Julian Fałat
Śnieg, 1907. Galeria Obrazow, Lwów.
Julian Fałat was born on 30 July 1853 in Tuliglowy, Poland.
My remaining days are numbered a brief night
"I shall begin at the beginning," said the D.H.C. and the more zealous students recorded his intention in their notebooks: Begin at the beginning. "These," he waved his hand, "are the incubators." And opening an insulated door he showed them racks upon racks of numbered test-tubes. "The week's supply of ova. Kept," he explained, "at blood heat; whereas the male gametes," and here he opened another door, "they have to be kept at thirty-five instead of thirty-seven. Full blood heat sterilizes." Rams wrapped in theremogene beget no lambs.
Still leaning against the incubators he gave them, while the pencils scurried illegibly across the pages, a brief description of the modern fertilizing process; spoke first, of course, of its surgical introduction–"the operation undergone voluntarily for the good of Society, not to mention the fact that it carries a bonus amounting to six months' salary"; continued with some account of the technique for preserving the excised ovary alive and actively developing; passed on to a consideration of optimum temperature, salinity, viscosity; referred to the liquor in which the detached and ripened eggs were kept; and, leading his charges to the work tables, actually showed them how this liquor was drawn off from the test-tubes; how it was let out drop by drop onto the specially warmed slides of the microscopes; how the eggs which it contained were inspected for abnormalities, counted and transferred to a porous receptacle; how (and he now took them to watch the operation) this receptacle was immersed in a warm bouillon containing free-swimming spermatozoa–at a minimum concentration of one hundred thousand per cubic centimetre, he insisted; and how, after ten minutes, the container was lifted out of the liquor and its contents re-examined; how, if any of the eggs remained unfertilized, it was again immersed, and, if necessary, yet again; how the fertilized ova went back to the incubators; where the Alphas and Betas remained until definitely bottled; while the Gammas, Deltas and Epsilons were brought out again, after only thirty-six hours, to undergo Bokanovsky's Process."Bokanovsky's Process," repeated the Director, and the students underlined the words in their little notebooks.
Brave New World, Aldous Huxley ( b. 26/07/1894).
Texto integral aqui.De quem é o olharFernando Pessoa
Que espreita por meus olhos ?
Quando penso que vejo,
Quem continua vendo
Enquanto estou pensando ?
Por que caminhos seguem,
Não os meus tristes passos,
Mas a realidade
De eu ter passos comigo ?
Às vezes, na penumbra
Do meu quarto, quando eu
Por mim próprio mesmo
Em alma mal existo,
Toma um outro sentido
Em mim o Universo -
É uma nódoa esbatida
De eu ser consciente sobre
Minha idéia das coisas.
Se acenderem as velas
E não houver apenas
A vaga luz de fora -
Não sei que candeeiro
Aceso onde na rua -
Terei foscos desejos
De nunca haver mais nada
No Universo e na Vida
De que o obscuro momento
Que é minha vida agora!
Um momento afluente
Dum rio sempre a ir
Esquecer-se de ser,
Espaço misterioso
Entre espaços desertos
Cujo sentido é nulo
E sem ser nada a nada.
E assim a hora passa
Metafisicamente.
BES aumenta participação na Media CapitalO Banco Espírito Santo (BES) aumentou a sua participação na empresa liderada por Pais do Amaral para 4,06% do capital social e igual valor de direitos de voto. Segundo um comunicado hoje emitido pela Media Capital, este aumento da participação detida de modo directo ou indirecto pelo BES deriva do facto deste ter passado três lotes de acções em bolsa, nomeadamente 300 000 acções no dia 18 de Julho, 827 000 acções em 19 de Julho e 731 430 acções em 20 de Julho.
Acções disparam 6,88%22 de Julho
Prisa entra no capital da Media CapitalO grupo espanhol Prisa entrou na Media Capital (TVI), segundo um comunicado enviado à Comissão do Mercado de Valores Mobiliários. Ao abrigo do acordo, o grupo de comunicação social espanhol pode ficar com uma posição superior a 40% no capital do grupo liderado por Pais do Amaral. As acções da Media Capital dispararam um máximo de 6,88%, esta manhã.
Analistas dizem oferta pode oscilar entre 7,03 e 8,41 euros
OPA da Prisa sobre Media Capital nas mãos da CMVMUma OPA da Prisa sobre a Media Capital vai depender da interpretação sobre a partir de que altura se vai considerar que a Prisa detém direitos de voto superiores a 33%. Segundo o BCP, o preço de uma eventual OPA pode oscilar entre 7,03 e 8,41 euros. O BPI diz que a RTL poderá ter ainda uma palavra a dizer.
'It is a chance for the ordinary citizen to help us find ways to stop wasting public money, I (i.e., Jim Hacker - Ed.) reiterated.
'The public', said Sir Humphrey, 'do not know anything about wasting public money. We are the experts.'
The Song That Goes Like This
DENNIS
Once in every show
There comes a song like this
It starts off soft and low
And ends up with a kiss
Oh where is the song
That goes like this?
Where is it? Where? Where?
LADY
A sentimental song
That casts a magic spell
They all will hum along
We'll overact like hell
For this is the song that goes like this
BOTH
Yes it is! Yes it is!
DENNIS
Now we can go straight
Into the middle eight
A bridge that is too far for me
LADY
I'll sing it in your face
While we both embrace
BOTH
And then
We change
The key!
DENNIS
Now we're into E!
*hem* That's awfully high for me
LADY
But as everyone can see
We should have stayed in D
BOTH
For this is our song that goes like this!
DENNIS
I'm feeling very proud
LADY
You're singing far too loud
DENNIS
That's the way that this song goes
LADY
You're standing on my toes
BOTH
Singing our song that goes like this!
LADY
I can't believe there's more
DENNIS
It's far too long, I'm sure
LADY
That's the trouble with this song
It goes on and on and on
BOTH
For this is our song that is too long!
BOTH
Jesus Christ! Goddamit! (spoken)
LADY
We'll be singing this till dawn
DENNIS
You'll wish that you weren't born
LADY
Let's stop this damn refrain
Before we go insane
BOTH
The song always ends like this!
#14 - Outra Cena
O santo a seca o sertão
O filho morto nas mãos
Família fome facão
A grana o gado o ladrão
O pau o podre o país
Amado o medo a matriz
Só não sofreu
Quem não viu
Não entendeu
Quem não quis.