Leach - The Schools of Medieval England (1. Leach (1. 91. 5)(page numbers in brackets).
The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Negro, by W.E.B. Du Bois This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. Astrology: Frank Sinatra, born December 12, 1915 in Hoboken (NJ), Horoscope, astrological portrait, dominant planets, birth data, heights, and interactive chart. Sir Geoffrey Cox described Sidi Rezegh, fought during Operation Crusader in Libya over November and December 1941, as 'the forgotten battle of the Desert War'.
Notes on the text. The complete book is shown in this single web page. You can scroll through it or use the following links to go to the various chapters.
My family has been here since the 1. I've been collecting these quotes since the 1. There are locals and travelers, writers and celebrities, modern words alongside many from the 1. There are also quotes about deserts, cactus, hot weather, and our summer thunderstorms which supposedly aren't actually monsoons but that's what we call them anyway. Enjoy the beauty, humor, heat, and eccentricity that is AZ! Only a limited number of poets, painters, and photographers have been able to do justice to her splendor. What a wonderland of wild cactus growth, of solitude, of mystery, of silence it is!.
Miles and miles of such weary, cactus- strewn, alkali solitude.. She is not tied to precedent, to convention, to other states' ways of doing things.. She is bent on making her own ways, and in her own way. Her mistakes will be her own, and her triumphs likewise.
- Epics-Historical Films often take an historical or imagined event, mythic, legendary, or heroic figure, and add an extravagant setting and lavish costumes.
- This category contains films originally released in the year 1915.
- Scegli uno tra i tennisti pi. Per gli amanti del tennis un piacevole gioco.
- H er life, though, is about to get rather wider recognition - courtesy of a new Hollywood film – Queen of the Desert – starring Nicole Kidman as Bell, filming of.
Cook, quoted in You Know You're an Arizona Native, When. You can just throw anything out and it will grow there. Land of contradictions. A land that is never to be fully understood but always to be loved by sons and daughters sprung from such a diversity of origins, animated by such a diversity of motives and ideals, that generations must pass before they can ever fully understand each other. What we're waiting for now is male rain. Big, booming, wait- till- your- father- gets- home cloudbursts that bully up from Mexico and threaten to rip the sky. The thermometer stays at one hundred and twenty in the shade there all the time—except when it varies and goes higher.
There is a tradition.. Tabios (b. 1. 96. Arizona pageant of hues.. The crisp, fresh mountain air outside the cave acted as an immediate tonic and I felt new life and new courage coursing through me.. I lifted my head to fill my lungs with the pure, invigorating night air of the mountains. As I did so I saw stretching far below me the beautiful vista of rocky gorge, and level, cacti- studded flat, wrought by the moonlight into a miracle of soft splendor and wondrous enchantment. Few western wonders are more inspiring than the beauties of an Arizona moonlit landscape; the silvered mountains in the distance, the strange lights and shadows upon hog back and arroyo, and the grotesque details of the stiff, yet beautiful cacti form a picture at once enchanting and inspiring; as though one were catching for the first time a glimpse of some dead and forgotten world, so different is it from the aspect of any other spot upon our earth.
This was the landscape whose every face we knew: giant saguaro cacti, coyotes, mountains, the wicked sun reflecting off bare gravel. Will, The Morning After: American Successes and Excesses, 1. You know you're from Arizona when you feed your chickens ice cubes to keep them from laying hard- boiled eggs. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing.
Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams. Nothing stood between us and the vibrant desert. Staring at the unlimited space fanned out before me, I felt magnified and ethereal, yet grounded..
I'd forgotten how enlivening it could feel, seeing clearly and far. It also unleashes grandeur.. It's literally 1. We have our own kind of Jack London thing, in reverse: Remember that year (swagger, thumbs in belt) when it was 1. We revel in our misery only because we know the end, when it comes, is so good. One day there will be a crackling, clean, creosote smell in the air and the ground will be charged and the hair on your arms will stand on end and then BOOM, you are thrillingly drenched.
We all remember where we were! It actually only hit 1. There was a sweet tang of cedar and sage on the air and that indefinable fragrance peculiar to the canyon country of Arizona. There is no lack of water here, unless you try to establish a city where no city should be. Man has wrested from nature the power to make the world a desert or to make the deserts bloom.
There is no evil in the atom; only in men's souls. The shadeless mesquite is not essentially handsome or inviting; the valde- verde tree, with its mockery of leafless branches, is not an object of delight; the clouds of hot alkali dust that arise are not agreeable to eye or taste..
Yet, and yet, the wonderful atmosphere that bends above and embraces us, is the most marvelous of magicians. Truly, it is a wonderland, and in the Grand Ca. There is no place in the world at present so accessible, and at the same time so full of the most romantic interest, as are the territories of Arizona and New Mexico. Bourke, On the Border with Crook, 1. Description is from 1.
Arizona Territory. James paraphrases Bourke: . I'm waiting for them to come out with a Survivor: Phoenix in July edition. To spell it out for you, I haven't been able to cross my legs at the knee since the last of May..
If any of you has an ounce of charity for your fellow person, you will indulge me while I share with you an Arizona summer. It's where a woman puts on a pair of oven mitts so she can touch her steering wheel.. Where deodorant ads are considered fiction. Where you cultivate fat friends so you'll always be around shade.
It's depressing and considered bad taste to talk about it. When we are suffering through agonizing heat waves and droughts, no one cares. During the snowstorms last year in the East our papers were filled with stories of sacrifice, hardship, and devastation. During our summer, we get an occasional page- one picture of a blonde with three ounces of clothing on her back.. Where nature rubs belly to belly with subdivision and barrio.
Was ever mountain coloring more tender, soft, alluring than at dawn, or more richly radiant than at sunset? No, for there is no such person.. When one speaks of an Arizonan, does he mean one of the 4.
Indians whose ancestors were here first? Does he mean one of the 1. Mexicans, who may be descended from seventeenth century invaders or have crossed the international line only yesterday as an immigrant? Does he mean a grizzled pioneer.. The mountain peaks stood up like dark spears. Patches of snow shone in the sunlight, running down to the edge of the vast green belt of forest land.. There was no place in the world so full of romance and beauty, and the natural things that stirred the soul.
Dust isn't very romantic. Wagner has not written of the desert from a car window.
On the contrary she knows and she loves the desert as a sailor knows and loves the ocean. Her tent is there season after season, and the mercury is above par. For she and her enterprising husband, Harr Wagner, believe in Arizona.. The red and golden rays of sunlight swept down over it, spreading light over the desert. It is so overwhelmingly impressive that you can not continue indefinitely on that exalted emotional level. In the parlance of the connoisseur of paintings, the Canyon is a ! For the Zambesi, the Yellowstone, the fjords of Norway, Switzerland, the Rocky Mountains will by comparison all seem tame and colorless.
There is only one way by which he can avoid a jarring anti- climax. That is to lay in a proper supply of oxygen and condensed foods and take airship for a tour of the chief Martian winter resorts. Yes, and there is one alternative: Let him take armchair for those wonderlands of the human imagination which alone are more sublimely fair than the irised mountain range that God inverted in the heart of Arizona. Here and there and everywhere, are patches of red, green, blue, yellow, madder, lake, orange, green, violet, pink and every color known to man. It is as if this was the place where divine thoughts were tested for man's benefit, and then the pallet- board was left for man to see, to wonder at and revere. All day long and half the night that broncho buster would rave about Arizona.
Arizona must be wonderful.
. They have great climates, almost any kind you like. They are both States that kinder wear well on you.
Don't just look out of the train and condemn 'em. It just looks like nothing couldent live by looking out of a sleeper window. There's only one
That takes night- blooming cereus.
Out west we never miss a chance
To brag about our cactus plants,
A theme on which we may get stuck for hours;
But hold your scorn for spine and thorn
Till you've seen cactus flowers!
~S. Town names in Arizona have a realistic ring to them, probably because they were settled by realistic people. Oh, there are towns called Carefree and Friendly Corner and Eden in Arizona, even Inspiration and Paradise. And, of course, Phoenix. Chamber of Commerce names.
But most of those old settlers told it like it was, rough and rocky. They named their towns Rimrock, Rough Rock, Round Rock, and Wide Ruins, Skull Valley, Bitter Springs, Wolf Hole, Tombstone.
The names of Arizona towns tell you all you need to know. I tried to describe impossible things like the scent of creosote — bitter, slightly resinous, but still pleasant — the high, keening sound of the cicadas in July, the feathery barrenness of the trees, the very size of the sky, extending white- blue from horizon to horizon, barely interrupted by the low mountains covered with purple volcanic rock. The hardest thing to explain was why it was so beautiful to me — to justify a beauty that didn't depend on the sparse, spiny vegetation that often looked half dead, a beauty that had more to do with the exposed shape of the lane, with the shallow bowls of valleys between the craggy hills, and the way they held on to the sun.
Its mountains tower a mile or more into the air; the rivers have cut miles deep into the multicolored earth. Snow lingers on the peaks while the valleys are sweet with the fragrance of orange blossoms. Here are sere deserts and the largest pine forest in the world. Here are fallen forests turned to stone, and forests of trees that have survived the slow change from jungle to desert by turning their leaves to thorns. A thousand, two thousand, feet high, the walls surely must be.