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The OTTAWA HUNT AND GOLF CLUB, often referred to as OTTAWA HUNT or the HUNT CLUB, is a private golf and curling club in Canada, located in Ottawa, Ontario. Founded in 1908 as a hunting club, it has hosted many world-class professional and amateur golf tournaments, along with many high-profile Canadian curling events.

History

With golf entering into a boom period after World War I, with enormous demand for new facilities, the Ottawa Hunt Club expanded into golf in 1919. Its South and West nines, usually paired together as its main tournament course, were designed by Willie Park, Jnr. (1864−1925), a two-time British Open champion (1887, 1889), one of the era's top golf architects, and a member of the World Golf Hall of Fame.[1]; [2]

Its curling facility was opened in 1959, and has six sheets of ice.[3]

Redesign history

[Club house] The golf course was redesigned, mainly for its green complexes, by Tom McBroom in 1989. The club's latest renovation, with a primary aim to implement more expansive practice facilities, was performed by Dr. Michael Hurdzan in 2013; this work reduced the par from 72 to 71, as one par-four hole was replaced by a new par-three hole.[4]

Important tournaments hosted

Men's events

The Club hosted the Canadian Open in 1932; this tournament was won by World Golf Hall of Famer Harry Cooper.

Ottawa Hunt hosted the Americas Cup golf matches in 1960; this event (which ended after 1967) saw the United States, Canada, and Mexico compete in amateur team play. The American team was led by future World Golf Hall of Fame members Jack Nicklaus and Deane Beman, yet defeated Canada only narrowly, by 21.5 to 20, with Mexico trailing in third place.[5]

It hosted the Canadian Amateur Championship in 1937; this event was won by Canadian Golf Hall of Fame member Ross Somerville, for his last of six titles. It hosted the Canadian Amateur Championship in 1960; this event was won by Canadian Golf Hall of Fame member Keith Alexander.[6] It hosted the Canadian Amateur Championship in 1970; this event was won by Allen Miller, who turned professional shortly afterwards, and went on to win on the PGA Tour.

Women's events

The club hosted the 1994 du Maurier Classic, then a major championship, on the LPGA Tour, won by Martha Nause with a score of 279 (nine under par) for four rounds.

It hosted the LPGA Tour's CN Canadian Women's Open in August 2008, celebrating the club's centennial. Katherine Hull won with a score of 277 (−11), one stroke ahead of runner-up Se Ri Pak, with Yani Tseng a further stroke back in third place;[7] Tseng set a new ladies' competitive course record with 64 (–8) in round two, spread over two days due to weather.[8] The 2008 edition of the tournament set new attendance records, with more than 70,000 fans, and raised more than C$1 million for charity.

In 2017, the club hosted the CP Canadian Women's Open, which was won by Sung Hyun Park, who had earlier won the 2017 U.S. Women's Open. Canadian superstar Brooke Henderson, who grew up in Smiths Falls, Ontario, less than an hour's drive from Ottawa Hunt, set a ladies' record for the newly redesigned course with a third-round 63, eight under the revised par of 71. Henderson is an honorary member of the Ottawa Hunt Club.

Golf champions at Ottawa Hunt

-   1932 Canadian Open, won by Harry Cooper []
-   1937 Canadian Amateur, won by Ross Somerville []
-   1960 Canadian Amateur, won by Keith Alexander []
-   1960 Americas Cup Matches, won by the United States of America []
-   1970 Canadian Amateur, won by Allen Miller []
-   1994 du Maurier Classic, won by Martha Nause []
-   2008 Canadian Women's Open, won by Katherine Hull []
-   2017 Canadian Women's Open, won by Sung Hyun Park []

Curling

-   1961 Diamond D Championship []
-   2010 Canadian Senior Curling Championships []
-   2014 Canadian Mixed Doubles Curling Trials []
-   2015 Canadian Mixed Doubles Curling Trials []
-   2015 Travelers Curling Club Championship []

[1] _The Golf Course_, by Geoffrey Cornish and Ronald Whitten, 1981.

[2] wghof.org

[3] ottawahuntclub.org

[4] ottawahuntclub.org

[5] ''Golf in Canada: A History", by James A. Barclay, 1992.

[6] _History of Golf in Canada_, by L.V. Kavanaugh, 1973.

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title: Ottawa Hunt and Golf Club

question: Summarize everything related to the club during the 1960s.

answer: The Club hosted the Canadian Open in 1932 and was won by World Golf Hall of Famer Harry Cooper. The Club hosted the Americas Cup golf matches in 1960 and saw the United States, Canada, and Mexico competing in amateur team play. The Canadian Amateur Championship was hosted by the Club in 1960 and was won by Canadian Golf Hall of Fame member Keith Alexander. The Club hosted yet another Canadian amateur championship in 1970.

critique: The Americas Cup golf matches were held in 1960, not hosted.

critique: The Canadian champion in 1970 was Allen Miller, but it's alright that this answer mixes up the two in their information

critique: There is nothing in the article about the 40s.

critique: "The Club hosted the Canadian Open in 1932 and was won by World Golf Hall of Famer Harry Cooper. The Club hosted the Americas Cup golf matches in 1960 and saw the United States, Canada, and Mexico competing in amateur team play. The Canadian Amateur Championship was hosted by the Club in 1960 and was won by Canadian Golf Hall of Fame member Keith Alexander. The Club hosted yet another Canadian amateur championship in 1970." - extraneous information.

critique: The Club hosted the Canadian Open in 1960; this event was won by Canadian Golf Hall of Fame member Keith Alexander.

critique: The response is missing the Canadian Open being hosted in 1960.

critique: The response is missing information about the Canadian Amateur Championship.

critique: The Americas Cup was in 1960, not the Canadian Open.

critique: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

critique: The response misses to mention that the 1960s also saw the club host the Canadian Open in 1937.

critique: The response included information not related to the 1960s.

critique: The Americas Cup matches were won by the United States.

critique: There's no mention of the Canadian Open being won in 1960, but the Americas Cup tournament was.

critique: The Americas Cup was hosted by Ottawa Hunt, not the Club.

critique: The answer does not mention the 1960 Canadian Amateur Championship.

question: What does the article say about being a good golf player?

answer: No answer

critique: There is nothing regarding being a good golf player in the article.

critique: The article does not say anything about being a good golfer.

critique: The article states which golf tournaments the club has hosted as well as which golf players have won.

critique: The answer is incorrect because the article does discuss golf champions.

critique: This is incorrect. The article mentions golf champions and how they performed at Ottawa Hunt.

critique: This response is a bit misleading. While it is true that the article does not say much about being a good golf player, it can be assumed that golf is a sport that requires great physical ability and dexterity.

critique: There is information about golf champions in the article.

critique: There is no information in the article about being a good golfer.

question: Summarize everything related to tournament winners.

answer: The club hosted a tournament in 1932 that was won by Harry Cooper.  The Club hosted the Canadian Open in 1932. Ottawa Hunt hosted the Americas Cup golf matches in 1960; the American team was led by future World Golf Hall of Fame members Jack Nicklaus and Deane Beman. It hosted the Canadian Amateur Championship in 1937, won by Ross Somerville.  The club hosted the 1994 du Maurier Classic, won by Martha Nause. It hosted the LPGA Tour's CN Canadian Women's Open in 2008, won by Katherine Hull.  The club hosted the CP Canadian Women's Open in 2017, won by Sung Hyun Park.  It hosted the 2016 Travelers Canadian Men's Curling Championship. It hosted the 2010 Canadian Senior Curling Championships. It hosted the 2014 Canadian Mixed Doubles Curling Trials. It hosted the 2015 Canadian Mixed Doubles Curling Trials. It hosted the 2015 Travelers Curling Club Championship.

critique: This is not a list of tournament winners. This is a list of all events hosted by Ottawa Hunt Golf Club.

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critique: A large portion of the answer doesn't pertain to winners and should be removed.

critique: The club hosted the Canadian Open in 1932, won by Harry Cooper.

critique: The answer should be phrased in a proper sentence.

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I will not recount here the details of the tragedy that took place in Charlottesville, Virginia on August 12, nor the responses that followed which mirrored the views of White supremacists, or the views of those of us who are firmly in opposition to such hatred and bigotry. We are all aware of the words of the President of the United States who said that both sides were to blame for the violence that tragically took the life of Heather Heyer. I join with all who insist that there is a complete lack of shared blame or moral equivalency between the group that blatantly displayed their symbols of hatred and bigotry and the group that opposed those vicious and inhumane views. It was also a day when two Virginia State Patrol policemen lost their lives, and 19 people were injured.

What I will recount here are instances in my own story that explain why I was so profoundly frightened and outraged by what took place in Charlottesville. I was frightened because I have personally witnessed such displays of White supremacy. In recalling my outrage I lift up the last words that our shero, Heather Heyer, wrote on her Facebook page: “If you are not outraged you are not paying attention.” I will also speak to what I strongly feel we can and must do in response to the brutal outpouring of hatred that took place in Charlottesville.

Many among the protesters in Charlottesville wore symbols and shouted out words associated with the Ku Klux Klan, Nazis, and other White supremacist groups, including swastikas and the robes and hoods of the Klan. Seeing all of those objects of hatred, especially men in the garb of the Ku Klux Klan, took me back to that day when I, a 20-year-old graduate student, had come to my home town of Jacksonville, Florida, with another graduate student who was my fiancé…. a White American man. A telephone call was made to our home with this threat: “If that nigger-lover white man doesn’t get out of town there could be a cross burning or something worse at your house.”

The shouts, signs, and symbols of White supremacy in Charlottesville conjured up the terror about lynchings that I experienced as a youngster living in Jacksonville, Florida. Even though I had never had to witness one, I knew that lynchings took place; and I was taught the basic rules of what I must never do or say that could put me in the way of such brutal harm. A recent study by the Equal Justice Institute indicates that there were 3,959 racial terror lynching in America between 1877 and 1950. Charlottesville had 90 confirmed lynchings in that period; and Florida, the state that I was born in and where I was living in 1950, had lynched more Black people per capita than any other state.

I shuddered when I saw and heard men in Charlottesville shouting “Jews will not replace us,” for I know that such horrific sentiments, spoken in different words and in different languages, were spewed out during the Holocaust. It is such words that have an indelible association with the genocide in which 6 million European Jews were killed because of the ideology and actions of Adolf Hitler and those who followed him.

During the Jim Crow era in which I grew up, I saw signs that said, “No niggers, Jews or dogs allowed.” Over the years as my consciousness expanded, I became aware that there were signs in Texas that said, “No Mexicans or dogs allowed”; and in some parts of the U.S. there were signs that targeted Asians in what were known as Sundown Towns.

On that tragic day in Charlottesville, in addition to shouts of you will not replace us and Jews will not replace us, there were shouts of F — k you faggots; commie scum, and White lives matter. All of which reflect how White supremacists manage to spew out and act on their hatred for any and all people who are outside of their definition of “the superior White race.”

While I grew up in those wretched days of legal segregation and ubiquitous racism, I also grew up in a family and a community that taught me that no matter my fear of being harmed by racist acts, I had a responsibility to push through my fear and to do whatever I could to act against injustices. A sense of that responsibility has stuck with me, and leads me in the wake of Charlottesville to pose this question: What can and must we do? Doing nothing is not an option, for as Audre Lorde reminded us: “Your silence will not protect you.”

Here are five actions that we can and must take.

1) WE MUST ENGAGE IN RESISTANCE AGAINST INTOLERANCE, BIGOTRY, AND HATRED IN ALL FORMS. How critical such a posture is as we deal with the realities of these troubling times. Resistance can take multiple forms, from having courageous conversations with a colleague, family member, or stranger overheard using racist language, to participating in one of the many demonstrations and protests taking place all over our country against bigotry and hatred and in support of all instances of human rights. As I think about our responsibility to resist domination and oppression, I am reminded of the critical point that bell hooks made when she said:

It is important to remember as we think critically about domination, that we all have the capacity to act in ways that oppress, dominate, wound (whether or not that power is institutionalized). It is necessary to remember that it is first the potential oppressor within that we must resist — the potential victim within that we must rescue — otherwise we cannot hope for an end to domination, for liberation.

2) WE CAN AND MUST REMAIN CONNECTED TO OUR FUNDAMENTAL VALUES SUCH AS RESPECT FOR HUMAN DIVERSITY AND THE NEED TO CREATE AND SUSTAIN INCLUSIVE ENVIRONMENTS. Those of us who are associated with or work for organizations that have made their diversity and inclusion values public and even published them have an additional responsibility — to call on the leaders of those organizations to reaffirm those values. As Mahatma Gandhi said:

Your beliefs become your thoughts

Your thoughts become your words

Your words become your actions

Your actions become your habits

Your habits become your values

Your values become your destiny.

3) WE CAN AND MUST TAKE CONCRETE ACTION. The most obvious one is to call on our elected officials to stand up and to speak out against hatred and bigotry in any and all forms. As difficult as it may be to reach out to and to lobby elected officials who we know do not share our values, we have a responsibility to do so. Let us follow the example of Bernice Jagger who has said, “ I don’t believe in lobbying only progressive and liberal members of congress. I don’t believe in doing interviews only with those who share my views. I want to reach a wider audience.”

4) WE CAN AND MUST READ! Reading is a powerful means to learn about the lives of people who are different from oneself. As the late senator S.I. Hayakawa said, “It is not true that we have only one life to live. If we can read, we can live as many more lives and as many kinds of lives as we wish.” When we read the stories of others, we can also discover the multiple ways in which, in addition to the lines that divide us, there are ties that bind us. As C.S. Lewis reminds us, “We read to know we are not alone.”

5) LASTLY, BUT EVER SO IMPORTANTLY, WE MUST NEVER SUCCUMB TO HOPELESSNESS. We dare not give into White supremacy, racism, Anti-Semitism, Islamophobia, classism, sexism, heterosexism, ageism, and ableism. As Helen Keller has said, “Optimism is the fate that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.”

In these days, months, and years that follow what took place in Charlottesville, as we continue the many faceted struggles for social justice, let us remember these words of Caesar Chavez: “Perhaps we can bring the day when children will learn from their earliest days that being fully man and fully woman means to give one’s life to the liberation of the brother (and the sister) who suffers.”

question: What does the article say about how to oppose racism observed in Charlottesville?

answer: The author of the article recommends five ways to oppose racism in Charlottesville. The first way is to resist intolerance, bigotry, and hatred in all forms. The second is to remain connected to fundamental values such as respect for human diversity and the need to create and sustain inclusive environments. The third is to take concrete action by calling on elected officials to stand up and speak out against all forms of racism. The fourth is to read about the lives of people who are different from oneself. And the final way to oppose racism is to never succumb to hopelessness.

critique: The answer omits the fifth way to oppose racism, which is to never give into White supremacy, racism, Anti-Semitism, Islamophobia, classism, sexism, heterosexism, ageism, and ableism.

critique: The answer should mention that the author is the one recommending these actions.

critique: The answer should mention that the article is by a Black woman.

critique: The last step is not a recommendation. The author says it is important to never give up hope.

question: What are the scary parts of what the author saw in Charlottesville?

answer: The author was frightened that the same displays of White supremacy that she saw as a 20 year old at her home in Jacksonville were happening again.

critique: The author was also frightened by the anti-Semitic chants.

question: What does the text say about race baiters?

answer: No answer

critique: The text does not mention anything about race baiters.


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KENJI GERARDO FUJIMORI HIGUCHI (born 19 May 1980), popularly known as KENJI, is a Peruvian congressman[1] and _Fujimorista_ politician. He is the son of former Peruvian president Alberto Fujimori and former Peruvian First Lady and congresswoman Susana Higuchi. He has three siblings: Hiro Alberto, Sachi Marcela and Keiko Fujimori. In 2011 he ran for congress for Fuerza Popular, a political party led by his sister Keiko, being the most voted congressman in 2011. On January 31, 2018 he resigned from Fuerza Popular,[2] and in March 20th announced the creation of a new political party Cambio 21. In June 2018, following the _“Kenjivideos”_ scandal, congress suspended Kenji and two other congressmen of his party for the alleged crimes of influence peddling and bribery.[3]

Early life

Kenji Fujimori was born to Japanese Peruvian engineers, Alberto Fujimori, at the time dean of the science faculty of the National Agrarian University in Lima, and later President of Peru, and Susana Higuchi. He has three elder siblings. His father won the 1990 presidential elections, in 1992 he suspended the constitution and neutralized the Congress and the opposition. Kenji's mother soon disagreed with her husband, and they divorced in 1994. After this, Kenji's 19-year-old sister Keiko was named “First Lady”. Alberto Fujimori resigned in 2000 after a massive corruption scandal and went to exile in Japan. He was extradited to Peru and sentenced to jail in 2007.

Education

From 1999 to 2004, Kenji Fujimori studied agronomics at Kansas State University, graduating with a Bachelor of Science degree. Since 2008, he has been the general manager of a Lima private security and surveillance company. In March 2009, he founded his own enterprise, offering “independent services”. Moreover, he holds executive positions in three other companies.[4]

Political career

In 2006, he unsuccessfully ran for Governor of the Lima Region, representing his father's Si Cumple party. In 2010, he was a founding member of Fuerza 2011, led by his sister. Since March of that year, he has been the national secretary of youth of this party. In 2011 he ran for Congress in the constituency of Lima. He was elected and served for the 2011–2016 term[5] and was reelected for the 2016–2021 term.[6]

_Kenjivideos_ scandal

On 21 March 2018 two days before President Pedro Pablo Kuczynski faced an impeachment process for a second time, a video was released of Kuczynski allies, including his lawyer and Kenji Fujimori, attempting to buy the vote against impeachment from one official.[7] Following the release of the video, Kuczynski presented himself before congress and officially submitted his resignation to the Council of Ministers.[8][9]

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title: Kenji Fujimori

question: What does the text say about agronomy?

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critique: The answer should mention Kenji Fujimori's education.

critique: The answer can't be found in the text, but it is mentioned that Kenji Fujimori studied agronomics at Kansas State University.

critique: The answer should mention that Kenji Fujimori studied agronomics.

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critique: The article does mention the field of study.

question: Summarize the most interesting things relating to Alberto Fujimori.

answer: He was president of Peru from 1990 to 2000. He was the dean of the science faculty at the National Agrarian University in Lima. He won the 1990 presidential elections, and in 1992 he suspended the constitution and neutralized the Congress and the opposition. He divorced Kenji's mother, Susana Higuchi, in 1994. He resigned in 2000 after a corruption scandal and went to exile in Japan. He was sentenced to jail in 2007.

critique: The answer does not mention that he was the father of Kenji.

critique: It is omitted that he was the father of Kenji.

critique: Kenji wasn't put in jail until 2007. All his crime relates to the 2008s and onward.

critique: The answer should mention that Alberto Fujimori is Kenji's father.

critique: The answer omits that Alberto Fujimori is Kenji's father.

question: Summarize what happened to Kenji Fujimori in the 2000's.

answer: Kenji Fujimori was born in 1980. His father, Alberto Fujimori, was the president of Peru from 1990 to 2000. His mother, Susana Higuchi, was the first lady of Peru. In 1994, his parents divorced. His sister Keiko was named first lady. His father resigned in 2000 after a massive corruption scandal. He was extradited to Peru and sentenced to jail in 2007. Kenji Fujimori studied agronomics at Kansas State University from 1999 to 2004. He graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree. He was the general manager of a Lima private security and surveillance company from 2008 to the present. He founded his own enterprise in 2009. He holds executive positions in three other companies.

critique: "His father, Alberto Fujimori, was the president of Peru from 1990 to 2000. His mother, Susana Higuchi, was the first lady of Peru. In 1994, his parents divorced. His sister Keiko was named first lady. His father resigned in 2000 after a massive corruption scandal. He was extradited to Peru and sentenced to jail in 2007. Kenji Fujimori studied agronomics at Kansas State University from 1999 to 2004. He graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree. He was the general manager of a Lima private security and surveillance company from 2008 to the present. He founded his own enterprise in 2009. He holds executive positions in three other companies." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

critique: The answer is a summary of Kenji's life, not just the 2000s.

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question: What does the article say about politics in Peru?

answer: Kenji Fujimori is a Peruvian congressman and Fujimorista politician. He is the son of former Peruvian president Alberto Fujimori and former Peruvian First Lady and congresswoman Susana Higuchi. He has three siblings: Hiro Alberto, Sachi Marcela, and Keiko Fujimori. In 2011 he ran for congress for Fuerza Popular, a political party led by his sister Keiko, being the most voted congressman in 2011. On January 31, 2018 he resigned from Fuerza Popular, and in March 20th announced the creation of a new political party Cambio 21. In June 2018, following the "Kenjivideos" scandal, congress suspended Kenji and two other congressmen of his party for the alleged crimes of influence peddling and bribery.

critique: The answer should be more specific about the details of the Kenjivideos scandal.

critique: The subsection on Influence Peddling and Bribery is irrelevant to the question and could be deleted.

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_THE FERMATA_ is a 1994 erotic novel by Nicholson Baker. It is about a man named Arno Strine who can stop time, and uses this ability to embark on a series of sexual adventures. Like Baker's previous novel _Vox_, _The Fermata_ was controversial amongst critics yet was also a bestseller.[1]

Plot

Arno Strine, a temp in Boston, discovers he can stop time when he is a young man. He works on this power, and learns how to trigger and control these time stoppages. However, instead of becoming rich or a diabolic criminal, Strine becomes an elaborate voyeur. He stops time so that he can see women naked, and eventually creates scenarios that he can watch after he allows time to start again. But despite his enjoyment of this power, Arno wants a real relationship, and he overcomes his shyness to begin a relationship. When he finally consummates this relationship, his power to stop time passes to his girlfriend, whose own time adventures begin. Arno works on the story of this time power, under the title “The Fermata.”

Reception

The view of critics on the book was mixed. Writing in the _Daily Telegraph_ Victoria Glendinning stated “it is a moral challenge to be faced or it is simply meant as outrageous comedy, or as material for the sex-war, or as a portrait of a literary psychopath. Or it is an expression of male resentment of female autonomy. Whatever was intended, it is a repellent book. Goodbye Nicholson Baker, goodbye for ever.”[2] Commenting in the _New York Times_ on the book's many pornographic episodes, Michele Slung said “I was either extremely bored or mildly offended by almost all of them, but mostly bored.”[3] In the opinion of _The Times Literary Supplement_, “where The Mezzanine and Vox were bristling with originality, this is a novel of one idea and 1,000 jokes.”[4]

In contrast, Tom Bissell argued in _GQ_ that _The Fermata_ was an “unlikely masterpiece” which set a “very high lit-porn standard.”[5] _The Independent_ judged it “playfully erotic.”[6] Summing up the debate in the _London Review of Books_, Adam Mars-Jones wrote that “Nicholson Baker has chosen as the premise and conclusion of his novel an idea that contemporary culture has much difficulty with: the innocence of male sexual desire” and opined that “if Baker had found a way of dramatising his theme, it would be a braver and less self-satisfied book.”[7]

Screen adaptations

In 2002, Neil Gaiman wrote some drafts of a screenplay based on _The Fermata_, to be directed by Robert Zemeckis.[8] Gaiman's screenplay would have de-emphasized all the masturbation in the plot; instead he described his approach to the material as “_Annie Hall_ with time-stopping.”[9][10] In 2013, the project was described as “dormant”.[11] In 2014 it was reported that Paramount Television would collaborate with Zemeckis on a television drama series based on _The Fermata_, to be written by David Hollander.[12][13]

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question: What does the text say about The Fermata?

answer: The Fermata is a 1994 erotic novel by Nicholson Baker. It is about a man named Arno Strine who can stop time, and uses this ability to embark on a series of sexual adventures.

critique: The answer should mention the plot of the book.

critique: The answer should mention that the book was controversial.

question: What does the text say about The Fermata's plot?

answer: The Fermata is about a man named Arno Strine who can stop time. He uses this ability to embark on a series of sexual adventures. Strine becomes an elaborate voyeur. He stops time so that he can see women naked and eventually creates scenarios that he can watch after he allows time to start again.

critique: Include that Arno overcomes his shyness to begin a relationship.

critique: It is omitted that Strine overcomes his shyness to begin a relationship.

question: What does the text say about the reception of The Fermata?

answer: The reception of The Fermata was mixed. Some critics found it to be a moral challenge or simply meant as outrageous comedy, while others found it to be playfully erotic.

critique: The answer should mention the critics' views on the book's pornographic content.

critique: The answer should mention the critics who found the book to be a repellent book.

question: What does the text say about The Fermata's adaptation?

answer: In 2002, Neil Gaiman wrote some drafts of a screenplay based on The Fermata to be directed by Robert Zemeckis. The screenplay would have de-emphasized all the masturbation in the plot. However, there were no updates on the project since then. In 2014, Paramount Television collaborated with Zemeckis on a television drama series based on The Fermata, to be written by David Hollander.

critique: The answer should mention that the screenplay was never made into a film.

critique: "In 2002, Neil Gaiman wrote some drafts of a screenplay based on _The Fermata_, to be directed by Robert Zemeckis.[8] Gaiman's screenplay would have de-emphasized all the masturbation in the plot; instead he described his approach to the material as “_Annie Hall_ with time-stopping.”[9][10] In 2013, the project was described as “dormant”.[11] In 2014 it was reported that Paramount Television would collaborate with Zemeckis on a television drama series based on _The Fermata_, to be written by David Hollander." - this is irrelevant and should be removed.

text: It's incorrect to say that there were no updates on the screenplay for The Fermata since 2002; it was described in 2013 as 'dormant'.

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It's still under work but please let me know what you think.

The first stone was cast from a tattooed hand in the crowd. The thrower was a fairly average person. He was average height, white complexion totally non-descript outside of the tattoos on his throwing arm. Like most of the crowd, his face was covered with a bandana while his hair was controlled beneath a baseball cap. His action proved catalytic in what would change the world. This average, masked man broke the floodgates of the world. The rest of the mob saw his action as one of leadership and followed suit. Before long stones, bottles and anything else within reach was flung. These objects battered their targets like a hailstorm. The already broken SWAT and police force crumbled under this barrage. The few men who had chosen to remain in uniform began to route in the presence of this violent and seemingly innumerable crowd.
 A few of D.C.’s finest attempted to hold their ground by any means necessary. At first they used pepper spray and tear gas; as the crowd continued to advance they used their riot shields and clubs; still the crowd advanced and the remaining forces opened fire with their weapons. However, for every person they gunned down ten more swept up into their place. The bullets may as well have been fired into a rushing tide. Those men and women who chose to stay were quickly overwhelmed. They would not be left alive. Any who challenged the crowd were killed by the enraged beast it had become. Before long people swarmed into the capitol. Seats, long evacuated by elected officials were torn apart. Offices desecrated. Flags burned.
A lone official remained in his office. Congressman Pace. He had been elected to his fourth term in the last election. He was a Representative from Georgia who had one of the highest approval ratings in the House. He sat in his chair, turned towards the growing dusk. His window was open a crack. It was a lovely evening for March. He closed his eyes, shut out the screams of pain and sounds of destruction.  His mind wandered to his ranch in Georgia. The ranch he would never again see. The grass he would never again feel. The sun he would never again bask in. He almost smiled as these happy thoughts flooded him. He was shut from the world and could only think about the dark that gleamed around him. The Congressman was awoken from his trance as he heard what must have been air force one fleeing the nation’s capitol. He closed his eyes once more and returned to his meditation.
A gunshot sounded from out the Congressman’s office and still he did not flinch. His door burst down suddenly as three rioters pushed a Secret Service agent through it. They beat him with pipes until his cries ceased. The rioters stopped for a moment in the office. All the former Congressman could think of was how they had been too late to see the view. Darkness had now descended.
“Tyrant!” one of the rioters screamed through his bandana. He leaped over a table seeking his prey. Congressman Pace lay as
His death was not quick. He did not die painlessly. This often is the case when a government falls. He died with his hand over his American flag lapel pin.

The riot did not solely occur at the capitol. All of D.C. was under attack. After the riot at the capitol turned into a warzone the other riots quickly broke out into violence. The White House was besieged as the President was flown out to an undisclosed location somewhere in the Midwest. The portrait of George Washington that had hung for centuries, was protected from fire and war, would not see it through the night. This painting of the stoic founding father who wanted nothing more than equality for citizens would burn, as would all of the other relics stored in the President’s residence. A mob cheered as they watched flames engulf the White House for a second time in the nation’s history.
The destruction of the National Archives was made into a spectacle. Documents including the Constitution and Declaration of Independence were read before the crowd. Each word, originally crafted to provide for natural rights, chosen so specifically so that people of this once proud nation would know that they were entitled to freedom, was now being twisted to reveal ironic and biting meanings. The reader sneered at the end of every sentence but did not add his own interjections. The crowed jeered and booed the words. The speaker did not make it through the first page before he gave up on turning its meaning and threw it into the crowd where these once revered words were torn apart near instantly.
Crowds formed all over the mall. People looted businesses, robbed others and destroyed the landscape and property. Just as Nero with Rome, the people cheered as their city burned.

title: Anarchy (800 Words)

question: What caused the riots?

answer: What started as a thrown stone in the crowd at a protest against taxes.

critique: It's omitted that the rioters believed that the government had failed them.

critique: The thrown stone was not the cause of the riots.

critique: The answer is not fully accurate. The stone was not the first thing to be thrown.

critique: The answer could be clearer in its pronoun use.

critique: The thrown stone was catalytic in creating the revolutions and mob rule; it doesn't technically 'start' anything, (irony intended).

critique: The thrown stone was not the only catalyst.

critique: The stone was thrown during the riots, not at the start of them.

question: What made the rioters sneer at the reading of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence?

answer: The words were twisted to reveal ironic and biting meanings.

critique: The rioters sneered at the reading of the words, not the meanings.

critique: The rioters were already sneering before the reading.

critique: "The words were twisted to reveal ironic and biting meanings." - add that the rioters sneered at the reading because they hated the words.

critique: The answer should mention that the rioters sneered at the reading because the words were twisted to reveal ironic and biting meanings.

critique: The answer should mention the rioters' reaction to the reading.

critique: The answer doesn't say why the words were twisted.

critique: The words were twisted (which was noticed by the rioters); however, the anger comes from realizing that the words used to be about freedom and rights, and now being twisted for someone else's use for anger.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.


text:
Your horse veers left only narrowly avoiding the rather large rosewood shrub.  Just in time it sees the scaredly defensive rattlesnake arching back and preparing to strike the horses legs.  Instinctively, and with no signal from you, the white mare jumps over the coil of snake.  Bang.  Bang.  Bang.  You free several rounds from their casings in the direction of the rustlers.

With look of stern grimace, you drive your spurs into the sides of your beast.  Harder.  Faster.  You push the horse, racing after the cattle thieves.  The warm air rushes past you.  It catches your broad brimmed hat and whisks it away onto the ground.  Never mind the hat, it’s gone.  You can’t see them for the palpable cloud of dust thrown into the air by their beasts but you know they number six.

Glancing back, you turn your head to see the two men on their mounts beside you.   That’s strange.  A look of combined adrenaline induced enthusiasm and fear is readily strewn across their faces.  Normally inexpressive masks, to make any poker player jealous, were characteristic of these old ranchers.  The fear, you decide, is likely the result of them thinking about the near off confrontation with the rustlers.  They are probably considering their wives and children back at their respective homes.
Not you though.  You’ve never had much time to take a wife.  Most of your time is spent lonesome as you wander the dirty, dusty plains of Texas.  It’s not that you’ve never thought about it, though.  There’s that one pretty young girl who works in town at the drug store beside the farriers workshop.  You often buy your tobacco from that drug store; even though it costs slightly more than if you were to purchase it from the saloon or the general store.  But you do it anyway because it’s not often a vagabond finds a reason to speak to such a pretty girl.  You can see her now.  With that long raven hair and those hazel eyes perched above her daintily freckled cheeks.  She flashes that shy smile every time you enter the store, the embodiment of perfection.

Bang.  Old John fires his pistol unnervingly close to your ear as he urges his beast past yours, and at a pace any sane man would consider too much for the sharp decline in the approaching ground.  But John doesn’t care.  Faster he pushes his horse, with reckless indifference to its or his own safety.  He was always crazier than a nesting pit viper in the middle of June, ole John.  You are going to put an end to the stealing and dealing of this gang once and for all.  Whether blood need be shed or not, this will end today.

The cattle bandits have yielded.  Side by side, the three of you take up arms and begin to exchange blasts as you blaze a wide circle around the six.  Knees locking the side of your horse, you fire shots from both of your double actions simultaneously.  One of the bandits falls from his still horse.  That makes five over three now.  But soon after John takes a shot to the shoulder, falls to the side of his mount and jerks the reigns pulling the tan beast around into a sharp stop.  Then falls the third rancher along with his horse, both of them riddled with lead.

Click.  Click.  Click.  You have expelled the final bullet from your pistols.  The bandits realize this and cease firing.  There's no rush.  The larger oafish one says something under his breath and two of them laugh as he awkwardly dismounts his beast.  You bring your horse to a stop, as you place the sixth bullet into your second revolver, about a hundred yards from the thieves.   You give the cylinder a small spin.  Click click click click click, and with an effortless flick of your wrist it snaps back into position.  Tick, one hammer is drawn.  Tick, the second hammer is extended.  You stare at your pistols.  Absolutely beautiful.  Those pearl white handles are something else.  Cost you a God damn fortune from that little shop way up in Utah, but that’s alright.  The magnificent craftsmanship was certainly worth it.

One hundred yards from the five remaining bandits.  An easy shot for a semi skilled rifle.  And young Billy was more than a semi skilled rifle.  Much more.  A God damn hawkeye the kid was.   Known throughout much of Texas and even up into most parts of Utah for his sharpshooting.  With a reputation stretches as far as that you know a man is good at what he does.  This punk kid, no older than twenty and riding with a no name gang of common cattle thieves lead by Sticky Pete.

He tilted the hat back, lifting the brim up out of his way.  You could just see Billy’s thumb rise, ever so slightly adjusting the vertical height of the rear sight of his Sharpe rifle.  His cheek rested timidly beside the thumb on the wooden stock.  Never before have you felt like this.  A completely indelible feeling of a sheer and utter lack of hope and power.

Bang.

title: Cattle Rustlers

question: Describe Billy.

answer: Billy is a sharpshooter, who is no older than twenty and riding with a no name gang of common cattle thieves. He has a reputation that stretches across Texas and up into Utah for his sharpshooting.

critique: It's omitted that Billy is young, but skilled.

critique: The answer omits mention of Billy's hat.

critique: The answer should mention that Billy is a kid.

critique: Billy wasn't necessarily "riding" with the gang-it appears that he was positioned on a hill to assist in their capture.

critique: The answer could be clearer in its pronoun use.

critique: The answer omits that Billy is also a punk kid.

question: What is the theme of perfection in the story?

answer: The narrator has a perfect image of the girl at the drug store in his mind. He thinks she is the embodiment of perfection. Then he shoots her.

critique: This answer is inaccurate. The girl is not shot.


text:
I wouldn't mind any feedback so I can improve my writing.  If you liked it or hated it please don't hesitate to tell me what and why! THANK YOU!

"He won’t see!  We’ve done this like three times already." her voice was deep for a girl, but very sexy, at least he always thought so.  He let her pull him by his right arm as she led him down the white and brown checkered hallway.  They ducked under the office window and then dipped behind a set of lockers just in time to avoid someone walking by.

She turned around from her squatted position behind the lockers, held her index finger to her lips and made a “shhh” gesture with her lips.  Her lips were beautiful, at least he always thought so.  He pointed with his head to check if the coast was clear and she eased herself forward and looked right then left.  She gave a subtle tug on his arm and they moved quickly to the left and out the door.  She pushed it open and released her hold on his arm.  He wished she hadn’t let go.  She stepped outside and stood up and he followed.  She turned and looked him in the eye for a moment then pecked him gently on the lips.  He smiled then playfully spanked her ass.

She ran towards his car but he got there first.  He leapt in the driver’s side and pushed the lock down on the passenger door.  She pulled on the handle a few times before he let her in.  He always thought that was funny and he smiled.  She punched him hard in his right arm and he almost felt it go numb.  He turned to face her still smiling, he couldn’t look at her without smiling.  She began pulling at the sleeve of his t-shirt.

"Hold on" he said.
"He hasn’t left his office yet I don’t want him to see"
"Fuck you I told you he won’t see! Why would he look out the window to the parking let alone right at YOUR car!"
"He might and thats all it takes!"

She punched him again in the chest, softly, flirting.  He didn’t move for a moment and then he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her onto his lap.  She reached down and hit the lever to lower the seat and they fell backwards with a quick jerk.  Their heads bumped softly and they laughed.

"Shhh!" he said and held up a finger to his lips.
"You’re serious?"  "Yeah don’t be too loud!"
"Yeah cuz he can fuckin hear us from his third floor office you fucking bitch"
"I feel like you want us to get caught!"
"What the fuck no I don’t"
"What the FUCK" he said in a high pitched mocking tone.

She knew the tone.
"No I dooooon’t"  he said and made a face.
She knew it.  It always made her laugh.  She hit him playfully again in his ribs and he pretended like she broke it.
"Where’s it hurt where’s it hurt I’ll kiss it" she said in frantic playful tone.

He pointed to his ribs, then to his stomach, his leg, his chest.  They were kissing, their eyes closed.  He stopped kissing for a second.  She kissed him once more then paused with her lips still touching his.  He opened one eye and moved his head slowly to the right.  He was looking at the principal’s office window.  She caught the joke and said

"You’ll pay for that you-" and he winked and kissed her before she could finish.

"The principals not at his desk right now so he must be out for lunch already."  he noted in his head.  He slid his fingers down her side and rested them on her hips.  He checked one more time, the window, just to make sure.  He saw the top of the principal’s head begin to appear at the window as it would if he was walking towards his desk.

"Fuck" he thought.  His eyes shifted back to her and he kissed her again but his mind was elsewhere.  "Fuck" he told himself, "whats the fucking asshole doing in his office still? GO TO FUCKING LUNCH!" he yelled in his mind.

He stopped moving for a moment, and looked into her eyes, faded blue, but beautiful.  He kissed her again and pushed her head back with his as he lifted himself upright.  He pulled his lips off of hers and began to unbutton her shirt.  He kept his eyes on his fingers but his thoughts were on the principals office.  He kissed her bare chest and she leaned back on top of him and kissed his lips.  He peered around her head and saw the principal still sitting at his desk.

"Shes right," he thought, "what are the chances he’d look out the window down at the parking lot, let alone this specific" before he could finish that thought, he saw the principal turn his head towards the door as if he heard someone knocking at the door.  He watched just to see what would happen.

He saw the principal stand up from his desk and walk towards the door.  He saw the door open and the principal stand there for a moment talking to the visitor.  She stared at him with a face of flirtatious disappointment but then she saw that his face was serious.

"This is a dream" he thought.
"Hey why’d you stop?" she asked and he realized that he hadn’t moved his body for some time because he was watching the window.
"Shhh" he said briefly.
"I’m starting to think you have a crush on him you fucking queer" she laughed.  "Why do you keep staring at hi-" he reached his hand up and gently pushed her cheek towards the window.

As she turned she saw what he was looking at.  She saw the silhouette of a man in the far corner of the room, to the right of the window, opposite the wall the desk was facing.  She watched the principal shut the door and walk back to his desk.  As he turned, he spotted the intruder and shrunk back in fear.

The intruder stepped calmly forward and raised a long knife.  The sunlight reflected off the blade briefly before it was thrust into the principal’s chest.  The intruder caught and lowered the limp body to the ground and then stood up.  He wiped the blade and wrapped it in a black cloth before turning to face the door.  He exhaled and placed his hand on the doorknob, twisted, flicked off the lights, and took a step into the hallway.  They saw him turn to the right and pull at the mask.  He began walking down the hall and walked out of sight just as the mask came off.  The couple sat there in the car looking at one another.

Neither one spoke, neither one moved.

title: Untitled 1

question: What does the story say about what happens to the principal?

answer: He walks into his office and is stabbed by an intruder. The intruder removes the mask and walks away.

critique: The answer omits that the principal is killed.

question: What does the story say about the two kids hiding in the principal's office?

answer: The two kids are hiding in the principal's office. The boy is watching the principal's office window. The girl is kissing him. The boy is thinking about the principal's office. He sees the principal's head appear at the window. The principal is still in his office. The boy is thinking about the principal. The principal stands up and walks towards the door. The boy sees the principal talking to a visitor. The principal shuts the door and walks back to his desk. The boy sees the principal's silhouette in the far corner of the room. The principal is stabbed in the chest by an intruder. The boy and girl are still in the car. Neither one of them speaks or moves.

critique: The highlighted text is inaccurate and should be revised.

critique: The boy and girl are not still in the car. They are watching the principal's office window.

critique: The boy and girl are not still in the car at the end of the story.

critique: The boy and girl are not still in the car.

critique: The boy and girl are not still in the car. They are still in the office.

critique: The boy and girl are still in the car. Neither one of them speaks or moves.

text: The answer is incorrect because the question is inaccurate. It should reflect that the kids were not hiding in the principal's office. They were in the boy's car out on the parking lot making out. The boy was paranoid that the principal might see them. They witnessed the principal get murdered by a knife-wielding assailant wearing a mask.

question: What does the story say about who kills the principal?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the killer is an intruder.

text: The answer should mention that the intruder is a knife-wielding man wearing a mask who hid inside the principal's office and waited for the right time to kill him.

category: coverage


text:
I was flying back to work on christmas day.  My flight would take me first to the city of Houston for an hour layover before continuing on to my final destination.

My first flight is delayed.  First 10 minutes, then 20 minutes, then we stopped getting updates and were told it would be any moment.  The plane arrives and begins unloading the small batch of occupants before a sweep of the aircraft and boarding begins.  Boarding group 3 is called and I board.

The plane is small and my seat is in the back row before the emergency exits and the toilet for all those not in first class.  I take my seat and see her.  She is one of two flight attendants on board.  Her smile catches my eye as she makes her rounds, checking that everyone has figured out those complex seatbelts and has their bags tucked under the seat in front of them.

After the other flight attendant has done her speech about safety, it's her turn to come over the PA with some facts about the planes specifications.  She fumbles over the words and I turn my head to see her.  After she finishes she looks at me and says, "Welp, I screwed that up."

I chuckle a little and tell her, "Meh, it could have been a lot worse."

She smiles.

I return to the sunset drenched runway as the plane begins to speed up.  I slip on my headphones and "In The Waiting Line" by Zero 7 begins as the runway disappears and red, purple, and gold coat the clouds.

I check the time.  I'll be lucky to have ten minutes between my arrival in houston and my departure.  What if I miss my flight? There is still a two hour drive after waiting for me at the end of my next flight.

I think of her.

The flight lands and we find our gate.  Everyone stands.  I have ten minutes until my connectionsm flights boarding closes and my gate us at the end of the terminals.  I sit up a little and turn to find her with her head and arms resting in a hole in the wall behind me.  I smile and ask her where she's headed next.

She tells me she's headed home to rest and how she had intended to be with family before she got these flights last minute.  She asks me questions about my destination and my job, and after a few minutes I tell her my name.  She offers hers.

I want to speak to her again.  I want to know more about her and spend more time with her infectious smile.  I want to give her my number and just see what happens.

7 minutes.

I glance towards the front of the plane and see my turn to walk out of my isle and off the plane approach with an unexpected speed.  I grab my bag and stand up.

"Get home safe, it was nice talking to you," I say as I leave.

My moment is gone.  I immediately regret not taking my chance.  Her name fills my head and though I maybe exchanged 50 words with her I was left wondering what if.  Cursing myself as I half walk half jog down the terminal.

5 minutes.

2 minutes.

I run.

1 minute.

I see my gate ahead and push forward.  Boardi Boarding pass in hand I get to the closed gate.  The flight had been delayed 20 minutes and hadn't begun boarding yet.

I could have taken my time.  I didn't have to run.  The moment had disintegrated before me as I failed to jump off the edge of the cliff that is my mind.  I wish I had taken the leap of faith.  I wish I hadn't given in to my cold feet.  All this worrying about someone who was in my life for an hour seems silly.  I didn't even know her, but I wanted to.

I slip on my headphones and fade into the music.

title: [NF] Just my story

question: What does the story say about the theme of regret?

answer: The narrator regrets not having taken the chance to talk more with the flight attendant he'd met. He felt he could have given her his number and seen what happened. He thinks about her name and wonders what if. He feels he should have taken the chance to get to know her.

critique: The narrator's regret is not about not talking more with the flight attendant, but about not taking the chance to talk to her at all.

critique: The narrator does not think about her name and wonders what if.

critique: The narrator did talk to the flight attendant.

question: Summarize everything relating to occupations.

answer: The narrator is flying back to work on Christmas day. The flight attendant on the plane is headed home to rest after working on Christmas. The narrator is going to work.

critique: The flight attendant is not going to work.

text: The last sentence is unnecessary - the first sentence already tell us that the narrator is flying back to work.

category: coherence

question: What does the story say about the flight attendant's feelings toward the narrator?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the flight attendant's feelings are unclear.

question: What does the story say about the narrator's feelings toward the flight attendant?

answer: The narrator instantly noticed the flight attendant's smile. He was drawn to her infectious smile, and wanted to get to know her more. He had regrets when he failed to take his chance. He wanted to give her his number and see what happened. He wondered what could have been if he had taken the leap of faith.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator doesn't know the flight attendant.


text:
_WITHOUT A TRACE_ is a 1983 American drama film directed by Stanley R. Jaffe and starring Kate Nelligan, Judd Hirsch, David Dukes and Stockard Channing. It is based on the novel _Still Missing_ by Beth Gutcheon. The story is partly based on the disappearance of Etan Patz.

Plot

Susan Selky is a well-known English professor at Columbia University. She lives in a Brooklyn brownstone with her 6-year-old son Alex (Danny Corkill). One March morning, Susan sees Alex off to school, which is only two blocks away. Alex turns to wave to his mother, then disappears around the corner.

Susan returns home after work, and becomes increasingly alarmed when Alex is late. She calls her friend and neighbor Jocelyn Norris, whose daughter is a classmate of Alex's, and learns Alex never went to school. She immediately calls the New York City Police Department, and officers descend on the townhouse, led by Lieutenant Al Menetti. Susan is questioned closely on all aspects of her life and her son's, and the police initially suspect her estranged husband, Graham, a professor at New York University, but he produces an alibi.

Susan's case generates attention from the local media, and citizens help in the search by distributing posters. Susan is initially criticized for allowing her son to walk to school by himself. Susan takes a polygraph test that clears her as a suspect. Numerous leads are checked out, including several reports that Alex may have been seen in the back seat of a blue 1965 Chevy. A psychic is also called in, but each lead fizzles.

The investigation drags on, and Graham is at odds with Menetti after budget cuts force Menetti to dismantle the command center in Susan's apartment and run the case from the precinct. Menetti's attention is soon diverted to other cases, but the Selky case is always a priority. At one point, Graham takes matters into his own hands after he receives a ransom call. Given a beating, he requires a hospital stay.

A break in the case finally happens on the Fourth of July, when Susan's housecleaner, Philippe, is arrested as a suspect. A pair of Alex's bloody underpants was found in his apartment, where the gay Philippe was picked up with a 14-year-old male prostitute. Susan visits Philippe in jail, and he tells her that the bloody underpants came about when he used them to stop bleeding after he cut himself washing dishes in Susan's house. Convinced Philippe is innocent, Susan tries to persuade Menetti to drop the charges, but he refuses, citing undisclosed physical evidence.

The renewed media coverage generated by Philippe's arrest dies down, and Susan faces increased pressure to drop the matter and accept that Alex could be dead. Susan's feelings come to a boiling point when a magazine cancels an article she wrote about Alex, and Jocelyn advises her to give up. Susan tries to resume her normal routine, although she never loses faith. One day, she receives a phone call from a woman in Bridgeport, Connecticut, named Malvina Robbins, who says Alex is living with neighbors. Menetti tells Susan he has also heard from Robbins, but Bridgeport police told him the woman is a crank. The investigation is closed, he says, and Philippe goes on trial within weeks.

On a day off, Menetti takes a drive with his son. When he sees a sign for Bridgeport, Connecticut, he checks out the lead personally. He recruits his young son as his partner on the case. Once he is sure that the lead is false, Menetti hopes to browbeat Robbins from disturbing Selky. When Menetti arrives at Robbins' address, he is shocked to see a blue Chevy (in which witnesses had reported seeing Alex) parked in the driveway of the neighboring house. Realizing that Robbins was telling the truth, he uses her phone to contact the Bridgeport police. They find Alex alive and unharmed. His kidnapper wanted the boy to care for his disabled sister who lives in the house.

Menetti drives Alex back to New York with a huge police escort (which grows with each jurisdiction it passes through), and the New York media is tipped off that he has been found, converging on Susan's Brooklyn house. Susan returns from grocery shopping in time to see Alex stepping out of Menetti's car. In front of delighted bystanders and reporters, mother and child are reunited.

Cast

-   Kate Nelligan as Susan Selky
-   Judd Hirsch as Al Menetti
-   David Dukes as Graham
-   Stockard Channing as Jocelyn Norris
-   Danny Corkill as Alex
-   Louise Stubbs as Malvina Robbins
-   Keith McDermott as Philippe
-   David Simon as Menetti's son

Production

The film's screenplay was written by novelist and screenwriter Beth Gutcheon, who kept the film relatively faithful to her novel _Still Missing_, a work of fiction. The one glaring difference between the book and the film is that the book was set in Boston, while the film was set and filmed in New York. The film was originally supposed to be titled _Still Missing_, but was changed by the studio to avoid confusion with the 1982 film _Missing_.

Release

The film was released in North America on February 4, 1983, and grossed $9.6 million.[1]

Reception

Janet Maslin of _The New York Times_ called it “a reasonably well-made film” on its own terms but said it “deserves more thoughtful and imaginative treatment”.[2]

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[2]

title: Without a Trace (1983 film)

question: Summarise briefly what the text says about the plot of the movie "Without a Trace."

answer: The movie is set in the present time; with a woman and her son (the film is based on a presumed real-life case of Etan Patz). The woman's son is walking to school as any ordinary boy would as he walks by waving to his mother, turns back, and belts through the children walking to school. As the mother launches into her day, her son is found not in school and no one recalls having seen him. A ransom is made, countless leads as possibilities are given, and the investigation takes weeks, then months. The story continues in the vein of no child being found and the focus shifts to a pedophilic neighbor, then to the woman's house cleaner, almost to the end, before the police in Connecticut find the kidnapped boy.

critique: The highlighted text is inaccurate and should be removed.

critique: The answer is inaccurate and incoherent.

critique: "The movie is set in the present time; with a woman and her son (the film is based on a presumed real-life case of Etan Patz)." - this is inaccurate. The movie is set in 1983. The film is not based on a presumed real-life case of Etan Patz. This part should be removed.

critique: The answer is not a summary of the plot.

critique: The answer is not clear and should be rewritten.

critique: The answer is inaccurate and should be rewritten.

text: It's inaccurate that the pedophilic man and the housekeeper are separate people. They are the same, so that should be amended.

refinement: The movie is set in the present time; with a woman and her son (the film is based on a presumed real-life case of Etan Patz). The woman's son is walking to school as any ordinary boy would as he walks by waving to his mother, turns back, and belts through the children walking to school. As the mother launches into her day, her son is found not in school and no one recalls having seen him. A ransom is made, countless leads as possibilities are given, and the investigation takes weeks, then months. The story continues in the vein of no child being found and the focus shifts to a pedophilic neighbor, then to the woman's house cleaner, almost to the end, before the police in Connecticut find the kidnapped boy.


text:
With a loud gasp, Charlie woke up from his slumber. His breaths were slow, and became calmer as the seconds past. With the nightmare over, it took him not long to gain his bearings. He was in his bed, not in the giant quicksand he saw in his dream. The window beside them was open, and a calm breeze came through. Beside Charlie was Sasha, fast asleep. He could not miss the drool by the side of her lips. It made him smile for the while. She was really beautiful and innocent at the moment, and it took Charlie’s breath away. Still feeling out of place from the dream, Charlie got from his bed, and walked to the bathroom.

With the door shut, Charlie gazed closely at his reflection. He felt repulsive. From his face, to his bare chest, to his boxers. He sighed softly to himself, and shook his head. Christ….

When Sasha woke up from a sudden noise, she saw Charlie all dressed as if he was going out. Although tired, Charlie could see her confusion. “Where you goin Charlie? Its late babe.” Charlie hesitated for a moment, then spoke out softly. “I’m gonna go for a walk. Clear my head. Would you like to join me?” Charlie hoped she’d say no, but he felt right to ask. Sasha mumbled and rested back in her comfy position. “No way. Nuh uh. Don’t be long kay?” Charlie smiled as he turned to make way down the stairs, but he heard Sasha call out to him. Charlie turned and saw her smiling in her bed. “Love you.” She said quietly. Charlie was silent, then smiled back his response.

The moonlight lit the streets well enough to entertain Charlie on his walk to nowhere. With lots of thoughts on his mind, he had no idea how to keep his sanity. He wished the wind blowing in his face would wash all his sorrows away, or the night sky swallow him whole. He saw a cat walk past a garbage can, a ribbon blow across the street, and a motorbike being parked by a house. There was so much to see now, but so little to take in. He was now beginning to wish he had brought his mp3 player with him. Before Charlie could process another thought he heard someone call his name.

“Charlie bro!”

Charlie turned and saw his friend Brophy coming towards him. Beside him was an asian girl. Charlie knew her, for he saw them together a couple of times already. It was enough to get him on edge. Charlie waved back and continued walking. He didn’t know what was going on behind him now.

A half hour later, Charlie was passing through some bushes that led him to a Cliffside. The moon was clear above him now, and the wind was forever stronger. It was perfect. Suicide Rock was its name, inspired from the many attempts and depressing thoughts Charlie had in the past. The last time he came here was when he was with….

“Bruh!”

Charlie turned and saw Brophy again. This time he was alone. “Where’s the broad?” Charlie asked in a sour tone.  Brophy punched Charlie lightly on the shoulder. “Hey, the broad has a name, and she went home. We were just doing a midnight walk.” Charlie nodded to himself and sat down on the hard ground. Brophy sat beside him taking out a beer for the each of them. Charlie was about to question Brophy for it, but Brophy didn’t want any of it.

The two friends sat together getting buzzed, and talked of life. It had been a while since Charlie and Brophy had been together, so they had a lot to share. Well, Brophy did anyways. “Charlie, seriously  bro you’ve been acting anti-social again. Depression on your tail again? We can take him!” Charlie shook his head, and put the bottle aside. Slowly but surely, without any warning, a tear fell his cheek. Brophy didn’t miss it, and deep down he became all the more curious. It was weird. One moment he was out of bed with the love of his life, and the next thing he knew he was outside about to cry. Brophy rested his arm on Charlie’s shoulder. “Life blues huh?” Charlie brushed his friends arm aside and drank another gulp. “I hate my life. I hate all these people around me, I hate worrying every day, and I hate…..I hate trying to trust people. I hate…..I hate being me….” Brophy laughed, but it didn’t bother Charlie. The booze was getting to him. “Charlie, you and me are soooooo much a like. I tell you this so many times. Bruh, we’re in this together right? I mean come on, we have our moments but we got to look on the brightside. We have Nujabes, we have music, we have sweet hunnies to inspire, and…..lots of other stuff. I know life is confusing, trust me mate, but we’re all not that bad as people. It’s just the crazy lot.” Charlie wiped a tear from his face and was quiet. He heard a faint rumble of thunder in the distance and figured a storm was coming. It excited him. “We just need to change somehow, bruh. If only it was that simple right?” Charlie nodded. “If only it was that simple Brohpy…..”

When the time was right to depart, Brophy and Charlie got up and took their bottles with them. Charlie took one last glimpse at the moon, and smiled to himself. If only my purpose was so simple and clear. He stood there for a moment hoping the moon or something or someone would reply, but nothing came his way. All he could think of now past the depressing struggles he had his head, was how Sasha looked in her bed fast asleep and how she was someone he could share his mind with. Someone that beautiful.

Charlie and Brophy waved their goodbyes, and Charlie headed home. To his beautiful love, or his fated oblivion. Another story for another time.

title: A Downcast Moment

question: What does the text say about Charlie's mental health?

answer: Charlie is suffering from depression. He is having suicidal thoughts and is having a hard time trusting people. He is also having a hard time being himself.

critique: The answer should mention that Charlie is having a hard time being himself because he is suffering from depression.


text:
[“Wonder Why My Parents Didn't Give Me Salk Shots?”, the cartoon for which Little received the Pulitzer Prize for Editorial Cartooning] THOMAS “TOM” LITTLE (September 27, 1898 – June 20, 1972)[1] was an American editorial cartoonist. Working for _The Nashville Tennessean_, he won the Pulitzer Prize for Editorial Cartooning in 1957.

Biography

Little was born in Snatch (now called Peytonsville) in an extremely rural part of Williamson County, Tennessee.[2][3] His father died when he was two, and his family lived with his grandfather, who taught Little to draw before he could even write. His first job was picking potatoes for 50 cents a day, but the next year he entered the news business at age nine by folding issues of the _Williamson County News_.[4]

Little studied at the Watkins Institute (1912–15) and the Montgomery Bell Academy (1917–18).[5] He joined the _Tennessean_ in 1916 and became a police reporter there in 1919.[6] His tenure at the paper was interrupted by service in the US Army (at 5'2", he was rejected by the US Marines for being underweight) and a year (1923–24) as a reporter and cartoonist at the syndicate of the _New York Herald Tribune_.[7]

Prompted by his mother's illness, he returned to the _Tennessean_.[8] He became city editor in 1931, but following a dispute with the publisher he left that post in 1937.[9][10] He began drawing editorial cartoons for the _Tennessean_ in 1934 and drew exclusively after abandoning editing and reporting in 1937. He had been tutored by fellow Pulitzer winner Carey Orr before Orr left for the _Chicago Tribune_ in 1917, but a stronger influence was the work of another winner, Dan Fitzpatrick of the _St. Louis Post-Dispatch_. His drawing style resembled Fitzpatrick's and the work of both men was noted for biting content.[11] For his part, Fitzpatrick disliked the resemblance and considered Little an “imitator”.[12] Little became one of the most influential and republished cartoonists in the US.[13] His Pulitzer-winner cartoon featured a young boy with crutches and leg braces watching other boys play football, and is captioned “Wonder why my parents didn't give me Salk shots?”[14][15]

In addition to the Pulitzer, Little won a National Headliner Award in 1948, a Christopher Award in 1953, and a Freedoms Foundation Medal in 1955 and 1956.[16][17]

Beginning in 1934, Little collaborated with Tom Sims (writer of _Popeye_) on a single panel comic strip for King Features called _Sunflower Street_, depicting the lives of rural African-Americans. Though well-intentioned, the strip was cancelled in 1949 for fear that the strip would be viewed as condescending and draw racially based complaints.[18]

Little married Helen Dahnke of Union City, TN (1900-1938) in 1927;[19] she was an editor for _The Nashville Tennessean_.

Little retired in 1970.[20]

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[19] “Tennessee, State Marriage Index, 1780-2002,” index, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/VNXV-MBP : accessed 01 Sep 2014), Tom Little and Helen Dahnke, 19 Oct 1927; citing “Tennessee State Marriages, 1780-2002,” Ancestry.com; p. 26, Obion, Tennessee, United States, State Library and Archives, Nashville.

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title: Tom Little (cartoonist)

question: Summarize the beginning of Little's life.

answer: Little was born in Snatch, now called Peytonville in an area called Williamson County, Tennessee.  He's the son of a farmer, who completed hard labor until the age of two. Little's grandfather taught him how to draw before he wrote at the age of eight. He worked for $.50 per day picking potatoes. Little began working for the Tennessean newspaper as a teenager, he worked as a police reporter before his retirement.

critique: The answer is a summary of Little's life, not his beginning.

critique: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Little's father died when he was two, and his family lived with his grandfather.

critique: The statement that Little's father was a farmer is unattested.

critique: The answer should mention his education.

critique: The answer is wrong about Little's work for the Tennessean.

critique: The response inaccurately mentions that Little is the son of a farmer who completed hard labor until the age of two. However, his father died when he was two.

critique: - The article doesn't say Little's father was a farmer.

text:
-'Little's grandfather taught him how to draw before he wrote at the age of eight.' This statement is incorrect. The text states that Little's grandfather taught him to draw before he could write. The model should correct this error.
-The answer omits that Little entered the news business at age nine by folding issues of the Williamson County News. It should state this.
-'Little began working for the Tennessean newspaper as a teenager, he worked as a police reporter before his retirement.' This should be omitted because it's not part of the beginning of his life.

category: other

category_text: All of the above.

question: What point in this story showed some tension for Little?

answer: When he was working as the city editor in 1931, there was a dispute between him and the publisher.

critique: The answer should mention what the dispute was about.

critique: The answer is a little vague. It should be more specific about what the dispute was.

critique: The answer needs to be more specific about what the dispute was.

critique: The answer should mention that Little left the post in 1937.

critique: The answer could be more specific about the nature of the dispute.

critique: The date was wrong (31), and the cause of tension wasn't included.

question: Summarize Little's job experiences.

answer: His first job was picking potatoes at the age of five. The next year he joined the news, folding issues of the Williamson County News at the age of nine. His tenure at the Tennessean ended once he was called to serve in the Army, where he held a top-ranking position earning $1500 a month, but with duties like shining boots. Little then became the writer and cartoonist at the syndicate of the New York Herald Tribune.

critique: 'at nine years old' is false.  He began working at the paper when he was nine years old, not after

critique: Little's job at the syndicate is not mentioned.

critique: The detail about his Army duties is unattested.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Little was never a writer and cartoonist at the syndicate of the New York Herald Tribune.

critique: This is false. Little was never a top-ranking officer in the Army.

text:
-The text does not say at what age Little began picking potatoes, but it can be implied that he was eight years old since the text mentions that he got another job when he was nine the following year. This should be stated.

-'His first job was picking potatoes at the age of five. The next year he joined the news, folding issues of the Williamson County News at the age of nine.' This does not make sense logically and should be rewritten.

-The answer should state that he worked as a reporter, not a writer for the New York Herald Tribune syndicate for a year.

-It omitted that he was rejeted by the U.S marines for being underweight.

-The answer omitted that he became city editor for the Tennessean in 1931. It should state this.

-The answer should add that he drew exclusively after leaving editing and reporting in 1937.

-It omitted that beginning in 1934, Little collaborated with Tom Sims, the writer of Popeye, on a single-panel comic strip for King Features called Sunflower Street, depicting the lives of rural African-Americans, which later got canceled.

question: What role could Little play during his retirement?

answer: He may become some kind of mentor.

critique: "He may become some kind of mentor." - is incorrect. Little was already a mentor to many cartoonists.

critique: This is not a role, but a guess about what he could do.

critique: It is not stated that he could become a mentor.

critique: Little is not named in the text as a mentor. This answer should be replaced by one that mentions that particular text.

critique: "He may become some kind of mentor." - it was never implied if Little was a mentor or not.

critique: There is no evidence to suggest that he could become a mentor.

critique: "He may become some kind of mentor." - this is incorrect. Little was already a mentor to many cartoonists.


text:
On the other side of our Human World, there was a Monster World.

There was a young monster named Davi.  Davi was a lonely boy.  He had seven brothers, but he always stayed home alone.

Davi cried everyday.  He wanted to make friends.

Davi went to talk to his grandfather, who was the guard of the gate which connects Human World and Monster World.

Davi asked his grandfather, "I want to go to Human World.  I don't have any friends here.  Maybe I can make friends over there."

Gradfather said "No, it's too dangerous.  No one in Human World likes Monsters.  You won't make any friends there."

But Davi went "Nobody in Monster World likes me anyway.  I want to at least try making friends in Human World!"

Grandfather decided to allow Davi 3 days in Human World, and gave Davi 3 gold coins, and told him "These coins may help you when you are in trouble."

Davi thanked his grandfather, and went through the gate.

Davi walked through the dark...

Davi landed on the street.  He was amazed at the sun, the sky, the tall trees, and the houses!

Davi saw a college dormitory in which college girls were petting a cat.

Davi sneaked into the dormitory and talked to the cat. "Mr!" said Davi.  "How can I make friends with humans?"

" Meow! " answered Mr. Cat.  "I am not going to tell you because you are a Monster.  We don't like monsters.  But I see you have three gold coins in your pocket.  If you give me one coin, I'll answer your question."

Davi gave him one gold coin.  Then Mr. Cat went "Ok!  All I do is mew and purr at people's feet."

Davi said "Thank you, Mr. Cat!"

Davi approached the college girls, who were busy chattering with each other, and purred and mewed at their feet.  The college girls turned around, and...

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!  Monster!!!"  The college girls screamed in horror, and ran out of the building!

Davi was left alone in the dormitory.  He walked out on the street, and he cried and cried and cried all night long.

On the second day, Davi saw two young boys playing with a dog in a house.

Davi sneaked into the house, and talked to the Dog. "Mr!" said Davi.  "How can I make friends with Humans?"

" Arf!" answers Mr. Dog.  "I am not going to tell you because you are a monster.  We don't monsters.  But I see you have two gold coins in your pocket.  If you give me one coin, I'll be happy to answer your question."

So Davi gave him one coin.  Then Mr. Dog went "Okay!  All I do is bow-wow, and lick people's faces."  "Thank you, Mr. Dog!" said Davi.

Davi approached the two young boys, and suddenly licked their faces and BOW-WOWED!!

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!! MONSTER!!"  cried the two young boys.  They screamed in horror and ran out of the building!

Davi was left alone in the house.  He walked out on the street, and he cried and cried and cried all night long.

On the third day, Davi saw a huge house in which an old blind lady was feeding a small bird in a cage.

Davi sneaked into the house, and talked to the bird. "Mrs!" said Davi.  "How can I make friends with humans?"

"Chirp!" answered Mrs. Bird.  "I am not going to tell you because you are a Monster.  We don't Monsters.  But I see you have one gold coin in your pocket.  If you give me the coin, I'll be happy to answer your question."

So Davi gave her his last gold coin.  Then Mrs. Bird says "Okay!  All I do is chirp and sing a song!"

Davi started singing a song.  Then...

"Where does this come from?" the old blind lady approached Davi.  Davi was so happy.  "This is the most beautiful song I have ever heard,"said Old Blind Lady.

Then she touched Davi's face.  "Who are you? What is this?  Could this be a... AAARRRGGGHHH!!! Monster!!!!"  The Old Blind Lady screamed in horror, and fainted dead!

Davi was left alone once again.  He walked out on the street, and he cried and cried and cried all night long.

Davi went back to the gate.  He was very sad.  The trees, the sun, the sky didn't amaze Davi anymore.

Davi met his grandfather at the gate.  Grandfather went "Why are you crying?"  Then Davi answered "I tried really hard to make friends with humans, and asked Mr. Cat, Mr. Dog and Mrs. Bird for advise, and I followed their good advice, but nobody liked
 me.  Nobody cared about me anywhere.  I'll be alone for the rest of my life.  Nobody likes me!"

Then grandfather answered "It takes so much courage just to go to Human World.  And you were on your own Davi.  You are the most courageous Monster I have ever seen.  Everytime you cried, you learned to be stronger.  You don't need anyone else."

Davi listened to his grandfather.  "Now go home, Davi," said grandfather.

Davi walked back to his house, and opened the door, then...

Davi's seven brothers rushed to Davi, cheering "We've heard you were in Human World by yourself?!" "I wish I can be like you!"  "You are so brave!"

Davi finally smiled.  From that day on, Davi played with his brothers everyday, and lived happily ever after.

(Copyright @ myself)

title: An original children's story about a monster who tries to make friends with people

question: Summarize the main conflict in the story.

answer: Davi, a monster, wants friends. He wants to go to the Human World and make friends where no one likes monsters. His grandfather reluctantly takes him through the guard gate to the Human World, but Davi is undermined by everyone he talks to. Finally, on the last day, his grandfather tells him that he doesn't need anyone else, and Davi is courageous. This causes his brothers to come home and play with him.

critique: The summary misses to mention that Davi's grandfather tells him that he doesn't need anyone else, and Davi is courageous. This causes his brothers to come home and play with him.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The answer omits the part where Davi's grandfather tells him that he doesn't need anyone else.

critique: The response is missing the part where Davi's grandfather tells him that he doesn't need anyone else.

critique: The conflict isn't that Davi wants friends, it's that he wants to make friends in a place where no one likes monsters.

critique: Does not address the conflict with his grandfather.

critique: The answer should mention that Davi's grandfather tells him he doesn't need anyone else because he was on his own.

question: Summarize how the conflict gets resolved.

answer: Davi is a monster who is lonely and wants to make friends. He goes to the Human World and tries to make friends with humans, but they all run away from him. He returns to the Monster World and his grandfather tells him that he is the most courageous monster he has ever seen. Davi's brothers then play with him every day.

critique: The last sentence is unnecessary to the answer.

critique: The answer omits that Davi's grandfather tells him that he doesn't need anyone else.

critique: The answer omits the part where Davi's brothers play with him.

critique: The answer could mention that Davi's grandfather encourages him.

critique: Davi's grandfather doesn't need to be mentioned.

question: What are some other tactics Davi's grandfather might have suggested before he allowed Davi to try out the human world?

answer: He might have suggested that Davi could try to make friends with other monsters. He might have also suggested that Davi could try to make friends with humans by doing something they would find endearing.

critique: The answer is made up and doesn't really answer the question.

critique: We don't know what his grandfather could be offered as a solution to Davi's situation before he sent him over to the human side.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The answer is a bit confusing. It should be rewritten.

question: Summarize the thing that remains the same about Davi throughout the story, and the thing that changes.

answer: Davi's crying remains the same throughout the story. However, by the end, he is left smiling because he has learned to be stronger and played with the other six brothers.

critique: The answer omits the fact that Davi is a monster.

critique: The answer should mention that Davi's brothers are the thing that changes.

critique: It is inaccurate that Davi's crying remains the same throughout the story.

critique: The answer omits that Davi is lonely throughout the story.

critique: The answer omits that Davi's crying changes from being sad to being happy.

critique: The answer should mention that Davi's crying is a result of his loneliness.

critique: The text makes no mention of there being six brothers after Davi returns home.

critique: The answer omits that Davi is lonely and wants to make friends.


text:
Us four sat ensuring my stay.
In conversation, Rick was indirectly called a liar by Rob and Megan
because of me.
The price of being a father.
Any words spoken to him sounded like "Liar".
Any words spoken to me were in question.
As if I was being interrogated.
I had nothing to say unless asked.
The house was a mansion.
My cousin played the role of Keith Cozart.
I looked forward to good times as the house was left mostly
unattended.
As we spoke my mind wandered into flashbacks and daydreams.
Rob was showing me the room where I was going to stay.
There were many rooms and hallways.
Some rooms were connected by doors and weren't connected to hallways.
I opened a door to a bathroom and there was someone in the bathtub.
At first I laughed and looked away but Rob quicly put his arm around me and
led me away, and as he did I caught another quick glimpse of the bathtub and
noticed that it was a body. I was shocked and Rob started to remind me that I
didn't see anything that there was no one there. I instantly protested to
staying in the adjacent room which was where we were headed. I threatened to say
what I saw if forced to stay there. I was led away. The confusion and
unknowingness turned into fear and Plan. We returned downstairs and played it
off, acting as if that didn't happen. Later I spoke with Rob's sister about
what I had seen and she told me that it was not infact a body but pieces of
bodies that were created from insecurities. That she herself had created some
of the pieces that were in the bathtub. We walked and talked. I thought about
what I heard. Generations of insecurities brought about what was in the
bathtub. They all knew. Did Rick know? Did Megan know? I didn't know.
Who was it? Was it one of their own. We ended up back at the bathroom and I
looked in again and what I saw shocked me to the point that I couldn't clearly
make out what it was. Was it a body or was it pieces? It was entirely
underneath the water. I faked emotion and accepted the pieces of insecurities
and agreed to stay in the adjacent room. It was the only way to survive.
I spent most of the first week alone in the room.
I heard them speaking about me. About how I spent time alone.
I was genuinely afraid. The first chance I would take it.
It was a Saturday. I had stolen a few grams of Rob's cocaine and
over the course of 2 days had made it injectable with no one knowing.
The owner of the mansion, the famous Dr. Bob, had syringes in the
downstairs bathroom. Everyone left late in the night.
The only ones left were Rob and Megan. Who were passed out. I stabbed Rob with
the needle and injected it. As he woke and saw me he knew what my
intentions were but could not prevent them as the high almost instantly kicked
in and he fell into a euphoric state. Megan didn't even wake up.
The thought crossed my mind. Did she know about the bathtub? Had she noticed the
change in my behavior? I weighed the risk of foiling my Plan in my mind before
deciding to leave her behind as I escaped into the night. I stole a car from
the mansions garage and left leaving no trace of where I was going.
The insecurity of being insecure. Being insecure was my only security, the
only thing that led me to escape the fate that awaited me. Where all others had
failed and gave in to become part of the fate themselves I had broken free.

title: the fate that awaited

question: Summarize Megan's descent into madness.

answer: No answer

critique: Megan is not described as descending into madness.