Custom Title with Subtitle and Lock Content

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEI8OBqiY4YZzu9jRbjC0BQFl7SGu4ZVikAfQoOgCwRkst9Zpo7bxxkww1jm1uUpnAhEvtWpPHjw-99TGIdM-eg3YIYwePRmpVP3yvHfh3Zsb8VrZvCxBr6vSmFL5qYwHaxCSw4ioqVzG/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEI8OBqiY4YZzu9jRbjC0BQFl7SGu4ZVikAfQoOgCwRkst9Zpo7bxxkww1jm1uUpnAhEvtWpPHjw-99TGIdM-eg3YIYwePRmpVP3yvHfh3Zsb8VrZvCxBr6vSmFL5qYwHaxCSw4ioqVzG/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" width="320"></a></div>We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.<br>As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.<br><a href="http://maxxiz-mkrdezign.blogspot.com/2014/04/custom-title-with-subtitle-and-lock.html#more">Read more �</a>

Custom Title with Subtitle and Lock Content

We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dej…

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MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw30bVV-Bvk2aJhQ7XhazG0-60EHV490sf_I188YyxE69hTuVyNUZ4rWeThCdPPLV5k8QoABh4cL2B0NQaKr8aaA6X7X8ciOKHOSxM-br1TvNAutOnPiYX-z3OtlxL-p0NV0BcheLAM0aV/s1600/computers4-1074x483.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop"><img alt="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw30bVV-Bvk2aJhQ7XhazG0-60EHV490sf_I188YyxE69hTuVyNUZ4rWeThCdPPLV5k8QoABh4cL2B0NQaKr8aaA6X7X8ciOKHOSxM-br1TvNAutOnPiYX-z3OtlxL-p0NV0BcheLAM0aV/s1600/computers4-1074x483.jpg" title="MacBook charging peacefully beside my PC desktop"></a></div>My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among the houses in front of them, and veiling the white facade of a terrace beyond the road that appeared between the backs of the villas. Mrs. Elphinstone suddenly cried out at a number of tongues of smoky red flame leaping up above the houses in front of them against the hot, blue sky. The tumultuous noise resolved itself now into the disorderly mingling of many voices, the gride of many wheels, the creaking of waggons, and the staccato of hoofs. The lane came round sharply not fifty yards from the crossroads.<br><br><a href="http://maxxiz-mkrdezign.blogspot.com/2014/03/macbook-charging-peacefully-beside-my.html#more">Read more �</a>

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My brother noticed a pale grey smoke or haze rising among the houses in front of them, and veiling the white facade of a terrace beyond the road that appeared between the backs of the villas. Mrs. Elphinstone suddenly cried out at a number of tongues of smoky red flame leaping up above the houses i…

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Night city and bridge best photography

<blockquote>It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.</blockquote>In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and every bush and tree upon it that was not already a blackened skeleton was burning. The hussars had been on the road beyond the curvature of the ground, and he saw nothing of them. He heard the Martians rattle for a time and then become still. The giant saved Woking station and its cluster of houses until the last; then in a moment the Heat-Ray was brought to bear, and the town became a heap of fiery ruins. Then the Thing shut off the Heat-Ray, and turning its back upon the artilleryman, began to waddle away towards the smouldering pine woods that sheltered the second cylinder. As it did so a second glittering Titan built itself up out of the pit.<br><br><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YpMd6Lto7_PO_WECKC41j158STcVqoaryv_Q2wJRgvNg5r9zxikGR741L4t2ibDjHLkihpH-tRYBxE7l6rZkAzjKMhJS8Yq7l33YY1U5aDX2gJQ1GchI6xduDdsC8CmPQjYGQLOh0fs/s320/city_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="Night city and bridge best photography"><img alt="Night city and bridge best photography" border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YpMd6Lto7_PO_WECKC41j158STcVqoaryv_Q2wJRgvNg5r9zxikGR741L4t2ibDjHLkihpH-tRYBxE7l6rZkAzjKMhJS8Yq7l33YY1U5aDX2gJQ1GchI6xduDdsC8CmPQjYGQLOh0fs/s720/city_5.jpg" title="Night city and bridge best photography" width="720"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Night City</td></tr></tbody></table>The second monster followed the first, and at that the artilleryman began to crawl very cautiously across the hot heather ash towards Horsell. He managed to get alive into the ditch by the side of the road, and so escaped to Woking. There his story became ejaculatory. The place was impassable. It seems there were a few people alive there, frantic for the most part and many burned and scalded. He was turned aside by the fire, and hid among some almost scorching heaps of broken wall as one of the Martian giants returned. He saw this one pursue a man, catch him up in one of its steely tentacles, and knock his head against the trunk of a pine tree. At last, after nightfall, the artilleryman made a rush for it and got over the railway embankment.<br><br><a href="http://maxxiz-mkrdezign.blogspot.com/2014/03/night-city-and-bridge-best-photography.html#more">Read more �</a>

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It seemed to me that the pit had been enlarged, and ever and again puffs of vivid green vapour streamed up and out of it towards the brightening dawn--streamed up, whirled, broke, and vanished.In a few minutes there was, so far as the soldier could see, not a living thing left upon the common, and e…

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Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBHpasWFyDPd3FtX-6mEEmEsXQqNfJq6t_O5Aq6aZSyl-rrLE8uE8v0Joglk_u1VVZvkhyphenhyphen78k56vJ1SBgSuKYDuW2g4WEEyHzpn4Ib7S-Y1OFYq7AC01VQ7rMaq-ImVdRzM6mfA8DWBk/s1600/cars_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" title="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors"><img alt="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBHpasWFyDPd3FtX-6mEEmEsXQqNfJq6t_O5Aq6aZSyl-rrLE8uE8v0Joglk_u1VVZvkhyphenhyphen78k56vJ1SBgSuKYDuW2g4WEEyHzpn4Ib7S-Y1OFYq7AC01VQ7rMaq-ImVdRzM6mfA8DWBk/s800/cars_7.jpg" title="Doubt can eat away at the best of competitors"></a><br><br>This midnight-spout had almost grown a forgotten thing, when, some days after, lo! at the same silent hour, it was again announced: again it was descried by all; but upon making sail to overtake it, once more it disappeared as if it had never been. And so it served us night after night, till no one heeded it but to wonder at it. Mysteriously jetted into the clear moonlight, or starlight, as the case might be; disappearing again for one whole day, or two days, or three; and somehow seeming at every distinct repetition to be advancing still further and further in our van, this solitary jet seemed for ever alluring us on.<br><br>Nor with the immemorial superstition of their race, and in accordance with the preternaturalness, as it seemed, which in many things invested the Pequod, were there wanting some of the seamen who swore that whenever and wherever descried; at however remote times, or in however far apart latitudes and longitudes, that unnearable spout was cast by one self-same whale; and that whale, Moby Dick. For a time, there reigned, too, a sense of peculiar dread at this flitting apparition, as if it were treacherously beckoning us on and on, in order that the monster might turn round upon us, and rend us at last in the remotest and most savage seas.<br><br>These temporary apprehensions, so vague but so awful, derived a wondrous potency from the contrasting serenity of the weather, in which, beneath all its blue blandness, some thought there lurked a devilish charm, as for days and days we voyaged along, through seas so wearily, lonesomely mild, that all space, in repugnance to our vengeful errand, seemed vacating itself of life before our urn-like prow.<br><br>[pgallery] [img alt="fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCfWdKl-auxHin1ZS-_tnjXUuuqjDbnFtTTrjxmW5xbGbGa58sVi5et1_iZeW8jgNIySBsWK-FsnjHf0pfyVAD7OAtEFn3sTO7MCdSNvEZ4g_uorsLX5dFruFX6VL1pQcSRLHrs7MXAon0/s300/fashion4-700x357.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Wedding" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFreDfH1COo4AlwG_5cT_LXIiuNARCN8S_XmBGQ5rrnbZyseKfhyphenhyphen2f9ASstGV0JdsENHXxZe-2a7BnLJbN0OJOVolELkwLPASQL0LVmB2XNIkFq49I8pzxAKxbtNYtlM1J8Kr59fyLta0O/s300/blog-511-700x466.jpg"][/img] [img alt="Interior" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTO99Y_O1GZDfl2IZRKk34WN6sc4TdpUowtpuFHdYSRFIaAYD77rLDOszaWVjZ0OW12d84peEmCsELoVQd9vDx_BdxAqUvS10Q-c50NWy6V3YvnlAfFyQRRaEZcfW75IUjRzFmNi0_t5PY/s300/4878276416_647837094f_b-702x336.jpg"][/img] [img alt="flower" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJaAyNDMapV5oyAFYTz2WzBtzsFwzp9SusJ331P49zkKrg48BSyAqtWaP7g9ai43hO0CLUJVZOW5DzVxmCSEDadbLefJJ1YHIuBU6V-Eh1WdGPJ9rAgHTdUPJdSnLKNVcotgow9biz7JQ/s300/cape-cod-wedding-pink-hydreanga-aisle-runners-700x458.jpg"][/img] [img alt="other fashion" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPg3KL5XZ0iBsKlIoKE_zuTCpx78ZCynS8sVyphYR8a1vOVFhjBVUnPwebYB9bfKikAydExJRo9qPGfYq5F3U25hMJEiuMiK9R71YQIlWPzFJ56SwLhmwP6-jO79kP_QV8wi0OQmSm65X/s300/fashion3-326x235.jpg"][/img] [img alt="cars" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WgY7UpbWC0IdU_7DW8dTR4c_su5okSAw5HV7dDOxPobHCW82K0o0wr2XTpF4eyEXguf74WHockaTNn7MiLbxnR6xvPoaD01g2spvUpOhOd_5gxkHBCBUV-u3UbuBkWQ8_DdTWuFX_3hX/s300/Bmw-I8-Concept-Spyder-HD-Wallpaper-1080p.jpg"][/img] [/pgallery]<br><a href="http://maxxiz-mkrdezign.blogspot.com/2014/03/doubt-can-eat-away-at-best-of.html#more">Read more �</a>

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This midnight-spout had almost grown a forgotten thing, when, some days after, lo! at the same silent hour, it was again announced: again it was descried by all; but upon making sail to overtake it, once more it disappeared as if it had never been. And so it served us night after night, till no one …

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BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-WteKuUAXFmeV_UbsagvBgG6rEHqczb2w61OfHJDb_4J07mahLkNz0HE7QKpSKPRdNgwdyk-CYmxIXDytD4kX-fheu1bZUZb2z4wh9tl8KZFdmiecK-0jtJj4Q9HnRU8G9BbVtBVinQ/s1600/cars_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling"><img alt="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling" border="0" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-WteKuUAXFmeV_UbsagvBgG6rEHqczb2w61OfHJDb_4J07mahLkNz0HE7QKpSKPRdNgwdyk-CYmxIXDytD4kX-fheu1bZUZb2z4wh9tl8KZFdmiecK-0jtJj4Q9HnRU8G9BbVtBVinQ/s1600/cars_5.jpg" title="BMW New Hybrid Supercar Is Thrilling" width="720" /></a></div><br />During the first days, they went along smoothly enough. The sea was not very unpropitious, the wind seemed stationary in the north-east, the sails were hoisted, and the Henrietta ploughed across the waves like a real trans-Atlantic steamer.<br /><br />Passepartout was delighted. His master's last exploit, the consequences of which he ignored, enchanted him. Never had the crew seen so jolly and dexterous a fellow. He formed warm friendships with the sailors, and amazed them with his acrobatic feats. He thought they managed the vessel like gentlemen, and that the stokers fired up like heroes. His loquacious good-humour infected everyone. He had forgotten the past, its vexations and delays. He only thought of the end, so nearly accomplished; and sometimes he boiled over with impatience, as if heated by the furnaces of the Henrietta. Often, also, the worthy fellow revolved around Fix, looking at him with a keen, distrustful eye; but he did not speak to him, for their old intimacy no longer existed.<br /><br />Fix, it must be confessed, understood nothing of what was going on. The conquest of the Henrietta, the bribery of the crew, Fogg managing the boat like a skilled seaman, amazed and confused him. He did not know what to think. For, after all, a man who began by stealing fifty-five thousand pounds might end by stealing a vessel; and Fix was not unnaturally inclined to conclude that the Henrietta under Fogg's command, was not going to Liverpool at all, but to some part of the world where the robber, turned into a pirate, would quietly put himself in safety. The conjecture was at least a plausible one, and the detective began to seriously regret that he had embarked on the affair.<br />As for Captain Speedy, he continued to howl and growl in his cabin; and Passepartout, whose duty it was to carry him his meals, courageous as he was, took the greatest precautions. Mr. Fogg did not seem even to know that there was a captain on board.<br /><br />On the 13th they passed the edge of the Banks of Newfoundland, a dangerous locality; during the winter, especially, there are frequent fogs and heavy gales of wind. Ever since the evening before the barometer, suddenly falling, had indicated an approaching change in the atmosphere; and during the night the temperature varied, the cold became sharper, and the wind veered to the south-east.<br />This was a misfortune. Mr. Fogg, in order not to deviate from his course, furled his sails and increased the force of the steam; but the vessel's speed slackened, owing to the state of the sea, the long waves of which broke against the stern. She pitched violently, and this retarded her progress. The breeze little by little swelled into a tempest, and it was to be feared that the Henrietta might not be able to maintain herself upright on the waves.<br /><br />Passepartout's visage darkened with the skies, and for two days the poor fellow experienced constant fright. But Phileas Fogg was a bold mariner, and knew how to maintain headway against the sea; and he kept on his course, without even decreasing his steam. The Henrietta, when she could not rise upon the waves, crossed them, swamping her deck, but passing safely. Sometimes the screw rose out of the water, beating its protruding end, when a mountain of water raised the stern above the waves; but the craft always kept straight ahead.<br /><br /><blockquote>"You're a queer un, Granser, talking about things you can't see. If you can't see 'em, how do you know they are? That's what I want to know. How do you know anything you can't see?"</blockquote>The wind, however, did not grow as boisterous as might have been feared; it was not one of those tempests which burst, and rush on with a speed of ninety miles an hour. It continued fresh, but, unhappily, it remained obstinately in the south-east, rendering the sails useless.<br /><br />The 16th of December was the seventy-fifth day since Phileas Fogg's departure from London, and the Henrietta had not yet been seriously delayed. Half of the voyage was almost accomplished, and the worst localities had been passed. In summer, success would have been well-nigh certain. In winter, they were at the mercy of the bad season. Passepartout said nothing; but he cherished hope in secret, and comforted himself with the reflection that, if the wind failed them, they might still count on the steam.<br /><br />On this day the engineer came on deck, went up to Mr. Fogg, and began to speak earnestly with him. Without knowing why it was a presentiment, perhaps Passepartout became vaguely uneasy. He would have given one of his ears to hear with the other what the engineer was saying. He finally managed to catch a few words, and was sure he heard his master say, "You are certain of what you tell me?"<br /><br />[review]<br />[item review-value="8"]Hardware[/item]<br />[item review-value="7"]Gameplay[/item]<br />[item review-value="6"]Graphics[/item]<br />[item review-value="9"]Sound[/item]<br />[content title="Summary" label="Overall Score"]My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book Earth in the Balance, and the much more popular Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards but I know you in the future back in our hands.[/content]<br />[/review]

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During the first days, they went along smoothly enough. The sea was not very unpropitious, the wind seemed stationary in the north-east, the sails were hoisted, and the Henrietta ploughed across the waves like a real trans-Atlantic steamer.Passepartout was delighted. His master's last exploit, the…

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Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhme1mCNLyhjsJrDUBqUp6xlQvODPWcL8CkcZrBsxMVFsk_DmJEL4qHVgz3MA7zTDs66ZMlFvGqX-4W-1cyZTbvOGpLx83WkIn9BVMAU5QlGGjz8WojTOJ8Qf2Cw2tNYK8y2OIjiygAZ0q0/s1600/11364791146_19b6fe5b92_k-702x336.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy"><img alt="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy" border="0" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhme1mCNLyhjsJrDUBqUp6xlQvODPWcL8CkcZrBsxMVFsk_DmJEL4qHVgz3MA7zTDs66ZMlFvGqX-4W-1cyZTbvOGpLx83WkIn9BVMAU5QlGGjz8WojTOJ8Qf2Cw2tNYK8y2OIjiygAZ0q0/s1600/11364791146_19b6fe5b92_k-702x336.jpg" title="Puppies Protected Lost Alabama Boy" width="640" /></a></div><br />"In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on the earth; and the more thickly they were packed, the more new kinds of germs became diseases. There were warnings. Soldervetzsky, as early as 1929, told the bacteriologists that they had no guaranty against some new disease, a thousand times more deadly than any they knew, arising and killing by the hundreds of millions and even by the billion. You see, the micro-organic world remained a mystery to the end. They knew there was such a world, and that from time to time armies of new germs emerged from it to kill men.<br /><br />"And that was all they knew about it. For all they knew, in that invisible micro-organic world there might be as many different kinds of germs as there are grains of sand on this beach. And also, in that same invisible world it might well be that new kinds of germs came to be. It might be there that life originated�the 'abysmal fecundity,' Soldervetzsky called it, applying the words of other men who had written before him...."<br /><br />It was at this point that Hare-Lip rose to his feet, an expression of huge contempt on his face.<br />"Granser," he announced, "you make me sick with your gabble. Why don't you tell about the Red Death? If you ain't going to, say so, an' we'll start back for camp."<br /><br />The old man looked at him and silently began to cry. The weak tears of age rolled down his cheeks and all the feebleness of his eighty-seven years showed in his grief-stricken countenance.<br /><br />"Sit down," Edwin counselled soothingly. "Granser's all right. He's just gettin' to the Scarlet Death, ain't you, Granser? He's just goin' to tell us about it right now. Sit down, Hare-Lip. Go ahead, Granser."<br /><br />The old man wiped the tears away on his grimy knuckles and took up the tale in a tremulous, piping voice that soon strengthened as he got the swing of the narrative.<br /><br />"It was in the summer of 2013 that the Plague came. I was twenty-seven years old, and well do I remember it. Wireless despatches�"<br />Hare-Lip spat loudly his disgust, and Granser hastened to make amends.<br /><br />"We talked through the air in those days, thousands and thousands of miles. And the word came of a strange disease that had broken out in New York. There were seventeen millions of people living then in that noblest city of America. Nobody thought anything about the news. It was only a small thing. There had been only a few deaths. It seemed, though, that they had died very quickly, and that one of the first signs of the disease was the turning red of the face and all the body. Within twenty-four hours came the report of the first case in Chicago. And on the same day, it was made public that London, the greatest city in the world, next to Chicago, had been secretly fighting the plague for two weeks and censoring the news despatches�that is, not permitting the word to go forth to the rest of the world that London had the plague. [left-side]

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"In spite of all these diseases, and of all the new ones that continued to arise, there were more and more men in the world. This was because it was easy to get food. The easier it was to get food, the more men there were; the more men there were, the more thickly were they packed together on th…

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Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrolrSBrxldTervn_p5h7sNpkv-g62iNWWwRjNOl2Aiv4tHfguOCNtlH2JGfQfQs0QVoCza5eJrZwWEd0KXIQm1kED3yetsn2wLBtMGC9nFE-JtuXUzz9KxnG6Bja7_3-KVNQwIDJu6k/s1600/cars_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!"><img alt="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!" border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOrolrSBrxldTervn_p5h7sNpkv-g62iNWWwRjNOl2Aiv4tHfguOCNtlH2JGfQfQs0QVoCza5eJrZwWEd0KXIQm1kED3yetsn2wLBtMGC9nFE-JtuXUzz9KxnG6Bja7_3-KVNQwIDJu6k/s640/cars_6.jpg" title="Siw82 Passive Inwall subwoofer speaker is here!" width="640" /></a></div>We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard Dejah Thoris until her return.<br /><a name='more'></a><br />As Sola departed Dejah Thoris turned to me with a faint smile.<br /><br />"And whereto, then, would your prisoner escape should you leave her, unless it was to follow you and crave your protection, and ask your pardon for the cruel thoughts she has harbored against you these past few days?"<br /><br />"You are right," I answered, "there is no escape for either of us unless we go together."<br /><br />"I heard your challenge to the creature you call Tars Tarkas, and I think I understand your position among these people, but what I cannot fathom is your statement that you are not of Barsoom."<br /><br />"In the name of my first ancestor, then," she continued, "where may you be from? You are like unto my people, and yet so unlike. You speak my language, and yet I heard you tell Tars Tarkas that you had but learned it recently. All Barsoomians speak the same tongue from the ice-clad south to the ice-clad north, though their written languages differ. Only in the valley Dor, where the river Iss empties into the lost sea of Korus, is there supposed to be a different language spoken, and, except in the legends of our ancestors, there is no record of a Barsoomian returning up the river Iss, from the shores of Korus in the valley of Dor. Do not tell me that you have thus returned! They would kill you horribly anywhere upon the surface of Barsoom if that were true; tell me it is not!"<br /><br />Her eyes were filled with a strange, weird light; her voice was pleading, and her little hands, reached up upon my breast, were pressed against me as though to wring a denial from my very heart.<br /><br /><blockquote>"I do not know your customs, Dejah Thoris, but in my own Virginia a gentleman does not lie to save himself; I am not of Dor; I have never seen the mysterious Iss; the lost sea of Korus is still lost, so far as I am concerned. Do you believe me?"</blockquote><br />And then it struck me suddenly that I was very anxious that she should believe me. It was not that I feared the results which would follow a general belief that I had returned from the Barsoomian heaven or hell, or whatever it was. Why was it, then! Why should I care what she thought? I looked down at her; her beautiful face upturned, and her wonderful eyes opening up the very depth of her soul; and as my eyes met hers I knew why, and�I shuddered.<br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a 1em="" am="" auto="" dor="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEI8OBqiY4YZzu9jRbjC0BQFl7SGu4ZVikAfQoOgCwRkst9Zpo7bxxkww1jm1uUpnAhEvtWpPHjw-99TGIdM-eg3YIYwePRmpVP3yvHfh3Zsb8VrZvCxBr6vSmFL5qYwHaxCSw4ioqVzG/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" i="" imageanchor="1" left="" margin-bottom:="" margin-left:="" margin-right:="" not="" of="" rel="nofollow" style="clear: title=;"><img alt="I am not of Dor" border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEI8OBqiY4YZzu9jRbjC0BQFl7SGu4ZVikAfQoOgCwRkst9Zpo7bxxkww1jm1uUpnAhEvtWpPHjw-99TGIdM-eg3YIYwePRmpVP3yvHfh3Zsb8VrZvCxBr6vSmFL5qYwHaxCSw4ioqVzG/s1600/bg013-test1.jpg" title="I am not of Dor" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great Headseat</td></tr></tbody></table>A similar wave of feeling seemed to stir her; she drew away from me with a sigh, and with her earnest, beautiful face turned up to mine, she whispered: "I believe you, John Carter; I do not know what a 'gentleman' is, nor have I ever heard before of Virginia; but on Barsoom no man lies; if he does not wish to speak the truth he is silent. Where is this Virginia, your country, John Carter?" she asked, and it seemed that this fair name of my fair land had never sounded more beautiful than as it fell from those perfect lips on that far-gone day.<br /><br />"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window! the boy's hand on the hill!"<br /><br />But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoOPC5VyrhC5rvxhRGqSAR4pJw_lFBho-I_r0y1hyQIV7qppxlKmxN1vDMKKEwkOWbInATPBfj3gJSKNFipuLTy1rWXM1-n30G6C7msgkfTuAVS8hbd4zb0ZVT4ZDi2tYbfLcBr4S2m7x/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" imageanchor="1" rel="nofollow" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" title="Where is this Virginia"><img alt="Where is this Virginia" border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoOPC5VyrhC5rvxhRGqSAR4pJw_lFBho-I_r0y1hyQIV7qppxlKmxN1vDMKKEwkOWbInATPBfj3gJSKNFipuLTy1rWXM1-n30G6C7msgkfTuAVS8hbd4zb0ZVT4ZDi2tYbfLcBr4S2m7x/s1600/20081008-paradigm_cinema_gaming_review.jpg" title="Where is this Virginia" width="212" /></a></div>"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man! Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths�Starbuck!"<br />But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.<br /><br /><i>Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.</i><br /><br />That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man�as his wont at intervals�stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.<br /><br /><ul><li>But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered</li><li> And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king</li><li> Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable</li><li> Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to retrace my steps from the plain of Phutra</li><li> But my troubles came when I entered the canyon beyond the summit, for here I found that several of them centered at the point where I crossed the divide, and which one I had traversed to reach the pass I could not for the life of me remember</li></ul>But, to the best of my knowledge, Perry still lived and it was my duty and wish to be again with him, that we might share the dangers and vicissitudes of the strange world we had discovered. And Ghak, too; the great, shaggy man had found a place in the hearts of us both, for he was indeed every inch a man and king. Uncouth, perhaps, and brutal, too, if judged too harshly by the standards of effete twentieth-century civilization, but withal noble, dignified, chivalrous, and loveable. Chance carried me to the very beach upon which I had discovered Ja's canoe, and a short time later I was scrambling up the steep bank to.<br /><br /><ol><li>"Alas! In my hurry�I�I forgot�" "What?" "To turn off the gas in my room!" "Very well, young man," returned Mr</li><li> Fogg, coolly; "it will burn�at your expense</li><li>" Phileas Fogg rightly suspected that his departure from London would create a lively sensation at the West End</li><li> The news of the bet spread through the Reform Club, and afforded an exciting topic of conversation to its members</li><li> From the club it soon got into the papers throughout England</li><li> The boasted "tour of the world" was talked about, disputed, argued with as much warmth as if the subject were another Alabama claim</li></ol><h2>We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one</h2>We were interrupted at this juncture by the approach of one of the warriors, bearing arms, accouterments and ornaments, and in a flash one of her questions was answered and a puzzle cleared up for me. I saw that the body of my dead antagonist had been stripped, and I read in the menacing yet respectful attitude of the warrior who had brought me these trophies of the kill the same demeanor as that evinced by the other who had brought me my original equipment, and now for the first time I realized that my blow, on the occasion of my first battle in the audience chamber had resulted in the death of my adversary.<br /><br /><h2>"Aye, I see!�wanted to part it; free the fast-fish�an old trick�I know him."</h2>"There are almost as many conjectures as to that as there are geologists," was his answer. "One estimates it thirty miles, because the internal heat, increasing at the rate of about one degree to each sixty to seventy feet depth, would be sufficient to fuse the most refractory substances at that distance beneath the surface. Another finds that the phenomena of precession and nutation require that the earth, if not entirely solid, must at least have a shell not less than eight hundred to a thousand miles in thickness. So there you are.<br /><br /><h3>The old man looked at me for a long time before he spoke. </h3>At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves. They had long legs and fierce eyes and sharp teeth.<br /><br />"Go to those people," said the Witch, "and tear them to pieces."<br /><br /><h4>"Who are you, Zodangan?" she whispered. "Another enemy to harass me in my misery?"</h4>The old man accelerated his pace, sniffing eagerly as he neared the fire.<br />"Mussels!" he muttered ecstatically. "Mussels! And ain't that a crab, Hoo-Hoo? Ain't that a crab? My, my, you boys are good to your old grandsire."<br /><br />Hoo-Hoo, who was apparently of the same age as Edwin, grinned.<br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">"All you want, Granser. I got four."</blockquote><h5>They ordered two bottles of port, to which the Frenchman did ample justice, whilst Fix observed him with close attention. </h5>I had observed on the two occasions when I had seen her that the prisoner exchanged words with her guards, and this convinced me that they spoke, or at least could make themselves understood by a common language. With this added incentive I nearly drove Sola distracted by my importunities to hasten on my education and within a few more days I had mastered the Martian tongue sufficiently well to enable me to carry on a passable conversation and to fully understand practically all that I heard.<br /><br />At this time our sleeping quarters were occupied by three or four females and a couple of the recently hatched young, beside Sola and her youthful ward, myself, and Woola the hound. After they had retired for the night it was customary for the adults to carry on a desultory conversation for a short time before lapsing into sleep, and now that I could understand their language I was always a keen listener, although I never proffered any remarks myself.<br /><br />On the night following the prisoner's visit to the audience chamber the conversation finally fell upon this subject, and I was all ears on the instant. I had feared to question Sola relative to the beautiful captive, as I could not but recall the strange expression I had noted upon her face after my first encounter with the prisoner. That it denoted jealousy I could not say, and yet, judging all things by mundane standards as I still did, I felt it safer to affect indifference in the matter until I learned more surely Sola's attitude toward the object of my solicitude.<br /><br />Sarkoja, one of the older women who shared our domicile, had been present at the audience as one of the captive's guards, and it was toward her the question turned.<br /><h6>At once there came running to her from all directions a pack of great wolves.</h6>Flutter, flutter, went the flag, first to the right, then to the left. It was too far for me to recognise anyone there, but afterwards I learned that Ogilvy, Stent, and Henderson were with others in this attempt at communication. This little group had in its advance dragged inward, so to speak, the circumference of the now almost complete circle of people, and a number of dim black figures followed it at discreet distances.<br /><br />Suddenly there was a flash of light, and a quantity of luminous greenish smoke came out of the pit in three distinct puffs, which drove up, one after the other, straight into the still air.<br /><br />This smoke (or flame, perhaps, would be the better word for it) was so bright that the deep blue sky overhead and the hazy stretches of brown common towards Chertsey, set with black pine trees, seemed to darken abruptly as these puffs arose, and to remain the darker after their dispersal. At the same time a faint hissing sound became audible.[left-post]

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We decided to use this room, on the second floor and overlooking the plaza, for Dejah Thoris and Sola, and another room adjoining and in the rear for the cooking and supplies. I then dispatched Sola to bring the bedding and such food and utensils as she might need, telling her that I would guard De…

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