychological disorder by doing so. The image they draw is always distorted and they see the world through lost eyes hence their discernment is the same.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Its rather sad to observe these students who are constantly seeking approval. Their confidence has been brutally shattered and that reflects in their personality. They make sad and small eyes because they themselves are miserable. They are often bullied and ridiculed by peers.</p><p class="MsoNormal">So every Thursday, I am extremely thankful to God. Rest of the week I grumble, complain and whine about a failed scholarship and relationship, not so hot career and flop travel plans but come Thursday and I am a different person. When I see these girls, all I think about is how lucky I am to be healthy, normal and self aware. It is truly a gift and a highly precious one. 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