Plot
Set during the grand, sweeping Napoleonic age, an officer in the French army insults another officer and sets off a life-long enmity. The two officers, D'Hubert and Feraud, cross swords time and time again in an attempt to achieve justice and preserve their honor.
Keywords: 1800s, 1810s, 19th-century, adventure-hero, arranged-marriage, augsburg-germany, bachelor, based-on-short-story, blood, blood
Fencing is a science. Loving is a passion. Duelling is an obsession.
Gabriel Feraud: I knew a man who was stabbed to death by a woman; gave him the surprise of his life.::Laura: I once knew a woman who was beaten to death by a man. I don't think it surprised *her* at all.
Armand D'Hubert: I am going to be killed responsibly, on horseback, as a compliment to the cavalry.
Armand D'Hubert: General Feraud has made occasional attempts to kill me. That does not give him the right to claim my acquaintance.
Armand D'Hubert: We came here to kill each other. Any ground is suitable for that.
Armand D'Hubert: Isn't this marriage-broking getting a little out of fashion?::Leonie: Nothing sensible goes out of fashion.
[talking about a marriage]::Armand D'Hubert: If I were to neglect making you a proposal, no blame would attach to you. And I think perhaps you might be saved from a... sad dull life.::Adele: If you neglect to make me a proposal, my uncle will go mad.::Armand D'Hubert: Damn it, you are not put on this earth to coddle your uncle.
[first lines]::Narrator: The duellist demands satisfaction. Honour, for him, is an appetite. This story is about an eccentric kind of hunger. It is a true story and begins in the year that Napoleon Bonaparte became ruler of France.
Leonie: A good marriage settles down quietly, like moss.
[last lines]::Armand D'Hubert: You have kept me at your beck and call for fifteen years. I shall never again do what you demand of me. By every rule of single combat, from this moment your life belongs to me. Is that not correct? Then I shall simply declare you dead. In all of your dealings with me, you'll do me the courtesy to conduct yourself as a dead man. I have submitted to your notions of honor long enough. You will now submit to mine.
Gabriel Feraud: You've insulted me!::Armand D'Hubert: I have strained my patience in order NOT to insult you.::Gabriel Feraud: I demand an apology!
A cut above the rest !
Ladd pays off for a wronged girl who was a "right guy!".
He's a fighting reporter making front page history!.
Leona: What did you take as a seditive before you met me?
Ed Adams: Your face is flushed, baby.::Leona: I'm a little dizzy. I don't get along very well with champagne; and you shouldn't have looked at me like that.
Plot
Amber St Clair means to get on in life and despite a poor background knows she has the assets to do it. Husbands, lovers, prison and a liaison with King Charles II form a tapestry of apparently calculating ups and downs, although in fact the one love of her life, Bruce Carlton, is never far from Amber's thoughts.
Keywords: 1660s, 17th-century, ambition, based-on-novel, character-name-in-title, duel, england, fire, foundling, king-charles-ii
King Charles II: [to his spaniels] Children, children, what distressing behavior.
Lord Harry Almsbury: Amber, you've restored my vanished faith in gambling at long odds.
King Charles II: [at a royal ball] Look at them. My loving subjects. You'd never know that half of them danced in Puritan garb while my father went to the chopping block.::Amber St. Clair: [moved] No wonder you seek solace in amusement, sire. [slyly] Can a common trollop help you to forget?
Plot
Amber St Clair means to get on in life and despite a poor background knows she has the assets to do it. Husbands, lovers, prison and a liaison with King Charles II form a tapestry of apparently calculating ups and downs, although in fact the one love of her life, Bruce Carlton, is never far from Amber's thoughts.
Keywords: 1660s, 17th-century, ambition, based-on-novel, character-name-in-title, duel, england, fire, foundling, king-charles-ii
King Charles II: [to his spaniels] Children, children, what distressing behavior.
Lord Harry Almsbury: Amber, you've restored my vanished faith in gambling at long odds.
King Charles II: [at a royal ball] Look at them. My loving subjects. You'd never know that half of them danced in Puritan garb while my father went to the chopping block.::Amber St. Clair: [moved] No wonder you seek solace in amusement, sire. [slyly] Can a common trollop help you to forget?
Plot
When the body of Violet Feverel is discovered on the Central Park bridle path, Inspector Oscar Piper is about to declare her death accidental from a thrown horse, until his friend and amateur detective Hildegarde Withers locates the horse and discovers blood on the horse. The coroner deems it a murder when the cause of death is shown to be by a blunt instrument on the victim's head. The suspects include Violet's ex-husband, Don Gregg, who she jailed for nonpayment of alimony, but who was just released by a forged court order; Latigo Wells, the manager of Violet's stables and who had an argument with her that morning; and Eddie Fry, who had quarreled with Violet over his seeing her sister, Barbara Foley, and who was about to elope with Barbara. At Don's Long Island home, Hildegarde and Oscar meet his sickly father, Patrick, the caretaker, Chris Thomas, and his crippled son, Joey. After Patrick is murdered, Hildegarde snoops around and discovers clues which pinpoint the murderer, who is out to kill her.
Keywords: african-american, amateur-detective, based-on-novel, black-stereotype, central-park-manhattan-new-york-city, cigar-smoking, detective, detective-series, disability, forgery
Two murders solved by an amateur!
A mystery smothered in suspense!
Police Insp. Oscar Piper: There ain't a dame on earth I can't forget in six months.
Police Insp. Oscar Piper: [sarcastically] Hildegarde, you're as funny as a cry for help.
Police Insp. Oscar Piper: Well, I'm a speckled ape!
The second (SI unit symbol: s) is the International System of Units (SI) base unit of time and also a unit of time in other systems (abbreviated s or sec). Between 1000 (when al-Biruni used seconds) and 1960 the second was defined as 1/86,400 of a mean solar day (that definition still applies in some astronomical and legal contexts). Between 1960 and 1967, it was defined in terms of the period of the Earth's orbit around the Sun in 1900, but it is now defined more precisely in atomic terms. Seconds may be measured using mechanical, electric or atomic clocks.
However, 19th- and 20th-century astronomical observations revealed that this average time is lengthening and thus the sun–earth motion is no longer considered a suitable basis for definition. With the advent of atomic clocks, it became feasible to define the second based on fundamental properties of nature. Since 1967, the second has been defined to be:
SI prefixes are frequently combined with the word second to denote subdivisions of the second, e.g., the millisecond (one thousandth of a second), the microsecond (one millionth of a second), and the nanosecond (one billionth of a second). Though SI prefixes may also be used to form multiples of the second such as kilosecond (one thousand seconds), such units are rarely used in practice. The more common larger non-SI units of time are not formed by powers of ten; instead, the second is multiplied by 60 to form a minute, which is multiplied by 60 to form an hour, which is multiplied by 24 to form a day.
David Andrew "Andy" Samberg (born August 18, 1978) is an American actor, comedian, rapper, and writer best known as a member of the comedy group The Lonely Island and as a cast member on Saturday Night Live from 2005 to 2012. On Saturday Night Live, he and The Lonely Island have been credited with popularizing the Emmy-winning SNL Digital Shorts, the comical short films and music videos starring Samberg and other members of the SNL cast. As a film actor, Samberg has appeared in Hot Rod; Space Chimps; Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist; I Love You, Man; Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs; Friends with Benefits; and What's Your Number?
Samberg was born in Mill Valley California, the son of Joe Samberg, a photographer, and Margi (née Marrow), an elementary school teacher who taught at Old Mill School. Samberg also has two sisters, Johanna and Darrow. He was raised in a Jewish household. His maternal grandfather, Alfred J. Marrow, served as the executive chair of the American Jewish Congress, although Samberg describes himself as "not particularly religious." Samberg discovered Saturday Night Live as a child while sneaking past his parents to watch professional wrestling on television. He became "obsessed" with the show, and his devotion to comedy became frustrating to teachers who felt he was unfocused on his schoolwork.
John Cantlie is a British war photographer and correspondent who was kidnapped by British Islamic extremists while crossing into Syria on July 19, 2012, near Bab al Hawa. Along with Dutch photographer Jeroen Oerlemans, Cantlie was shot while trying to escape their captors. In an interview with The Sun newspaper on 26 August 2012 Cantlie said it was "every Englishman's duty to try and escape if captured." Both photographers claimed they were about to be handed over to a jihad unit affiliated with al-Qaeda for ransom when they were rescued by the Free Syrian Army. Cantlie's kidnap is the first recorded case of a British journalist being held, shot and then rescued from fellow Britons during the revolutions of the Arab Spring.
The pair were held by the jihad group al-Dawla al-Islamiyya (The Islamic State) whose leader, Abo Mohamad Al-Shami, encouraged British Muslims to join the group to fight a Holy War against the government of Bashar al-Assad. It is alleged the group used the cover of online aid agencies to smuggle European fighters across the Turkish border into Syria. In an account in The Sunday Times on 5 August 2012, Cantlie wrote: "I ended up running for my life, barefoot and handcuffed, while British jihadists - young men with south London accents - shot to kill. They were aiming their Kalashnikovs at a British journalist, Londoner against Londoner in a rocky landscape that looked like the Scottish Highlands. Bullets kicking up dirt as I ran. A bullet through my arm, another grazing my ear. And not a Syrian in sight. This wasn't what I had expected."
Oerlemans was shot in the left leg and Cantlie in the left arm during their escape attempt, Cantlie suffering ulnar nerve palsy (loss of feeling and use to the hand) as a result. In an account of the shooting, Oerlemans says some of the British Muslims stood over him holding a rock as though to smash it onto his head and shouted, "die, kaffir, die!" Oerlemans then stated that "the British guys were the most vindictive of them all." They were taken back to the camp where a fighter who claimed to be an NHS doctor stabilized them and treated their wounds. The pair said the doctor gave them information and extra food. Cantlie later wrote in the October 2012 edition of FHM magazine that this was Stockholm Syndrome, where a hostage befriends one or more of their captors.
They were subjected to mock executions, beaten and at one point believed they would be beheaded when their captors started sharpening knives. "I honestly thought that was it," Cantlie wrote in The Sunday Times. Then on 26 July, one week after being kidnapped, they were rescued by four members of the FSA. The rebels came into the camp shooting their weapons and held at least one jihad fighter at gunpoint while Cantlie and Oerlemans were helped into a waiting vehicle. Both photographers had to be assisted as their feet had been seriously injured when they tried to escape and neither could walk. They had lost all their camera equipment, passports and clothes in the incident, and were smuggled back across the border at a crossing used primarily by Syrian refugees. They were initially treated by a medic for the New York Times in Antakya before being debriefed by Turkish and then British intelligence.
One month later Abo Mohamad Al-Shami was killed in unclear circumstances, reportedly by an officer in the Farouq Brigades, a rival jihad group. Reports say he was kidnapped by the unit, held for three days and then executed by repeated stabbing in the stomach. His body was recovered and buried by his brother in the area near to the Syrian town of Samarda. There were unconfirmed reports of British special forces operating in the area at the same time, while the members of al-Dawla al-Islamiyya headed south for Homs or left Syria soon afterwards. On 9 October 2012 an individual suspected of being involved in the kidnap was arrested at Heathrow airport after arriving on a flight from Egypt.
This was Cantlie's second visit to Syria. In March 2012 he became the first Western photographer to witness first-hand an incursion by government ground troops into a city when T72 heavy tanks rolled in to the city of Saraquib in Idlib province and started shelling indiscriminately. In a feature in the Sunday Telegraph published on March 31, Cantlie wrote: "Then the tanks opened fire. Fist-sized pieces of shrapnel sliced through the air, decapitating one rebel immediately. His rifle clattered to the ground as his friends dragged his headless torso from the line of fire." To illustrate what the Syrian rebels were up against, Cantlie took a photograph looking down the barrel of an advancing T72. In an interview he later described taking the picture as "not terribly comfortable."
John Cantlie is the great grandson of Dr James Cantlie, who in 1896 was instrumental in the protection of the famous Chinese revolutionary Sun Yat Sen who would otherwise have been executed by the Chinese secret service. His grandfather, Colonel Kenneth Cantlie, designed the China Railways KF locomotive, at 260 tons the largest locomotive of post-war China that remained in service until 1972.
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Frank James Lampard (born 20 June 1978) is an English professional footballer who plays as an attacking midfielder for Chelsea and the England national team. He also holds the position of vice-captain for his club side. He is considered to be one of the best English footballers of his time, and is widely regarded to be one of the best midfield players of his generation. Lampard is best described as a box-to-box midfielder known for "his work-rate, range of passing and goalscoring ability."
Lampard began his career at West Ham United, for whom his father Frank Lampard, Sr. had also played. He had secured a place in the first team by the 1997–98 season, and the following year helped the team finish 5th in the Premier League, their highest-ever Premier League placing. In 2001, he moved to rival London club Chelsea for £11 million.
From his debut onwards he was ever-present in the Chelsea first team, setting a record 164 consecutive Premier League appearances. He established himself as a prolific scorer at the West London club and was a key part of the sides which won back-to-back Premier League titles in 2004–05 and 2005–06 and a domestic cup double in 2007. He signed a new contract in 2008, becoming the highest paid Premier League footballer at that time, and scored in his first Champions League Final that same year. He won the FA Cup for the second time in 2009, scoring the winning goal in the final. In the 2009–10 season, Lampard won the Premier League title and FA Cup (domestic cup double) and also had his most prolific season with Chelsea, scoring 22 league goals and 17 league assists. In the 2011-12 season, Lampard captained Chelsea to their first UEFA Champions League title.
James Edward Franco (born April 19, 1978) is an American actor. His first prominent role was a lead part on the short-lived cult hit television program Freaks and Geeks; he later achieved recognition for playing the titular character in the TV biographical film James Dean (2001), for which he was awarded a Golden Globe Award. He achieved international fame with his portrayals of Harry Osborn in Sam Raimi's Spider-Man trilogy.
Franco has won or been nominated for a number of awards. He has done both dramatic and comedic work in projects and has appeared in an eclectic range of films since the 2000s, ranging from period to contemporary pieces, and from major Hollywood productions to less publicized indie films, as well as fantasy films to biopics and soap operas. Other notable films include Pineapple Express, a 2008 stoner comedy that earned him his second Golden Globes nomination; the 2008 Harvey Milk-biopic Milk; and Danny Boyle's 2010 drama film 127 Hours, about real-life mountain climber Aron Ralston's struggle to free his hand from a boulder. His performance in 127 Hours earned him nominations for many high-profile awards, including the Academy Awards, Golden Globe and Screen Actors Guild Awards. In 2011, he starred opposite Andy Serkis in Rupert Wyatt's successful science fiction film Rise of the Planet of the Apes, a reboot of the Planet of the Apes franchise. Since 2009, he has played a recurring role in the ABC daytime soap opera General Hospital.
Sun has lost
Mountains fell
What took away our anchor
Snow in the old sky
Escape is a long dead end
We need to rise higher
Temples burn
Fires underneath
What controls our anger
Moon coming in
Sun has lost
Did you know
Mountains fell
Letting one second go on
To go over a lifetime
We were such good friends
She writes down her lines
There aren't many words about me.
Could be thinking these days of
A different space, as she said.
Pages, pages on the floor.
Writing lyrics close to her.
She writes down her lines
There aren't many words about me.
Could be thinking these days of
A different space, as she said.
Pages, pages on the floor.
Writing lyrics close to her.
Like a secret in her past
Normal feelings coming back
She didn't need too many things
Something to hold. Something to write
And I dont need an explanation
When it began was easy to stay
If I look back, there's nothing unfair
And I don't need an explanation at all
And now the painted sun
Is not our common background
And now the stars on the wall
They aren't shining for me anymore
Pages pages on the floor
Writing lyrics close to her.
Like a secret in her past
Normal feelings coming back
She didn't need too many things
Something to hold. Something to write
And I dont need an explanation
When it began was easy to stay
If I look back there's nothing unfair
And I don't need an explanation
I can't think with clarity
Figures looking blurred to me
I am starting to be sick of trying .
Her diary has other friends
Her diary has other songs
Her diary is not the same as mine
She didn't need too many things
Something to hold. Something to write
And I dont need an explanation
When it began was easy to stay
If I look back there's nothing unfair
And I don't need an explanation
I can't think with clarity
Figures looking blurred to me
DIFFERENT LEVELS
Useless place, so virgin
Secrets, unexplored lands...
Quiet room while we talk
Nothing more, no one's around
There's a funny moon above our heads laughing at you and me
And she likes to count certain words, certain words...
And they say that's not a common way
That's the trouble, different levels
They can think what they want to think
That's the trouble, different levels, different levels...
Such different levels...
Something grows, old fashioned notes
Sound much better than before
Just the things I've never watched
My close circles are less bored
And she likes to count certain words, certain words
Of different levels, of different levels,
Such different levels...
I've got a ticket to be right for a long long time
I got it in an auction
And I suppose you realize that you're invited
Communication line has failed
If you want, I'll sign a declaration
If you want, I'll publish it on the front page
And I could write it everywhere...
I've got a ticket to be right for a long long time
I got it in an auction
And I suppose you realize that you're invited
Communication line has failed
If you want, I'll sign a declaration
If you want, I'll publish it on the front page
And I could write it everywhere...
I like the things I've never watched
I feel they were waiting inside me
When I called your name
Troubles go away
When you call my name
When I call your name
I've got a ticket to be right for a long long time
I got it in an auction
And I suppose you realize that you're invited
Communication line has failed
If you want, I'll sign a declaration
Everything I touch,
Targets that I shot
Turn to little pieces, tiny pieces,
I am not exaggerating
I know how it sounds
I fix my eyes on you
This is exciting, relaxing
The end of the film is never the same
Follow me, inside my head
Spies of the universe
Why not. why not
We'll get a seat.
On tomorrow's flight.
I heard about a great new show.
You press the button.... Hurry up!
This is called ‘a good start' for me.
We'll shoot right now...
Do it, do it.
I'm gonna stay here above
And this is how it works.
Your characters are never bored
I know how it sounds
I fix my eyes on you
This is exciting, relaxing
The end of the film is never the same
We'll get a seat.
On tomorrow's flight.
I heard about a great new show.
You press the button.... Hurry up!
This is called ‘a good start' for me.
We'll shoot right now
Invisible spies of the universe
This is called ‘a good start' for me.
We'll shoot right now...
Waking up, the big globe spins.
Another lovely bird singing
Modulating sounds, so delicate...
I'm watching
Every single detail of the texture of her skin,
Made me realise that elegance is not for sale in supermarkets
I drew a line, a re-creation of her shape
Makes me feel just like I am not wrong, no mistakes.
Meet me on the corner
I will treat you like a challenge
We can find a way, for a perfect day
Is it good enough?. Here's my heart beat
Possible distortion of the truth, a lack of communication
I'm in need of your comprehension. Fragile merchandise
Swimming out of the water, the miles were getting hard
Our thoughts will be so close and we'll be fine
Meet me on the corner
I will treat you like a challenge
We can find a way, for a perfect day
Is it good enough?. Here's my heart
Give me a chance
And drop me a line
I will give my soul away
I can't swear this will be the last time
Is it good enough for a perfect day?
I drew a line, a re-creation of her shape
Makes me feel just like I am not wrong, no mistakes.
Meet me on the corner
I will treat you like a challenge
We can find a way, for a perfect day
Is it good enough?. Here's my heart
Give me a chance
And drop me a line
I will give my soul away
I can't swear this will be the last time
Is it good enough for a perfect day?
For today... for today... for today... for today.
Meet me on the corner
I will treat you like a challenge
We can find a way, for a perfect day
we can face it all now
The mirror
Is not reflecting the disgraceful image
That I used to see in front of me
A glimmer of hope that comforts me . I' m safe
I'm safe, I'm safe, I'm safe, I'm safe
Unimportant chosen ways
Getting better
In a general state
I' m safe, I'm safe, I'm safe
Never stepping back
Nobody turns around
Looking straight forward
We'll be in touch
I 'm safe, I'm safe, I'm safe,
A breakdown
I'm the being I wish to be
The movements
not predictible
The pieces had run away
breaking all the rules and...
I can't avoid it, this is the choice
I can't avoid it, this is the choice
Following the lights out there
Superficial tendencies removed from my routine
They're belongings from an erased world
It's not a shame, shame, shame
I got disconnected, unplugging cables from machines
And the burden has been properly towed away
Studied plan
I need to run
Smells like burnt
I need to run
I can't avoid it, this is the choice
I can't avoid it, this is the choice
Following the lights out there
Superficial tendencies removed from my routine
They're belongings from an erased world
It's not a shame, shame, shame
I got disconnected, unplugging cables from machines
And the burden has been properly towed away
Following the lights out there
Superficial tendencies removed from my routine
They're belongings from an erased world
It's not a shame, shame, shame
I got disconnected, unplugging cables from machines
It's a different way to express oneself to someone else
What do you feel?
All the sounds around the world,
They're telling stories ... stories.
It's a different kind of life
I couldn't exactly explain how much I like.
Lying on the grass my past seems to be burning,
It's burning ... and I can't stop.
And I cared less for stupid things
But you now how to spoil my plans.
Behind the pose of serious girls you can't no longer hide ...
Where have you been? ...
You look so real ...
Where have you been? ...
You look so real ...
In my room
A thousand voices out of tune.
I could be in the center of the universe.
It wouldn't be the same without your presence.
I don't really want to be without your presence.
Cause I'm used to ... I'm used to you, and I can't stop
And I cared less for stupid things
But you now how to spoil my plans.
Behind the pose of serious girls you can't no longer hide ...
Where have you been? ...
You look so real ...
Where have you been? ...
You look so real ...
My real coldest dream.
You've had enough.
If you wouldn't have emotions.
I'm consumed
Keep me connected to the ground
They make me out to be so cold
An exercise of self-criticism
I am sure that It won't come off
What have I got?. It's a drastic change...
And I can consider things are going well...
Look inside
Muscles contracting
Getting numb
Nerves made of stone
How soon we forget it, How quick we ignore where we are coming from
Refresh my mind frequently
What have I got?. It's a drastic change...
And I can consider things are going well...
You're the North
Don't move away or I'll become
Useless junk
I am begging you
Don't give up
I've never felt so insecure.
Useless junk
I am begging you
How soon we forget it, How quick we ignore where we are coming from
Refresh my mind frequently
Unusual terms.
I closed my mouth
Tears describing what we had to do
They were changing the rules
You're the North
Don't move away or I'll become
Useless junk
I am begging you
Don't give up
I've never felt so insecure.
Useless junk
I am begging you
You're the north
Don't move away or I'll become
Useless junk
I am begging you
Don't give up
I've never felt so insecure.
Useless junk
Alone, isolation. An island
So far from the nearest sign of life
No ones is coming, No one is coming
Settled in a made to measure place
Why are you dragging me along...
Efforts in the wrong direction
Played repeatedly
Like a Deja vu
Slow motion, in slow motion
You're not up to date with the latest news
Someone else would have a reaction, you cutted yourself from reality
Your insides are asking for action... it couldn't be clearer, Can't you see it?
I can't stand your full resignation to the alarming fate
Weary questions wondering who's at fault. There's no telling
It is impossible to find it out... It's irrational,...it's a waste of time... and you haven't got too much to say...
Same speech, same words and messages repeating, frustrating the possibility of improvement
Stop it now, stop it now, that's enough, stop it now
it's disconcerting . Inventing your own truth on a desert island
I can't stand your full resignation to the alarming fate
Weary questions wondering who's at fault. There's no telling
It is impossible to find it out... It's irrational,...it's a waste of time... and you haven't got too much to say...
and you haven't got to much to say...
Cards are gone,...closing your eyelids... on a desert island
No one comes, closing your eyelids... nothing to show
Stop it now... closing your eyelids... swallow your pride
And I'll take what is given to me
And I'll realize I'm not going home
And after a while, when all of your currency's gone