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Updated May 16, 2016 at 02:52 PM EDT

The Crystal Gems are officially back in action after a lengthy hiatus, and they aren’t wasting any time in tackling some of _Steven Universe_‘s big issues.

The five-episode “In Too Deep” event kicked off May 12 with the intergalactic gemstone warriors taking care of the powerful fusion Malachite and the daunting “cluster” that threatened to detroy Earth. So what’s next for our heroes? Thanks to an exclusive clip and some intel from show creator Rebecca Sugar, EW has learned that this Thursday’s new episode is going to focus on the character of Lapis Lazuli, who is newly freed from her problematic fusion with Jasper.

“This next episode will let you know a lot more of [Lapis’] story,” Sugar told EW. She also shared a sneak peak of the episode “Same Old World,” which shows Lapis flying Steven over the fictional metropolis of Empire City while he explains its wonders to a doubtful Lapis.

While the first two episodes of the “In Too Deep” event have concentrated on major and thrilling storylines, Sugar says that it’s really “the light, goofy, human, down to Earth part of the show [that] is the core of it.” We talked to Sugar about geology, _Steven Universe_‘s take on sexuality, and the transformation of Peridot’s character. Check out the full interview below.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: WERE YOU INTERESTED IN GEOLOGY BEFORE THIS SHOW? WHAT INSPIRED BASING THIS WHOLE SUPERHUMAN ALIEN RACE ON GEMSTONES?

REBECCA SUGAR: I’ve learned a lot more about geology since I started the show. Early on, I was mostly interested in gems aesthetically, the smoothness of a pearl vs. the roughness of raw amethyst, vs. the mysterious deep color in a garnet. But I also loved the mythology and science tied to gems. I found it all very inspiring, especially as I started learning more about it. The deeper I got into the show, the more I looked to actual gems for inspiration.

FOR A KID’S SHOW, _STEVEN UNIVERSE_ MANAGES TO TALK ABOUT SOME PRETTY ADULT TOPICS. THANKS TO METAPHORS LIKE GEM FUSION AND SOCIAL STATUS OF PEARLS, YOU’VE BEEN ABLE TO COMMENT ON SEXUALITY AND CLASSISM/RACISM IN A WAY THAT IS ENGAGING FOR OLDER VIEWERS BUT STILL PALATABLE FOR CHILDREN. WAS IT ALWAYS YOUR INTENTION TO TACKLE THESE LARGE AND COMPLEX AREAS WITH A CHILDREN’S SHOW OR DID IT JUST EVOLVE INTO THAT NATURALLY?

It was definitely a goal early on, but it also evolved very naturally. As a crew, we’re always working toward making the show we wanted as children. And a lot of us on the crew are not straight and are not white, and these topics don’t seem like adult topics to us, because they were part of our experience growing up. The more I work on this show, the more incredible it seems to me that these topics are not usually discussed in media for kids. Kids not only get it, many of them are experiencing it themselves, sometimes with no context to tell them their experience makes sense, and almost always without a fun sci-fi fantasy take on that experience featuring wacky cartoon aliens. I’d really like to rectify that.

_STEVEN UNIVERSE_ HAS ITS BIG BATTLES AND ACTION, BUT BETWEEN THAT IS VERY LIGHT AND GOOFY, AND MANY EPISODES DEAL WITH HUMAN STORIES RATHER THAN INTERGALACTIC BATTLES. HOW DO YOU TRANSITION FROM WRITING A CUTE EPISODE ABOUT THE PEOPLE OF BEACH CITY TO WRITING A LARGE SUPERHERO BATTLE?

For me, the light, goofy, human, down-to-earth part of the show is the core of it. It’s really written right into the premise of the show, given that Rose Quartz and the Crystal Gems strongly believed that those light, goofy, human ideas should take precedent over intergalactic conquest. When it come to transitioning from the huge scope of the sci-fi elements in the show to the sweet, small, interpersonal moments in the show, that’s what I always try to remember. Those small moments inform the big and flashy stories in the show, and at the end of the day it’s humanity, and the small stories, that the Crystal Gems are fighting for.

PERIDOT WENT FROM A COLD AND CALCULATING VILLAIN TO A PRETTY COMIC CHARACTER IN THIS SEASON. CAN YOU DESCRIBE YOUR THOUGHTS BEHIND THAT CHARACTER’S TRANSFORMATION?

There’s a principle that the psychiatrist Carl Jung introduced that I find really interesting — this idea of “enantiodromia,” that a superabundance of a force will inevitably produce it’s opposite. I think of that with Peridot. It’s her obsession with rules and regulations, her belief that things can be one way and one way only, and her unquestioning obedience toward Yellow Diamond that eventually rockets her into becoming a rebel and anarchist when she realizes Yellow Diamond is capable of being wrong. How can you believe in what makes sense when what makes sense doesn’t make sense anymore? She’s excited by the infinite potential of everything, and fascinated by her own capacity to care, because those things had been a total blind spot for her.

The new episode of _Steven Universe_ will air Thursday on Cartoon Network. Get your first look at it in the exclusive clip above.

Steven Universe

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question: What did the protagonists just deal with in the show?

answer: The protagonists just dealt with the fusion Malachite and the cluster.

question: What will the show focus on next?

answer: The next episode of the show focuses on the character Lapis Lazuli.

question: What psychiatrist did Rebecca Sugar take inspiration from?

answer: Rebecca Sugar took inspiration from psychiatrist Carl Jung.

question: Who did Peridot lose faith in?

answer: Peridot lost faith in Yellow Diamond when she saw she was fallible.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The author is interviewing Rebecca Sugar, the creator of Cartoon Network's Steven Universe. Sugar talks about upcoming events in the show, as well as he inspiration behind the show and its themes.


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question: What is this article about?

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question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This article from the Liquipedia Counter-Strike Wiki describes a bracketed tournament regarding Liquipedia Counter-Strike. The organizer of this tournament is based in Stockholm, Sweden. The prize pool is 260,00 SEK, or $28.796.68 USD.


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“THE HALL OF EGRESS” is the twenty-fourth episode of the seventh season of the American animated television series _Adventure Time_. The episodewhich was written and storyboarded by Tom Herpich, from a story by head writer Kent Osborne, Jack Pendarvis, Ashly Burch, and Herpichdebuted on March 5, 2016 on Cartoon Network.

The series follows the adventures of Finn (voiced by Jeremy Shada), a human boy, and his best friend and adoptive brother Jake (voiced by John DiMaggio), a dog with magical powers to change shape and grow and shrink at will. In this episode, Finn and Jake set out to find a dungeon, but, after the two find it, Finn ends up getting trapped within. In the center of the structure he finds a door that, when he closes his eyes, he is able to pass through. However, every time Finn opens his eyes, he is transported back to being outside the door.

“The Hall of Egress” marked the third time that Herpich had storyboarded an episode by himself (the first instance being the third season episode “Thank You”, and the second being the sixth season episode “Walnuts & Rain”). Elements in the episode were inspired by, among other things, songs by M83 and the business practices of P. T. Barnum. Upon its airing, the episode was seen by 1.245 million viewers, and received largely positive reviews from critics. It was later nominated for a Primetime Emmy Award for Short-format Animation at the 68th Primetime Emmy Awards in 2016.

Plot

Finn and Jake set out to find a dungeon, but soon after discovering it, Finn ends up getting trapped within. In the center of the structure he finds a door that, when he closes his eyes, he is able to pass through. On the other side of this door is a maze, and past the maze is the outside world. However, every time Finn opens his eyes, he is transported back from where he came: outside the door. At first, Finn tries to live his life blindfolded, but he is always somehow forced to open his eyes. He eventually sets off on his own and wanders into an identical dungeon. In the center of this structure is a door that he can only pass through by opening his eyes. Finn does just that, and in doing so manages to escape the Hall of Egress.

Production

[A deleted scene from this episode was based on the business practices of P. T. Barnum.] The story for “The Hall of Egress” was developed by lead writer Kent Osborne, Jack Pendarvis, Ashly Burch, and storyboard artist Tom Herpich.[1] Herpich himself worked on the episode's storyboard, marking the third time that he had storyboarded an episode by himself (the first instance being the third season episode “Thank You”, and the second being the sixth season episode “Walnuts & Rain”).[2][3] The storyboard for “The Hall of Egress” was completed on May 22, 2015, and the episode was eventually animated by SAEROM Studios in South Korea.[4] Andres Salaff served as the episode's supervising director, and Sandra Lee handled art direction.[5]

In the episode's storyboard, Herpich added a note that for the line “Hurry, Finn, because at the seashell's center lies the cornucopia's smallest door” (which is spoken by Hynden Walch's Princess Bubblegum during Finn's climactic rush through the now-visible maze), the dialogue was to be “integrated into the propulsive, triumphant, poignant soundtrack”.[6] Herpich was inspired by the M83 songs “Intro”, “Reunion”, and “OK Pal” from the album _Hurry Up, We're Dreaming_ (2011), all of which mix music with soft, spoken-word elements.[7]

Originally, when he was storyboarding the episode, Herpich included a longer scene that explains how Finn knew what the word “egress” meant. In this short sequence, Finn recalls a time he went to a sideshow and noticed a sign that read “This way to the Egress”. Curious as to what an “egress” might be, he followed the sign, only to find himself having passed through the sideshow's exit.[8] This was a reference to an actual practice of P. T. Barnum, who placed signs (which read “This way to the Egress”) throughout his American Museum that many believed would lead to a strange creature known as the “egress”. What they failed to realize was that “egress” was simply a fancy but obfuscating word for “exit”. Only upon passing through the egress would they realize their mistake. And since they had left the exhibit early, they would be forced to once again pay for admission if they wished to finish touring the museum.[9][10] This scene was eventually scrapped due to time constraints and replaced with a shorter one in which Finn asks Princess Bubblegum the definition of the word; Herpich also mused that the scene was cut because “the [P. T. Barnum] reference might be too obscure” for casual viewers.[11]

Reception

“The Hall of Egress” aired on March 5, 2016. It was seen by 1.245 million viewers and scored a 0.3 Nielsen rating in the 18- to 49-year-old demographic (Nielsen ratings are audience measurement systems that determine the audience size and composition of television programming in the United States), which means that the episode was seen by 0.3 percent of all individuals aged 18 to 49 years old who were watching television at the time of the episode's airing.[12]

Oliver Sava of _The A.V. Club_ awarded the episode an “A”, calling it “a fascinating psychological horror story about a boy shedding everything that defines him in order to move on to the next phase of his life.”[13] Sava noted that while the episode was humorous, much of the comedy was undercut by the tragic and distressing nature of Finn's story.[14] Andrew Tran of Overmental argued that “the episode ... dissects vividly that bottomless feeling of midlife wanderlust ... not the road-trippy, running-through-the-fields kind [but rather] the life-map-disappearing-in-your-hands, what-the-hell-is-next kind.”[15] Tran contended that, through the use of video game tropes, explores the idea that life is ultimately unpredictable that there “is no map that you can make for yourself (or that anyone can give you) that can account for everything you’re going to encounter”.[16] “The Hall of Egress” has been highly lauded by the show's production staff, with series creator Pendleton Ward in particular naming it as one of his favorites. According to the crew, “It was just so thoughtfully done.”[17]

At the 68th Primetime Emmy Awards in 2016, “The Hall of Egress” was nominated for a Primetime Emmy Award for Short-format Animation.[18] The episode lost to the _Robot Chicken_ episode “Robot Chicken Christmas Special: The X-Mas United”.[19]

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title: The Hall of Egress

question: What number of what season is the episode?

answer: The 24th episode of the seventh season

question: When did the episode debut?

answer: March 5, 2016

question: Who storyboarded the episode?

answer: Top Herpich

question: What award was the episode nominated for?

answer: A Primetime Emmy Award for Short-format Animation

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: "The Hall of Egress" is the 24th episode of the 7th season of Adventure Time, an animated television series. In the episode, the protagonist, Finn, must escape a dungeon, but every time he opens his eyes, he is transported back to the beginning. The episode was nominated for a Primetime Emmy Award for Short-format Animation in 2016.


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BAN HIN KIONG () is a Taoist temple at jalan D.I. Panjaitan, Manado. It is the oldest temple in the city of Manado. This temple was established in 1819, then in 1893 there was built a house ash or known as _Tek Kong Su_ in Hokkien. At the beginning, the building was made of bamboo wood.

Ban means a lot, hin means a blessing / kindness, and kiong means palace.

History

The Ban Hin Kiong temple has been organizationally managed since 1935 through an organization _Sam Khauw Hwee_ association founded on the efforts and initiative of two figures: Yo Sio Sien and Que Boen Tjen.

On 14 March 1970 Ban Hin Kiong temple was burned by several people. On the initiative of Nyong Loho (Soei Swie Goan) who later served as chairman duplicate development and chief Ban Hin Kiong temple, renovation construction began. Ban Hin Kiong temple (commonly abbreviated BHK) has undergone several renovations of the building, both the addition of the floor and courtyard.[1]

[1] http://www.seputarsulut.com/klenteng-ban-hin-kiong/

title: Ban Hin Kiong Temple

question: Who built the Ban Hin Kiong Temple?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: When was the Ban Hin Kiong Temple built?

answer: 1819

question: In what country is the Ban Hin Kiong Temple located?

answer: That information can't be found, though it is in the city of Manado.

question: What religion is practiced at the Ban Hin Kiong Temple?

answer: Taoism

question: Summarize the temple's history.

answer: The temple was established in 1819. It was organizationally managed by the Sam Khaw Hwee association since 1935. It was burned on March 14, 1970, and Nyong Loho began its reconstruction.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The Ban Hin Kiong Temple is the oldest temple in the city of Manado. The Taoist temple was established in 1819. Reconstruction began after the temple was burned in 1970.


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Astronaut Tim Peake has reassured a concerned Prince Charles that he was doing extremely well after his six-month space mission.

"Are you sure you're in one piece?" the Prince asked.

Peake, 44, replied that he was "feeling absolutely great".

Prince Charles opening his latest Prince's trust centre in Bristol Credit: PA
The two met at the Bristol Centre of the Prince's Trust, which the Prince was there to unveil.

Father-of-two Peake has been an ambassador of the charity for over a year before he was launched in to space, and even RAN THE EQUIVALENT OF A LONDON MARATHON for the organisation on a treadmill whilst orbiting the Earth.

Major Peake spoke of the extreme temperatures and harsh impact (that of a small car crash!) his Soyuz capsule experienced upon re-entry to Earth.

The Prince joked to surrounding young people that taking off in a rocket was "all right" but it was the "coming down" which was the problem.

  There's an element of risk with any space flight, so on the serious side it's nice to be back in one piece.

The two then turned to the subject of the Prince's trust and it's mission to help disadvantaged young people.

The Royal placed half the blame on the lack of workshops in schools, and said he found 'turning people's lives around' to be 'the most rewarding part' of his work.

Daniel Edmund, 19, who has experienced depression, credits the trust for helping turn his life around.

He now has a job as a trainee outdoor activity instructor.

"I wouldn't be here without the Prince's Trust," he said.

The Prince and the Astronaut with Prince's Trust young ambassador Daniel Edmund. Credit: PA
The astronaut paid tribute to the Prince and his trust for helping "825,000 young people" change their lives for the better.

He called Charles "a wonderfully inspirational man" and later tweeted that it was an "honour" to meet the future king.

Prince Charles appeared equally impressed with Major Peake, describing him as "brave".

question: Who is Tim Peake?

answer: He's an astronaut, an ambassador for the Prince's Trust charity, and the father of two children.

question: Summarize everything about Tim Peake's space flight.

answer: He was launched for a six-month mission. He ran the equivalent of the London marathon on a treadmill for a charity event. He describes his re-entry in the Soyuz capsule as being similar to a car crash with extreme temperatures.

question: What is the Prince's Trust?

answer: It's a trust for helping young people in dire situations.

question: How does the Prince's Trust help disadvantaged youth?

answer: It's not stated in the article.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Astronaut Tim Peake, who was launched into space for six months and ran the equivalent of a London marathon there as the ambassador of the charity organization, the Prince's Trust. The two talked about the Prince's Trust and its mission to help young people in bad situations. 19-year-old Daniel Edmund credits the charity for helping him defeat his depression.


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title: Story request back in 8th grade about a plum, a zebra, and a well-intentioned charlatan!

question: Why did the young man want the plums?

answer: Likely to give away.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: An old man successfully plants a plum tree that had been passed down generation to generation. Only the worthiest descendent would be able to successfully plant the seed and live. The tree makes him wealthy but also paranoid.


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Driving down the dirt road he could feel it. The anticipation had been building up steadily since the day he got his job. It was like anticipation had created hundreds of cocoons that all decided to spread there wings at the same time. That kind of thing happens when you get to see the girl of your dreams for the first time in four months.
Pulling into the drive way he decides to make sure he looked the part of "super excited boyfriend" and "super fine" at the same time. Maybe not so much the latter. He decides this is about as good as he's gonna get his hair, there's nothing in his teeth, he was finally going to get to see her. Stepping out of his car, he makes his way towards the front door and knocks. She throws the door open and they just hold each other for what seemed like forever, but in reality it was only 5 seconds. He pushes himself away and says, "I have to get this out of my system." He cups her chin in his right hand, tilting her head slightly upwards so that their lips met at the perfect angle. Love never seemed like such a tangible thing until that moment.

title: Reunited: Love

question: Why is he excited?

answer: He is excited to see his girlfriend for the first time in 4 months.

question: Where is he going in his car?

answer: He is going to visit his girlfriend who he hasn't seen in 4 months.

question: Who are the main characters in the story?

answer: The man and his girlfriend are the only characters in the story.

question: Where did his girlfriend go?

answer: This information is not given in the text.

question: Why is she back?

answer: This information is not given in the text.

question: What are the major events of the story?

answer: He is on his way to his girlfriend's house. He hasn't been this excited since he started his new job. He hasn't seen her in 4 months. They hug for the longest time and then kiss.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: A man is on his way to his girlfriend's house. He hasn't been this excited since he started his new job. He hasn't seen her in 4 months, so he makes sure that his appearance makes him look like the super excited boyfriend and super fine. They hug for the longest time and then kiss.


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The clearest thing about that night was the slight laugh lines that formed at the corners of his eyes and lingered by his lips. I wanted to trace them, slowly...perhaps with my fingers; perhaps with my own lips. I couldn't quite decide.

I spotted him midway through the show. The band had a Rockabilly vibe and he was the only other person moving to the beat in the tiny space. It was, after all, a local pub with no dance floor. He didn't have a lot of dance moves, but I could tell he loved the music. We smiled at each other and quickly looked away, but our feet kept leading us closer together. Finally, there was only a rough looking Biker between us, covered in piercings. I took a deep breath, placed my hands on the leather-clad gentleman's shoulders, and whispered tantalizingly in his right ear..."Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but you're the only thing between me and the man who's dancing. I'm going to move you over a bit."

And I did just that, guiding the slightly confused guy out of the way, as I slid up next to the man with the shy smile. The band played on, sweat dripping and beer chugging; singing about heartbreak and sex and beautiful women. We danced, bumped into people, made room for ourselves--we twisted and stomped and cheered until our voices were raw and feet sore. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked with an accent, during a brief pause from the band. "Well, I..." I looked up at his face, at his smile, noticing the laugh lines. "Sure. I'll have whatever you're having." He ducked off while I tried to place it. Aussie, maybe?

He returned a minute later, empty handed. "They won't serve me! They think I've had enough." Though he didn't seem that inebriated to me, I started to laugh. He looked puzzled. "It's your accent! They think you're worse off than you are!" He groaned and we both shrugged and turned our attention back to the music. Back to the beat, back to the rhythm. We danced in tandem but we didn't touch, not even once.

At the end of the show the singer threw his arms around me. "I'm sorry, I'm so sweaty!" I didn't mind. He was giddy, he had thrown all of his joy into that hug, and he released me with the biggest grin on his face. "You boys were fantastic tonight. I'm so glad I came." I hugged the bass player and said my goodnights, while the band had another beer.

Outside, my new friend asked if there was somewhere else we could get a drink. "There's an Irish pub a couple blocks down." I gave him a sideways glance. "Maybe I should order for us." He laughed with me and we headed out. At the pub, I tried to figure out when and how to say what I needed to. I didn't want him to waste his money on buying me drinks, only to be disappointed. In the end I just kinda blurted it out--"I am in a bit of a different relationship situation. I am married, but we see other people...I don't do one night stands, though." He shrugged. "Eh, I'm not sure how to pick up girls, anyway." He was an engineer, though what he really wanted was to be a helicopter pilot. He was in town for work and only had one night to live it up. "I still want to dance! Do you know any nightclubs?"

I took him to the gay bar. It was the nearest place I could think of with a dance floor still going. "You don't mind, do you?" I asked while he took my hand. "Nah. Gay people are pretty good dancers. Is this okay...?" He squeezed my hand lightly. "Yeah, I think so. It's nice." He nodded. Our steps were a little uneven as the alcohol made its way through our limbs.

"So," he said, pausing a little. "If you aren't planning on having sex with me, do you think you could be my wing woman?" I laughed. "Of course."

At the club, we made our way out on the floor and moved and grooved to the awful music. The alcohol made us care a little less about the lyrics and we just followed the beat. We still didn't touch, except the accidental bumps when someone else crashed into us. I nodded towards the pole at the side of the dance floor. "You know, I broke my arm here once." He raised an eyebrow and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned, taunting me a little. "Well, you should get back on the horse then, yeah?" "Yeah, perhaps."

I jumped up, closed my eyes, and moved through two more songs, not daring to look at him. When I came back down he whispered to me "Well, you've got some moves." We had another drink and he looked over the crowd. "I feel bad about chatting someone else up; I'm here with you!" "Go, silly, I brought you here to have a good time. Do what you want to do."

"Well, mostly, I want to do you."

"...Okay, not that. Go on now." I shooed him away, laughing. He talked and danced with a few girls before returning to me. "She just asked me straight up if I'd like a fuck." He motioned to a pretty blonde across the floor. "Oh. That's rather direct. Well then?" "I turned her down." He smiled. I smiled. We danced some more.

When our feet would no longer hold us and I was sure my lungs would burst, we sat on a couch in the corner. "So....what about kissing?" he inquired, as we were close together and comfortable. "Kissing is not a one night stand, is it?" I paused. "I...I don't really know!" "Well it's your rules, silly, what do you mean you don't know?"

His kisses were gentle and warm. I pulled back, blushing. He leaned in again, and I kissed him on the nose and dashed back to the dance floor. He followed. We had one more dance left in us. This time, we moved in close, and I slid my arm around his neck briefly. We moved together--slightly apart, but I could feel the warmth of his chest. Then the song was over, and we pulled away.

Outside, I told him we had two options. "We can go find some food, or part ways here." "Food!" After some discussion, however, we realized that our only option that late was ordering from the 24 hour pizza place. "We could order to my room...?" He was so hopeful. "Not happening, my dear." "Well, you can't fault me for trying," he said sheepishly. I couldn't. I probably would have enjoyed the one night with him, but it really wasn't my thing. I called him a cab and said I could walk home from there, as my house wasn't far. "Will you be alright, though?"

"Probably!"

The walk took me a half hour. I met others on the way, with calls of "Pretty lady!" and "Where's the party?" but I made it home fine, of course. I texted him to let him know I made it, and he replied in kind. The next morning we each texted once to say thanks for the company and we had had a good time. He was the last to text and I left it at that, smiling.

Two days later, I received one more text from him.

"Hi, good meeting you and all the very best, but I would appreciate not texting me as I am with someone and she would not like me getting texts from strange women. I hope you can understand, take care and look after yourself, me."

I would have traced his laugh lines with my fingers after all, I think. Very lightly.

title: Saturday night

question: Why was the biker confused?

answer: Because the girl tells him she will move him out of the way.

question: Why did the narrator and the boy go to a gay bar?

answer: Because it was the nearest place with a dance floor still going.

question: What is the narrator's relationship with the boy?

answer: They like each other but the narrator does not want one night stand so she will be his wing-woman that night.

question: Is the boy a good dancer?

answer: It seems he is not.


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[COLÉGIO SANTO ANTÔNIO entrance (at reforms) at _Pernambuco street_, in Belo Horizonte.] COLÉGIO SANTO ANTÔNIO (ST. ANTHONY SCHOOL) is a Brazilian Franciscan school located in the Savassi neighborhood of Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais. It is maintained by _Casa de Santo Antonio_ (St. Anthony House).[1]

History

Colégio Santo Antônio was established at São João del Rei, Minas Gerais, on May 1, 1909, by the Order of Friars Minor.[2] It distinguished itself as a benchmark of education, welcoming students from all over the country.

In the late 1940s, the school was moved to Belo Horizonte, the state capital, to better prepare students for the Federal University of Minas Gerais, then known as the University of Minas Gerais.

Under the direction of Brother Bertrando, Pedro Schretlen and others, the school was moved to 880 Pernambuco Street on February 17, 1950, where an inaugural mass was celebrated in a makeshift chapel. The school also began to support the autonomy of the new Franciscan province. That same year, the school added seven science classes, and offered its first gym classes two years later.

In 1972, the unit of São João del Rei (High School San Antonio) ceased operations, making the building available for other public projects. In the old building, the Municipal Foundation of São João del Rei was started, which was one of the entities forming the Federal University of São João del-Rei. The Franciscans kept the school true to the principles of the order. After the death of Brother Bertrando, the school went under the direction of Frei Felix, from 1959 to 1962. From 1962 to 1967, Frei Humbertino Backes, Eduardo Copray and Giraldi oversaw school operations. Frei Aristides Kasbergen managed the school from 1967 to 1984, Fr Dario Campos from 1984 to 1991, and Hilário Meekes from 1991 to 2000.

In 2002 and 2003, Zé Roberto and Pedro discontinued their leadership of the school, and Frei Flávio Silva Vieira continued the work in the area of pastoral care. Frei Jonas Nogueira da Costa took over the ministry in late 2006. Frei Jacir de Freitas Faria has been Director General and Pedagogical since late 2006. Since late 2007, Frei Alexsandro Rufino da Silva has been the Director of Administration and Finance.

In 2018 the educational institution became a member of the UNESCO Associated Schools Program Network (PEA / Unesco).[3][4]

Chronology

[Banner celebrating the school's centenary.]

-   1909 - Foundation of the school at São João del-Rei
-   1950 - Inauguration of the headquarters in Belo Horizonte, initially focused on science
-   1964 - Inauguration of the Shrine of St. Anthony
-   1977 - Installation of _Coleginho_ (little school) for early elementary school education
-   1992 - Implementation of the teaching of informatics
-   1999 - Implementation of an educational gratuity project to serve disadvantaged students

Characteristics

[_Coleginho_.] Colégio Santo Antônio (CSA) is maintained by the Association of Franciscan Education and Welfare. It belongs to the _Province of Santa Cruz_, internal division of the Order of the Friars Minor, founded in 1209 by St. Francis of Assisi.

The directors of the school are Frei Jacir de Freitas Faria (Educational and General), Fr Alexsandro Rufino da Silva (Administrative and Financial) and Frei Jonas Nogueira da Costa (Pastoral). On May 1, 2009, the school had been in operation for 100 years.

A series of extra-curricular activities in sports and the arts are offered by the school. Students take classes in guitar, violin, flute, ballet, jazz, folk dancing, soccer, handball, volleyball, and basketball. The school also has three choirs and an experimental orchestra.

The school won fourth place in Brazil in the High School Nacional Exam (_ENEM_) 2008.[5]

Campuses

The school has a primary education facility (_Coleginho_), located at Rua Pernambuco, 732 (Funcionários neighborhood). Here students study from 1st through 5th grade.

A combined middle school and high school is located at Rua Pernambuco, 880 (Savassi neighborhood). Here students study the 6th through 9th grade before advancing to the high school.

Student Council

The St. Anthony's Student Council is very active and is supported by the principals and teachers. During election periods, the Council organises awareness-raising campaigns for students, promoting debates between candidates for elective office and inviting judges of the Regional Electoral Court (_Tribunal Regional Eleitoral de Minas Gerais_) to give lectures.

In the cultural sector, the Council and its Department of Internal Affairs develop projects such as “Debate Theatre” and “Reading the Classics”. The Council also promotes the Festival of Bands at recess time. Students vote for the best bands and the winners get to play in the “Ice Cream Festival”, which is also sponsored by the Council.

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[2] About Colégio Santo Antônio. Retrieved October 21, 2019.

[3] Colégio Santo Antônio recebe selo da Unesco, _Estado de Minas_. Retrieved October 21, 2019.

[4] Apenas 19 escolas de Minas promovem valores da Unesco, _O Tempo_. Retrieved October 21, 2019.

[5] Ranking das 20 melhores escolas no ENEM 2008. _Mundo Vestibular_. Retrieved November 29, 2019.

title: Colégio Santo Antônio

question: Summarize the history of Colégio Santo Antônio.

answer: Colégio Santo Antônio was established in 1909 by the Order of Friars Minor. It was moved to Belo Horizonte in the 1940s. In 2018 it became a member of the UNESCO Associated Schools Program Network.

question: Summarize a typical student's education at Colégio Santo Antônio.

answer: Students start their studies at the primary education facility and are taught there from 1st to 5th grade. From there they move to middle and high school located at Rua Pernambuco, 880. A wide variety of extra curricular activities are offered to the students, including ballet, folk dancing, sports, choir and orchestra.

question: What does the text say about Colégio Santo Antônio's Student Council?

answer:
According to the text, Colégio Santo Antônio's Student Council is very active. Members are elected and judges from the Regional Electoral Court are invited to give lectures. The Student Council develops projects such as "Debate Theatre,"
 "Reading the Classics," and "the Festival of the Bands."

question: Summarize the effect the Order of Friars Minor has had on Colégio Santo Antônio.

answer: The Order of Friars Minor established Colégio Santo Antônio in 1909. The school has been run by various members of the Order ever since, most recently with Frei Jonas Nogueira da Costa and Frei Jacir de Freitas Faria in 2006 and Frei Alexsandro Rufino da Silva in 2007. The Order of the Friars Minor was founded in 1209.


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I stare down at my arm. It’s so pale and unblemished. I slowly lift up my razor blade. I can feel it’s cold anticipation, ready to tear my skin apart, which is exactly what it’s going to do. I drag it across my flesh in a long slow drag. I watch as the warm crimson spreads. My arm, my clothes, -nothing remains dry. Why do I do this to myself? I keep saying that I’m going to stop.
	Suddenly there is a knock at my door. I panic. I wrap a dirty cloth around my arm and run into the hotel closet. “Get out here right now you little bitch.” I can already tell who it is from their voice. My drug dealer. As I’m crouching in the closet I try to slow my breathing, but my heart jumps when the door is kicked in. There’s a tiny hole in the closet door, and I lean forward to put my eye to it. I can see he’s brought company. They’ve moved into another area of my hotel room, possibly the kitchen. I close my eyes as I strain to hear them, but by the time I open my eyes I’m too late. I feel a searing hot rod force its way into the back of my skull. I can’t stop screaming, and that attracts the rest of the men.
	I have no choice but to obey. I come out of the closet quietly while they tie me up.  I try to remain calm, but I falter as the boss begins to talk. “Guess what Sabrina? I woke up today and I found all my drugs and money gone. You’re the last person I’ve sold to in days. What did you do with them?
	I have no idea what he’s talking about. He’s probably high right now. But then I suddenly remember something. The razor blade on my bed. At the current moment they have me tied up, lying face down on the floor. I look up at him and use my most innocent voice. “I didn’t do it, but I know who did. But right now I’m a little uncomfortable. You can keep me tied up, but please let me lie down on the bed. “
	“Why should I care if you’re comfortable or not?”
“Because otherwise I’m not  going to say a thing.”
	“I guess I’ll just have to beat it outta ya.”
I smile a cocky grin. “You already poked out one of my eyes and I haven’t said anything yet.” I hear him curse under his breath as he throws me onto the bed.  Within seconds I find the razor blade and start to cut at the rope that imprisons me. I’m done quickly and he doesn’t even notice.
	“Quite stalling and tell me something already.”
“Oh, I’ll tell you something.”
	“what’s that?”
“you’re going to die.”
I throw my razor, quick and sleek, and watch as his blood spurts out. His goonies have seen enough, and bolt for the door.  They think they’re going to get away, but they’re not. I grab the two closest things on the end table next to my bed, a pen and a vase. I sprint out my door and quickly catch them in the parking garage. The first assailant makes the mistake of turning around to look at me, and I smash the vase into his face, sending a million shards of glass into his eyes, flesh, and even mouth. I grab a piece before it hits the ground and I kill him like I did his boss, by slicing his throat. This whole time his buddy has just been standing there, watching me kill him. Once his friend is done it’s only me and him, and he has my full attention. I take my pen and jab it into his right eye, just like the one that got damaged on my own face less than five minutes ago. I quickly pluck the pen back out and sink it into his heart, and let his body drop. I don’t care about the mess, let the staff clean it up.

title: Short story 1 (warning:bloddy/gore)

question: Who are the main characters of the story?

answer: Sabrina and the drug dealers.

question: Why does the narrator hurt herself?

answer: That information can’t be found.

question: What does the drug dealer want?

answer: He's accusing Sabrina of stealing drugs and money from him.

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: At a hotel.

question: Write a ~8 sentence summary.

answer: Sabrina is in a hotel room slashing her arm with a razor when she hears the voice of her drug dealer at the door. She hides in the closet as the drug dealer and two of his goons break in. They appear to know where she is hiding and stick a hot rod that plucks on her eyes out. Sabrina cries out in pain and they tie her up. The drug dealer is accusing her of stealing drugs and money from him because she is the last one he has sold to, but she does not know what he is talking about. Sabrina remembers her razor on the bed and tricks the drug dealer to throw her there. She cuts her restraints and kills the drug boss with her razor. She chases the other two with a pen and vase, killing them in the parking lot.


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It was a cold, dark night…

	I lay in the corner of the street, my head in a puddle, a smell of what can only be described as death circling my very presence. I had lost count of how many days it had been, of how many faces I’ve seen pass me, of how many feet I’ve watched shuffle aside, trying their hardest to avoid my very existence. Of how many eyes had looked at me, and burnt hatred so deep it became almost intolerable. Sheer disgust, seeping out of the breath of everyone who passed. That is what my life had become. Ever since that one day. When everything I thought I knew was ripped apart in front of me.

	It was the youngest who took me in. He seemed kind, welcomed me. One of those people that deep down you can tell had a good heart even if they hid it beneath a rough, silent exterior. I lived in his room free to do what I felt, unless the others were around, the older ones. When their voices carried through the door, I was hidden under the bed, its so our friendship will be ours alone I would convince myself, that he wanted me to be all his. But I suppose that should have been the first warning sign. Can a place truly be called your home if you have to hide from its very inhabitants? But sadly, I was naive… no, I chose to ignore it, I was too obsessed, too caught up by this newfound friendship to ever even consider the truth. I thought everything was perfect. Then it happened.  It was late at night, the door slammed behind him as the boy tumbled in. Raised voices instantly burnt through the very walls that surrounded me, through the doors, through everything. I had heard anger in those voices before, the times when I hid, but nothing like this, this was… new. The door crashed open, the boy collapsing to the ground. Eyes bloodshot, his mouth lined with dry, cracked vomit, his shirt, blooded, torn and stained. A sight that I wished I would never see again. As he hit the ground, he looked up at me, but there was no affection any more, just pure emptiness. I heard the voices come closer. There was no time to hide, no time to be hidden. Voices entered the room; eyes were cast down the decrepit shell lying on the floor, then to me. Hatred. Rough hands were placed on me, words crying out that I was to blame, that somehow, this was my entire fault. My protests, my cries of defense, all fell on deaf ears. No matter how much I pleaded, no matter how many times I cried out to them that there was more to me, more I could give to them, it was all to no avail. I was tossed out on the street, my once home fading in my eyesight as I tumbled, seemingly forever, sinking in to my own personal abyss.

	An icy wind blew threw me, bringing me back from the horrid memory. I rolled onto my side, no longer sure if it was by my own personal doing or if I simply lacked the strength to offer any resistance. This is it, I thought to myself. This is how it is going to end. All the things I could have done, the places I could have seen, and now this will become my final resting place, a blotch in the street, surrounded by the ear wrecking sound of traffic and drunks. Some rest indeed. Through all the noise, I heard footsteps walking towards me. No doubt to impose some form of abuse towards me in my final moments I had thought. But no, a hand rested on my body. Warmth that I had not felt since… the boy? I turned around and stared up, locking eyes with an unfamiliar face. It was irrelevant. This man has picked me up in my time of need. He had saved me.

	He took me to some form of haven for my kind. After I adjusted to the contrast of light, I looked around and saw countless amounts of those in the same position as me. It was amazing. I was no longer a freak. No longer an outcast, I was amongst my own kind at last. The time I spent there was the happiest of my life. On occasions, members of our private little community would be taken away by strangers from the outside, I had lost a few good friends through that, but even then the kind man would always bring in new members, new friends to be made, stories to be heard, connections to be formed. I should have learnt. All good things must come to a pass.

	The horrendous noise sounded, the noise that sounded the arrival of a stranger. As usual, our host welcomed the man with open arms, allowing him to take his pick of who he wanted. The stranger cast his eyes along the crowd, passing by everyone I knew, his gaze nonchalant to all. All that is, except me. He looked straight at me, and stopped. Eyes bloodshot, his mouth lined with dry, cracked vomit, his shirt, blooded, torn and stained. The memory flooded through me. It was then I realized just how blind I had been. The night that changed it all, it had not been emptiness in the boy’s eyes. It had been lust! And it was lust again the bore its way inside my soul. The stranger had chosen. I wouldn’t be saying goodbye to a friend this time. I would be saying goodbye to everything.

	The door opened to his building. And a building it would always be, never a home. No place with so much vile hatred seeping out of every crack in the wall, so much murk and gloom pouring out of every shadow, could ever be called a home. He sat in front of me, breathing his horrid breath over my neck, running his fingers down my body, inhaling my breath. I knew straight away, this was never going to end well. He lifted me, I felt weightless and powerless under his grasp. He put his lips around me, and it felt like he drank the very life force from my body. His brown, crusted teeth scraping against me, as his course tongue brought him to the satisfaction he had desired for so long. After what felt like an eternity in the lowest ring of hell, he was done. The door was opened, and for the second time in my life, I was cast out. This time however, there was no remorse. There was nothing. I was resound to my fate.

And that’s how I arrived here, lying once again in a gutter. This time, I know there will be no retribution. I can see my life flowing from my body. It’s coming to an end. If only things had been different. If only we really did have medicinal qualities, then maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be the end of just one more bottle of Buckfast.

title: The first story I wrote, 1196 words. Creative criticism is welcome. :)

question: What does the story say about the narrator's supposed friend and his family?

answer: The narrator appears to be a homeless lad taken in by a young boy who liked him very much. The boy saw a friend in the narrator because he would always keep him in his room and hide him from the rest of the members of his household. However, the narrator chose to ignore the visible signs of hostility in the boy's family. One day, they found out the boy had been hiding the narrator in his room. Because of this, they threw the narrator out on the streets, blaming him for what had become of his friend.

question: What does the story say about why the narrator was homeless and what happened to his own family?

answer: Even though the story does not give in-depth details about why the narrator was homeless, it can be deduced that the narrator's family was no longer in the picture. It so happened that his homelessness led him to his newfound friend, who took him to his home to provide him with some shelter. However, the narrator chose to ignore the obvious signs of hostility and hatred in that household and, instead of leaving, remained with his friend thinking that he would not be found out.

question: What does the story say about homosexuality?

answer: The narrator's friend was sexually attracted to him, which was why he took him to his home and hid him from his family in his bedroom. It appears that his family found out about his orientation and learned he had been hiding a male friend in his room all along, hence, the reason the narrator was thrown out of their house and blamed for his friend's sexuality. Later, his friend found out the narrator had been staying at a shelter and took him back to his house to have a sexual encounter with him, proving to the narrator that his friend had been attracted to him all along and finally understanding the initial reason for the hostility in their household.


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SILVERQUANT is a labeling and detection method for DNA microarrays or protein microarrays. A synonym is detection. In contrast to the classical signal detection on microarrays by using fluorescence, the colorimetric detection is more sensitive and ozone-stable.

Chemical reaction

The probe to be detected is labeled with some biotin-molecules. After incubation with a gold-coupled anti-biotin conjugate, silver nitrate and a reducing agent are added. The reaction starts whereas the gold particle serves as a starting point for the silver precipitation. The reaction needs to be stopped after a specific time. The constant reaction time is essential to obtain comparable results.

Detection

The silver-stained spots on the microarray are clearly visible. By using a transmission microarray scanner, the signals are transformed into digital values which are finally available as an image file.

title: Silverquant

question: What is Silverquant?

answer: A labeling and detection method for DNA microarrays or protein microarrays.

question: Who developed Silverquant?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: How does Silverquant work?

answer: It is a colorimetric detection in which the probe is labeled with biotin-molecules and incubated with a gold-coupled anti-biotin conjugate. Then, silver nitrate and a reducing agent are added. The reaction is stopped after a specific time, and silver-stained spots on the microarray become visible. These signals are then transformed into digitial values and made into an image file.

question: What are biotin-molecules?

answer: The article does not define the term.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Silverquant is a method for labeling and detecting DNA microarrays or protein microarrays using colorimetric detection.


text:
                      He Tried Not to Think

He wandered aimlessly. He didn’t think. Thinking took too much effort. He walked. Just walked, because that was all he could do. His phone was in his pocket and he endured the cold while he waited for it to ring. The breeze ran down the street and bit and tore until it worked its way into his skin. He was not walking to anywhere in particular or for any other reason than to stall. The streets were deserted and the park by the lake contained nothing but the geese lagging behind on their journey south.

His mind trailed off. Where could she be? What could she be doing? When was the last time I saw her? Does she even want to see me? Am I simply just wasting my time? No, no, no he thought; don’t let your mind wonder off. Thinking hurts too much. She cannot just be gone without a goodbye or a mere fare thee well.

Nine p.m. she said. We will go to the movies, and then have dinner. It would be wonderful but reality is never like your expectations.

He approached the pond and walked down the hill till he was on the middle of it. He sat down and looked out across. It was calm except for the ripples caused by the wind. The silence was the best part. Silence was a commodity he longed for. He didn’t need everyone telling him that it would be alright, you need to get out some, she isn’t coming, but what did they know?

Snow began falling. He and she were heading down the road one night. The winter storms had rolled in and the snow blinded their way as he drove. The tree lined road was interspersed with the occasional home or driveway leading deeper into the woods. The snow was so bad that it was near impossible to see more than twenty feet ahead, but the road he drove on, he had been on a thousand times and it was practically a straight line. Yet then he saw a blur dash in the road. Then he felt the wheels leave the ground and the crashing of glass and the crumple of steel and the cold air rushing in. The car pushed in around them forcing them closer together as it continued to tumble down the road until they came to a rest with his body pressed against hers with nowhere to move. The next moment he was in the snow with eyes looking over him as the cold embedded itself in his bones.

 He felt his phone in his pocket and looked at the time: ten-thirty. No missed messages, no missed calls, not anything. He put it away and stared at the light on the other side of the lake. He wrapped his hands around himself and stuck them under his arms to stay warm and waited for a call. Ten-forty-five. At ten-forty-five it finally arrives. The phone rings and he answers. Contempt, hate, rage, and longing coursed through him. He didn’t speak immediately. Control was important, nothing good comes from impulse. “Hello my dear. Is it as I fear? Will I still see you here?”

“No my love, I am coming now. I’m sorry, I am sorry I took so long. The people I was with just kept rambling on and on, like loons, but don’t be mad; I will be beside you soon.”

A consolation time, being second, what else should one expect?  Don’t expect anything, no ever expected anything from him, so he was never disappointed. He said. “Okay then. It was your time, and never mine but yours to spend. I just thought it was on you that I could depend.”

He let the cold slip in further. His ears went numb, then his cheeks, and then his toes. Finally he stood up and proceeded home. He opened the door and the warmth hurried out. The couch welcomed him, and hugged around him when he sat down. Eleven o’clock his phone said now. Better late than never he thought. Then twelve came around. Then one, and then finally his eyes fell shut and he gave up.

As the days wore on after the crash he slowly pieced together what happened while in a hospital bed until his memory finally returned and he was able to make sense of everything. Countless faces with sad, pitying smiles expressing halfhearted condolences and apologies paced through the room ceaselessly for days and days. He was constantly in the presence of the one or two who actually cared but they were of no help to him. He asked almost hourly how she was doing but in return he only received saddened faces and pitying looks that he so longed would just go away. Maybe deep down he knew what actually happened. Maybe one day he would be able to actually face it. His mind wouldn’t accept it though. Even when he was cleared to leave he would ask his friends if he could see her.

It went on until people stopped being nice about it. They started shouting, they started to bluntly say what hurt him the most, and they no longer felt the need to give a reassuring lie because it was time to face what happened. It was of course for no use though. The shelter of his mind kept him warm and blanketed from the harsh unforgiving world around him. Then one day people just gave up. He was left to himself. People would show up occasionally but only to drop off food and other groceries. He was slowly being forgotten and left to be a part of the past.

One day though he received a phone call, “Hello my love, it’s been far too long. Will you be busy around nine so that we can dine and once again be fine? How about a movie or we can just be joyous and sing songs until morning’s dawn? I will be there then my dear, don’t fear.” The call ended just after and he was left bewildered but so happy to have heard her. He waited. He waited until nine had become ten and he could take it no more and he had to leave for a walk.

He woke up with hands running through his hair. Cold hands. He looked up and saw her. The smile crept across their faces as they stared. “Hello my love,” he said looking above, “why have you taken so long?”

“Because here my dear, is not where I belong. You have known this for far too long. Yet it appeared I must come along, to remind you that I am always here. I am always there. To be a reminder to you that things only get colder and harder, but never darker”

“But my love you must explain. Why am I in so much pain? Why must you be so delayed?  I have love for you that cannot be swayed, but I would rather just end this masquerade. I would rather you just have always stayed.”

“And one day soon. That will happen for you. Though it may hurt, I promise you will just simply awake. With my hand in your hair and a smile in which we both partake, and I won’t be cold, I will be something you can actually hold. And be far more than Lenore or some forgotten lore. I will be yours.”

And then she was gone. He felt his head. It was still cold. He
checked his phone and saw no calls. No messages. There was nothing at all. There was nothing at all to ease his mind. So he lay there, just trying not to think.

For days after he stared at his phone in the hopes that she would call again. The phone though stayed blank with no calls, messages, or anything of the sort that would light up the screen. He couldn’t take it. He was just there with her. Once again he had her next to him for her to only disappear as before but this time he really was alone. He really didn’t have anyone. He was already become a part of the past. He belonged to a particular moment in time that he could not escape. There was nothing left for him here, so he went to join her.

title: He Tried Not to Think (revised)

question: In what time period is the story set?

answer: Close to the present (which is indicated by the protagonist's use of a cell phone)

question: List the main characters.

answer: The protagonist and the woman he loves

question: In what time of year is the story set?

answer: Winter (which can be inferred by the facts that it snows and the geese are heading south)

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: That information can't be found

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The protagonist is supposed to meet the woman he loves for dinner and a movie, but she is late. He recalls a car accident in which he was badly hurt, and it is implied that his beloved died, but the protagonist cannot accept this. He falls asleep waiting for her, and she appears to him, saying that one day, they will be together again. She disappears, and the protagonist feels there is nothing left for him here, so he decides to join her.


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MARC CHADOURNE (23 May 1895 – 30 January 1975) was a 20th-century French writer, winner of the prix Femina in 1930.

Biography

Marc Chadourne was writer 's brother. He studied at the Sorbonne. Engaged at 19 in 1914 at the beginning of the First World War, he joined the field artillery in Lorraine and on the front of Artois. He became a pupil-pilot in 1916 and ended the war in the aviation on the eastern front.[1]

Back in Paris in 1919 and marked by war - he decided then for a wandering life in search of discoveries - Marc Chadourne was received first in the entry competition to the Ministère des Colonies. He held positions in the colonial administration in Oceania and then in Cameroon.[2] A translator of novels by Joseph Conrad, he also lent his pen to many newspapers. In 1927 he published “Vasco”, a novel set in French Polynesia, in memory of his brother. In 1930, he obtained the prix Femina for _Cécile de la Folie_. When the Second World War broke out, he took refuge in the United States and became a professor at Scripps College in Claremont in Californie then in the University of Utah in Salt Lake City. He met the Mormons and wrote a biography of Joseph Smith.

In 1950, the Académie française rewarded him with its Grand prix de littérature for all of his work.[3] His features remain fixed by a portrait painted by .

Work

-   1927: _Vasco_, Plon, Prix Paul Flat of the Acadéie française, reprinted in 1994 at éditions la Table ronde
-   1930: _Cécile de la Folie_, Plon — prix Femina
-   1931: _Chine_, Plon
-   1932: _L'U.R.S.S. sans passion_, Plon (illustrated edition published by Mornay in 1932)
-   1933: _Absence_, Plon
-   1934: _Anahuac ou l'Indien sans ses plumes_, Plon
-   1935: _Extrême-Occident (Tour de la Terre *)_, Plon
-   1935: _Extrême-Orient (Tour de la Terre **)_, Plon
-   1937: _Dieu créa d'abord Lilith_, Plon
-   1947: _La Clé perdue_, Plon
-   1949: _Gladys ou les Artifices_, Plon
-   1950: _Quand Dieu se fit Américain_, éditions Arthème-Fayard
-   1955: _Le Mal de Colleen_, Plon
-   1958: _Restif de la Bretonne_, Plon
-   1961: _Isabelle ou le Journal amoureux d'Espagne_, éditions Jean-Jacques Pauvert
-   1967: _Eblis ou l'Enfer de William Beckford_, éditions Jean-Jacques Pauvert

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title: Marc Chadourne

question: Who is Marc Chadourne?

answer: Mark Chadourne was a 20th-Century French writer who won the prix Femina in 1930.

question: What is the prix Femina?

answer: It is an award that Chadourne won in 1930 for one of his works. While no specific details are given, it is implied that this is a notable if not a prestigious award.

question: What other awards did Chadourne win?

answer: In 1950, Chadourne was chosen by the Académie française as the recipient of its Grand prix de littérature for all of his work.

question: How many works did Chadourne create?

answer: From 1927 to 1967, he has created 16 literary works.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Mark Chadourne was a 20th-Century French writer who created works during 1927 to 1967. He has won the prix Femina and has earned the Grand prix de littérature.


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Eugene was tired. It was four o'clock, Friday the 29th, and he had to post his rent by five. His scumbag landlord; a sweaty, short Italian named Leon was threatening to kick him out for the third time in as many months. Eugene was out collecting debts from customers. Eugene considered himself a modern businessman, pulling himself up by the bootstraps in the greatest place in the world, the city of New York. He loved New York, but the feeling wasn't mutual; He called himself an 'Entrepreneur', the City of New York preferred the term 'Drug Dealer'.

Eugene stood in the cramped, poky sitting room, trying not to move or breathe. Every available surface was covered in cats. Cat figurines on the small worn coffee table, cat pictures on the walls, magazines about cats, cat baskets, cat scratching posts, a cat clock on the wall, and of course an actual, real life cat. Though the moniker cat was loosely applied here: The thing was about as big as a dog, and as ugly as a sewer rat. It stared Eugene down with its one eye, almost daring him to move closer so it could pounce and sink its claws and teeth into him. He'd been on the wrong end of it before and still bore the evidence to prove it. He hated that bastard cat.

The cat leapt, and Eugene instinctively flinched, but it wasn't an attack, it instead landed in the lap of the old woman sitting on the frayed couch, settled in and began to purr, its eyes fixed again on Eugene and he tried to ignore it. A tiny withered hand appeared from within the purple shawls and layers and began to stroke it idly. The other hand held a slim cigarette, absent-mindedly shedding ash and embers like little snowflakes on the threadbare carpet. She exhaled like a death rattle, blowing blue smoke into the air where it hung like a thick fog and made Eugenes' nostrils burn and his eyes water.

"So, Ive got your order here, and well.." Eugene fumbled in his messenger bad and produced a little shoebox, pulling out the bag of weed, ".. its coming up to the end of the month and I think we should talk about your tab". He tossed the bag into the faded china bowl on the table (Cat shaped) and disappeared the box back into the messenger bag. The old woman pursed her lips and she sucked on the cigarette, a long draw burning it almost down to the filter, before discarding it in an ashtray on the arm and immediately lighting another.

"Ah, dah, dah, boy" she drawled in her rough slavic accent. "Is tough time for me and the little Pushkin" she scratched the cats ears and it let out a rumble of enjoyment.

"Many cold nights. Many bills for the heat and light, so the money is tight, yes?".

"Look, I get that, but I've got bills that need paying too, see?"

She pursed her lips and pulled on the cigarette again, avoiding Eugenes gaze, staring instead at the ancient television in the corner, its screen dulled by years of smoke and dust, as if simply refusing to acknowledge Eugene would make him disappear. He sighed, exasperated:
"Listen" he started, "I'm not leaving here without my money, ok? If you cant pay it all right away, thats fine, just give me something, anything, so I can get on my way and keep the wolves from my door." She scoffed, and mumbled something about Eugene not knowing what wolves at the door was really like, but he ignored it. The cat jumped down from the babushkas lap and skulked around the furniture, Eugene made a mental note to be worried, it looked like it was trying to flank him behind the couch. He side stepped around the coffee table to put some kind of barrier between him and it.

The elderly lady had lit another cigarette, and was studiously ignoring him. He bent down and picked up a small silver statuette of two cats playing with a ball of yarn from the end table. "How about this" he said, holding the figurine out for the woman to see, "Ill take one of these, and pawn it to cover your expenses, and we'll clear the rest of the debts, but from here on out, we deal in cash only. Upfront payment. Deal?"

The elderly woman leapt from the settee with speed and ferocity that startled Eugene, he stepped back, bumping into a musical box that plinked a few notes of an East-European folk tune. The elderly womans face was inches from his, eyes ablaze, and teeth bared. "You would take from me!? An old woman?! What could you take from that Stalin and his army did not?" Eugene backed away as she spat on the ground and hurled insults in her mother tounge. As he moved, he felt something soft brush against his leg and he remembered the cat as it launched its attack.

Tumbling backwards over the couch in a flurry of fur and arms, Eugene came up quick and bolted for the door. The elderly woman cut him off, blocking the door wielding a ancient and metal tipped walking cane. She let out a ferocious battle cry and swung the stick, he ducked, diving across the couch as the stick collided with a shelf, shattering the figurines and raining shards of glass and porciline down on him. He scrambled to his feet, right as the cat, who had positioned itself on the back of the couch, leaped into the air aimed at him.

In a panic, Eugene lashed out with his foot. He connected with the feline predator, punting it across the room, it sailed through the air, twisting in a panic as it tried to right itself, but its efforts were in vain. With a splintering crash, the cat burst through the small curtained window and disappeared into the void with an ear splitting howl. Eugene froze for a second. The apartment was deathly quiet, except for the low hum from the ancient television, and then he heard the faint

-thump-.

"Fuck."

The old woman erupted in a moan that escalated to a wail, and then full blown howling agony as she crossed the room, her gnarled hands framing her face, to look out the window. Eugene took this moment of distraction to make his exit. He tried to not look at the tangled lump of silk and fur that sat on the pavement outside the apartment building, from the corner of his eye it looked like the cat was snugly wrapped in a blanket, and sleeping in the afternoon sun. He hurriedly limped towards the subway station, his hands clutching the small silver figurine of the two cats playing with the ball of yarn. He promised himself he would get the old woman a new cat, and he made a mental note to clear her debt entirely. Behind him on the pavement, the silk curtain stirred slightly.

title: The Cat and the Dealer

question: Did the cat die?

answer: The cat was still living as the silk curtain stirred behind him.

question: Why would a drug dealer deliver drugs to someone who doesn't pay?

answer: Perhaps he feels sorry for her, but this isn't typical drug dealer behaviour and it may be why Eugene is behind on his rent.

question: How does Eugene know that the ornament he picked up is worth anything as a trade?

answer: Perhaps he is just taking a chance or the woman may have told him of its worth in the past.

question: Why is Eugene so scared of the cat?

answer: He must have experienced trauma that included a cat at some time. Even mean-looking domestic cats are generally not dangerous.

question: Write a ~12 sentence summary.

answer:
Eugene is a drug dealer operating in New York. He has an hour to post his rent so he has to collect debts. He takes a bag of weed to one of his customers, a Slavic woman who collects cat ornaments. He gives her the weed and asks her to settle her debt. She is not forthcoming.

Eugene is petrified of the woman’s enormous and ugly old cat. As Eugene threatens to take one of the cat ornaments to sell in partial payment of her debts, the cat attacks and Eugene accidently kicks it through the upstairs window. He looks out and thinks the cat is dead. The woman is devastated. He quickly leaves. He’ll buy her a new cat and write off her debt. As he walks away, the cat moves.


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LAZLO WOODBINE is a fictional character in some of Robert Rankin's novels. He is generally portrayed as a metafictional character, being in the novels themselves the creation of mystery writer P.P. Penrose and described by himself as the last of the nineteen-fifties private detectives.

Physical Appearance

Throughout his appearances, Lazlo Woodbine has never been specifically described barring his traditional attire of a trenchcoat and fedora, with all his stories being narrated in the first person. According to the character himself, this lack of description allows readers to picture Lazlo as anyone they care to imagine, thus imposing their own face or that of their hero onto Woodbine, and allowing them to feel more like they are part of the story.

Lazlo's Rules

In any Lazlo Woodbine story, Lazlo commonly begins his appearance by explaining that he goes through the novel in his trenchcoat and fedora, armed with his trusty Smith & Wesson (whose name is constantly mispronounced for no apparent reason other than a desire to do so), and only ever works four locations, regarding these four as the maximum number that a truly great private detective requires. These locations are:

-   Lazlo's office, where he is hired by his clients;
-   Fangio's bar, where he talks toot with Fangio the fat barman and is subsequently knocked on the head by the dame that does him wrong;
-   An alleyway, where Lazlo gets into sticky situations that involve him having to shoot somebody;
-   The final rooftop showdown, where, after a climatic confrontation, Lazlo sends the villain plunging to oblivion in the final chapter.

Throughout the novels, Lazlo avoids explicitly describing any of these four settings, thus allowing him to use them for multiple locations, such as arguing that any occasions where he is in an office feature him being inside _his_ office as they all look alike. However, in any of Rankin's novel where he plays a long-term role, Lazlo commonly finds his way around his four-set rule to move from location to location, such as closing his eyes while travelling from the alley to the rooftop – thus avoiding actually _seeing_ anything, and hence not breaking the rule – or assuming another persona altogether to account for the travel time. The only occasion where Woodbine has clearly violated his four-set-rule was in _Armageddon III_, when he briefly shared a bedroom with Rex Mundi and a two-headed baby that had been abducted and experimented on by aliens.

According to Woodbine, when reading one of his novels the reader can always expect a lot of gratuitous sex and violence, a trail of corpses, no small degree of name mispronunciation – characters commonly pronounce his name wrong, calling him everything from Woodlouse to Woodstock – and enough trenchcoat humour and ludicrous catchphrases to carry you through a month of rainy Thursdays. (Although some novels point out that the sex would be difficult given that Woodbine's four scenes lack a bedroom.)

“Metafictional” Status

Unlike most characters in Robert Rankin's work, who appear at inconsistent times and places but are nevertheless consistently the same person, Lazlo Woodbine's status as a real person is often questionable, with most of his appearances explicitly referring to his status as a character in fiction, and his appearance in the novel being simply an artificial creation (_The Dance of the Voodoo Handbag_) or simply the result of an individual suffering from delusions (_Waiting for Godalming_). Only in _The Suburban Book of the Dead (Armageddon III: The Remake)_ has Lazlo Woodbine explicitly appeared as a real person, and even then he came from an alternate future and travelled back into the past to investigate a case (aided by Barry the Time Sprout).

List of Appearances

To date, Lazlo Woodbine – or some variation of him – has appeared in the following novels;

-   _The Suburban Book of the Dead (Armageddon III: The Remake)_ (working alongside Rex Mundi and Barry the Time Sprout
-   _The Dance of the Voodoo Handbag_ (appears as a fictional character in a VR simulation that the main character is trapped in; results in some brief confusion as _both_ characters are attempting to simultaneously write the story in the first person until they agree to allow Lazlo to do so)
-   _Waiting for Godalming_ (revealed over the course of the novel to be the 'barking mad' brother to the novel's main character of Icarus Smith, although Woodbine passes off his temporary assumption of the idiot brother identity as a means of allowing him to travel through the streets to the building where the final rooftop showdown will take place)
-   _Fandom of the Operator_ (The “real” Lazlo Woodbine briefly appears in the afterlife, complaining about his fictional namesake's treatment by the author)
-   _The Brightonomicon_ (Rizla – later revealed to be Jim Pooley of The Brentford Trilogy – dresses as Lazlo to tackle THE CURIOUS CASE OF THE WOODINGDEAN CHAMELEON in Hugo Rune's absence)
-   _Necrophenia_ (Lazlo takes centre stage in the 30th novel by Robert Rankin, although by means of the assumed identity device used in previous novels. The real LB does make a cameo appearance though.)

Category:Fictional private investigators

title: Lazlo Woodbine

question: What does the article say about Woodbine's idiosyncrasies?

answer: The character is often described as fictional in Rankin's novels, thus having the status of being a "meta-fictional" character. His appearance is never mentioned in detail apart from his traditional private investigator apparel of a trenchcoat and a fedora. Woodbine, in any of his stories, can only be in one of four settings: Lazlo's office, Fangio's bar, an alleyway, and the rooftop where the showdown takes place. Woodbine goes through many tricks to make sure this rule isn't broken. Finally, Woodbine may or may not be a real character in the novels.

question: What does the story say about hard-boiled detective fiction?


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The QUEEN OF THE SOUTH STAKES is a South Australian Jockey Club Group 2 Thoroughbred horse race for fillies and mares, three years old and up, at set weights with penalties, over a distance of 1600 metres held at Morphettville Racecourse in Adelaide, Australia during the SAJC Autumn Carnival.[1]

History

Name

-   1981 - Breeders' Matchmaker Stakes[2]
-   1982–1990 - Queen of the South Stakes
-   1991–1992 - Southwark Premium Classic
-   1993–1999 - Sedgwick Classic
-   2000–2005 - Marsh Classic
-   2006 - Coolmore Mile[3]
-   2007 - Waterford Wedgwood Trophy[4]
-   2008 onwards - Queen of the South Stakes

Grade

-   1982–1985 - Listed Race
-   1986 - Group 3
-   1987 onwards - Group 2

Distance

-   1981 - 1500 metres (held at Victoria Park)[5]
-   1982 onwards - 1600 metres

Records

The race record time for running of the 1600 metres is held by Shavano Miss in a time of 1:34.55 in 1991.[6]

Most wins by a trainer - 6 times:[7][8]
*Colin S, Hayes - 1981, 1983–85, 1989–90

Winners

-   2020 - Shrouded In Mist[9]
-   2019 - Music Bay[10]
-   2018 - French Emotion[11]
-   2017 - Amelie's Star[12]
-   2016 - Into The Mist[13]
-   2015 - Atlantis Dream[14]
-   2014 - Tango's Daughter[15]
-   2013 - Star of Giselle[16]
-   2012 - So Pristine[17]
-   2011 - Goon Serpent[18]
-   2010 - Returntosender[19]
-   2009 - Bird of Fire[20]
-   2008 - Trick Of Light[21]
-   2007 - Cinque Cento[22]
-   2006 - Open Cut[23]
-   2005 - Hidden Strings[24]
-   2004 - Jameela[25]
-   2003 - Sylvaner[26]
-   2002 - Sylvaner[27]
-   2001 - Lady Marion[28]
-   2000 - La Zoffany[29]
-   1999 - Noircir[30]
-   1998 - Spectrum[31]
-   1997 - Miss Tessla[32]
-   1996 - Saleous[33]
-   1995 - Our Marquise[34]
-   1994 - Ausmart[35]
-   1993 - San Pauli Girl[36]
-   1992 - Shavano Miss[37]
-   1991 - Shavano Miss[38]
-   1990 - Memphis Blues[39]
-   1989 - Memphis Blues[40]
-   1988 - Adraanito[41]
-   1987 - Goblet[42]
-   1986 - Canny Lass[43]
-   1985 - Star Style Girl[44]
-   1984 - Casey Belle
-   1983 - Corona Miss
-   1982 - Rose Of Kingston
-   1981 - Parisian Romp[45]

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title: Queen of the South Stakes

question: What is the Queen of the South Stakes?

answer: It is a South Australian Jockey Club Group 2 Thoroughbred horse race for fillies and mares, three years old and up, at set weights with penalties, over a distance of 1600 meters held at Morphettville Racecourse in Adelaide, Australia during the SAJC Autumn Carnival.

question: What are the basic race requirements in the Queen of the South Stakes?

answer: The horses should be three years old and up and at set weights with penalties.

question: How long is the Queen of the South Stakes race by distance?

answer: 1600 meters

question: Where does the Queen of the South Stakes race take place?

answer: The Morphettville Racecourse in Adelaide, Australia during the SAJC Autumn Carnival.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The Queen of the South Stakes is a South Australian Jockey Club Group 2 Thoroughbred horse race for fillies and mares, three years old and up, at set weights with penalties, over a distance of 1600 meters held at Morphettville Racecourse in Adelaide, Australia during the SAJC Autumn Carnival. The race record time for 1600 meters is held by Shavano Miss, with a time of 1:34.55 back in 1991 when the race was still known as the Southwark Premium Classic. The 2020 race was won by Shrouded In Mist.


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_OCTANAPIS_ is a genus of Australian araneomorph spiders in the family Anapidae, first described by Norman I. Platnick & Raymond Robert Forster in 1989.[1] it contains only two species.[2]

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title: Octanapis

question: What type of spider is an Octanapis?

answer: It is an araneomorph spider.

question: Where does the Octanapis spider live?

answer: Species have been found in Australia.

question: How many species of Octanapis exist?

answer: Only 2 species.

question: What is the relationship between Norman I. Platnick and the Octanapis spider?

answer: Platnick was one of two people that first described the Octanapis spider in 1989.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Octanapis is an Australian araneomorph spider.


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Are you looking for a little something extra in your smoothie? You may not have thought about using cinnamon to add some spice to banana or peanut butter smoothies. These drinks are delicious, but the flavor can be lacking in an element that brings some heat. Cinnamon adds that burst of spice that brightens the whole drink.

This recipe, which requires a blender, makes one medium (about 12-ounces) or two small (about 6-ounce) smoothies.

-   1 cup vanilla soy milk (or skim milk)
-   1 large banana (peeled and cut into chunks or use a previously frozen banana)
-   2 tablespoons peanut butter (preferably natural)
-   1/2 teaspoon cinnamon (plus more for sprinkling)
-   Optional: 1 teaspoon honey (or turbinado sugar)
-   3 ice cubes

1.

    Place the milk, banana, peanut butter, cinnamon, and honey (if using) into a blender, and puree until smooth.

2.

    Add the ice cubes and pulse just until the ice is crushed.

3.

    Pour into a glass, sprinkle with additional cinnamon.

Tips

-   One pro tip for banana smoothies is to freeze the banana chunks in advance. Your smoothie will be frostier if you use this technique. You can allow the bananas to get very ripe, so the flavors and sugar are fully developed before you freeze them. Now you're ready for maximum banana flavor and natural sweetness for your smoothies any time you want to make them. Frozen bananas will keep for three to four months.
-   Natural peanut butter or other kinds of natural nut butter work better for smoothies than the typical supermarket peanut butter. They have a less solid consistency and will mix better. Check at your supermarket in the bulk foods section to see if they have the option of grinding your own fresh nut butter. This way you'll know it's only nuts, without additives and preservatives. If you are sensitive to peanuts, try using other nut butters such as almond butter or cashew butter.

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question: What does this recipe require?

answer: This recipe requires a blender.

question: How much does this recipe make?

answer: This recipe makes a 12 ounce smoothie.

question: Why should you freeze your bananas in advance before making this recipe?

answer: Freezing the banana chunks will make the smoothie frostier.

question: Why should you use natural peanut butter for this recipe?

answer: The consistency of natural peanut better is less solid and will mix better.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article is a recipe for a smoothie that contains soy milk, bananas, peanut butter, cinnamon, honey, and ice.