Scarborough Quotes

Asleep by the Smiths Vapour Trail by Ride Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum Dear Prudence by the Beatles Gypsy by Suzanne Vega Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues Daydream by Smashing Pumpkins Dusk by Genesis (before Phil Collins was even in the band!) MLK by U2 Blackbird by the Beatles Landslide by Fleetwood Mac Asleep by the Smiths (again!) -Charlie's mixtape

It’s hard to be different,” Scarborough said. “And perhaps the best answer is not to tolerate differences, not even to accept them. But to celebrate them. Maybe then those who are different would feel more loved, and less, well, tolerated.

From all of us Scarborough girls, greetings and thanks. This task required two, working together, trusting each other. It required the "us," not the "I." For that is true love, is it not?

THE ELFIN KNIGHT Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She must be a true love of mine Tell her she'll sleep in a goose-feather bed Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Tell her I sear she'll have nothing to dread She must be a true love of mine Tell her tomorrow her answer make known Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme What e'er she may say I'll not leave her alone She must be a true love of mine Her answer came in a week and a day Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme I'm sorry good sir, I must answer thee nay I'll not be a true love of thine From the sting of my curse she can never be free Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Unless she unravels my riddlings three She will be a true love of mine Tell her to make me a magical shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Without any seam or needlework Else she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strand Else she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to plow it with just a goat's horn Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme And sow it all over with one grain of corn Else she'll be a true love of mine And her daughters forever possessions of mine

Even the smallest thing can be enough to encourage someone who has decided to give up hope.

SCARBOROUGH FAIR, or, THE LOVER'S PROMISE (Lucy:) Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there Always he'll be a true love of mine Tell him I've made him a magical shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Without any seam or needlework Always he'll be a true love of mine (Zach:) Tell her she's found me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strand That makes her a true love of mine Tell her she's plowed it with just a goat's horn Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme She's sowed it all over with one grain of corn Yes, she is a true love of mine And her daughter forever a daughter of mine (Together:) Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember us to all who live there Ours will be true love for all time

Actually, tolerance and acceptance are different. To tolerate seems to mean that there is something negative to tolerate, doesn't it?

Continued pain is a signal to the body that there's something wrong, not right. Lucy Scarborough Nancy Werlin

Then you may travel to Scarborough to live with our aunt. In spring, you turn five-and-twenty and may travel where you wish then.” “I am not five-and-twenty!” Caroline insisted. “I shall be two-and-twenty.” “Does time flow backwards at your command?” Hurst asked. “That is most convenient.

Well, Scarborough cares, doesn’t he? Maximus doesn’t—not really. No doubt he’s a bit compelled by the chase, but if he doesn’t win”—she shrugged her shoulders—“he’ll simply find another suitable heiress. She—Lady Penelope herself—doesn’t really matter to him. And if it comes right down to it, wouldn’t you chose passion—however old—over dispassion?

It’s okay that you like him,” Spam says. “Serial killers are really popular. They get prison married and everything.

Samuel Butler suggests that machines will be the real rulers in the coming ages, that man will be preserved only to feed and care for the machines

Drink a bottle of cheap champagne. Mix with orange juice. A large Glenmorangie. Milk and blackish toast. Half a bottle of Blue Nun. Budweiser. Budweiser. Go to church. Say I do etc. Budweiser. Murphy’s. Jameson. Budweiser. Stella. Stella. Cake. Stella. Jameson. Stella. Vodka and orange. Vodka and black. Speech, speech. Vodka. Vodka. Double Jameson. Double vodka. Double vodka. Get carry-outs of barley wine. Say goodbye to aunties. Uncles. Mothers etc. Stop car on M18. Vomit. Sleep. Dream of dim-lit hallways and a black door. Wake up between Scarborough and Robin Hood’s Bay. Her not saying much. Driving.

There was a feeling of freshness and vigour in the very streets; and when I got free of the town, when my foot was on the sands and my face towards the broad, bright bay, no language can describe the effect of the deep, clear azure of the sky and ocean, the bright morning sunshine on the semicircular barrier of craggy cliffs surmounted by green swelling hills, and on the smooth, wide sands, and the low rocks out at sea—looking, with their clothing of weeds and moss, like little grass–grown islands—and above all, on the brilliant, sparkling waves. And then, the unspeakable purity—and freshness of the air! There was just enough heat to enhance the value of the breeze, and just enough wind to keep the whole sea in motion, to make the waves come bounding to the shore, foaming and sparkling, as if wild with glee. Nothing else was stirring—no living creature was visible besides myself. My footsteps were the first to press the firm, unbroken sands;—nothing before had trampled them since last night’s flowing tide had obliterated the deepest marks of yesterday, and left them fair and even, except where the subsiding water had left behind it the traces of dimpled pools and little running streams.

Wish best for those who wish you the worst, for the worst of wishes need it most".

Surveys consistently say that Americans end up in jobs they don’t love or even like. Why do you think so many people have difficulty finding or creating satisfying employment?

Fifty percent of human DNA is identical to the DNA of a banana. —

Nikki and Vikki were Honeybunnies before they were Darklings?

the world loves a ghost, yet we like to take our ghosts vicariously, preferably in fiction. We'd rather see than be one.

This deep, prolonged disturbance in my heart remained wholly unaccounted for.

A distinguished historian has said that one of the most valuable things about history is that it teaches us how things do not happen.

If you want to spot a liar, just remember that concealing the truth is like swallowing a slow-acting poison. It might take a while, but it will get them in the end. —VICTOR FLEMMING I

And it was not only calls from friends worried about him, but staffers calling people to call him and say Simmer down. “Who do you have in there?” said Joe Scarborough in a frantic call. “Who’s the person you trust? Jared? Who can talk you through this stuff before you decided to act on it?” “Well,” said the president, “you won’t like the answer, but the answer is me. Me. I talk to myself.

Joe Scarborough, a former Republican congressman, was even more damning in his MSNBC talk show, Morning Joe: But when you preach this kind of hatred, and say that an African American president hates all white people — stay with me — hates all white people, you are playing with fire. And bad things can happen. And if they do happen, not only is Glenn Beck responsible, but conservatives who don’t — call — him — out — are responsible.

Refreshed, delighted, invigorated, I walked along, forgetting all my cares, feeling as if I had wings to my feet, and could go at least forty miles without fatigue, and experiencing a sense of exhilaration to which I had been an entire stranger since the days of early youth. About half–past six, however, the grooms began to come down to air their masters’ horses—first one, and then another, till there were some dozen horses and five or six riders: but that need not trouble me, for they would not come as far as the low rocks which I was now approaching. When I had reached these, and walked over the moist, slippery sea–weed (at the risk of floundering into one of the numerous pools of clear, salt water that lay between them), to a little mossy promontory with the sea splashing round it, I looked back again to see who next was stirring. Still, there were only the early grooms with their horses, and one gentleman with a little dark speck of a dog running before him, and one water–cart coming out of the town to get water for the baths. In another minute or two, the distant bathing machines would begin to move, and then the elderly gentlemen of regular habits and sober quaker ladies would be coming to take their salutary morning walks. But however interesting such a scene might be, I could not wait to witness it, for the sun and the sea so dazzled my eyes in that direction, that I could but afford one glance; and then I turned again to delight myself with the sight and the sound of the sea, dashing against my promontory—with no prodigious force, for the swell was broken by the tangled sea–weed and the unseen rocks beneath; otherwise I should soon have been deluged with spray. But the tide was coming in; the water was rising; the gulfs and lakes were filling; the straits were widening: it was time to seek some safer footing; so I walked, skipped, and stumbled back to the smooth, wide sands, and resolved to proceed to a certain bold projection in the cliffs, and then return.

She thinks very distinctly of two things. The first is a photograph of herself at nine years old in a red swimsuit on a beach, she can’t remember where, Filey or Scarborough perhaps. She is with her mother and father who are swinging her towards the camera, their sunburnt faces buckled with laughter. Then she thinks of Dexter, sheltering from the rain on the steps of the new house, looking at his watch, impatient; he’ll wonder where I am, she thinks. He’ll worry.

I can’t imagine how you did it,’ she cried. ‘I didn’t have no time to imagine. It’s what folks imagines that gen’rally ruins ‘em. It’s like maggots in the brain. My hands and feet had to keep movin’ so fast that my head didn’t have no chance to contradict ‘em.

The second thing was to get a search of the prison going. The third was to alert the state police in Scarborough to the possibility of a breakout. That was the routine. It didn’t call for them to search the suspected escapee’s cell, and so no one did. Not then. Why would they? It was a case of what you see is what you get. It was a small square room, bars on the window and bars on the sliding door. There was a toilet and an empty cot. Some pretty rocks on the windowsill. And the poster, of course. It was Linda Ronstadt by then. The poster was right over his bunk. There had been a poster there, in that exact same place, for twenty-six years.

But I attach myself only to names and faces; and hoard them like amulets against disaster. I choose out across the hall some unknown face and can hardly drink my tea when she whose name I do not know sits opposite. I choke. I am rocked from side to side by the violence of my emotion. I imagine these nameless, these immaculate people, watching me from behind bushes. I leap high to excite their admiration. At night, in bed, I excite their complete wonder. I often die pierced with arrows to win their tears. If they should say, or I should see from a label in their boxes, that they were in Scarborough last holidays, the whole town runs gold, the whole pavement is illuminated. Therefore, I hate my looking-glasses which show me my real face. Alone, I often fall down into nothingness.

On July 26, 1948, Truman issued an executive order desegregating the armed forces: It is hereby declared to be the policy of the President that there shall be equality of treatment and opportunity for all persons in the armed services without regard to race, color, religion or national origin. This policy shall be put into effect as rapidly as possible, having due regard to the time required to effectuate any necessary changes without impairing efficiency or morale.

She asked the girl for a guitar. “Sure,” said the girl, switching off the radio and bringing out an old guitar. The dog raised its head and sniffed the instrument. “You can’t eat this,” Reiko said with mock sternness. A grass-scented breeze swept over the porch. The mountains lay spread out before us, ridgeline sharp against the sky. “It’s like a scene from The Sound of Music,” I said to Reiko as she tuned up. “What’s that?” she asked. She strummed the guitar in search of the opening chord of “Scarborough Fair.” This was apparently her first attempt at the song, but after a few false starts she got to where she could play it through without hesitating. She had it down pat the third time and even started adding a few flourishes. “Good ear,” she said to me with a wink. “I can usually play just about anything if I hear it three times.” Softly humming the melody, she did a full rendition of “Scarborough Fair.” The three of us applauded, and Reiko responded with a decorous bow of the head. “I used to get more applause for a Mozart concerto,” she said. Her milk was on the house if she would play the Beatles’ “Here Comes the Sun,” said the girl. Reiko gave her a thumbs-up and launched into the song. Hers was not a full voice, and too much smoking had given it a husky edge, but it was lovely, with real presence. I almost felt as if the sun really were coming up again as I sat there listening and drinking beer and looking at the mountains. It was a soft, warm feeling.

He cannot understand what a liar means, or he would know that he is one himself." "A man seldom has such knowledge as that." "Is it not so when he stigmatizes me in this way merely as an excuse to himself? He wants to be rid of me,—probably because I did not sit and hear him read the sermons. Let that pass. I may have been wrong in that, and he may be justified; but because of that he cannot believe really that I have been a liar,—a liar in such a determined way as to make me unfit to be his heir." "He is a fool, Harry! That is the worst of him." "I don't think it is the worst." "You cannot have worse. It is dreadful to have to depend on a fool,—to have to trust to a man who cannot tell wrong from right. Your uncle intends to be a good man. If it were brought home to him that he were doing a wrong he would not do it. He would not rob; he would not steal; he must not commit murder, and the rest of it. But he is a fool, and he does not know when he is doing these things.

Scarborough Demolishes Chris Christie

Kushner’s preferred outlet was Joe Scarborough and Mika Brzezinski’s Morning Joe, one of the president’s certain morning shows. Bannon’s first port of call was the alt-right media (“Bannon’s Breitbart shenanigans,” in Walsh’s view). By the end of the first month in the White House, Bannon and Kushner had each built a network of primary outlets, as well as secondary ones to deflect from the obviousness of the primary ones, creating a White House that simultaneously displayed extreme animosity toward the press and yet great willingness to leak to it. In this, at least, Trump’s administration was achieving a landmark transparency.

Early on, before getting down to attacking each other, Bannon and Kushner were united in their separate offensives against Priebus. Kushner’s preferred outlet was Joe Scarborough and Mika Brzezinski’s Morning Joe, one of the president’s certain morning shows. Bannon’s first port of call was the alt-right media (“Bannon’s Breitbart shenanigans,” in Walsh’s view). By the end of the first month in the White House, Bannon and Kushner had each built a network of primary outlets, as well as secondary ones to deflect from the obviousness of the primary ones, creating a White House that simultaneously displayed extreme animosity toward the press and yet great willingness to leak to it. In this, at least, Trump’s administration was achieving a landmark transparency. The constant leaking was often blamed on lower minions and permanent executive branch staff, culminating in late February with an all-hands meeting of staffers called by Sean Spicer—cell phones surrendered at the door—during which the press secretary issued threats of random phone checks and admonitions about the use of encrypted texting apps.

What’s more, Trump was receiving the censure of his friends, too. And it was not only calls from friends worried about him, but staffers calling people to call him and say Simmer down. “Who do you have in there?” said Joe Scarborough in a frantic call. “Who’s the person you trust? Jared? Who can talk you through this stuff before you decided to act on it?” “Well,” said the president, “you won’t like the answer, but the answer is me. Me. I talk to myself.” Hence, within twenty-four hours of the inauguration, the president had invented a million or so people who did not exist.

Many act as if they feel their work is over when they lead lost souls to Christ and open confession of Him. This is an important step, but only the first step. When their souls are saved then the important work of saving, preserving and utilizing life begins. “Grow in grace and the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour” (2 Peter 3:18) is God’s spiritual order at the doorway of the new life.

The world around us was named Scarborough. It had once been called “Scarberia,” a wasteland on the outskirts of a sprawling city. But now, as we were growing up in the early ’80s, in the heated language of a changing nation, we heard it called other names: Scarlem, Scarbistan. We lived in Scarbro, a suburb that had mushroomed up and yellowed, browned, and blackened into life.

I shall take my leave of you, Caroline, in Scarborough. While I accompany your brother, it is only to give him comfort. After that, you shall be dead to me,

is what is occurring in working memory,” according to Steve Joordens, Professor of Psychology, University of Toronto Scarborough.

Connor Scarborough was a local legend. Unlike most of the Holloway High kids who had been going to school together their entire lives, Connor hadn’t shown up until halfway through eighth grade. And when he did, he stood out like a sore thumb. Not because he was the new kid or because of his fondness for black tank tops and denim jackets, but because of the scar. Red and jagged, it ran from beneath his bangs all the way down through his left eye to the middle of his cheek. And it didn’t take long at all for the stories to start. Or for the cruel nicknames to spread.

He pumped me as if there was no tomorrow

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The silence of the room was disturbed by a book that flew open with fluttering leaves,

Joe Scarborough and Mika Brzezinski should be herded into a rocket and shot into space for their brown-nosing of Trump A

By Anne McCaffrey and Elizabeth Ann Scarborough: Powers that Be Power Lines Power Play

They’d combed the city. The nearby Scarborough marshes. A lot of people thought she might turn up in the harbor. She hadn’t. She’d turned up here. McCabe

Conosci già la casa di Scarborough e ti piaceva stare lì. Avremo più spazio. Ricominceremo daccapo.

I am rocked from side to side by the violence of my emotion. I imagine these nameless, these immaculate people, watching me from behind bushes. I leap high to excite their admiration. At night, in bed, I excite their complete wonder. I often die pierced with arrows to win their tears. If they should say, or I should see from a label on their boxes, that they were in Scarborough last holidays, the whole town runs gold, the whole pavement is illuminated. Therefore I hate lookingglasses which show me my real face. Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.

Just as Churchill stood alone against Hitler’s war machine in 1940, it would now be Harry Truman’s government standing alone against Stalin’s designs on Western Europe seven years later.

Most Americans believed that winning two European wars in a single generation was more than should be required of American troops,

Given what we know today about Stalin’s crimes against his own people, it is hard to imagine that as late as 1947, most Americans saw “Uncle Joe’s” USSR as an ally. Since Germany’s invasion of Russia in June 1941, the Soviet Union joined with the Allies and bore the brunt of the fighting.

HARRY TRUMAN FACED more consequential crises in his first years in office than any president in US history, with the notable exceptions of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. Truman spent his first few months guiding the United States to victory over Hitler, making the fateful decision to end the Pacific War through the use of two atomic bombs, and working through the details of a postwar world order. Within two years, his administration would have little choice but to confront Stalin and the Soviets,

decision the president would make in 1948 would prove to be equally profound on the shape of world history when Truman decided to recognize Israel’s existence following Britain’s rapid withdrawal in 1948 from Palestine.

The ancient Jewish homeland was then a possession of the Ottoman Empire, and within it lived hundreds of thousands of Arabs scattered in villages throughout the territory. Many Palestinian residents understandably viewed the Jewish influx with alarm.

The British government briefly considered the establishment of a Jewish homeland in Uganda, to avoid antagonizing the Arabs in Palestine.

Jews continued moving into Palestine and their Zionist dream began looking more like a possibility than ever before. On November 29, 1947, amid much controversy, the United Nations announced the “partition” of Palestine into two states, one for Jews and the other for Arabs already living in the country. Truman had lobbied quietly for this partition, despite opposition from the Arab states, the British, and his own State Department. He wrote later of his belief that partition “could open the way to peaceful collaboration between the Arabs and the Jews.” Six months later, the British formally withdrew, and the partition went into effect in May 1948. Jews around the world rejoiced, but Arab leaders were understandably enraged and threatened war. Despite his support for partition and sympathy for the plight of Jews, Truman was cautious about offering public support for Zionism. Given the growing tension in the region, he thought it was in America’s best interest for their president to be seen as an honest broker in the conflict.

Sitting in the Oval Office, he pointed to a small statue of Andrew Jackson, one of Truman’s heroes,

On his desk in the Oval Office was a sign that read, “The Buck Stops Here,” and as Truman would later observe, “The President—whoever he is—has to decide. He can’t pass the buck to anybody. No one else can do the deciding for him. That’s his job.

he knew that the horror of the Holocaust cried out for redress, and that only a Jewish homeland could provide safe harbor for Jews seeking shelter and safety around the world. How long would Harry Truman agonize over this fateful decision?

At six p.m., Washington time, the new state was declared in Palestine, and given the name of Israel. It could not survive without the recognition and support of the most powerful country in the world. At 6:11, the White House announced that the United States would do just that by recognizing Israel’s existence. The Israeli nation was born, and America was the first to acknowledge it.

ALMOST IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING the declaration, Israel’s new neighbors attacked in concert: Iraq, Syria, Egypt, and Jordan invaded in an attempt to deal Zionism an instantaneous death blow. In a remarkable display of military skill and determination against overwhelming odds, made more impressive given the arms embargo maintained by the United States—the nascent Israeli army repulsed the invading countries. The fighting would continue periodically for another forty years until the 1979 Camp David Accords.

Chaim Weizmann, who not long before had slipped into the White House unseen, was to be the first president of Israel.

The Truman Doctrine was not a declaration of war, but the recognition of a cold war with the Soviet Union that had already begun.

Despite his foreign policy successes, few gave Truman a chance of being reelected. The president went into his White House run deeply unpopular.

By 1948, “to err is Truman” became a popular expression, and a Newsweek poll of fifty political pundits found that every one of them predicted his defeat. His 1948 Republican opponent was the popular Governor Thomas E. Dewey of New York, who had been the party’s nominee against Roosevelt four years before.

Election Day brought one of the most astonishing political upsets in history: Truman won with 303

To his eternal delight, the Chicago Daily Tribune printed its front page before the polls had closed, with the blazing headline: DEWEY DEFEATS TRUMAN. In one of the most famous photographs in American political history, a beaming Truman holds up the paper in triumph. He had reason to rejoice: Not only had he won a miraculous political victory, but the Democrats had retaken both houses of Congress. The Republican reign on Capitol Hill was over after two short years, and the Democrats reasserted their longstanding dominance in Washington.

Vietnam War threatened to tear that consensus asunder, as the disaster in Southeast Asia consumed the presidency of Lyndon Johnson, the Democratic Party began questioning the costs of American global leadership

But the eventual triumph of the West vindicated Harry Truman’s vision declared before Congress in 1947. In the decades between Truman’s speech and the collapse of the Iron Curtain, America had, in fact, become Reagan’s “city on a hill” and FDR’s “arsenal of democracy.

Donald Trump’s foreign policy was framed by his hostility to Western democratic leaders and a bizarre attraction to former KGB agent and current Russian president Vladimir Putin. Trump let pass no opportunity to undermine NATO, a bulwark against Russian aggression since its founding. Trump also, in effect, ceded Syria to Putin, giving Russia its first beachhead in the Middle East since 1973. And his constant attacks on America’s most faithful ally during the Cold War, Germany, led to the American president playing into Russia’s hands again by withdrawing troops from the country. While Trump’s “America First” theme initially struck a nerve with voters, his ignorance of history and lack of diplomatic skill prevented

his administration from making progress on any significant foreign policy issue over four years. His open hostility toward democratically elected leaders and his open admiration for autocrats also caused grave damage to America’s reputation on the international stage.

Harry Truman and the United States saved the free world.” Churchill’s declaration that Truman saved civilization itself is perhaps the greatest tribute to the thirty-third president, a historical giant dismissed in his time as a strange, little man.

On Trial – Spurs are giving a month’s trial to an amateur, Wm. E. Nicholson, an inside-right of Scarborough Working Men’s Club. He recently celebrated his 17th birthday. His height is 5ft 8in and weight 10st 12lb.

Spectators of life are not those who will retain their liberties nor are they likely to contribute to their country’s security.

I’m in no doubts.” Jim seemed to mock himself with a rueful grin, and pushed up to his feet. “If we’re going out, I’d best organize some clothes.” Ryan looked him up and down with sultry eyes, half-naked as he was. “Don’t dress on my account.”                 “On yours? No. But I think we may get thrown out of the best restaurant in Scarborough if I don’t put something on.” Jim winked at him, teasing, beguiling, and stepped out of the room.

Milner simply cannot have really existed, except perhaps in a tale by Baron von Munchausen. And yet there he stood at the Scarborough races, looming gigantically over the wee mannikin Wilberforce.

She’d also noted that the volume was stamped Property of the Longboat Hotel, Scarborough and the bookmark was a folded copy of a bill for a week’s stay directed to the account of Mr. and Mrs. A.H. Dalziel.

Scarborough, ME, and Hobe Sound, FL. Thank you, Paula! Ingredients: 1-1/2 cups old-fashioned oatmeal (not quick cooking type), divided use 2 cups all-purpose flour 1 tsp. baking powder 1 tsp. baking soda 1 tsp. salt 2 sticks (1 cup) unsalted butter, softened 1 cup granulated sugar 1 cup firmly packed light-brown sugar 1 tbsp. vanilla extract 3/4 cup chunky peanut butter 2 large eggs 2 cups semisweet chocolate chips 8 oz. semisweet chocolate, grated (may substitute 8 oz. semisweet chocolate chips and process until finely ground in food processor) Directions: Place 1 cup oatmeal in bowl of food processor; pulse until finely ground. Transfer to a large bowl and add remaining 1/2 cup whole oatmeal, flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Reserve. In another large bowl, combine butter and both sugars and beat on medium speed of electric mixer until light and fluffy. Beat in vanilla and peanut butter. Add eggs, 1 at a time, beating well after each addition. Gradually beat in reserved oat/flour mixture. Add chocolate chips and grated chocolate, beating just until combined. Chill cookie dough, covered, at least 2 hours and up to 1 week. Form rounded tablespoons of dough into balls and arrange about 2 inches apart on parchment-lined sheet pans. Flatten balls slightly and bake in a preheated 325°F oven in batches in middle of oven 15-17 minutes or until just slightly firm—do not overbake! Cool cookies 5 minutes and transfer to racks to cool completely. Yield: 4-1/2 dozen cookies.

I felt about the city as I felt about the house in Scarborough : it was a place where the past was alive in the present, where a man could find a place for himself as long as he understood the fact that he was a link in the chain, for a man cut off from his past was a man adrift in the present.

It’s not what I’d choose, but I didn’t know what else to do. Oh, why aren’t girls taught to make their living and take care of themselves, the same as men?

When you look at it one way, a man don’t amount to a pin-point. But I’m more of a man when I’m out here on the plains. Seems like I can stand up on my hind legs and look God in the face man to man, you might say, and He understands me, and I understand Him.” Letty felt vaguely shocked at what she thought might be irreverence. “I think you can find God best in a church,” she said with prim shyness. “I ain’t sayin’ you can’t find Him there. He must come there sometimes, anyways, to show He appreciates the trouble folks go to fix a place for Him. But I have an idea He’s kind o’ notionate, like me - gets fidgety if you try to pin Him in a house too long.

Bev’s the whole world to me. I love him like a cyclone. And I love him too the way a prairie feels when it’s still and calm at night, when the wind don’t blow an’ the spring flowers are in bloom and the stars shine soft.

And what sound does ough make? As somone once noted, “A rough, dough-faced, thoughtful ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough; after falling into a slough, he coughed and hiccoughed.” This should be read by the learned as “A ruff, doe-faced, thawtful plowman strode throo the streets of Scarboruh; after falling into a sloo, he coffed and hiccupped.” Quite a language we have here.

多伦多大学（University of Toronto），于1827年根据英国乔治四世颁布的皇家宪章所建立，是殖民时代加拿大最早建立的高等学府之一。它早期名为“国王学院（King's College）”，直至1849年脱离圣公会而成为非宗教大学，并改为现名。学校经过接近二百年的蓬勃发展已成为被公认为的加拿大综合实力第一的顶尖学府，在“2016全球大学影响力排名”中多伦多大学位列全球第七。 虽然多伦多大学的学术地位极高，但原本并未在我的旅行计划之中。毕竟在我固有的印象中，整个加拿大的历史也不过200年，因此学校也未必让人多有期待。更何况以我多次在海外参观诸多名校的经验，多半只是在校区里闲散逛逛看看建筑，难以领略到一所学校的精髓所在。能说服我去多伦多大学参观游览的唯一理由，大概只是因为这里曾拍摄过诸多顶级IP的影视作品，《哈利波特》中的霍格沃茨魔法学校，《心灵捕手》里的算数走廊，或者是《时间旅行者的妻子》、《生化危机》、《机械战警》、《无敌浩克》。 能够引得诸多好莱坞导演青眼相加，想必有其过人之处。没想到打脸来得如此之快，我的多伦多大学之行简直就是大型“真香”现场，我才不会说，去了一次根本不够，隔几天又抽空去了第二次，甚至还意犹未尽的想去第三次呢…… 多伦多之行全程最爱的景点毫无疑问了！ 多伦多大学有三个校区：一个是圣乔治校区（St. George campus），位于多伦多市中心，为多伦多大学主校区所在地。另外两个校区为士嘉堡校区（Scarborough campus）和密西沙加校区（Mississauga campus），分别位于多伦多的东、西市郊。因此，所谓的游览多伦多大学，其实主要看的就是圣乔治校区。如许多欧洲大学一样，多伦多大学并未被围栏圈定出所谓的“校园”区域，而是多栋独立且各具特色的建筑环绕在女王公园附近。如果你要打车前往多伦多大学，司机多半是一头雾水的，需要详细地告诉司机要到哪个学院，最好精准到哪条街第几号。 多伦多大学的校园十分庞大，甚至连女王公园及其南侧的安大略省议会大厦都建在学校的地盘上。这片美丽的校园如同钢筋混凝土森林中的一片绿洲，古老的维多利亚建筑庄严典雅，令人心生敬畏。校园中少有车辆辚辚嘈杂和市尘喧嚷闹嚣，使人忘记了自己置身于世界上最活跃的大都市之一。 学校的Information Desk设在哈特之家Hart House，这也是多伦多大学的一个学生活动中心，集文化、娱乐等功能于一身，其中包括了体育场、音乐室、阅览室、图书馆、办公区、学习室、餐厅和大礼堂等。 这是一座建成于1919年的哥特式建筑，楼梯转角的超大拱形窗棂超级美，无怪乎这里成为了多伦多拍摄婚摄照的热门场地。二楼的阅览室虽然不大却很美，冬日阳光暖暖地洒进来，窝在窗前的皮沙发里，沉浸在片刻难得安享的宁静中，几乎就在这一刻，我已经替家里的小丫头决定好了她今后的目标大学。能在这样美好的学校里学习，在一个安静的午后静心下来读读书，是一种多么难能可贵的幸福啊。 择英教育是一所扎根国际教育的留学咨询服务公司，我们致力于为海内外中国学生提供优质的留学规划申请个性化指导服务和多元学习教育工具。择英愿与优秀学生一起，为国际求学计划做好准备。 联系我们：Telegram：eliteedu，QQ：3243685734 邮箱：eliteedu100@qq.com 多伦多大学保录取,多伦多大学保录取分数线,多伦多大学申请保录,多伦多大学保录取项目,多伦多大学保录取留学中介,申请多伦多大学保证录取,多伦多大学录取保申计划,留学多伦多大学申请保录取

Less than eleven years before he sat behind the Oval Office desk, Harry Truman had been the presiding judge of Jackson County, concerned with road building and his county’s payroll. Now he would be in charge of bringing the greatest war in history to a successful conclusion, and building a lasting peace out of the ruins of Europe and Japan.

The other four in the gang were hanged in short order, but because of my age, the magistrate handed me a lesser sentence. Ten months on the Scarborough." "Sir Ross was the magistrate who sentenced you," Lottie murmured, remembering what Sophia had told her. A bitter smile twisted Nick's mouth. "Little did either of us know that we would someday be brothers-in-law.