Dupont Quotes

This acute, “a selfdissolving contradiction,” Marx had very precisely seen and foreseen that “it establishes a monopoly in certain spheres and thereby requires state interference.” This contradiction “reproduces a new financial aristocracy” (how much Marx was right!), no matter it will call itself Communist Party of Soviet Union or DuPont Financial Circle. It reproduces “a new variety of parasites . . . , a whole system of swindling and cheating by means of corporation promotion, stock issuance, and stock speculation.

Jangan marah padaku kalau aku menangis.... Hari ini saja.... Kau boleh lihat sendiri nanti. Kau akan lihat tidak lama lagi aku akan kembali bekerja, tertawa, dan mengoceh seperti biasa.... Aku janji.... -Tara Dupont

Live or die my heart is yours, Sophie Dupont.

Even in their darkened bedroom, even to Desiree, Stella couldn’t bring herself to say. She always wanted to believe that there was something special about her but she knew that Mr. Dupont only picked her because he sensed her weakness. She was the twin who wouldn’t tell.

Mr. DuPont mused aloud, "Why is it, Captain, that we only appreciate what we have after it is gone? If only the thought of losing something or someone would cause us to value it while it's right under our nose.

Better living through chemistry

le sommeil d'un homme est chose sacrée.

Il ne s'agit pas d'être pour ou contre quoi que ce soit, mais d'avancer avec le vent qui vous pousse.

Cet inconnu me regarde pendant que j'éprouve une émotion ; vite cessons ce spectacle indigne

Each morning, the twins disappeared inside the Duponts’ house and in the evening, they emerged exhausted, feet swollen, Desiree slumping against the bus window during the ride home.

My company has had a safety program for 150 years. The program was instituted as a result of a French law requiring an explosives manufacturer to live on the premises with his family.

It was "Boom Boom" Dupont who had ripped Kit out of the Humvee after the IED went off, the IED that turned the entire undercarriage of his truck into a fiery wall that consumed the five men inside.

In The Invention of Literature (1999), the classical scholar Florence Dupont reminds us that many of the greatest works of human imagination were created to be performed, to be heard. Before the printing press and mass literacy, the written versions existed as blueprints or records of performances, recitals, speeches, songs, and other forms of oral communication. Voicing was an art of living creators, and the voice of the storyteller was

The original owner of your house was a man named George Barrett. He was an engineer for DuPont, the chemical company, up in Gibbstown. He had a wife and three daughters, and his cousin Annie came to live here in 1946, right after World War II.

Bobby Kennedy gave Cheasty a job with the committee at a salary of $5,000 a year. The FBI planted microphones and set up cameras. Cheasty notified Hoffa that he had an envelope with sensitive committee documents and wanted another cash installment in exchange for the envelope. The two men met near DuPont Circle in Washington, D.C. Cheasty handed the envelope to Jimmy Hoffa. Hoffa handed Cheasty $2,000 in cash. The exchange was photographed. The FBI moved in, catching Jimmy Hoffa red-handed with the documents. They arrested Jimmy Hoffa on the spot. When

For many of us, the companies we work for are an important cultural force in our lives. For instance, growing up, my dad liked to refer to himself as a DuPonter. All the pencils in our house were company-issued, embossed with phrases like Safety First, and my dad would light up every time a DuPont commercial came on television, sometimes even chiming in with the voice-over: “Better things for better living.” I think my dad only met the CEO of DuPont a handful of times, but he’d tell stories of his good judgment the way you might speak of a family war hero.

...By the way, here at Dupont we don't use 'Professor' or 'Doctor.' Everybody is 'Mister' or 'Miz.' Unless you're referring to a medical doctor. I'm sorry...Mr. Lewin...I didn't know that. Oh, it's just a harmless bit of reverse snobbery, actually. The idea is, if you're teaching at Dupont, of course you have a doctorate.

Another key feature? Thanks to the commitment and common sense of Dr. Randy Dupont, clinical director of emergency psychiatric services at the University of Tennessee Medical Center and a founding member of the Memphis CIT, if the cops brought someone to the center for an assessment, they were not turned away with some bureaucratic excuse.

Je sais que je ne comprends pas tout très vite, mais quand on m'explique, je finis par comprendre.

Sometimes, the past holds memories that were so fun and full of wonderful friendship, laughs, and music that when we think about those times...we have to smile

Common sense speaks clearly...if you listen

Insousiance, perverse notion, ne se savoure qu’une fois éteinte, lorsqu’elle est devenue souvenir.

Seule la littérature peut inverser le sort, le temps d'un poème.

In the morning, during her ride to Maison Blanche, she closed her eyes and slowly became her. She imagined another life, another past. No footsteps thundering up the porch steps, no ruddy white man grabbing her father, no Mr. Dupont pressing against her in the pantry. No Mama, no Desiree. She let her mind go blank, her whole life vanishing, until she became new and clean as a baby.

You combed Third Avenue last year For some small gift that was not too dear, Like a candy cane or a worn out truss, To give to a loving friend like us You'd found gold eggs for such wealthy hicks As the Edsel Fords and the Pittsburgh Fricks The Andy Mellons, the Teddy Shonts The Coleman T. and Pierre duponts But not one gift to brighten our home So I'm giving you back your Goddamn poem.

Laurie piped up again. 'At State, everybody calls diversity dispersity. What happens is, everybody has their own clubs, their own signs, their own sections where they all sit in the dining hall--all the African Americans are over there? . . . and all the Asians sit over't these other tables? -- except for the Koreans? -- because they don't get along with the Japanese so they sit way over there? Everybody's dispersed into their own little groups -- and everybody's told to distrust everybody else? Everybody's told that everybody else is trying to screw them over--oops!' -- Laurie pulled a face and put her fingertips over her lips -- 'I'm sorry!' She rolled eyes and smiled. 'Anyway, the idea is, every other group is like prejudiced against your group, and no matter what they say, they're only out to take advantage of you, and you should have nothing to do with them -- unless your white, in which case all the others are not prejudiced against you, they're like totally right, because you really are a racist and everything, even if you don't know it? Everybody ends up dispersed into their own like turtle shells, suspicious of everybody else and being careful not to fraternize with them. Is it like that at Dupont?

on peut aimer sans avoir peur qu’il arrive malheur à la personne qu’on aime, on peut donner sans avoir peur de perdre, il ne faut pas vivre les poings serrés, dans l’attente du danger, disait-elle, voilà ce que cet amour m’apprend,

nearly all of the astonishing productivity gains of the last century trace back to the work of a single man, Norman Borlaug, perhaps the best argument for the humanitarian virtue of America’s imperial century. Born to Iowa family farmers in 1914, he went to state school, found work at DuPont, and then, with the help of the Rockefeller Foundation, developed a new collection of high-yield, disease-resistant wheat varieties that are now credited with saving the lives of a billion people worldwide.

That night he got up out of bed and put on his maroon polo shirt, which everyone said he looked so handsome in, and went downstairs and drove off in his car, where he did not know. He just drove. ..drove around in that crimson glow of doughnut shops and new-car showrooms, in which all things, cars, faces, bodies, gleam with an otherworldly light, and he kept driving—never admitting what he was about—until he came to Dupont Circle and there he stopped and got out under the green trees and met a man and went into the park and blew him.

That night he got up out of bed and put on his maroon polo shirt, which everyone said he looked so handsome in, and went downstairs and drove off in his car, where he did not know. He just drove. (...)drove around in that crimson glow of doughnut shops and new-car showrooms, in which all things, cars, faces, bodies, gleam with an otherworldly light, and he kept driving—never admitting what he was about—until he came to Dupont Circle and there he stopped and got out under the green trees and met a man and went into the park and blew him.

Most crisis facilities’ failings,” Dupont said, “happen because they are underfunded, so they tend to restrict the doorway. Pretty soon there are facilities that will not take the handicapped, will not take the blind, the mentally ill, or those under the influence of alcohol and drugs. If I were [the] police, I would be asking, ‘Well what do you take?’ We are going to take all comers, and will sort it out. If it turns out to be a complicated medical problem which needs surgery, we can take that too. I think our ability to take care of the range of needs is what is impressive.”7

I have not drawn any conclusions, as yet,” says Simon. “In any case, I am less interested in her guilt or innocence, than in…” “Than in the mechanisms at work,” says Dr. DuPont. “That is not quite how I would put it,” says Simon. “It is not the tune played by the musical box, but the little cogs and wheels within it, that concern you.” “And you?” says Simon, who is beginning to find Dr. DuPont more interesting. “Ah,” says DuPont. “For me it is not even the box, with its pretty pictures on the outside. For me, it is only the music. The music is played by a physical object; and yet the music is not that object. As Scripture says, “The wind bloweth where it listeth.

Dupont had a long history of analysing Australia’s position in the world. He was also a pioneer in the study of links between climate change and international security, an area that few defence experts had explored. In 2006 he asserted in an article, written with Graeme Pearman, that the security implications of climate change had been largely ignored by public policy experts, academics and journalists. ‘Climate change is fast emerging as the security issue of the 21st century,’ he wrote, ‘overshadowing terrorism and even the spread of weapons of mass destruction as the threat most likely to cause mega-death and contribute to state failure, forced population movements, food and water scarcity and the spread of infectious diseases.

If you have to wear a hazmat suit to raise crops, why would you ever eat them? If you’re afraid of getting that crap on your skin, how much more insane would it be to put it in your mouth! Seriously? I often wonder, and I wish someone would research it if they haven’t already, whether the CEOs of Monsanto, Dupont, etc., eat GMO products and feed them to their families, or if they send out their ‘personal shoppers’ to the local farmer’s market to bring home fresh, organic produce every week? I suspect the latter. I’m quite sure they all have reverse osmosis water systems in their mansions. Let me put it bluntly, if I haven’t been clear so far. The day the CEO of Monsanto guzzles a gallon of Roundup, is the day I’ll consider buying their products, maybe.

Compared to cotton, synthetic fibers require a lot less water to produce, but that’s not necessarily a good enough argument for using them, since they have other significant impacts: they are still made of oil, and their production can require a lot of energy. MIT calculated that the global impact of producing polyester alone was somewhere between 706 million metric tons of carbon dioxide, or about what 185 coal-fired power plants emit in a year.2 Samit Chevli, the principal investigator for biomaterials at DuPont, the giant chemical company, has said that it will be hundreds of years before regular polyester degrades.3 Plus, while the chemicals used in production typically aren’t released to the environment, if factories don’t have treatment systems in the last phase of production, they can release antimony, an element that can be harmful to human health, as well as other toxins and heavy metals. Despite having just written a good amount about the impacts associated with the production of synthetic fibers, that’s actually not why I wanted to call attention to your yoga pants and dry-fit sweat-wicking T-shirts, which we wear out to dinner. It is hard for me to leave my fashion critique at the door, but what I actually want to say about synthetic fibers is that they are everywhere—not just in all of our clothes, but literally everywhere: rivers, lakes, oceans, agricultural fields, mountaintops, glaciers. Everywhere. Synthetic fibers, actually, may be one of the most abundant, widespread, and stubborn forms of pollution that we have inadvertently created.

Les bêtes, cela parle; et Dupont de Nemours Les comprend, chants et cris, gaîté, colère, amours. C'est dans Perrault un fait, dans Homère un prodige; Phèdre prend leur parole au vol et la rédige; La Fontaine, dans l'herbe épaisse et le genêt Rôdait, guettant, rêvant, et les espionnait; Ésope, ce songeur bossu comme le Pinde, Les entendait en Grèce, et Pilpaï dans l'Inde; Les clairs étangs le soir offraient leurs noirs jargons A monsieur Florian, officier de dragons; Et l'âpre Ézéchiel, l'affreux prophète chauve, Homme fauve, écoutait parler la bête fauve. Les animaux naïfs dialoguent entr'eux. Et toujours, que ce soit le hibou ténébreux, L'ours qu'on entend gronder, l'âne qu'on entend braire, Ou l'oie apostrophant le dindon, son grand frère, Ou la guêpe insultant l'abeille sur l'Hybla, Leur bêtise à l'esprit de l'homme ressembla.

Death appears as the harsh victory of the law of our ancestors of the dimension of our becoming. It is a fact that, as productivity increases, each succeeding generation becomes smaller in stature. The defeat of our fathers is revisited upon us as the limits of our world. Yes, structure is human, it is the monumentalization of congealed sweat, sweat squeezed from old exploitation and represented as nature, the world we inhabit, the objective ground. We do not, in our insect-like comings and going, make the immediate world in which we live, we do not make a contribution, on the contrary we are set in motion by it; a generation will pass before what we have done, as an exploited class, will seep through as an effect of objectivity. (Our wealth is laid down in heaven.) The structure of the world has been built by the dead, they were paid in wages, and when the wages were spent and they were in the ground, what they had made continued to exist, these cities, roads and factories are their calcified bones. They had nothing but their wages to show for what they had done, who they were and what they did has been cancelled out. But what they made has continued into our present, their burial and decay is our present. This is the definition of class hatred. We are no closer now to rest, to freedom, to communism than they were, their sacrifice has brought us nothing, what they did counted for nothing, we have inherited nothing, but they did produce value, they did make the world in which we now live, the world that now oppresses us is constructed from the wealth they made, wealth that was taken from them as soon as they were paid a wage, taken and owned by someone else, owned and used to define the nature of class domination. We too must work, and the value we produce leaks away from us, from each only a trickle but in all a sea of it and that, for the next generation, will thicken into wealth for others to own and as a congealed structure it will be used to frame new enterprises in different directions. The violence of what they produced becomes the structure that dominates our existence. Our lives begin amidst the desecration of our ancestors, millions of people who went to their graves as failures, and forever denied experiences of a full human existence, their simply being canceled out; as our parents die, we can say truly that their lives were for nothing, that the black earth that is thrown down onto them blacks out our sky.

She too looked like a regular lady, living in the world- didn't seem particularly with it or excitable or stellar. But that chicken, bathed in thyme and butter- I hadn't ever tasted a chicken that had such a savory warmth to it, a taste I could only suitably identify as the taste of chicken. Somehow, in her hands, food felt recognized. Spinach became spinach- with a good farm's care, salt, the heat and her attention, it seemed to relax into its leafy, broad self. Garlic seized upon its lively nature. Tomatoes tasted as substantive as beef.

DuPont, for 130 years, had confined itself to making munitions and explosives. In the mid-1920s it then organized its first research efforts in other areas, one of them the brand-new field of polymer chemistry, which the Germans had pioneered during World War I. For several years there were no results at all. Then, in 1928, an assistant left a burner on over the weekend. On Monday morning, Wallace H. Carothers, the chemist in charge, found that the stuff in the kettle had congealed into fibers. It took another ten years before DuPont found out how to make Nylon intentionally. The point of the story is, however, that the same accident had occurred several times in the laboratories of the big German chemical companies with the same results, and much earlier. The Germans were, of course, looking for a polymerized fiber—and they could have had it, along with world leadership in the chemical industry, ten years before DuPont had Nylon. But because they had not planned the experiment, they dismissed its results, poured out the accidentally produced fibers, and started all over again.

Elenco di titani. A destra una legione di pensatori, la Gironda; a sinistra un gruppo di atleti: la Montagna. Da un lato Brissot, che aveva avuto in consegna le chiavi della Bastiglia; Barbaroux, influenzatissimo dai Marsigliesi; Kéervélegan, che disponeva del battaglione di Brest accasermato al fabourg Saint-Marceau; Gensonné, che aveva consacrato una supremazia dei rappresentanti sui generali; il truce Gaudet, al quale la regina aveva mostrato alle Tulieries il delfino addormentato, il fatale Gaudet che baciò la fronte del fanciullo e fece mozzare la testa al padre; Salles, il chimerico delatore di collusioni della Montagna con l'Austria; Sillery, lo zoppo della destra come Couthon era lo storpio della sinistra; Lause-Duperret, che trattato da uomo scellerato da un giornalista, invitò a cena quest'ultimo affermando che, secondo lui, scellerato stava a significare semplicemente un uomo che pensava in modo differente; Rabaut-Saint-Étienne, che aveva iniziato il suo almanacco per il 1700 con le parole «La Rivoluzione è finita»; Quinette, che fu tra coloro che accelerarono la fine di Luigi XVI; il giansenista Camus, che stava redigendo la costituzione civile del clero, credeva ai miracoli del diacono Paris, e si prosternava ogni sera davanti a un Cristo alto sette piedi inchiodato al muro della sua stanza; Fauchet, un prete che con Camille Desmoulins aveva partecipato al 14 Luglio; Isnard, colpevole di aver asserito: «Parigi sarà distrutta», mentre Brunswick affermava: «Parigi sarà incendiata»; Jacob Dupont, il primo a professare: «Io sono ateo » ottenendo da Robespierre questa singolare risposta: «L'ateismo è aristocratico»; Lanjuinais, tenace, sagace, coraggioso bretone; Ducos, l'Eurialo di Boyer-Fonfrède, Rebecqui, il Pilade di Barbaroux, che presentò le dimissioni per il ritardo frapposto all'esecuzione di Robespierre; Richaud, ostile al permanere delle sezioni; Lasource, che aveva lanciato questo motto micidiale: «Guai alle nazioni che si mostrano riconoscenti» e che, ai piedi del patibolo, doveva contraddirsi con queste parole lanciate alla Montagna. «Noi moriamo perché il popolo sonnecchia, voi morirete quando si sveglierà» Biroteau, che fece decretare l'abolizione dell'inviolabilità, e fu così, l'incosciente fabbro della mannaia e carnefice di se stesso; Charles Villatte, che mise in pace la propria coscienza con questa protesta: «Non voterò mai sotto la minaccia di un coltello»; Luovet, autore di Fabulas, che finì come libraio in Palais-Royal avendo per cassiere Lodoiska; Mercier, autore dei Tableaux de Paris, il quale affermava: «Tutti i re hanno sentito sulla loro nuca il 21 gennaio»; Marec, che si preoccupava soltanto della «fazione degli antichi pregiudizi»il giornalista Carrà, che davanti al patibolo commentava: «Sono seccato di morire perché non potrò assistere al seguito»; Vigés che si vantava di essere granatiere del secondo battaglione di Mayenne-et-Loire, e che, alle minacce che gli venivano dalla tribuna del pubblico, urlava: «Io chiedo che al primo mormorio del pubblico, ognuno di noi esca di qui per marciare su Versailles, spada in pugno!»; Buzot, votato alla morte per fame;Valazé, votato al proprio pugnale; Condorcet, che doveva morire a Bourg-la-Reine, località ribattezzata Bourg Ėgalité, denunciato da un libro di Orazio che teneva in tasca; Pétion, adorato dalla folla nel 1792 e divorato dai lupi nel 1794, e altri venti ancora; Ponécoulant, Morbotz, Lidon, Saint-Martin, Dussaulx, traduttore di Giovenale e combattente nella campagna di Hannover, Boileau, Bertrand, Lesterp-Beuavais, Lesage, Gomaire, Gardien, Mainvielle, Duplantier, Lacaze, Antiboule, primo fra tutti, un Branave che veniva chiamato Vergniaud.

Freddie gave a laugh, and said, ‘Who do you suspect, June? Mam’zelle Dupont perhaps?

Ferenczi, Sándor, The Clinical Diary of Sándor Ferenczi, ed. Judith Dupont, trans. Michael Balint & Nicola Zarday Jackson (Harvard, 1988)

Delicious aromas wafted in from the kitchen. Eggs, Father Cousineau was quite certain, and unless he was mistaken, fresh bread, baked beans, cretons, some kind of pork glistening with fat, and a full and generous teapot were standing by. The American girl was at work. He noted happily that everyone in the Lamontagne family appeared to have gained weight, even though Lent had just ended. Well-rounded cheeks, tight clothes, generous bosoms... Old Ma Madeleine's sons and daughters had spent an anti-Lent to which the American cook's arrival was surely no stranger. The breakfast table had not yet been cleared when Madeleine the American asked the priest to take a seat. "Please, Father..." She disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a plate piled high with pancakes, eggs, and slices of ham. All swimming in a half-inch of maple syrup.

There was definitely a cat and another animal, probably a rabbit, in the shed. Her suspicions were confirmed soon enough. Madeleine lit a candle, its light illuminating a wooden hutch where an enormous rabbit was nibbling at some freshly picked clover. In her lap, the little grey cat was all grown up; it was the same cat Madeleine had been holding on the balcony the day when one look from her teal-colored eyes had been enough to floor poor Solange. Holy pictures were pinned over the hutch: Saint Anne, the Miraculous Virgin of the Smile (who cured ten-year-old Thérèse), Saint Veronica holding her veil, and Saint Joan of Arc had all been carefully pinned in a row, looking down tenderly over the big orange rabbit who went on munching his clover. Pinned to the frame of the hutch was a piece of wax paper with the animal's name- Lazarus- written on it. "His name's Lazarus," Madeleine whispered as she grabbed him by the ears. Solange winced in pain. "You have to pick them up by the ears or else you hurt them. I'll set him down on your lap." Solange had never touched a living rabbit before. She stroked Lazarus, who right then seemed to her to be the gentlest, most charming thing to ever have walked this earth.

The nuns were not the only ones to take an interest in French-Canadian cooking that fall. It was a November evening, a little before the first snow. With both her parents out, Madeleine opened the can of maple syrup she had stolen from the Damours grocery store. The maple syrup pie recipe was quite straightforward. Just five ingredients. But Madeleine prepared it with all the care and attention to detail that the Japanese take in making sushi. She worked in religious silence, without making a mess, without spilling flour. The sweet aroma of maple syrup soon floated over the kitchen, then the living room, as the syrup boiled with the heavy cream. A smell delectable enough to wake the dead, to make them wish they were still alive. Madeleine washed the utensils as she went, leaving no trace behind. Once the pie was in the oven, its aroma gained in strength and substance.

S. T. Dupont lighter

Como ilustração das mudanças de direção nos rumos tomados pelos negócios, uma guinada racional e oportunista, tenha em mente o seguinte exemplo: a Coca-Cola começou como um produto farmacêutico. A Tiffany & Co., chiquérrima empresa do ramo de comércio de joias, foi fundada como loja de artigos de papelaria. Os dois exemplos talvez sejam próximos, mas veja este: a Raytheon, que criou o primeiro sistema de orientação de mísseis, era uma fabricante de geladeiras (um de seus fundadores foi ninguém menos que Vannevar Bush, que concebeu o modelo linear teleológico de ciência que vimos anteriormente; vai entender!). Agora, pior: a Nokia, que costumava ser a maior fabricante mundial de telefones celulares, começou como uma fábrica de papel (em algum momento, dedicou-se à produção de sapatos de borracha). A DuPont, empresa hoje famosa por suas panelas antiaderentes de teflon, bancadas de cozinha de corian e o resistente tecido kevlar, no início era uma fabricante de explosivos. A Avon, empresa de cosméticos, começou vendendo livros de porta em porta. E, a mais estranha de todas, a Oneida Silversmiths, fabricante de artigos de prata, era um culto comunitário religioso, mas, por motivos de regulamentação legal, precisou usar como disfarce o modelo de sociedade anônima.

Kramer's sits on Connecticut Avenue just north of Dupont Circle and is a Washington institution of sorts, functioning as a bookstore, restaurant, and bar all in one. The front always swarms with people perusing the book displays, which overflow with stacks of paperbacks and hardbacks, everything from political memoirs to the juiciest works of fiction.

I would hear him say: “Lord, You turn the wheels of the galaxies. You know what makes the planets spin, and You know what makes this watch run. . .

Corrie,” he began instead, “do you know what hurts so very much? It’s love. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. There are two things we can do when this happens. We can kill the love so that it stops hurting. Then of course part of us dies, too. Or we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel.

Exactly. And our wise Father in heaven knows when we’re going to need things, too. Don’t run ahead of Him, Corrie. When the time comes that some of us will have to die, you will look into your heart and find the strength you need—just in time.

Willem saw things. He knew what was going on in the world. Much that he saw was frightening. Ten years ago, he had written in his doctoral thesis, done in Germany, that a terrible evil was taking root in that land. Right at the university, he said, seeds were being planted of a contempt for human life such as the world had never seen. Those who read his paper had laughed. Now people were not laughing about Germany.

know that the experiences of our lives, when we let God use them, become the mysterious preparation for the work He will give us to do. But I did not know that then.

A palm reader in Dupont Circle.

It's yesterdays mistakes realized, that will make today one the greatest of our lives" - Phil DuPont

If we ever stop dreaming of a better tomorrow, then we are surely destined to fade into yesterday

They say Time heals all wounds....I say Family, Friends and Love does

Michael Grayum lives in the greater Seattle area and hold a master’s degree in public administration. He has spent over 20 years in political, government, non-profit and corporate environments. From 2012 to 2016 he served as Mayor of DuPont Washington, and he was the Director of Public Affairs for the Puget Sound Partnership in Olympia Washington. Mr. Grayum has the spectrum of management and administrative functions.

Even the most insignificant details acquire, under Giotto's brush, a poignant human interest.

That’s the excitement in obedience,” Mr. de Graaf said. “Finding out later what God had in mind.

Far-fetched, perhaps, but it is just possible that that might apply to the Duponts. I can hardly credit it. M. Dupont is an archaeologist of world-wide reputation. He bears the highest character.’ ‘Which would facilitate matters very much for him,’ said Poirot. ‘Consider, my dear Fournier, how high has been the character, how lofty the sentiments, and how worthy of admiration the life of most swindlers of note—before they are found out!’ ‘True—only too true,’ agreed the Frenchman with a sigh. ‘A high reputation,’ said Poirot, ‘is the first necessity of a swindler’s stock in trade. An interesting thought.

Compte tenu de toutes les conditions dont je dirais à présent qu'elles sont les miennes, je ne peux qu'être content de ce que j'aie attrapé le cancer et qu'au cours de la psychothérapie tout ce que j'ai vécu jusqu'à présent se soit effondré. Il m'est impossible de souhaiter que tout cela ne se soit pas produit ; je ne peux que le trouver bien. Je ne peux pas souhaiter non plus que tout soit tout autrement car il me faudrait souhaiter alors d'être quelqu'un d'autre, et cela est impossible. Je ne peux pas souhaiter d'être M. Dupont plutôt que moi-même. Je ne puis pas souhaiter que ce qui a eu lieu jusqu'ici n'ait pas eu lieu ou ait eu lieu autrement, au contraire il me faut comprendre qu'étant donné les conditions de ma vie, tout ce qui s'est passé jusqu'à présent a dû se passer comme cela s'est passé et qu'il n'est ni possible ni souhaitable qu'il en soit autrement. La seule chose que je puisse souhaiter, c'est que la situation actuelle tourne bien ; d'ailleurs ce souhait est encore possible et parfaitement réaliste. Je n'ai nul besoin de souhaiter quelque chose d'irréel, tout ce qui serait irréel, je ne tiens pas du tout à me le souhaiter. Du fait que je vois la nécessité de ma position présente, elle me devient plus supportable que si je devais la considérer comme tout à fait absurde. (p. 219)

Evidently, we must learn to take responsibility for our own health, not delegate authority over our bodies to others. We need to view health care providers as facilitators who help us manage our health, rather than masters of it. We must fully empower our informed consent, and take the responsibility for doing our own research into the risks and benefits of what we choose to put into our bodies.

Les bellâtres, on les bourre de mensonges. Les autres, les laiderons, les moyens, les "cinq sur dix", ils se prennent la vérité crue. Plus vous êtes laid, plus on vous dit la vérité. Pourquoi? Je ne sais pas. On dirait que la beauté vous attire les mensonges. Vous croyez qu'on dit la vérité à Claudia Schiffer? Non, on lui dit ce qu'on croit qu'elle veut entendre. Peut-être les gens essaient-ils ainsi de cacher leur laideur devant vous, de se faire aimer des beaux et belles.

Finally, with a last glance around the store, I pushed out the door, which had a quaint old-time bell on an armature. I looked around and headed into a coffee shop nearby. DuPont Circle survives on chic and Café Cafe had that aplenty. The accent mark was a clue, as was the $25/LB. sign in one bin of dark beans. I ordered a black filtered Colombian, the cheapest thing on a menu full of exotic concoctions, none of which were to my mind coffee, tasty though they might be. I

The crash program for building the “super” dwarfed even the Manhattan Project. The AEC nearly tripled in size, growing from a handful of sites and 55,000 employees to 142,000 employees spread across more than a score of sites. It would devour nearly 7 percent of the nation’s entire electrical output, and, according to historian Richard Rhodes, exceed in capital investment the combined market capitalization of Bethlehem Steel, U.S. Steel, Alcoa, DuPont, Goodyear, and General Motors.

We pay a very high emotional price for hate, love and forgiveness are always free

If your ever having a bad day, sit and talk to a child. You'll walk away with a hundred reasons to smile

I typed the winery address into the GPS and then proceeded to pull out of the rental company driveway. I screeched and slammed on the brakes every four feet until I got out onto the street. There was going to be a learning curve. The GPS lady successfully got me over the Golden Gate, but I didn’t get to enjoy one minute of it. Paranoid that I was going to hit a pedestrian or a cyclist or launch myself off the massive bridge, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the car in front of me. Once I was out of the city, I spotted a Wendy’s and pulled off the highway. GPS lady started getting frantic. “Recalculating. Head North on DuPont for 1.3 miles.” I did a quick U-turn to get to the other side of the freeway and into the loving arms of a chocolate frosty. “Recalculating.” Shit. Shut up, lady. I was frantically hitting buttons until I was able to finally silence her. I made a right turn and then another turn immediately into the Wendy’s parking lot and into the drive-thru line. I glanced at the clock. It was three forty. I still had time. I pulled up to the speaker and shouted, “I’ll take a regular French fry and a large chocolate frosty.” Just then, I heard a very loud, abbreviated siren sound. Whoop. I looked into my rearview mirror and spotted the source. It was a police officer on a motorcycle. What’s he doing? I sat there waiting for the Wendy’s speaker to confirm my order, and then again, Whoop. “Ma’am, please pull out of the drive-thru and off to the side.” What’s going on? I quickly rolled the window all the way down, stuck my head out, and peered around until the policeman was in my view. “Are you talking to me?” To my absolute horror, he used the speaker again. “Yes, ma’am, I am talking to you. Please pull out of the drive-thru.” Holy shit, I’m being pulled over in a Wendy’s drive-thru. “Excuse me, Wendy’s people? You need to scratch that last order.” A few seconds went by and then a young man’s voice came over the speaker. “Yeah, we figured that,” he said before bursting into laughter and cutting the speaker off. The policeman was very friendly and seemed to find a little humor in the situation as well. Apparently I had made an illegal right turn at a red light just before I pulled into the parking lot. After completely and utterly humiliating me, he let me off with a warning, which was nice, but I still didn’t have a frosty. Pulling my old Chicago Cubs cap from my bag, I decided that nothing was going to get in the way of my beloved frosty. Going incognito, I made my way through the door. Apparently the cap was not enough because the Justin Timberlake–looking fellow behind the counter could not contain himself. “Hi,” I said. “Hi, what can I get you?” he said, and then he clapped his hand over his mouth, struggling to hold back a huge amount of laughter and making gagging noises in the back of his throat in the process. “Can I get an extra-large chocolate frosty please, and make it snappy.” “Do you still want the fries with that?” There was more laughter and then I heard laughter from the back as well. “No, thank you.” I paid, grabbed my cup, and hightailed it out of there.

But Crawford, Dupont, and Kit had done basic training at the same time, managed to get sent to 1-7 Cav, then spent the deployment together in Iraq. They'd trained, bitched, slept, and pissed together for the past two and a half years: it was the equivalent of knowing each other for about a decade in the civilian world.

Monsanto and DuPont Pioneer have grown into global seed giants, now controlling 45 percent of all the seed sold in the world. Short of going completely organic and dropping out of growing commodity grains, how is a farmer supposed to avoid raising corn and soybeans that have been genetically modified to withstand Roundup?

Walt flew into the state by private jet many times in the early 1960s. The trips to scout land were kept secret to avoid the inevitable escalation in land prices were the overall plan to become known. A clandestine operation, using phony company names, moved to acquire the land. But Orlando was not the first choice. At one point, Disney found a huge tract of gorgeous land in Florida's panhandle, along the Gulf coast. The Saint Joe Paper Company, a large timber and paper milling company founded in the 1930s by a du Pont air, owned it. When Disney himself approached the company's patrician chairman, Edward Balll, about buying the land, Ball sniffed, A condition operation, using phony company names, move to acquired the land. But Orlando was not the first choice. At one point, Disney found a huge tract of Korgis land in Florida Panhandle, I'm on the golf coast. The Saint Joe paper company, a large timber and paper milling Company found it in the 1930s by a Dupont air, owned it. When do you see himself approach the companies patrician chairman, Edward bowl, about buying the land, Ball sniffed, "We don't deal with carnival people.

The Numbers         Value of the property that Nixon claimed in 1972 was stolen each year by heroin addicts: $2 billion                    . . . claimed by South Dakota senator George McGovern: $4.4 billion                    . . . claimed by Nixon administration drug treatment expert Robert DuPont: $6.3 billion                    . . . claimed by Illinois senator Charles Percy: $10 billion–$15 billion                    . . . claimed by a White House briefing book on drug abuse distributed to the press: $18 billion         Total value of all reported stolen property in the United States in 1972: $1.2 billion         Number of burglaries committed by heroin addicts each year, per Nixon administration claims: 365 million         Total number of burglaries committed in the United States in 1971: 1.8 million

Nonetheless, at one point in Fallout 3 I was running up the stairs of what used to be the Dupont Circle Metro station and, as I turned to bash in the brainpan of a radioactive ghoul, noticed the playful, lifelike way in which the high-noon sunlight streaked along the grain of my sledgehammer's wooden handle.

In the 1950s Univac made the best computers for data processing, but by the late 1960s the company was in decline. DuPont asked Cutler to improve the reliability of its aging Univac, which meant fiddling with the machine’s operating system. Until then Cutler had never even thought about operating systems. But the company’s computer experts seemed not to know much either, and he jumped in. Computer

Dow Chemical has experimented with this concept in Europe, and DuPont is taking up this idea vigorously.

Firewater Sometimes I think how alcohol’s a marvelous solvent, can remove red people from a continent, turn bronze to guilt. What was DuPont’s old motto—Better things for better living through chemistry? You take potatoes from Peru, barley from Palestine, maize from Mexico, sugar cane from

According to most researchers who have been working intensively on the most powerful families on earth, the names are among others: Warburg, Rothschild, Rockefeller, DuPont, Russell, Onassis, Collins, Morgan, Kennedy, Hapsburg, Li, Bundy and Astor. The following families are closely interwoven with the leading families: Vanderbilt, Bauer, Whitney, Duke, Oppenheim, Grey, Sinclair, Schiff, Solvay, Oppenheimer, Sassoon, Wheeler, Todd, Clinton, Taft, Goldschmidt, Wallenberg, Guggenheim, Bush, Van Duyn and many others. For a long time both the power and money in the world has belonged to these families. Of course not everyone going by one of these names is related to such a powerful family. Many are unaware of what’s really going on in the world. Within the framework of this book, it is important to have a closer look at some of these ruling families.

The ruling families are also behind the worldwide drug trade. With the help of the CIA and the British secret service MI6, they are at the head of the worldwide drug mafia and control the entire trade and sale of drugs! During a television interview, Lewis DuPont let it slip that the worldwide drug trade was in the hands of powerful families.[25] Lewis DuPont was the driving spirit behind the book Dope (Executive Intelligence Review, 1975). This book reveals the leading figures in the world-wide drug trade. The following families and persons are associated with drug trade: the Astors, the DuPonts, the Kennedy’s, the Rockefellers, the Rothschilds, the Russells and the Chinese family Li. Because of his collaboration no this book, Lewis DuPont ran into substantial trouble with his family. Owing to a government informant, he narrowly escaped kidnapping, torture and brainwashing on his father’s yacht. He couldn’t press charges against his family for this, because the elite have control over the legal system to the farthest corners of the world.[26]

Son derece hafif; ancak bir o kadar güçlü olan (kevlar, çelikten 5 kata kadar daha güçlüdür) bu malzeme, özel üretim bazı mermiler haricinde pekçok mermiyi vücuda ulaşmadan durdurabilecek özelliktedir. DuPont Kimya Firması'nın kimyagerlerinden olan Stephanie Kwolek tarafından icat edilmiş ve patentlenmiştir. Kwolek, bu icadı yaptığında aslında araba tekerleklerini daha da hafifleştirecek bir proje üzerinde çalışmaktaydı ve kevları yanlışlıkla geliştirdi.

Sometimes, a new beginning isn't forgetting the past. it's just moving forward with all the wonderful memories that we possess as keepsakes that stay with us a lifetime.

I've learned two thing's in my 50+ years...Nothing is more valuable than love, and life is only truly lived if one's happy

We all have the ability to achieve the impossible within us, we need only to find what inspires us enough to release it.

You ever been to Tijuana?” he asked. Most of Dupont’s stories began with a question and ended with an insatiable woman, buck naked and begging for more.

Are you saying the Vatican only sent one agent to stop the end of the world?” I said. DuPont’s face took on a look of mock shock. “Heavens, no. They sent two of us. Same as the DMA.

How did nature manage to evolve such complicated architecture? Mandelbrot's point is that the complications exist only in the context of traditional Euclidean geometry. As fractals, branching structures can be described with transparent simplicity, with just a few bits of information. Perhaps the simplest transformations that gave rise to the shapes devised by Koch, Peano, and Sierpinski have their analogue in the coded instructions of an organism's genes. DNA surely cannot specify the vast number of bronchi, bronchioles, and alveoli or the particular spatial structure of the resulting tree, but it can specify a repeating process of bifurcation and development. Such processes suit nature's purposes. When E.I. Dupont de Nemours & Company and the United States Army finally began to produce a synthetic match for goose down, it was by finally realizing that the phenomenal air-trapping ability of the natural product came from the fractal nodes and branches of down's key protein, keratin. Mandelbrot glided matter-of-factly from pulmonary and vascular trees to real botanical trees, trees that need to capture sun and resist wind, with fractal branches and fractal leaves. And theoretical biologists began to speculate that fractal scaling was not just common but universal in morphogenesis. They argued that understanding how such patterns were encoded and processed had become a major challenge to biology.

I do not see death as the end anymore. I see it as a transition towards another world or realm.

Bridges are powerful symbols that speak to us of going from one place to another or moving from one stage to another. This tragic event was a catalyst or bridge that allowed me to reaffirm my belief in a loving presence that sustained me throughout this very challenging time in my life.

I believe we have come to this Earth to learn to detach ourselves from the material and physical aspects of our lives, as well as to learn to detach from our past failures and worries about the future. We are meant to learn to live in the present moment.

When you push the boundaries, a lot of it is just probing. It has to be inefficient,” Casadevall told me. “What’s gone totally is that time to talk and synthesize. People grab lunch and bring it into their offices. They feel lunch is inefficient, but often that’s the best time to bounce ideas and make connections.” When engineer Bill Gore left DuPont to form the company that invented Gore-Tex, he fashioned it after his observation that companies do their most impactful creative work in a crisis, because the disciplinary boundaries fly out the window. “Communication really happens in the carpool,” he once said. He made sure that “dabble time” was a cultural staple.

General Motors could buy Delaware if DuPont were willing to sell it.

Mais dans d'autres situations, la notion de hasard prend une signification essentielle et non plus simplement opérationnelle. C'est le cas, par exemple, de ce que 'on peut appeler les 'coïncidences absolues', c'est-à-dire celles qui résultent de l'intersection de deux chaînes causales totalement indépendantes l'une de l'autre. Supposons par exemple que le Dr Dupont soit appelé d'urgence à visiter un nouveau malade, tandis que le plombier Dubois travaille à la réparation urgente de la toiture d'un immeuble voisin. Lorsque le Dr Dupont passe au pied de l'immeuble, le plombier lâche par inadvertance son marteau, dont la trajectoire (déterministe) se trouve intercepter celle du médecin, qui en meurt le crâne fracassé. Nous disons qu'il n'y a pas eu de chance. Quel autre terme employer pour un tel événement imprévisible par sa nature même? Le hasard ici doit évidemment être considéré comme essentiel, inhérent à l'indépendance totale des deux séries d'événements dont la rencontre produit l'accident. Or entre les événements qui peuvent provoquer ou permettre une erreur dans la réplication du message génétique et ses conséquences fonctionnelles, il y a également indépendance totale. L'effet fonctionnel dépend de la structure, du rôle actuel de la protéine modifiée, des interactions qu'elle assure, des réactions qu'elle catalyse. Toutes choses qui n'ont rien à voir avec l'événement mutationnel lui-même, comme avec ses causes immédiates ou lointaines, et quelle que soit d'ailleurs la nature, déterministe ou non, de ces 'causes'.

Michael Grayum - An Expert In Public Administration Michael Grayum is an expert in public administration and has served as an experienced Public Affairs Director. He was mayor of DuPont, Washington for four years and attended Pacific Lutheran University where he received his bachelor’s degree in business administration. He continued his education at University of Washington’s Evans School of Public Policy and Governance, where he earned a master’s degree in public administration.

In 1928, within weeks of moving to DuPont, Carothers decided to prove his theory about the bonding in giant molecules by building one. One of the best-known reactions in organic chemistry involves creating compounds called esters by joining together certain acids and alcohols. Carothers hypothesized that molecules that had acid functions on both ends could be reacted with molecules that had alcohol groupings on both ends in order to form long chains. He was right: Carothers had invented polyesters

Esme DuPont.

Eleanor slowly rides onto the drawbridge. She feels for the blade sewn into the lining at the side of her bodice. This is a trick she inherited from her grandfather. (I adopted it too, and perfected it. The blade springs up under pressure, so if an enemy throws their weight on top of me, it will pierce his heart.)

The first chlorofluorocarbon compound they synthesized was dichlorodifluoromethane (CCl2F2), known as F12 and sold under the proprietary name Freon, whose intermediate was trichlorofluoromethane (CFCl3 known as F11), and although they did not make it, they were aware that they could also produce the overfluorinated alternative, chlorotrifluoromethane (CF3Cl), known as F13. They sniffed F12 and survived the experiment; then they organized a series of guinea pig tests proving the compound’s safety. In April 1930 Midgley introduced Freon at the American Chemical Society meeting in a surprising manner, inhaling a bit of it on stage (nontoxic!) and slowly exhaling it to distinguish a candle flame (nonflammable!). In August 1930 GM and DuPont set up a joint stock company to make and market the compound, and Freon received its US patent (under the generic title Heat transfers) in November 1931.

On ferme son claque-merde et on suit les consignes

Without an audience, the bard is just another madcap tossing words into the void.

Old men don't cry; they only try and wash away old mistakes.