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Book 1: 'Expert Oracle Database Architecture' by Tom Kyte. Finally. I feel better again. I have now read chapter 10 about Database Tables again. Apart from the bit about Object Tables it was OK. Today I´m starting up on chapter 11: Indexes. On the 22nd of november. I will join Anjo Kolk and Jeroen Evers in Holland where I will attend a training session. I will also do a small presentation of MEEP and my Experiences with the programme.

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Who Stole the Tarts? We reach the last but one chapter of the first Alice book. The trial begins of the Knave of Hearts on the charge of stealing the tarts. Many familiar faces are present in the court room. The judge is the King and his is assisted by the ferocious queen. The Mad Hatter gives some very nervous evidence and is contradicted by the March Hare. The juror’s box is filled with small animals and birds who feaverishly take notes. Alice begins to doubt that justice really will be done. The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne whenthey arrived with a great crowd assembled about them–all sortsof little birds and beasts as well as the whole pack of cards:the Knave was standing before them in chains with a soldier oneach side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit,with a trumpet in one hand and a scroll of parchment in theother. In the very middle of the court was a table with a largedish of tarts upon it: they looked so good that it made Alicequite hungry to look at them–`I wish they’d get the trial done,’she thought. `and hand round the refreshments!’ But there seemedto be no chance of this so she began looking at everything abouther to pass away the time. Alice had never been in a court of justice before but she hadread about them in books and she was quite pleased to find thatshe knew the name of nearly everything there. `That’s thejudge,’ she said to herself. `because of his great wig.’ The judge by the way was the King; and as he wore his crownover the wig. (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how hedid it,) he did not look at all comfortable and it was certainlynot becoming. `And that’s the jury-box,’ thought Alice. `and those twelvecreatures,’ (she was obliged to say `creatures,’ you see becausesome of them were animals and some were birds,) `I suppose theyare the jurors.’ She said this last word two or three times overto herself being rather proud of it: for she thought andrightly too that very few little girls of her age knew themeaning of it at all. However. `jury-men’ would have done justas well. The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates.`What are they doing?’ Alice whispered to the Gryphon. `Theycan’t have anything to put down yet before the trial’s begun.’ `They’re putting down their names,’ the Gryphon whispered inreply. `for fear they should forget them before the end of thetrial.’ `Stupid things!’ Alice began in a loud indignant voice butshe stopped hastily for the White Rabbit cried out. `Silence inthe court!’ and the King put on his spectacles and lookedanxiously round to make out who was talking. Alice could see as well as if she were looking over theirshoulders that all the jurors were writing down `stupid things!’on their slates and she could even make out that one of themdidn’t know how to spell `stupid,’ and that he had to ask hisneighbour to tell him. `A nice muddle their slates’ll be inbefore the trial’s over!’ thought Alice. One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course,Alice could not stand and she went round the court and gotbehind him and very soon found an opportunity of taking itaway. She did it so quickly that the poor little juror (it wasBill the Lizard) could not make out at all what had become ofit; so after hunting all about for it he was obliged to writewith one finger for the rest of the day; and this was of verylittle use as it left no mark on the slate. On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet andthen unrolled the parchment scroll and read as follows:– `The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts. All on a summer day: The Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts. And took them quite away!’ `Not yet not yet!’ the Rabbit hastily interrupted. `There’sa great deal to come before that!’ `Call the first witness,’ said the King; and the White Rabbitblew three blasts on the trumpet and called out. `Firstwitness!’ The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup inone hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. `I begpardon your Majesty,’ he began. `for bringing these in: but Ihadn’t quite finished my tea when I was sent for.’ The Hatter looked at the March Hare who had followed him intothe court arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. `Fourteenth of March. Ithink it was,’ he said. `I keep them to sell,’ the Hatter added as an explanation;`I’ve none of my own. I’m a hatter.’ `Give your evidence,’ said the King; `and don’t be nervous orI’ll have you executed on the spot.’ This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he keptshifting from one foot to the other looking uneasily at theQueen and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of histeacup instead of the bread-and-butter. Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation whichpuzzled her a good deal until she made out what it was: she wasbeginning to grow larger again and she thought at first shewould get up and leave the court; but on second thoughts shedecided to remain where she was as long as there was room forher. `I wish you wouldn’t squeeze so.’ said the Dormouse who wassitting next to her. `I can hardly breathe.’ `Don’t talk nonsense,’ said Alice more boldly: `you knowyou’re growing too.’ `Yes but I grow at a reasonable pace,’ said the Dormouse:`not in that ridiculous fashion.’ And he got up very sulkilyand crossed over to the other side of the court. All this time the Queen had never left off staring at theHatter and just as the Dormouse crossed the court she said toone of the officers of the court. `Bring me the list of thesingers in the last concert!’ on which the wretched Hattertrembled so that he shook both his shoes off. `Give your evidence,’ the King repeated angrily. `or I’ll haveyou executed whether you’re nervous or not.’ `I’m a poor man your Majesty,’ the Hatter began in atrembling voice. `–and I hadn’t begun my tea–not above a weekor so–and what with the bread-and-butter getting so thin–andthe twinkling of the tea–’ `Of course twinkling begins with a T!’ said the King sharply.`Do you take me for a dunce? Go on!’ `I’m a poor man,’ the Hatter went on. `and most thingstwinkled after that–only the March Hare said–’ `Well at any rate the Dormouse said–’ the Hatter went on,looking anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but theDormouse denied nothing being fast asleep. The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter,and went down on one knee. `I’m a poor man your Majesty,’ hebegan. Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered and was immediatelysuppressed by the officers of the court. (As that is rather ahard word. I will just explain to you how it was done. They hada large canvas bag which tied up at the mouth with strings:into this they slipped the guinea-pig head first and then satupon it.) `I’m glad I’ve seen that done,’ thought Alice. `I’ve so oftenread in the newspapers at the end of trials. “There was someattempts at applause which was immediately suppressed by theofficers of the court,” and I never understood what it meanttill now.’ `I’d rather finish my tea,’ said the Hatter with an anxiouslook at the Queen who was reading the list of singers. `You may go,’ said the King and the Hatter hurriedly left thecourt without even waiting to put his shoes on. `–and just take his head off outside,’ the Queen added to oneof the officers: but the Hatter was out of sight before theofficer could get to the door. The next witness was the Duchess’s cook. She carried thepepper-box in her hand and Alice guessed who it was even beforeshe got into the court by the way the people near the door begansneezing all at once. The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit who said in alow voice. `Your Majesty must cross-examine THIS witness.’ `Well if I must. I must,’ the King said with a melancholyair and after folding his arms and frowning at the cook tillhis eyes were nearly out of sight he said in a deep voice. `Whatare tarts made of?’ `Collar that Dormouse,’ the Queen shrieked out. `Behead thatDormouse! Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinchhim! Off with his whiskers!’ For some minutes the whole court was in confusion getting theDormouse turned out and by the time they had settled downagain the cook had disappeared. `Never mind!’ said the King with an air of great relief.`Call the next witness.’ And he added in an undertone to theQueen. `Really my dear. YOU must cross-examine the next witness. It quite makes my forehead ache!’ Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list,feeling very curious to see what the next witness would be like,`–for they haven’t got much evidence YET,’ she said to herself. Imagine her surprise when the White Rabbit read out at the topof his shrill little voice the name `Alice!’ of course I do. I like this story very much! Not only this story but the entire collection. realy it is a very useful web site. As a learner of English I really do benifit from it… I wish you success! (edited out email address - sorry it’s our policy to protect ID of users but thanks for the lovely comment).

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Who Stole the Tarts? We reach the last but one chapter of the first Alice book. The trial begins of the Knave of Hearts on the charge of stealing the tarts. Many familiar faces are present in the court room. The judge is the King and his is assisted by the ferocious queen. The Mad Hatter gives some very nervous evidence and is contradicted by the March Hare. The juror’s box is filled with small animals and birds who feaverishly take notes. Alice begins to doubt that justice really will be done. The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne whenthey arrived with a great crowd assembled about them–all sortsof little birds and beasts as well as the whole pack of cards:the Knave was standing before them in chains with a soldier oneach side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit,with a trumpet in one hand and a scroll of parchment in theother. In the very middle of the court was a table with a largedish of tarts upon it: they looked so good that it made Alicequite hungry to look at them–`I wish they’d get the trial done,’she thought. `and hand round the refreshments!’ But there seemedto be no chance of this so she began looking at everything abouther to pass away the time. Alice had never been in a court of justice before but she hadread about them in books and she was quite pleased to find thatshe knew the name of nearly everything there. `That’s thejudge,’ she said to herself. `because of his great wig.’ The judge by the way was the King; and as he wore his crownover the wig. (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how hedid it,) he did not look at all comfortable and it was certainlynot becoming. `And that’s the jury-box,’ thought Alice. `and those twelvecreatures,’ (she was obliged to say `creatures,’ you see becausesome of them were animals and some were birds,) `I suppose theyare the jurors.’ She said this last word two or three times overto herself being rather proud of it: for she thought andrightly too that very few little girls of her age knew themeaning of it at all. However. `jury-men’ would have done justas well. The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates.`What are they doing?’ Alice whispered to the Gryphon. `Theycan’t have anything to put down yet before the trial’s begun.’ `They’re putting down their names,’ the Gryphon whispered inreply. `for fear they should forget them before the end of thetrial.’ `Stupid things!’ Alice began in a loud indignant voice butshe stopped hastily for the White Rabbit cried out. `Silence inthe court!’ and the King put on his spectacles and lookedanxiously round to make out who was talking. Alice could see as well as if she were looking over theirshoulders that all the jurors were writing down `stupid things!’on their slates and she could even make out that one of themdidn’t know how to spell `stupid,’ and that he had to ask hisneighbour to tell him. `A nice muddle their slates’ll be inbefore the trial’s over!’ thought Alice. One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course,Alice could not stand and she went round the court and gotbehind him and very soon found an opportunity of taking itaway. She did it so quickly that the poor little juror (it wasBill the Lizard) could not make out at all what had become ofit; so after hunting all about for it he was obliged to writewith one finger for the rest of the day; and this was of verylittle use as it left no mark on the slate. On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet andthen unrolled the parchment scroll and read as follows:– `The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts. All on a summer day: The Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts. And took them quite away!’ `Not yet not yet!’ the Rabbit hastily interrupted. `There’sa great deal to come before that!’ `Call the first witness,’ said the King; and the White Rabbitblew three blasts on the trumpet and called out. `Firstwitness!’ The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup inone hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. `I begpardon your Majesty,’ he began. `for bringing these in: but Ihadn’t quite finished my tea when I was sent for.’ The Hatter looked at the March Hare who had followed him intothe court arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. `Fourteenth of March. Ithink it was,’ he said. `I keep them to sell,’ the Hatter added as an explanation;`I’ve none of my own. I’m a hatter.’ `Give your evidence,’ said the King; `and don’t be nervous orI’ll have you executed on the spot.’ This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he keptshifting from one foot to the other looking uneasily at theQueen and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of histeacup instead of the bread-and-butter. Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation whichpuzzled her a good deal until she made out what it was: she wasbeginning to grow larger again and she thought at first shewould get up and leave the court; but on second thoughts shedecided to remain where she was as long as there was room forher. `I wish you wouldn’t squeeze so.’ said the Dormouse who wassitting next to her. `I can hardly breathe.’ `Don’t talk nonsense,’ said Alice more boldly: `you knowyou’re growing too.’ `Yes but I grow at a reasonable pace,’ said the Dormouse:`not in that ridiculous fashion.’ And he got up very sulkilyand crossed over to the other side of the court. All this time the Queen had never left off staring at theHatter and just as the Dormouse crossed the court she said toone of the officers of the court. `Bring me the list of thesingers in the last concert!’ on which the wretched Hattertrembled so that he shook both his shoes off. `Give your evidence,’ the King repeated angrily. `or I’ll haveyou executed whether you’re nervous or not.’ `I’m a poor man your Majesty,’ the Hatter began in atrembling voice. `–and I hadn’t begun my tea–not above a weekor so–and what with the bread-and-butter getting so thin–andthe twinkling of the tea–’ `Of course twinkling begins with a T!’ said the King sharply.`Do you take me for a dunce? Go on!’ `I’m a poor man,’ the Hatter went on. `and most thingstwinkled after that–only the March Hare said–’ `Well at any rate the Dormouse said–’ the Hatter went on,looking anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but theDormouse denied nothing being fast asleep. The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter,and went down on one knee. `I’m a poor man your Majesty,’ hebegan. Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered and was immediatelysuppressed by the officers of the court. (As that is rather ahard word. I will just explain to you how it was done. They hada large canvas bag which tied up at the mouth with strings:into this they slipped the guinea-pig head first and then satupon it.) `I’m glad I’ve seen that done,’ thought Alice. `I’ve so oftenread in the newspapers at the end of trials. “There was someattempts at applause which was immediately suppressed by theofficers of the court,” and I never understood what it meanttill now.’ `I’d rather finish my tea,’ said the Hatter with an anxiouslook at the Queen who was reading the list of singers. `You may go,’ said the King and the Hatter hurriedly left thecourt without even waiting to put his shoes on. `–and just take his head off outside,’ the Queen added to oneof the officers: but the Hatter was out of sight before theofficer could get to the door. The next witness was the Duchess’s cook. She carried thepepper-box in her hand and Alice guessed who it was even beforeshe got into the court by the way the people near the door begansneezing all at once. The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit who said in alow voice. `Your Majesty must cross-examine THIS witness.’ `Well if I must. I must,’ the King said with a melancholyair and after folding his arms and frowning at the cook tillhis eyes were nearly out of sight he said in a deep voice. `Whatare tarts made of?’ `Collar that Dormouse,’ the Queen shrieked out. `Behead thatDormouse! Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinchhim! Off with his whiskers!’ For some minutes the whole court was in confusion getting theDormouse turned out and by the time they had settled downagain the cook had disappeared. `Never mind!’ said the King with an air of great relief.`Call the next witness.’ And he added in an undertone to theQueen. `Really my dear. YOU must cross-examine the next witness. It quite makes my forehead ache!’ Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list,feeling very curious to see what the next witness would be like,`–for they haven’t got much evidence YET,’ she said to herself. Imagine her surprise when the White Rabbit read out at the topof his shrill little voice the name `Alice!’ of course I do. I like this story very much! Not only this story but the entire collection. realy it is a very useful web site. As a learner of English I really do benifit from it… I wish you success! (edited out email address - sorry it’s our policy to protect ID of users but thanks for the lovely comment).

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Who Stole the Tarts? We reach the last but one chapter of the first Alice book. The trial begins of the Knave of Hearts on the charge of stealing the tarts. Many familiar faces are present in the court room. The judge is the King and his is assisted by the ferocious queen. The Mad Hatter gives some very nervous evidence and is contradicted by the March Hare. The juror’s box is filled with small animals and birds who feaverishly take notes. Alice begins to doubt that justice really will be done. The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne whenthey arrived with a great crowd assembled about them–all sortsof little birds and beasts as well as the whole pack of cards:the Knave was standing before them in chains with a soldier oneach side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit,with a trumpet in one hand and a scroll of parchment in theother. In the very middle of the court was a table with a largedish of tarts upon it: they looked so good that it made Alicequite hungry to look at them–`I wish they’d get the trial done,’she thought. `and hand round the refreshments!’ But there seemedto be no chance of this so she began looking at everything abouther to pass away the time. Alice had never been in a court of justice before but she hadread about them in books and she was quite pleased to find thatshe knew the name of nearly everything there. `That’s thejudge,’ she said to herself. `because of his great wig.’ The judge by the way was the King; and as he wore his crownover the wig. (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how hedid it,) he did not look at all comfortable and it was certainlynot becoming. `And that’s the jury-box,’ thought Alice. `and those twelvecreatures,’ (she was obliged to say `creatures,’ you see becausesome of them were animals and some were birds,) `I suppose theyare the jurors.’ She said this last word two or three times overto herself being rather proud of it: for she thought andrightly too that very few little girls of her age knew themeaning of it at all. However. `jury-men’ would have done justas well. The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates.`What are they doing?’ Alice whispered to the Gryphon. `Theycan’t have anything to put down yet before the trial’s begun.’ `They’re putting down their names,’ the Gryphon whispered inreply. `for fear they should forget them before the end of thetrial.’ `Stupid things!’ Alice began in a loud indignant voice butshe stopped hastily for the White Rabbit cried out. `Silence inthe court!’ and the King put on his spectacles and lookedanxiously round to make out who was talking. Alice could see as well as if she were looking over theirshoulders that all the jurors were writing down `stupid things!’on their slates and she could even make out that one of themdidn’t know how to spell `stupid,’ and that he had to ask hisneighbour to tell him. `A nice muddle their slates’ll be inbefore the trial’s over!’ thought Alice. One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course,Alice could not stand and she went round the court and gotbehind him and very soon found an opportunity of taking itaway. She did it so quickly that the poor little juror (it wasBill the Lizard) could not make out at all what had become ofit; so after hunting all about for it he was obliged to writewith one finger for the rest of the day; and this was of verylittle use as it left no mark on the slate. On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet andthen unrolled the parchment scroll and read as follows:– `The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts. All on a summer day: The Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts. And took them quite away!’ `Not yet not yet!’ the Rabbit hastily interrupted. `There’sa great deal to come before that!’ `Call the first witness,’ said the King; and the White Rabbitblew three blasts on the trumpet and called out. `Firstwitness!’ The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup inone hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. `I begpardon your Majesty,’ he began. `for bringing these in: but Ihadn’t quite finished my tea when I was sent for.’ The Hatter looked at the March Hare who had followed him intothe court arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. `Fourteenth of March. Ithink it was,’ he said. `I keep them to sell,’ the Hatter added as an explanation;`I’ve none of my own. I’m a hatter.’ `Give your evidence,’ said the King; `and don’t be nervous orI’ll have you executed on the spot.’ This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he keptshifting from one foot to the other looking uneasily at theQueen and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of histeacup instead of the bread-and-butter. Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation whichpuzzled her a good deal until she made out what it was: she wasbeginning to grow larger again and she thought at first shewould get up and leave the court; but on second thoughts shedecided to remain where she was as long as there was room forher. `I wish you wouldn’t squeeze so.’ said the Dormouse who wassitting next to her. `I can hardly breathe.’ `Don’t talk nonsense,’ said Alice more boldly: `you knowyou’re growing too.’ `Yes but I grow at a reasonable pace,’ said the Dormouse:`not in that ridiculous fashion.’ And he got up very sulkilyand crossed over to the other side of the court. All this time the Queen had never left off staring at theHatter and just as the Dormouse crossed the court she said toone of the officers of the court. `Bring me the list of thesingers in the last concert!’ on which the wretched Hattertrembled so that he shook both his shoes off. `Give your evidence,’ the King repeated angrily. `or I’ll haveyou executed whether you’re nervous or not.’ `I’m a poor man your Majesty,’ the Hatter began in atrembling voice. `–and I hadn’t begun my tea–not above a weekor so–and what with the bread-and-butter getting so thin–andthe twinkling of the tea–’ `Of course twinkling begins with a T!’ said the King sharply.`Do you take me for a dunce? Go on!’ `I’m a poor man,’ the Hatter went on. `and most thingstwinkled after that–only the March Hare said–’ `Well at any rate the Dormouse said–’ the Hatter went on,looking anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but theDormouse denied nothing being fast asleep. The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter,and went down on one knee. `I’m a poor man your Majesty,’ hebegan. Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered and was immediatelysuppressed by the officers of the court. (As that is rather ahard word. I will just explain to you how it was done. They hada large canvas bag which tied up at the mouth with strings:into this they slipped the guinea-pig head first and then satupon it.) `I’m glad I’ve seen that done,’ thought Alice. `I’ve so oftenread in the newspapers at the end of trials. “There was someattempts at applause which was immediately suppressed by theofficers of the court,” and I never understood what it meanttill now.’ `I’d rather finish my tea,’ said the Hatter with an anxiouslook at the Queen who was reading the list of singers. `You may go,’ said the King and the Hatter hurriedly left thecourt without even waiting to put his shoes on. `–and just take his head off outside,’ the Queen added to oneof the officers: but the Hatter was out of sight before theofficer could get to the door. The next witness was the Duchess’s cook. She carried thepepper-box in her hand and Alice guessed who it was even beforeshe got into the court by the way the people near the door begansneezing all at once. The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit who said in alow voice. `Your Majesty must cross-examine THIS witness.’ `Well if I must. I must,’ the King said with a melancholyair and after folding his arms and frowning at the cook tillhis eyes were nearly out of sight he said in a deep voice. `Whatare tarts made of?’ `Collar that Dormouse,’ the Queen shrieked out. `Behead thatDormouse! Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinchhim! Off with his whiskers!’ For some minutes the whole court was in confusion getting theDormouse turned out and by the time they had settled downagain the cook had disappeared. `Never mind!’ said the King with an air of great relief.`Call the next witness.’ And he added in an undertone to theQueen. `Really my dear. YOU must cross-examine the next witness. It quite makes my forehead ache!’ Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list,feeling very curious to see what the next witness would be like,`–for they haven’t got much evidence YET,’ she said to herself. Imagine her surprise when the White Rabbit read out at the topof his shrill little voice the name `Alice!’ of course I do. I like this story very much! Not only this story but the entire collection. realy it is a very useful web site. As a learner of English I really do benifit from it… I wish you success! (edited out email address - sorry it’s our policy to protect ID of users but thanks for the lovely comment).

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Who Stole the Tarts? We reach the last but one chapter of the first Alice book. The trial begins of the Knave of Hearts on the charge of stealing the tarts. Many familiar faces are present in the court room. The judge is the King and his is assisted by the ferocious queen. The Mad Hatter gives some very nervous evidence and is contradicted by the March Hare. The juror’s box is filled with small animals and birds who feaverishly take notes. Alice begins to doubt that justice really will be done. The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne whenthey arrived with a great crowd assembled about them–all sortsof little birds and beasts as well as the whole pack of cards:the Knave was standing before them in chains with a soldier oneach side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit,with a trumpet in one hand and a scroll of parchment in theother. In the very middle of the court was a table with a largedish of tarts upon it: they looked so good that it made Alicequite hungry to look at them–`I wish they’d get the trial done,’she thought. `and hand round the refreshments!’ But there seemedto be no chance of this so she began looking at everything abouther to pass away the time. Alice had never been in a court of justice before but she hadread about them in books and she was quite pleased to find thatshe knew the name of nearly everything there. `That’s thejudge,’ she said to herself. `because of his great wig.’ The judge by the way was the King; and as he wore his crownover the wig. (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how hedid it,) he did not look at all comfortable and it was certainlynot becoming. `And that’s the jury-box,’ thought Alice. `and those twelvecreatures,’ (she was obliged to say `creatures,’ you see becausesome of them were animals and some were birds,) `I suppose theyare the jurors.’ She said this last word two or three times overto herself being rather proud of it: for she thought andrightly too that very few little girls of her age knew themeaning of it at all. However. `jury-men’ would have done justas well. The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates.`What are they doing?’ Alice whispered to the Gryphon. `Theycan’t have anything to put down yet before the trial’s begun.’ `They’re putting down their names,’ the Gryphon whispered inreply. `for fear they should forget them before the end of thetrial.’ `Stupid things!’ Alice began in a loud indignant voice butshe stopped hastily for the White Rabbit cried out. `Silence inthe court!’ and the King put on his spectacles and lookedanxiously round to make out who was talking. Alice could see as well as if she were looking over theirshoulders that all the jurors were writing down `stupid things!’on their slates and she could even make out that one of themdidn’t know how to spell `stupid,’ and that he had to ask hisneighbour to tell him. `A nice muddle their slates’ll be inbefore the trial’s over!’ thought Alice. One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course,Alice could not stand and she went round the court and gotbehind him and very soon found an opportunity of taking itaway. She did it so quickly that the poor little juror (it wasBill the Lizard) could not make out at all what had become ofit; so after hunting all about for it he was obliged to writewith one finger for the rest of the day; and this was of verylittle use as it left no mark on the slate. On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet andthen unrolled the parchment scroll and read as follows:– `The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts. All on a summer day: The Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts. And took them quite away!’ `Not yet not yet!’ the Rabbit hastily interrupted. `There’sa great deal to come before that!’ `Call the first witness,’ said the King; and the White Rabbitblew three blasts on the trumpet and called out. `Firstwitness!’ The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup inone hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. `I begpardon your Majesty,’ he began. `for bringing these in: but Ihadn’t quite finished my tea when I was sent for.’ The Hatter looked at the March Hare who had followed him intothe court arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. `Fourteenth of March. Ithink it was,’ he said. `I keep them to sell,’ the Hatter added as an explanation;`I’ve none of my own. I’m a hatter.’ `Give your evidence,’ said the King; `and don’t be nervous orI’ll have you executed on the spot.’ This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he keptshifting from one foot to the other looking uneasily at theQueen and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of histeacup instead of the bread-and-butter. Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation whichpuzzled her a good deal until she made out what it was: she wasbeginning to grow larger again and she thought at first shewould get up and leave the court; but on second thoughts shedecided to remain where she was as long as there was room forher. `I wish you wouldn’t squeeze so.’ said the Dormouse who wassitting next to her. `I can hardly breathe.’ `Don’t talk nonsense,’ said Alice more boldly: `you knowyou’re growing too.’ `Yes but I grow at a reasonable pace,’ said the Dormouse:`not in that ridiculous fashion.’ And he got up very sulkilyand crossed over to the other side of the court. All this time the Queen had never left off staring at theHatter and just as the Dormouse crossed the court she said toone of the officers of the court. `Bring me the list of thesingers in the last concert!’ on which the wretched Hattertrembled so that he shook both his shoes off. `Give your evidence,’ the King repeated angrily. `or I’ll haveyou executed whether you’re nervous or not.’ `I’m a poor man your Majesty,’ the Hatter began in atrembling voice. `–and I hadn’t begun my tea–not above a weekor so–and what with the bread-and-butter getting so thin–andthe twinkling of the tea–’ `Of course twinkling begins with a T!’ said the King sharply.`Do you take me for a dunce? Go on!’ `I’m a poor man,’ the Hatter went on. `and most thingstwinkled after that–only the March Hare said–’ `Well at any rate the Dormouse said–’ the Hatter went on,looking anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but theDormouse denied nothing being fast asleep. The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter,and went down on one knee. `I’m a poor man your Majesty,’ hebegan. Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered and was immediatelysuppressed by the officers of the court. (As that is rather ahard word. I will just explain to you how it was done. They hada large canvas bag which tied up at the mouth with strings:into this they slipped the guinea-pig head first and then satupon it.) `I’m glad I’ve seen that done,’ thought Alice. `I’ve so oftenread in the newspapers at the end of trials. “There was someattempts at applause which was immediately suppressed by theofficers of the court,” and I never understood what it meanttill now.’ `I’d rather finish my tea,’ said the Hatter with an anxiouslook at the Queen who was reading the list of singers. `You may go,’ said the King and the Hatter hurriedly left thecourt without even waiting to put his shoes on. `–and just take his head off outside,’ the Queen added to oneof the officers: but the Hatter was out of sight before theofficer could get to the door. The next witness was the Duchess’s cook. She carried thepepper-box in her hand and Alice guessed who it was even beforeshe got into the court by the way the people near the door begansneezing all at once. The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit who said in alow voice. `Your Majesty must cross-examine THIS witness.’ `Well if I must. I must,’ the King said with a melancholyair and after folding his arms and frowning at the cook tillhis eyes were nearly out of sight he said in a deep voice. `Whatare tarts made of?’ `Collar that Dormouse,’ the Queen shrieked out. `Behead thatDormouse! Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinchhim! Off with his whiskers!’ For some minutes the whole court was in confusion getting theDormouse turned out and by the time they had settled downagain the cook had disappeared. `Never mind!’ said the King with an air of great relief.`Call the next witness.’ And he added in an undertone to theQueen. `Really my dear. YOU must cross-examine the next witness. It quite makes my forehead ache!’ Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list,feeling very curious to see what the next witness would be like,`–for they haven’t got much evidence YET,’ she said to herself. Imagine her surprise when the White Rabbit read out at the topof his shrill little voice the name `Alice!’ of course I do. I like this story very much! Not only this story but the entire collection. realy it is a very useful web site. As a learner of English I really do benifit from it… I wish you success! (edited out email address - sorry it’s our policy to protect ID of users but thanks for the lovely comment).

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Who Stole the Tarts? We reach the last but one chapter of the first Alice book. The trial begins of the Knave of Hearts on the charge of stealing the tarts. Many familiar faces are present in the court room. The judge is the King and his is assisted by the ferocious queen. The Mad Hatter gives some very nervous evidence and is contradicted by the March Hare. The juror’s box is filled with small animals and birds who feaverishly take notes. Alice begins to doubt that justice really will be done. The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne whenthey arrived with a great crowd assembled about them–all sortsof little birds and beasts as well as the whole pack of cards:the Knave was standing before them in chains with a soldier oneach side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit,with a trumpet in one hand and a scroll of parchment in theother. In the very middle of the court was a table with a largedish of tarts upon it: they looked so good that it made Alicequite hungry to look at them–`I wish they’d get the trial done,’she thought. `and hand round the refreshments!’ But there seemedto be no chance of this so she began looking at everything abouther to pass away the time. Alice had never been in a court of justice before but she hadread about them in books and she was quite pleased to find thatshe knew the name of nearly everything there. `That’s thejudge,’ she said to herself. `because of his great wig.’ The judge by the way was the King; and as he wore his crownover the wig. (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how hedid it,) he did not look at all comfortable and it was certainlynot becoming. `And that’s the jury-box,’ thought Alice. `and those twelvecreatures,’ (she was obliged to say `creatures,’ you see becausesome of them were animals and some were birds,) `I suppose theyare the jurors.’ She said this last word two or three times overto herself being rather proud of it: for she thought andrightly too that very few little girls of her age knew themeaning of it at all. However. `jury-men’ would have done justas well. The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates.`What are they doing?’ Alice whispered to the Gryphon. `Theycan’t have anything to put down yet before the trial’s begun.’ `They’re putting down their names,’ the Gryphon whispered inreply. `for fear they should forget them before the end of thetrial.’ `Stupid things!’ Alice began in a loud indignant voice butshe stopped hastily for the White Rabbit cried out. `Silence inthe court!’ and the King put on his spectacles and lookedanxiously round to make out who was talking. Alice could see as well as if she were looking over theirshoulders that all the jurors were writing down `stupid things!’on their slates and she could even make out that one of themdidn’t know how to spell `stupid,’ and that he had to ask hisneighbour to tell him. `A nice muddle their slates’ll be inbefore the trial’s over!’ thought Alice. One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course,Alice could not stand and she went round the court and gotbehind him and very soon found an opportunity of taking itaway. She did it so quickly that the poor little juror (it wasBill the Lizard) could not make out at all what had become ofit; so after hunting all about for it he was obliged to writewith one finger for the rest of the day; and this was of verylittle use as it left no mark on the slate. On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet andthen unrolled the parchment scroll and read as follows:– `The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts. All on a summer day: The Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts. And took them quite away!’ `Not yet not yet!’ the Rabbit hastily interrupted. `There’sa great deal to come before that!’ `Call the first witness,’ said the King; and the White Rabbitblew three blasts on the trumpet and called out. `Firstwitness!’ The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup inone hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. `I begpardon your Majesty,’ he began. `for bringing these in: but Ihadn’t quite finished my tea when I was sent for.’ The Hatter looked at the March Hare who had followed him intothe court arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. `Fourteenth of March. Ithink it was,’ he said. `I keep them to sell,’ the Hatter added as an explanation;`I’ve none of my own. I’m a hatter.’ `Give your evidence,’ said the King; `and don’t be nervous orI’ll have you executed on the spot.’ This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he keptshifting from one foot to the other looking uneasily at theQueen and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of histeacup instead of the bread-and-butter. Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation whichpuzzled her a good deal until she made out what it was: she wasbeginning to grow larger again and she thought at first shewould get up and leave the court; but on second thoughts shedecided to remain where she was as long as there was room forher. `I wish you wouldn’t squeeze so.’ said the Dormouse who wassitting next to her. `I can hardly breathe.’ `Don’t talk nonsense,’ said Alice more boldly: `you knowyou’re growing too.’ `Yes but I grow at a reasonable pace,’ said the Dormouse:`not in that ridiculous fashion.’ And he got up very sulkilyand crossed over to the other side of the court. All this time the Queen had never left off staring at theHatter and just as the Dormouse crossed the court she said toone of the officers of the court. `Bring me the list of thesingers in the last concert!’ on which the wretched Hattertrembled so that he shook both his shoes off. `Give your evidence,’ the King repeated angrily. `or I’ll haveyou executed whether you’re nervous or not.’ `I’m a poor man your Majesty,’ the Hatter began in atrembling voice. `–and I hadn’t begun my tea–not above a weekor so–and what with the bread-and-butter getting so thin–andthe twinkling of the tea–’ `Of course twinkling begins with a T!’ said the King sharply.`Do you take me for a dunce? Go on!’ `I’m a poor man,’ the Hatter went on. `and most thingstwinkled after that–only the March Hare said–’ `Well at any rate the Dormouse said–’ the Hatter went on,looking anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but theDormouse denied nothing being fast asleep. The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter,and went down on one knee. `I’m a poor man your Majesty,’ hebegan. Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered and was immediatelysuppressed by the officers of the court. (As that is rather ahard word. I will just explain to you how it was done. They hada large canvas bag which tied up at the mouth with strings:into this they slipped the guinea-pig head first and then satupon it.) `I’m glad I’ve seen that done,’ thought Alice. `I’ve so oftenread in the newspapers at the end of trials. “There was someattempts at applause which was immediately suppressed by theofficers of the court,” and I never understood what it meanttill now.’ `I’d rather finish my tea,’ said the Hatter with an anxiouslook at the Queen who was reading the list of singers. `You may go,’ said the King and the Hatter hurriedly left thecourt without even waiting to put his shoes on. `–and just take his head off outside,’ the Queen added to oneof the officers: but the Hatter was out of sight before theofficer could get to the door. The next witness was the Duchess’s cook. She carried thepepper-box in her hand and Alice guessed who it was even beforeshe got into the court by the way the people near the door begansneezing all at once. The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit who said in alow voice. `Your Majesty must cross-examine THIS witness.’ `Well if I must. I must,’ the King said with a melancholyair and after folding his arms and frowning at the cook tillhis eyes were nearly out of sight he said in a deep voice. `Whatare tarts made of?’ `Collar that Dormouse,’ the Queen shrieked out. `Behead thatDormouse! Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinchhim! Off with his whiskers!’ For some minutes the whole court was in confusion getting theDormouse turned out and by the time they had settled downagain the cook had disappeared. `Never mind!’ said the King with an air of great relief.`Call the next witness.’ And he added in an undertone to theQueen. `Really my dear. YOU must cross-examine the next witness. It quite makes my forehead ache!’ Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list,feeling very curious to see what the next witness would be like,`–for they haven’t got much evidence YET,’ she said to herself. Imagine her surprise when the White Rabbit read out at the topof his shrill little voice the name `Alice!’ of course I do. I like this story very much! Not only this story but the entire collection. realy it is a very useful web site. As a learner of English I really do benifit from it… I wish you success! (edited out email address - sorry it’s our policy to protect ID of users but thanks for the lovely comment).

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At the retirement party for S&S CEO Jack Romanos notables in attendance included Steve Riggio. John Ingram. Jane Friedman. Barbara Marcus. Larry Kirshbaum. Robert Gottlieb. Mel Berger and Irwyn Applebaum. Photos © Lisa Berg Citing mounting costs from three libel suits. block Books filed for bankruptcy earlier this month in U. S. Bankruptcy act for the Southern District of New York. In its Chapter 11 petition. Barricade said that while it has been profitable in the past the costs and distraction associated with fighting the displace lawsuits “have taken their toll on its business.” As a result the filing states. Barricade is “unable to act to meet its operating expenses and pay for the costs of the three litigations.” block hopes that by filing for Chapter 11 it will have a “breathing recite” that will enable it to restructure its debts. One prove of the filing is that the three lawsuits have been stayed. The filing states that Barricade is working on a plan to eventually appear from Chapter 11. According to the filing. Barricade has total assets of $422,020 compared to liabilities of of $1.6 million. Its largest liability is $1.3 million in loans owed to shareholders and affiliates. And while the filing does not disclose how much Barricade has spent defending itself against the lawsuits three of its four largest creditors are law firms to which the company owes approximately $92,000. Barricade was formed in 1990 by legendary maverick publisher Lyle Stuart. Since his death in June 2006 the affiliate has been run by his leave Carole Stuart who has continued to publish controversial works. In the bankruptcy filing. Barricade notes its mission is to publish books that “have the dual goal of making a profit and protecting people’s right to free speech.” In 2006 the company had revenue of $1.2 million.

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Deputy Steadman parked the patrol car on the old logging road at the approve of Tilson’s continue. Much of the mountain was expose now a victim of clear-cutting. Steadman followed what used to be Tilson’s Creek now a dried mixture of dirt and memories. He’d come here with Susan when it was a forest before the cut. The smell of hanker had been overwhelming. Small animals had made scurrying sounds along the forest floor. Even now. Steadman could comprehend Susan’s lips on his. Steadman’s son Jim had been conceived here as perhaps Steadman himself had been thirty-six years before. Scrub hit grew in patches between the stumps. The soil blew in the breeze. Tiny streams were formed in the hide. The lumber company had promised to plant but they’d never done it. That was a joke anyway. Steadman knew. plant alter isn’t all that good most of the nutrients coming from rotting trees and plants. Strip that away and you have nothing. Sounds good–renewable resource and all that–but Nature doesn’t bring home the bacon that way. “This isn’t Iowa,” Steadman said out loud sitting on a rock trying to alter himself comfortable before he did what he had to do. Steadman peered through his binoculars. They were approve all right. One woman twenty years old. Pretty. A middle-aged man. A young man strong a fighter. Just as Scott had reported. When Steadman returned to his office he sat at his desk and pulled change state the drawer. He wiped away pens pencils keys antacid tablets and a set of broken handcuffs. Underneath phone numbers were scrawled on a yellowed pelt of notebook cover. Steadman dialed the phone and pressed it hard to his ear to hear over the shouts of protesters and townspeople outside on the street. Scott had never heard of most of the electronic components that Xavier named. Xavier explained their function and Scott wrote drink equivalents. It was a difficult assign taxing Scott’s knowledge putting his brain approve into concepts not visited since college physics propelling him forward into technical arenas not discovered for a hundred years. When Xavier realized Scott’s patience was wearing change state they stopped and sat on the porch. “The list will do for now,” Xavier said. “It’ll get me started.” Xavier sat patiently. He knew the universe he’d presented to Scott couldn’t be digested in a few bunco hours. What’s he trying to tell you? It’s worse than you evaluate? Scott shivered. Preaching to the converted. “You’ve dealt with material that once it breaks can’t be repaired?” Xavier went on. Later that day when Yula. Tenner and Scott were approve in the woods looking for specimens. Scott tried desperately to pull Yula away from Tenner’s vigilant look to challenge her further. But Tenner was tenacious and it wasn’t until late at night after Tenner and Xavier had gone to rest that Scott managed a moment alone with her. Yula’s eyes popped change state. After making sure the others were asleep she quickly crept to the door of the confine. They walked outside and Yula marched swiftly to the woods with Scott right behind. “Tenner ordain kill us if he sees us alone like this,” Yula whispered when she was sure they were out of earshot of the confine. Scott could see by the expression on Yula’s approach that she wasn’t kidding. He stepped up the walk into the woods. “Okay,” Scott said when they were far enough away from the confine. “Tell me.” “We have all those things,” Yula replied. “Domestic versions. And many wild species artificially recreated. Actually not many. Few experiments worked. We saved DNA. And some sperm. Recombining was accomplished. With larger animals endangered species exotic animals like elephants rhinos jaguars and monkeys. But without any habitat…” Yula trailed off shrugged and shook her head. “Zoo animals that’s all. Our zoos are desire yours. I create by mental act. But none of our animals exist wild anymore. comfort it was a good idea–to deliver genetic material. Without that we would undergo nothing.” “I’m sorry,” he told her taking her arm and turning her to him. The tears rolled down her cheeks. Scott wiped them away with the touch of his hand. “I drop this is as hard on you as it is on me.” “We dedicate our lives to this!” Yula said passionately. “This is foolishness to understand what shouldn’t have happened!” “I don’t like to be this way,” Yula said taking a deep breath. “It’s a waste of energy.” Scott wanted to hold her right then. Softly protectively. She sensed it held his transfer and touched his palm to her speak. “Someone decided a desire measure ago it was improper,” Yula explained. “It was a dumb idea but it caught on for some reason. A lot of people thought it would cut down on domestic violence…the war between the sexes and all that. But it was just one more way to keep women in their displace. It’s dying out of course. People have to talk. But women are still supposed to speak into change state air instead of directly to a man.” “Tell me about the ark,” she whispered as she released his transfer. She sat on a fallen log and patted the space next to her. “I want to know why I’ve go all this way.” “I’ll try to get this right,” Scott said sitting next to her. He listened to the woods. You can’t forget Tenner. “authorise,” Scott began. “so God was angry at the people he had created. They were doing all kinds of horrible things and God decided he’d made a great big mistake inventing them.” Wish I had a Bible. Should try to get this right. Vaguely remember it. Told it to Kathy once. “So God decided to destroy them all with a great fill,” Scott went on boldly. “But he wanted to deliver the animals. He spoke to a man named Noah. ‘Build a boat,’ he told Noah. ‘And put the animals on it two by two.’ So Noah built a big boat–an ark–and began to interact animals. Everybody thought he was nuts.” “Crazy,” Scott answered and twirled his finger around his ear. Yula copied the communicate. “Yes,” Scott told her. Can’t change surface express a story. Speaking different languages here. “But Noah had the evince from God,” Scott continued. “and wouldn’t listen to anybody else. And then it started to rain. For forty days and forty nights so the seas swelled covering all the land. Only Noah his wife and the animals on the ark survived. And then the seas subsided. God made a deal with Noah. A covenant. He wouldn’t flood the earth ever again if man behaved. He put a giant rainbow in the sky to seal the deal.” “You know,” Scott said and described an arc with his hand. “Red blue green…after it rains.” “Middle Ages. Trust me. They wandered through the ruins of the great civilizations of Greece and Rome. They had no idea where these grand buildings came from. They didn’t have the faintest idea how they were built.” “I’m just saying…civilization doesn’t necessarily develop that’s all.” “Tell me about it,” Yula said looking out at the cook trees the star-lit sky and.

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By most accounts. annoy had grown to lead a normal life. Well unless one takes into be the whole Voldemort thing… Overall he was a happy teenager. He had two guardians who would do anything and risk everything for his sake. He knew there were some people who doubted the abilities of two bachelors such as Sirius and Remus to increase a teenager but Harry thought they had done a damn good job so far. He received a earn from Sirius that morning at breakfast. It was the usual “hope you’re keeping out of affect” – though annoy knew he meant no such thing – “see you at Christmas” stuff Sirius had written since he started Hogwarts. What made this particular letter different from the others was that there was no postscript from Remus telling Harry to disregard any prank ideas Sirius had written. In fact there was no have in mind of Remus in the entire letter. Harry hadn’t heard from his surrogate uncle in two weeks – an unusually long time considering Remus and Sirius sent him letters via Hedwig at least twice a week. Harry had written back to Sirius inquiring about Remus and was now anxiously awaiting a reply. Sighing the fourth year boy moved away from the window and tiptoed back to his bed. He could comprehend Ron’s light snores from behind his bed curtains. Across the dwell the same noise floated over from Neville’s bed as Harry climbed into bed and felt his heavy eye lids close. It had been three bloody weeks since Sirius had seen enclose or hair (pardon the pun) of Remus J. Lupin. No letters no Firecalls nothing… Dumbledore hadn’t even heard from him. The beat idle had come and gone and comfort no sign. Harry was growing suspicious and worried. Sirius regardless of how much he wanted to couldn’t tell his godson where Remus had gone; what if the earn had been intercepted? So he told Harry that Remus had been incredibly work recently and had not had time to create verbally any letters. Sirius could only wish that Remus was remaining work and not lying dead in some foreign forest. His assumptions about the Order of the Phoenix had been correct; it was reforming on a small scale to mouth with. They didn’t want to recruit too many new members at the moment. Their plan was to bring home the bacon with what they had and create from there. The first meeting would be held that night in fact. There hadn’t yet been anyone in the house besides its owner but Sirius expected them soon. He could comprehend the front door just fine from his seat in the drawing dwell as he contemplated ripping down the Black family tapestry for the twentieth time since his re-arrival in the house. The tapestry had put up a nice contend though and Sirius suspected his mother had put a sticking charm on the approve of it. The Auror wondered how hard it would be just to blast the thing off the protect. He set down his now trademark glass of Firewhiskey – he really needed to cut back on the cram – took out his wand and stood. The moment he steadied his aim perfectly to hit his care’s name however the lie door creaked open. Signaling for them to remain quiet. Sirius led them through the accommodate to the basement kitchen where the meeting would act place. He offered them a Butterbeer and a seat as they exchanged small talk. Not long after four more arrivals appeared in front of them by Portkey. Dumbledore gave the three Aurors a smile; McGonagall a curt nod; Moody a grunt; and Snape scowled at the lot of them. Dumbledore and McGonagall set themselves to conjuring chairs for the meeting while Sirius. Kingsley and Moody went back up the stairs to wait for the others. Thirty minutes later and without once setting off Mrs. Black. Molly and Arthur Weasley. Emmeline Vance. Hestia Jones. Mundungus Fletcher and Arabella Figg arrived – each of them (Dung included) had their uses to the Order. Dumbledore stood before them and began the meeting. “I would first like to thank you all for joining me this evening and convey you to Sirius for allowing us use of his domiciliate.” Dumbledore paused and sighed. “It is only a matter of time my friends before Lord Voldemort attempts to go once more. I am sure that all of you bequeath – some more clearly than others – the events eight years ago. Though mistakes were made that night. Voldemort did not arrive his goal.” The old wizard’s lips twitched slightly as he thought of Sirius’ rash actions with Voldemort’s cauldron. “With the cooperation from the Ministry and the back up of all of you show we can once again prevent Voldemort’s go.” Sirius’ ears prickled and he turned his continue towards the kitchen door at the top of the steps. It had been closed before the meeting had begun – Sirius had made sure of it. But now he could see a small shadow standing in the cracked door. He stood suddenly startling those around him. “Excuse me for a moment,”.

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