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I’m pretty sure today is Sunday. The light of morning tried desperately to fill my room but was falling short… one of those days where God seemingly stubbed his toe on his desk and yelled, “Fuck it! You all get sleet today!” I laid in bed and tried to piece together what was going on. Somehow I had woken up about 10 years older. Try as I might, the last thing that I remember was being in my twenties raising hell and trying to get laid. I decide to roll out of bed.

Jesus Christ the terrazzo is freezing. I shuffle my way into the kitchen and look for something edible. No cereal. No eggs. No bread. In desperation, I check the freezer. One meager slice of pizza – probably as old as I was. It’ll do, I guess. I vaguely recall buying pizza at some point. Did I have a party or something? As the pizza warms up in the microwave, I start making coffee. 33 years old and I still can’t figure out this fucking thing. I think about hitting the coffee machine until it starts working.

My phone is blinking on the kitchen table. The little blue light is silently screaming at me at regular intervals. Reminds me of Jess. A fuzzy figure begins to take shape in my head. My phone just wanted to tell me that my credit card bill was due. Fuck you phone, you told me that last month.

Jess was a dark-eyed brunette but she always dyed her hair black so she wouldn't look like her mother. I met her at a gas station I think. Or maybe a bank. She was one of those girls that knew a little bit about a lot of things, but not a whole lot about one thing in particular. Maybe that’s why I loved her – she never gave a damn about any one thing too much.

I put on the same pair of jeans I’ve been wearing all weekend. There’s some unidentifiable stain on the left knee but otherwise they appear clean enough. I went to IHOP for breakfast yesterday with Andre. Maybe it’s a jam stain.

I pour back the rest of the lukewarm dirty brown water in my mug and stand at the threshold of my door deciding whether or not to get the paper. I sigh and pull the handle toward me with every ounce of enthusiasm I could muster which turned out to be not that much. Fuck it’s cold outside. Really should have grabbed my shoes. I hop down the driveway and grab the piece of shit and run back inside and swear a lot and close the door. The things I do for the Sunday funnies.

Marmaduke was Jess’s favorite. “It’s funny because he’s a very large dog and he gets into trouble!” she would say. I never got it. In today’s strip, he prevents a little girl from riding her sled down a hill. Oh Marm, you crazy fucking animal, you. On the front cover there’s an article about someone famous who was murdered or something. Lucky bastard.

The gears slowly click into motion and I start to feel like a human again. The weather was a lot nicer that day. It was a warm Tuesday in April the last time I saw her. It’s hard to believe it’s almost been a year. Jess never wanted kids which I guess worked out for the best, but Februaries seems a lot colder living here alone.

 I stare at her picture for a moment and have to resist the urge to cry or yell or do something un-macho. Instead I just burp. My phone vibrates on the table and the little blue light on it once again reminds me that it’s there and it desperately deserves my attention. Andre wants to know if I want to grab dinner at that awful Mexican restaurant over on the North side of town. “Their food always gives me the worst shits”, I text him. Jess absolutely hated the place for precisely that reason. “Of course I’ll go.”

title: A Cold Morning in February [688 Words]

question: What does the story say about the narrator's relationship with Jess?

answer: The narrator met Jess at a gas station or a bank. Jess was one of those girls that knew a little bit about a lot of things but not a whole lot about one thing in particular. She never gave a damn about any one thing too much. Jess was the narrator's girlfriend until she broke up with him.

critique: Most of this is inaccurate, with many details made up.

critique: The narrator and Jess broke up a year before the story.

critique: The narrator's relationship with Jess is not described.

critique: The narrator's relationship with Jess is not explicitly stated.

critique: The narrator's current feelings towards Jess are omitted.

text: Although it doesn't say why Jess is no longer in the picture, she's been gone for a year.

question: What does the story say about the narrator's lifestyle?

answer: The narrator is 33 years old and lives alone. He has a credit card bill due, and he's been wearing the same pair of jeans all weekend. He has no food in the fridge or in the pantry. He drinks lukewarm dirty water from a mug. He doesn't have a car, and he doesn't have a job. He doesn't seem to be in a relationship.

critique: "The narrator is 33 years old and lives alone" - this is unclear. Revise this section.

critique: The narrator is 33 years old, but he's not living alone. He's living with Jess, who left him.

text: Not clear whether the narrator has a job or not.

question: Summarize everything relating to the narrator's social life.

answer: The narrator has a friend named Andre. He texts Andre to say he'll go to dinner with him. He also mentions that Jess hated a Mexican restaurant that they used to go to.

critique: They are friends but it is not heavily implied that they go to places together. The narrator should go alone.

critique: Andre is not the narrator's only friend.

critique: Andre is not the narrator's only friend; he also mentions Marmaduke

critique: It is omitted that the narrator also mentions that Jess is his ex-girlfriend.

critique: The narrator's social life isn't limited to his friend, Andre.

text: It is unclear whether Andre is his only friend or not.

question: What does the story say about the reason for the breakup?

answer: No answer

critique: The input does not explicitly say why the couple broke up, but it does say that Jess never wanted kids.

critique: The response misses to mention that Jess never wanted kids which was one of the reasons he broke up with her.

critique: The story does not mention the reason for the breakup.

critique: The story does not provide any answer to the question.


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KEVIN BOLLAND (born November 6, 1959) was born in New Brighton, Pennsylvania. Kevin works at their family owned business, Bolland Machine located in Chippewa Township, PA. He races the #777 DIRTcar Big Block Modified at dirt track circles in the NorthEast.

Racing career

Kevin Bolland's racing experience dates back to his childhood. Like many drivers, his first influence of racing came from his father Don, who introduced him to racing at an early age. The New Brighton, PA, native spent much of his youth driving and winning soap box derbies, which won him a trip to Akron, Ohio, Derby Downs for the world finals in 1971.[1]

In 1979 at the age of 20, Kevin competed and toured the country with the pro motocross series. In the spring of 1979 Kevin suffered a serious motorcycle accident requiring 3 surgeries and 17 months in a cast. While recovering Kevin decided to get into some sort of stock car racing, so his father, Don, contacted friends from his drag racing days. They spoke to Darrell Dean and Ernie Toth for whom Don had built big block Chevy race engines; they introduced him to Jim Cole who built chassis's in Oxford, PA. Shortly after, they ended up putting a car together with Jim Cole. The relationship produced an innovative car design, Jim built the chassis, while Don's engine shop, D&D Rebuilding Service of New Brighton, PA, (now Bolland Machine) built the engine package. The cars first race was driven by Danny Johnson, a NY D.I.R.T. track star at Syracuse’s New York State Fairgrounds in October 1981. These events would enable Kevin to make the demanding adjustment from motocross to big block modified dirt racing.[2]

The Bolland family purchased the new “Cole” built chassis and Kevin started racing his own car in the 1982 season as a rookie big block dirt modified driver. This season proved to be a banner year, and as a rookie Kevin won 7 features between Mercer Raceway Park, Lernerville Speedway, and Sharon Speedway. He won the track championship at Mercer, won Lernerville’s Invitational Event, and also captured rookie of the year for cavalcade points for western PA.[3]

From that rookie year on, Kevin and the Bolland racing team continued to achieve a venerable reputation for racing and building cars—capturing the 1985 and 2000 Tri-City Speedway track championships.[4]

In 1991 the Bolland family business was growing and Kevin’s responsibilities outside of racing were demanding more and more of his time. Bob McIltrot approached Kevin early in the year to ask if he would consider driving for his team. The opportunity afforded Kevin the time to practice his craft and perfect his driving skills. He raced for McIItrot through the 1998 season.[5]

In 1999 the Bolland's created Bol-Tech Motorsports, Inc. and purchased a new 1999 Bicknell chassis and put a team together of their own. They assigned crew members to specific jobs and challenged them to excel. Kevin’s father Don was in charge of R&D and engine program. His brother Keith crew chief, and Todd Chamberlain car preparation and chassis stats. Brother Ken and Ron Kosmal in charge of tires. Stephanie Chamberlain was in charge of event statistics. Dave Chamberlain in charge of the car’s appearance. Kevin focused on driving, chassis, suspension, and set up.[6]

Kevin has always credited his accomplishments to teamwork, doing all necessary homework, and successfully utilizing a limited budget to get the most out of a little. They innovate, focus on the team, the car, finishing races, keeping quality parts and good prevention maintenance. They also have a “don’t follow -– lead” philosophy that won them the 2002 Lernerville Speedway Track Championship and got them into the winning circle ten times in 2002 (winning 26% of their races) and finishing within the top three 56% of the time.[7]

Career highlights

-   2010 Lernerville Speedway Track Champion
-   2010 Beaver County Sports Hall of Fame's First Motorsports Inductee
-   2009 DIRTcar Northeast Western Regional Points Champion
-   2009 Weekend of May 22–24: 3 Feature Wins in a Row, including two BRP tour races
-   2009 100th Career Win [04.24.09]
-   2008 Tri-City Speedway Track Champion
-   2008 Lincoln Electric/Goss Gas Iron Man Champion
-   2008 Tri-City Speedway Track Record Holder - 18.358 seconds
-   2007 Tri-City Speedway Track Champion
-   2007 Pittsburgh Circle Track Club Champion
-   2006 Lernerville Speedway Track Champion
-   2006 Tri-City Speedway Track Champion
-   2006 Pittsburgh Circle Track Club Champion
-   2006 Lincoln Electric/Goss Gas Iron Man Champion
-   2006 Winner Lernerville/Tri-City Speedway Big Block Modified Challenge Series
-   2004 Twin State Auto Racing Club Findlay Sportsmanship Award
-   2003 Lowe's Motor Speedway Track Record Holder - 15.642 seconds
-   2003 Winner Eckerd 100 Lowe's Motor Speedway, Charlotte, North Carolina
-   2002 Lernerville Speedway Track Champion
-   2000 Tri-City Speedway Track Champion
-   1985 Tri-City Speedway Track Champion
-   1982 Mercer Raceway Park Track Champion
-   1982 Western PA, Rookie of the Year with 7 Feature Wins
-   1979 Pro Motocross series
-   1971 Beaver Falls, PA, Soap Box Derby Champion

Media coverage

-   Bolling Them Over: PA’s Kevin Bolland. Pg. 50

[1] Driver profile at his Official Website; Retrieved April 27, 2008

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title: Kevin Bolland

question: What happened to change Kevin from a motorcross to a dirt track racer?

answer: A motorcycle accident in 1979 required him to be in a cast for 17 months, and during that time he decided to try out an alternative sport.

critique: The answer should mention that he started racing cars.

critique: The answer does not mention dirt track racing.

critique: He didn't decide to try out an alternative sport, he decided to try out stock car racing.

critique: The answer could be phrased as a complete sentence.

critique: Rather than 'during that time', it would be more accurate to say he tried a new type of sport.

critique: The answer should mention that he switched to stock car racing.

critique: The answer omits that Kevin's father was a racer and introduced him to the sport.


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 __   Vikas __   June 1, 2018 in Astrology

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ALTERNATE NOSTRIL PRANAYAMA

One of the simplest breathing practices, and one that is very effective, as we have discussed, is Alternate Nostril pranayama.

1.  Sit comfortably on the floor in a cross-legged posture, keeping the spine straight. If you are not comfortable in this position, sit upright on the front edge of a chair with your feet flat on the floor.
2.  Close the right nostril with your right thumb, and inhale through the left nostril. Inhale into the belly, not into the chest.
3.  After inhaling, hold your breath for just a moment.
4.  Exhale through your right nostril while closing the left with the ring and little finger of your right hand.
5.  Repeat steps I to 3, but this time start by inhaling through the right nostril (while you close the left nostril With Your ring and little finger).

 You can do this breathing exercise for five to ten minutes.

NOTE: This pranayama, as well as the others In this blog, is best learned under the guidance of an accomplished teacher.

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SHITALI PRANAYAMA(COOLING BREATH)

Curl your tongue into a tube. Inhale slowly through the curled tongue, swallow, and then exhale normally through the nose, the mouth closed. You will feel the incoming air cool your saliva, your tongue, and the oral mucous membranes.

This form of breathing is helpful for pacifying high pitta. It lowers the oral temperature, makes the saliva cool, helps to quench thirst, and improves digestion, absorption, and assimilation. Shitali is effective for high blood pressure, burning throat or tongue, and a burning sensation in the eyes. It cools the entire body.

If you can’t curl your tongue into a tube, an alternative way to perform shitali is with your teeth lightly  clenched together and your tongue pressed up against the teeth. The air is then inhaled through the teeth.

Some people feel pain when cool air is drawn through the teeth; keeping your tongue against your teeth will provide warmth and prevent this discomfort.

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BHASTRIKA PRANAYAMA (BREATH OF FIRE)

This breathing exercise increases the vital capacity of the lungs, relieves allergies and asthma, and helps make the lungs strong and healthy. It also heats the body.

Inhale passively (through the nose), but exhale actively and with a little force. Start slowly and increase the speed. Imagine a steam locomotive moving slowly and picking up speed. Do one round of 30 strokes or exhalations, then rest for one minute. You can do up to five such rounds of bhastrika in the morning and five in the evening.

[BHRAMARI PRANAYAMA (HUMMING BREATH)]

BHRAMARI PRANAYAMA (HUMMING BREATH)

On inhalation, constrict the epiglottis so as to create a humming sound. On exhalation, the sound is long and low. The inhalation, which is more high-pitched, is traditionally said to be like a female bee; the exhalation, which has a deeper sound, like a male bee.

If you find it difficult to make the humming sound on the inhalation, just inhale naturally, take a deep breath into the belly, and then do the humming on the exhalation. When doing bhramari, touch the tip of your tongue lightly to the edge of the soft palate near the back of the roof of your mouth. Be sure the teeth are not clenched.

Bhramari improves the melodiousness of the voice. The humming vibrates the nervous system and is a form of sound therapy for the brain. It is also good for the thyroid, thymus, and parathyroid glands. Do ten cycles.

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UJJAYI PRANAYAMA (BREATH OF VICTORY)

Sit in either Vajrasana or the Lotus posture, with your hands resting on your knees, palms up. Keep your head, neck, and chest in a straight line. Lower your head into a slight chin lock by moving your head in and down, toward your chest. Bring your awareness to the throat area.

Now comes the slightly tricky part. Without actually swallowing, start the action of swallowing, to raise the trachea upward. At the same time, while constricting your epiglottis, as in silently “saying” the letter e, slowly and deeply inhale into the belly. The inhaled air will create a soft, gentle whispering sound of rushing air as it brushes the throat, trachea, heart, and diaphragm.

 After inhaling, swallow and hold your breath at the belly for a moment, then slowly exhale the air by again constricting the epiglottis—as if humming, but without producing any humming sound.

Ujjayi pranayama brings great joy. It calms the mind, relaxes the intercostal muscles, and really brings a sense of victory. Ujjayi is good for all three doshas and helps to reestablish constitutional balance. It promotes longevity. Do twelve cycles (repetitions) at a time.

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SURYA BHEDI PRANAYAMA (RIGHT NOSTRIL BREATHING)

Put a cotton “plug” in your left nostril so that you will breathe through the right nostril, or block the left nostril by gently pressing with the ring and little finger of the right hand. Sit comfortably. Breathe in and out through the right nostril only. Repeat ten times.

question: Summarize all of the steps that reference internal organs.

answer: Alternate nostril pranayama and bhastrika pranayama have a step that mentions the lungs. Shitali pranayama cools the oral temperature, makes the saliva cool, helps quench thirst, and improve digestion, absorption, and assimilation. Bhramari pranayama focuses on the thyroid, thymus, and parathyroid glands. Ujjayi pranayama reestablishes constitutional balance and helps longevity.

critique: This response focuses more on the pulse than the internal organs and is only one part of the whole response.

critique: The answer omits the internal organs mentioned in the other pranayamas.

critique: The answer omits the internal organs mentioned in the Surya Bhedi Pranayama.

critique: The answer doesn't mention the internal organs involved in Surya Bhedi Pranayama.

critique: The answer omits the internal organs mentioned in Surya Bhedi Pranayama.

critique: The answer should mention the effect of Surya Bhedi Pranayama.

text: The answer could mention the brain, heart, and diaphragm.

category: coverage

question: Summarize everything relating to the origins of these techniques.

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to provide an answer to the instruction in the task.

critique: The article does not mention the origins of the techniques.

critique: The answer should mention that the article doesn't mention the origins of the techniques.

critique: No response is given for the origin of the practices.

critique: The article mentions that these techniques are best learned under the guidance of an accomplished teacher.


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If you play by the rules, it will only keep you out of trouble. I am in trouble. Tonight is my last night working for Multiple Services. I have not been fired yet, but when my supervisor reads the email I sent her in the morning, I will be fired for sure – I am sure of it.

I used to do security at the Pearl district but I was recently transferred to American Plaza Towers. My new manager has a different set of standards. My dark brown boots being one of them – security 'officers' are supposed to wear black boots. But that's not the problem.

Tonight I am on shift with Emily, the graveyard guard. I am working the D shift, which intersects with her shift. I am not with her right now. Her shift has a lot more responsibilities than mine. I am in the lounge room, lounging. I don't need to worry about doing any checks because she has the 'snitch stick' – it's a little stick we poke into little tags that prove that we are working.  I am at low risk of being caught in here, the lounge room is closed during this time of night. It doesn't matter what I do. I will be fired in the morning anyway.

Currently Emily is doing some tower checks. She is only required to do one tower check a night, but she does multiple for 'brownie points'. No one ever gets promoted. Well, unless someone gets fired or dies or quits. A lot of people recently got fired because... 'they are not with us anymore' says Gerry, the supervisor at APC. Emily was not at liberty to tell me why, but it has something to do with 'vices'.

I needed to take a shit. I was already in the lounge room so the bathroom was so close I basically just took my pants down. My ass wouldn’t cooperate with me —the last little bit hung in between my butt cheeks like a hand trying to catch a dollar bill falling to the ground. I hate this, being forced into vulgarity; I want to let go of the turd. My butt thinks the turd is valuable, I guess.

 The women's bathroom next to me started making noise. Emily must be relieving herself as well. I finished long after she did. I left the bathroom unclean because the toilet finally clogged.  Maintenance can handle it in the morning, fuck it. When I left, I saw Emily at the exit of the room, holding the door open waiting for me to leave. I walked out, uncomfortably — I didn't wipe enough. She locked the door behind us.

I entered the elevator. She joined me. I pressed the button to the basement with plans to hang out in a storage room and read. She pressed the button to the 26th floor and I got caught into doing a tower check with her. She invited me to smoke some cigarettes on the roof and talk. I don't smoke, but it sounded like a good offer.

“So how do you like it so far?” She asked.

“The elevator ride?”

“The job.”

“oh... uh, well...” I stalled, “APC lives up to it's reputation.”

“Ah, yes. You need not say more.”

There was a long silence that was only broken with a 'ding' each time we passed a floor.

“So,” I finally said, “What do the people in these condominiums do for a living?”

“Most of them are retired. That's why there are so many care givers here. But one of them I know sells stuff on Ebay. The guy never went to college and he quit his job to start up a business."

Some nerve, I thought.

"These people are all rich," she said, "somehow or another. Each time you hear that ding, the price of a room goes up."

There was a small stair case past the breezeway on the top floor that led to a freshly painted door that was bent out of shape. This door led to the roof.  She told me the correct key was the square key. I fumbled with my set for a while and found it. I attempted to open the door and she told me the key to opening the door is to shout the correct sequence of curse words. After a few moments, I understood what she meant. I was not saying the right words. She got her key out and did it in a snap.

“I've been here a while,” she said, “you get used to it.”

I wasn't used to smoking but  I really like the motions it conduces with my hand. I told her that's the only thing I like about smoking. She said that's what got her into it.

I stared out at the skyline of the city, at the skyscrapers that reach so high into society – to heights I admit I will never achieve. The view was almost worth it. I won't be able to pay for college after tonight.

“Gerry is probably going to fire me tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“She wants my DPSST card number, but I don't have it... I... lost it....”

“Well, you can just call in to get the number, right? It's in the system."

“I don't have my card.”

“Huh... I'll just go ahead and say I didn't hear you say that when she brings it up.” We took some drags. “I don't want to be here forever, you know," she said finally.

“You don't say.”

“Yeah, some people stay here for years. This job is perfect for people like you... who want to get through college. But after two or three years, it's like, what are you doing with your life?”

“What do you want to do with your life?”

“I used to go to college, but I stopped taking courses because I didn't feel like they were taking me anywhere. The guy down at Plaid Pantry has a masters degree in engineering. Right now I try to come up with something new every night and research if it's been done before. It usually has.  Basically, the way I look at it, entrepreneurism is the only way to make it in this world now. My dad has this business, it's pretty successful. Basically, he helps other people be successful.”

“Nice. Why don't you get him to help you?”

“We're not on good terms... he just wants me to successful... I'm just a security guard..." We took some drags. "The choice here is you can do a side project and hope it turns into something... or, what else are you going to do?”

“We should probably finish this tower check.”

“Right.”

We started down the tower, checking every floor. I shifted my underwear around, but it was no use. I walked uncomfortably the whole way down. Just gotta pull through.

Half way down the tower, there was a place to tag the snitch stick. Emily brought up some statistic that the vast majority of Americans all believe that some day they will all be rich, that's why they all don't support the dynasty tax. I said that was nice and waited for the chance to lounge in the lounge room again.

It was the end of my shift — the last few minutes of my having a job. As I left, I said, “see ya”. I didn't look back and would probably never see her again, but I heard Emily say “have fun”.

title: What Else Are You Going To Do?

question: Summarize the narrator's movements throughout the building.

answer: The narrator is lounging in the lounge room. He goes to the bathroom. He rides the elevator with Emily to the 26th floor. He goes to the roof with Emily. He goes down the tower with Emily.

critique: The narrator and Emily go to the roof to smoke cigarettes.

critique: The narrator does not go down the tower with Emily.

critique: "He goes to the bathroom." - this is incorrect. The narrator was already in the lounge room when he needed to take a shit.

critique: The narrator doesn't ride the elevator with Emily to the 26th floor, he goes there with her.

question: Summarize the topics the narrator and Emily discuss.

answer: The narrator and Emily discuss the narrator's job and the fact that he will be fired the next day. They also discuss the people who live in the condominiums and the fact that many of them are retired. Emily tells the narrator that the job is perfect for people who want to get through college. They also discuss the narrator's DPSST card and the fact that he lost it.

critique: The answer omits that Emily tells the narrator that her dad is successful, but they aren't on good terms.

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

critique: The narrator does not discuss Emily's DPSST card or his own school or college issues directly, though he does discuss shooting for a higher level and his money problems later in the following summary, so it would be better to include that.

critique: The response should include that the two also discuss the fact that Emily is an entrepreneur.

critique: Emily and the narrator do not discuss the narrator's DPSST card, he lost that.

question: What does the story say about the narrator's feelings about Emily?

answer: The narrator is on his last night working for Multiple Services. He is on shift with Emily, the graveyard guard. He is not with her right now. Her shift has a lot more responsibilities than his. He is in the lounge room, lounging. He doesn't need to worry about doing any checks because she has the 'snitch stick' - it's a little stick we poke into little tags that prove that we are working. He is at low risk of being caught in here, the lounge room is closed during this time of night. It doesn't matter what he does. He will be fired in the morning anyway.

critique: The response is missing the narrator's feelings about Emily.


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JOHN SHELTON CURTISS (July 15, 1899 – December 27, 1983), was an American historian of Russia and historical scholar of old Yankee stock. Curtiss was a longtime professor of history at Duke University.

Early life and education

John Shelton Curtiss was born in Buffalo, New York, the son of prominent attorney, Harlow Clarke Curtiss and his socialite wife, Ethel (Mann) Curtiss. His maternal grandfather was Dr. Matthew D. Mann.

In 1921 Curtiss received his bachelor's degree from Princeton University, where he had been an oarsman on its undefeated crew team.

In 1925 he decided to do graduate work in history at Columbia University. His first published work appears to have been his 1933 article _Sloops of the Hudson, 1800-1850_.[1] He taught at Brooklyn College from 1933-1936 as well as at Columbia from 1934-1936. After teaching himself Russian as a graduate student, he made his first of many trips to the Soviet Union in 1934. He completed his Ph.D. in Russian history at Columbia in 1939.

Career

After receiving his Ph.D. in 1939, Curtiss was hired by President Franklin D. Roosevelt to be an archivist at his library at Hyde Park. Among Curtiss' responsibilities there was to oversee FDRs ship model collection.

After World War II began, Curtiss was called to Washington, D.C. along with other Slavic experts to do classified work in the Research and Analysis Branch of the Office of Strategic Services (OSS). After finishing his wartime work in 1945, he joined the history department at Duke University where he remained for the rest of his career. From 1946-1948, he was also a fellow of the Russian Institute at Columbia. In 1954 he received a Guggenheim Fellowship in Russian history.[2] In 1966 he was designated James B. Duke Professor of history.[3][4]

His work on debunking the _Protocols_

During World War II, in 1941 and 1942, while Jews were being, or about to be, exterminated by the Nazis in Europe, Curtiss published his 118-page monograph denying the truth and authenticity of the so-called _Protocols of the Elders of Zion_. It is to be noted that this was accomplished years before Norman Cohn had published his work on the subject, _Warrant for Genocide_ (1967). This work was endorsed by thirteen American historians, as attested to in the work's _Foreword_. The book concluded that the _Protocols of Zion_ are, “beyond doubt,” a “rank and pernicious forgery.”

Marriage and later life

John Shelton Curtiss married Edna Sutter on September 21, 1925, in Buffalo, New York. She died May 22, 1981, in Durham, North Carolina. They had two children, Anne Curtiss Fong and John Sutter Curtiss (1928-2015).[5] After his wife's death, he moved to Honolulu, Hawaii to live with his daughter and her family. He died December 27, 1983 in Honolulu.

Works

In 1940 Curtiss received the Herbert Baxter Adams Prize from the American Historical Association for _Church and State in Russia, 1900–1917_. 1 Curtiss also wrote _The Peasant in nineteenth-century Russia_ with Wayne S. Vucinich.

-   _Sloops of the Hudson, 1800-1850_, in New York History, vol. 14, no. 1, January 1933 p. 61-73, quarterly journal of the New York State Historical Association
-   _An Appraisal of the “Protocols of Zion”_, :(New York: Columbia University Press, 1942)
-   _Russian church and the Soviet state_ 1917-1950'' (1953)
-   _Russian revolutions of 1917_ (1957)
-   _Essays in Russian and Soviet History, in Honor of Geroid Tanquary Robinson_:(New York: Columbia Univ Press, 1963): (0-231-02521-1)
-   _Church and state in Russia_ (1965)
-   _Essays in Russian and Soviet history_ (1965)
-   _Russian Army under Nicholas I, 1825-1855_ (1965)
-   _Russian church and the Soviet state_ 1917-1950'' (1965)
-   _Peasant in nineteenth-century Russia_, edited by Wayne S. Vucinich, Contributors: John S. Curtiss [and others] (1968)
-   _Russia's Crimean War_ (1979)
-   _Russian revolutions of 1917_ (1982)

[1] _Sloops of the Hudson, 1800-1850_

[2] John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation: All Fellows: C

[3] Historical News and Notices, The Journal of Southern History, Vol. 32, No. 4 (Nov., 1966), pp. 572-581

[4] Curtiss, John Shelton, _The Russian Revolutions of 1917_, New York, Van Nostrand Reinhold Co., 1957, frontispiece note about the author

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title: John Shelton Curtiss

question: What John Shelton Curtis work was ahead of its time?

answer: His work on debunking the Protocols of Zion, which was years before Norman Cohn published his work on the subject, "Warrant for Genocide".

critique: The answer should mention that the work was published during WWII.

critique: The answer should make it clear that the work was ahead of its time because of Curtiss' conclusions about the Protocols.

question: What is the "Protocols of Zion" about?

answer: The article does not answer this question.


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_GLEAN_ is the seventeenth studio album from New York City-based alternative rock band They Might Be Giants, released on April 21, 2015. It is composed entirely of releases from the first four months of the band's 2015 Dial-A-Song project.

Background

In late 2014, the band began advertising the relaunch of their Dial-A-Song service, which had its origins in the early 1980s when the band would record songs onto an answering machine and advertise the phone number. The service was eventually discontinued in 2006, but the band sought to restart it online. A modified version of the original phone number was reclaimed as well, and both outlets were updated every Tuesday with a new recording starting in December 2014.

Also announced in late 2014 was the return of Instant Fan Club, a year-long subscription service offered by the band upon each of their studio album releases since 2011. Among the products promised to members were free digital downloads of all Dial-A-Song releases, CD copies of the band's upcoming rock and children's albums, as well as LP copies of each for “Super President” tier members. This marked the announcement of the band's 17th (13th rock album) and 18th (fifth children album) albums. In mid-February, They Might Be Giants announced details on their upcoming rock album, including the title, some tracks, and the release date. “Erase”, which was released in January as the first Dial-A-Song track of 2015, was announced to be the lead single off _Glean_.

Release

_Glean_ was released on April 20, 2015 in Europe on Lojinx and April 21 in America on the band's own Idlewild Recordings. CD and vinyl editions were included, along with digital releases of the album, and the original releases of the songs via the Dial-A-Song service. Instant Fan Club members received CD copies of Glean upon its release. Super President tier members received copies with the booklet signed by both John Flansburgh and John Linnell.

Australian copies came with a bonus CD of the _Flood Live In Australia_ album, containing the entire _Flood_ album performed live in reverse running order.

Track listing

Personnel

They Might Be Giants

-   John Flansburgh – vocals, guitars, etc.
-   John Linnell – vocals, keyboards, woodwinds, etc.

Additional musicians

-   Marty Beller – drums, percussion
-   Danny Weinkauf – bass
-   Dan Miller – guitars
-   Dan Levine – trombone on 4, 14
-   Curt Ramm – trumpet on 3, 4, 14
-   Stan Harrison – saxophones on 4, 6, 14
-   Rob Moose – violins on 4, 6, 9

Production

-   Pat Dillett – co-producer, mixing
-   Jon Altschuler – engineer
-   UE Nastasi – mastering
-   Paul Sahre – design; space and fist illustrations
-   Jason Fulford – photography
-   Frank H. Netter – salivary glands illustration

Charts

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| Chart (2015)                      | Peak                              |
|                                   | position                          |
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| U.S. _Billboard_ 200[1]           | 67                                |
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title: Glean (album)

question: What does the text say about how to make a children's album?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the band's previous child albums were not mentioned.

critique: The text doesn't say anything about how to make a children's album.

question: What does the text say about Glean?

answer: Glean is the seventeenth studio album from They Might Be Giants. It is composed of songs from the first four months of the band's 2015 Dial-A-Song project. Glean was released on April 20, 2015 in Europe on Lojinx and April 21 in America on the band's own Idlewild Recordings. CD and vinyl editions were included, as well as digital releases of the album, and the original releases of the songs via the Dial-A-Song service.

critique: The answer should mention the Instant Fan Club.

question: What does the text say about the band, They Might Be Giants?

answer: They Might Be Giants is a New York City-based alternative rock band. The band has released 17 studio albums, including Glean, which is their seventeenth studio album. The album is composed entirely of releases from the first four months of the band's 2015 Dial-A-Song project.

critique: The answer should mention what the band's name is.

critique: The album is composed of songs from the first four months of the band's 2015 Dial-A-Song project.

critique: The answer omits that the band has been active since the 1980s.

critique: The composition of Glean was mentioned twice in the task and once in the answer. The answer can mention the number Glean was their seventeenth album instead of it was composed entirely of releases from the first four months of their 2015 Dial-A-Song project.

critique: The answer should mention the Instant Fan Club.

question: What does the text say about the Instant Fan Club?

answer: They Might Be Giants launched Instant Fan Club, a year-long subscription service, in 2011. It was offered with each of their studio album releases at that time. The Instant Fan Club service provided free digital downloads of all Dial-A-Song releases, CD copies of the band's upcoming rock and children's albums, as well as LP copies of each for members.

critique: The article details the Instant Fan Club in 2014, not in 2011.

critique: The answer omits the fact that the Instant Fan Club was relaunched in 2014.

critique: The details of the 2016 re-launch of the band's Dial-A-Song service are unnecessary to discuss the Instant Fan Club.

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

critique: It's omitted that the Instant Fan Club service was relaunched in 2014.

critique: The answer should mention that the Instant Fan Club was relaunched in 2014.

critique: The response should include that the Instant Fan Club service was relaunched in 2014.


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On the last day she lived here we went to the sea. It was a dark grey summer morning and it was beautiful, like dusty broken glass, and the waves broke over the shore that was stained dark by the clouds overhead. Humidity hung low and heavy in the air, as palpable as the sand between our toes, but her smile filled the grey air around us and made the late summer chill a little bit warmer. She shivered in a one-piece; I danced circles around her in a summer dress and changed into a bikini behind the tallest rocks on the beach.

What’s the worst that could have happened that day? She had already died once, her heart sputtered and skipped like a car battery after a jump and restarted and she woke up in a hospital bed with cold hands, broken ribs, a totaled car, and family, nerve-wracked and hands wringing, in the waiting room. She told me that she saw the stars for a few seconds, dark and cold and farther away than they should have been, and the first thing that came back was sound, and she heard everything, but there was nothing she could do.

It could have been hours or minutes. We swam far out past the rocks, farther than I’d ever gone, and then she swam back and I sunk like a stone. It was dark underwater, and the sky dropped out from above me and the sand dropped out from below and all there was left was dark green brown mud, and it was the end of me, I was certain, and I knew I would be entombed in the sea. There were snakes there, coiling around my ankles, slimy and soft, and I kicked them away and kept kicking but the undertow pulled me further and further under and there were more, and more, until she grabbed a fistful of my hair and hauled me out from the ocean and pulled me onto the seashore.

When I woke up with the grey air all around me she was gone, and the sand between my toes was cold and wet and it was high tide and the sun peeked through jagged holes in the clouds above. When I hauled myself to my feet I ran to the tallest rocks on the beach, clambered up them, and dug my toes into the algae to try and hold on, and I looked out across the parking lots and fields and train tracks strewn all around me helter-skelter like the toys we used to share for as long as I could remember, and she was gone, she was gone and I was alone with the sea on a dark grey summer afternoon, with the seaweed and the rip tide that almost dragged me under and kept me there, and I pretended the tears on my cheeks were saltwater left over from when the ocean washed over me.

I walked the three miles home along the side of a highway without shoes on, and I didn’t see one car. I passed her house on the way back to mine and all that was left on the sidewalk was ripped-out floral wallpaper and her mother’s sweet jar, broken, and the vans were gone and the car was gone and the lights were off and the gate was locked and the lock was changed and the key I’d had to that lock since before I could talk had already sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

I tried to write her letters but they all came back returned to sender, and she never did send me her new phone number. I tried to look her up in her new city’s phonebook that I had to mail order specially, but all I could find was a hair removal specialist and a hair replacement specialist, so I gave up.

There were so many things I wanted to ask her, like if she remembered the time we danced to Björk in our underwear, or if she remembered all the cookies we stole out of that broken sweet jar, or if she had kept even a little scrap of the wallpaper that had covered her room that we covered in stickers and doodles and hearts. I wanted to know if she still listened to my mixtapes, shouting along to Hooked on a Feeling in her shitty old econobox Camry. I needed to know, so I tried and tried to find her, and I tried and tried and tried, but she was gone. Every day, she was as gone as when I first woke up on that grey sand beach, salt water rising in my throat and pouring out my eyes. So I gave up.

Even after all that, I did see her just once after our day at the beach. It was years past, and we were out of college then. We were at a train station in the city, and I saw her across the platform, immaculately clothed with hair pulled neat into a bun by countless bobby pins, and she saw me, comfortable but ragged in a summer dress I’d been wearing for years and drooping socks with frayed edges, and we sat together, and the silence settled around us and hung heavy on our shoulders. I asked her if she remembered the day by the seashore, and she asked me if I remembered the day I kissed her for the first time, and her voice was as ragged as her sweater—which is to say, not at all—and I didn’t answer, and I couldn’t answer, and if I had waited for us to be okay I could have been waiting for a hundred lifetimes.

> so, that's it. i would appreciate some feedback. i'm arranging a portfolio for applying to colleges and i'm not ashamed to admit i'm pretty proud of this piece, but it definitely needs critiquing. my concerns pretty much reside in the second-to-last paragraph, which was added after everything else was written because i thought of the line "I wondered if she remembered that time we danced to Björk in our underwear" and wanted to be able to work it into the piece.

title: [RF] Nonperfusion -- feedback please?

question: Summarize how the narrator almost died and was saved.

answer: The narrator went swimming with their friend and got sucked under. They were scared and felt like they would be killed. She saw snakes everywhere that were coiling around her ankles and kept pulling her down. She was stuck and destined to drowned until her friend grabbed a fistful of her hair and saved her.

critique: The first sentence is confusing as it compares the narrator to their friend.

critique: "She was stuck and destined to drowned until her friend grabbed a fistful of her hair and saved her." - this is inaccurate. The narrator was already drowning when her friend saved her.

critique: "She was stuck and destined to drowned until her friend grabbed a fistful of her hair and saved her." - this is inaccurate. The narrator wasn't stuck and was saved by her friend.

critique: The narrator's friend is the one who almost died, not the narrator.

question: Summarize what happened when the narrator came to.

answer: The narrator saw that the woman was gone. The narrator dashed up the beach, scrambled up the rocks, and dug her toes into the algae to try to hold on. She saw the woman gone, kept tearing up and pretended the tears on her cheeks were saltwater left over from when the ocean washed over her. The narrator walked three miles home, scared and alone.

critique: The narrator's friend is not gone. She is dead.

critique: The narrator's friend's disappearance is irrelevant.

critique: "She saw the woman gone" - replace "woman" with "friend"

critique: The narrator's friend is not gone, she is dead.

critique: The narrator's friend was gone when she woke up, not the woman.

critique: Mentioning the seaweed is not necessary.

critique: The narrator's friend's absence is the reason she was scared and alone.

question: Describe the relationship between the narrator and their friend.

answer: The narrator appears to be a very close friend, as they wrote lots of notes and left gifts while they were before they moved away. Although, the narrator doesn't remember her now.

critique: The narrator's friend left her, not the other way around.

critique: The narrator's friend left her a gift, not the other way around.

critique: The narrator has written letters to her friend, so there are no notes

critique: The narrator and her friend were never close.

critique: "The narrator appears to be a very close friend, as they wrote lots of notes and left gifts while they were before they moved away. Although, the narrator doesn't remember her now." - the friend didn't move away, she just left. The narrator's memories are also gone, so the answer is wrong.

critique: The narrator's friend left gifts and notes before she moved away.

critique: The narrator and their friend were close, but they were not lovers.

text: The narrator and her friend were close. They used to sing and dance together to Bjork. The narrator's friend loved listening to the narrator's mixtapes. They even stole cookies together at some point.

refinement: The narrator appears to be a very close friend, as they wrote lots of notes and left gifts while they were before they moved away. Although, the narrator doesn't remember her now.

question: Summarize how the two became friends.

answer: No answer

critique: The response misses to provide a summary for the input.

critique: The story should describe how the author and their friend became friends.

critique: The response misses to provide a response to the instruction in the task.

critique: The response misses to provide a proper answer to the instruction in the task.


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Politics

DOJ misplaced correspondence from Dec. 14, 2016, to May 17, 2017 — the same day Rosenstein appointed special counsel

Federal officials “failed to preserve” text messages from two FBI executives who were virulently opposed to then-presidential candidate Donald Trump during a key five-month period of the 2016 presidential campaign. That’s according to Senate Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs Committee Chairman Ron Johnson.

Peter Strzok and Lisa Page were both involved in special counsel Robert Mueller’s investigation of allegations that Trump colluded with Russians to defeat former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton.

Strzok also participated in the FBI’s investigation into Clinton’s use of a private email server and address to conduct official U.S. diplomatic business while she was secretary of state under President Barack Obama.

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Johnson said in a letter to FBI Director Christopher Wray the committee obtained 384 new pages of Strzok-Page texts, according to The Washington Post.

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“The loss of records from this period is concerning,” Johnson wrote — wondering why the FBI “did not preserve text messages between Ms. Page and Mr. Strzok between approximately December 14, 2016, and May 17, 2017,” The Post reported.

That latter day — May 17, 2017 — was the day Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein appointed Mueller as head of the investigation into whether or not the Trump campaign colluded with the Russian government or elements linked to it.

Stephen Boyd, the assistant attorney general for legislative affairs at the Justice Department, wrote a letter to Johnson on Friday in which he notified the committee of the missing text messages.

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“The department wants to bring to your attention that the FBI’s technical system for retaining text messages sent and received on FBI mobile devices failed to preserve text messages for Mr. Strzok and Ms. Page,” Boyd wrote, according to The Daily Caller.

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“The result was that data that should have been automatically collected and retained for long-term storage and retrieval was not collected,” Boyd wrote, pointing to “misconfiguration issues related to rollouts, provisioning, and software upgrades that conflicted with the FBI’s collection capabilities.”

According to the text messages revealed earlier, Strzok called Trump “an idiot” in a message to Page. In a later text, he wrote, “I want to believe the path u threw out 4 consideration in [Andrew McCabe’s] office — that there’s no way [Trump] gets elected — but I’m afraid we can’t take that risk.”

Page told Strzok in a text message, “Maybe you’re meant to stay where you are because you’re meant to protect the country from that menace.” Strzok told Page there was significant “pressure” to conclude the Clinton investigation after Trump won the 2016 GOP presidential nomination.

The text messages between the two former Mueller staffers incensed many Republicans — who cited them as evidence that the Justice Department’s investigations into both Trump and Clinton were tainted.

Although the new batch of text messages hasn’t yet been revealed publicly, the Associated Press noted Strzok and Page expressed “displeasure about the timing of [former Attorney General Loretta] Lynch’s announcement that she would defer to the FBI’s judgment on the Clinton investigation.”

“Strzok said in a July 1 text message that the timing of Lynch’s announcement ‘looks like hell,'” AP reported. “And Page appears to mockingly refer to Lynch’s decision to accept the FBI’s conclusion in the case as a ‘real profile in courag(e) since she knows no charges will be brought.'”

_PoliZette writer Kathryn Blackhurst can be reached at [email protected]. Follow her on Twitter._

question: What does the article say about the text messages?

answer: The text messages reveal Strzok believed the Clinton investigation announcement was the end for Trump and feared for the country.

critique: The text messages reveal Strzok believed the Clinton investigation announcement was the end for Trump and feared for the country.

critique: The answer should mention the missing text messages.

critique: It is omitted that the text messages reveal Strzok called Trump "an idiot" and said he was afraid that Trump wouldn't get elected.

critique: Doesn't mention the reason the text messages were not properly recorded in the database.

critique: The answer should include the other details about the text messages.

critique: The text messages reveal that Strzok called Trump an idiot.

critique: The answer omits the text messages between Strzok and Page, who were both involved in the FBI's investigation into Trump and Trump's collusion with Russia.

critique: Senate Homeland Security Chair Ron Johnson believes the text messages reveal that the FBI officials were virulently opposed to Trump.

critique: Does not mention the loss of the text messages.

critique: The text messages reveal Strzok believed the Clinton investigation announcement was the end for Trump and feared for the country. The text messages also reveal that Page mocked Lynch's decision to accept the FBI's conclusion in the case as a "real profile in courage" since she knows no charges will be brought.

critique: The answer is missing the part about the text messages being lost.

critique: The model's answer isn't related to the question being asked.

critique: The text messages reveal more than this.

critique: Doesn't mention the missing text messages.


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    During life people are called many things, some good, some bad. Within a short eight years I’ve been called; a student, worker, son, good listener, hero, savior, and many more. Since I was ten I’ve been talking people out of suicide online. During my eight years of helping people, I’ve helped many people, created an online organization, and learned many new things. This has forever and will constantly change my life.

    Many people ask me, how did this happen? How does a ten year old get mixed up with people’s lives? It was three days after my tenth birthday, the smell of my moms homemade cake was still tangible in the air. I logged onto the computer and found a chat room. I came across a man inside the room. He was talking about ending his life because his wife was cheating on him and getting his kids. My heart was in my ears beating hard, my palms were clammy and wet like a river. I talked with him till late in the night past any ten year olds bed time. This man was set and ready to die, a mere child stopped him. Me.

    A few months after helping the man, I met a girl my age who was rather interested in the “work” I did. She wanted to be part of the action. Lillie and I decided to work together helping people we would find in chat rooms. This continued for about a year. Lillie started to struggle with herself, the constant pressure of someone’s life in your hands at that young of an age takes a heavy toll upon the beholder. Lillie messaged me one night, “Dominic I have a problem” I asked her what it was and she stated, she wanted to die. She couldn’t take helping people anymore. I remember crying, panicking, wanting her to see it my way and not do what she was planning. It all ended so fast only three words remained “Lillie Signed Off.”

    Three years have passed since Lillie’s death, I created an online organization, filled with teens helping people out of dark thoughts. I created this organization in memory of Lillie. DarkShadows. DarkShadows, was constructed of teens from around the world, looking for people with suicidal thoughts that wanted to help prevent suicide. One hundred and ninety-seven teens joined DarkShadows. Each night we would have meetings and we would talk with one another to see if everyone was ok. I learned that this “job” is to hard for one child to take on alone day in and day out, there needs to be an escape route. DarkShadows showed some amazing results, the teens in DarkShadows were able to talk to five hundred plus people out of suicide. With every construction there is a destruction.

    I had a hard time destroying DarkShadows for I was proud of it. I closed down DarkShadows because the stress was enormous, two people were talking people into suicide, three people committed suicide from the pressure, and people started to not care. DarkShadows lasted three years and I was shocked that I could uphold it for so long, but I knew it had to go. I will never forget what I’ve learned from these past experiences.

    I’ve learned, many things over the past few years. I’ve learned that even though the world seems to burn like a raging fireball, there are many people out there still that care for others. I’ve learned that it doesn’t take a hero to save someone, you don’t need a utility belt, powers, cape, gadgets, or a “cool” name to save someone. All you need is a heart, and the will power, and the determination. Everyone is a hero in a way, you’re a hero to your kid, give someone some change for the bus, do something that is not expected from you. You are a hero.

    My life has changed drastically due to this “job”. I have become a better listener, I became mature, I met new people. I think back from when I was ten, I would have never imagined that helping that one guy would take me this far. I feel that due to this, I have a good understanding of people. I can “read” them easier. At times I have thought is it worth it? Is it worth spending hours upon hours helping someone that I don’t even know? When you help someone the end result of them being alive thanks to you is by far the best feeling you can think of. My life will never be the same due to this and for that I am grateful.

    During my short life span I’ve been a lot of things and experienced even more things. Do these names and experiences define me? Or simply give a better understanding of me? By helping one man live through the loss of his wife and kids. I met a great friend that I hold dear in my heart. I became a leader, making tough decisions for a lot of people. I learned, people still care for one another in this world. This has ultimately affected, and effected my life forever and I will never forget it. To be a Hero, you don’t need a cape or a utility belt, just a heart.

title: To Be A Hero You Need A Heart (True Story)

question: What would have happened if Lillie did not kill herself?

answer: Dominic owns and runs DarkShadows, a global organization that tries to help people in need as well as prevent suicide. If Lillie did not kill herself and was still part of his life, Dominic would have never created DarkShadows.

critique: The answer is a bit speculative. It is possible that Dominic would have started the group even if Lillie did not kill herself.

critique: "Dominic owns and runs DarkShadows, a global organization that tries to help people in need as well as prevent suicide. If Lillie did not kill herself and was still part of his life, Dominic would have never created DarkShadows." - this is incorrect. Dominic created DarkShadows because he was inspired by Lillie's death.

critique: Dominic created DarkShadows in memory of Lillie.


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image copyrightMet Police

image captionThieves used heavy cutting equipment to break into the Hatton Garden Safe Deposit Ltd vault

DETECTIVES HUNTING THE GANG BEHIND THE HATTON GARDEN SAFE DEPOSIT RAID HAVE ARRESTED NINE SUSPECTS.

The contents of 56 safe deposit boxes were taken during the raid in London's jewellery district over Easter weekend.

Twelve addresses in the London and Kent area were raided by about 200 police officers on Tuesday morning.

Nine men were arrested and a number of high-value items were recovered, police said. Searches of the houses are ongoing.

image copyrightMet Police

image captionThe Met is appealing for information about a Transit van with the registration DU53 VNG

Scotland Yard first arrested seven men, aged between 48 and 76. They later arrested a 58-year-old man and a 43-year-old, bringing the total number of men arrested to nine.

Police have also appealed for information on a white Transit van seen in the area at the time of the raid.

The van, with a registration of DU53 VNG, was caught twice on CCTV during the Easter heist.

During a press conference, the Met said it felt officers had been portrayed as the Keystone Kops, while a relative of a victim said finding some of the haul could actually make things worse for those affected, as it could delay insurance pay-outs.

'Stay patient'

Thieves used heavy cutting equipment to break into a vault at Hatton Garden Safe Deposit Ltd, where they ransacked about 70 boxes.

The men were arrested in Enfield, east London and Dartford.

Police said bags containing a significant amount of high-value property were recovered at one of the addresses and they were confident some were items stolen during the burglary.

Head of the Met's Flying Squad, Det Supt Craig Turner, urged victims of the crime to "stay patient", adding police officers would be in contact with them in order "to restore this property back to its rightful owners".

image copyrightMet Police

image captionThe vault was strewn with discarded safe boxes after the raid

He said the investigation had been "complex and exceptional".

In response to questions about why police did not respond to an alarm that went off at the premises during the time of the heist, Det Supt Turner, said: "We are now in a position to confirm that on this occasion our call handling system and procedures for working with the alarm monitoring companies were not followed.

"Our normal procedures would have resulted in police attending the scene and we apologise that this did not happen."

There has been no official detail of what was stolen but it is believed jewellery worth up to £200m was taken during the raid.

Cdr Peter Spindler said: "At times we have been portrayed as if we've acted like Keystone Kops.

"But I want to reassure you that in the finest traditions of Scotland Yard, these detectives have done their utmost to bring justice for the victims of this callous crime."

1.  Thieves break into lift shaft, disable the lift, and abseil or climb down to basement
2.  They use tools, including an angle grinder and crowbars, to force through shutter doors
3.  Using a powerful drill, they then cut through the 50cm (20in) reinforced concrete wall to vault
4.  After seizing jewellery and other valuables from 72 safe deposit boxes, they escape in a waiting van

A relative of one of the victims said those affected were "probably worse off after this morning's raids".

"With the stolen goods vanished, there was pressure on insurance companies to settle quickly to enable holders to trade again," the relative, who did not want to be identified, said.

"But now, with a whole mess of stuff to sort out, it may drag on for months.

"If batches of the stones were mixed up, it may be impossible to reunite them with their owners."

The biggest heist in the UK was carried out at a Securitas cash depot in Tonbridge, Kent, in 2006 when robbers stole almost £53m in cash.

In 2000, police stopped an attempted £350m diamond raid from a display at London's Millennium Dome in what would have been the world's biggest-ever robbery.

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question: Why did the police department fail to adhere to the call handling system and procedures for the alarm monitoring companies?

answer: It is not stated.

critique: The answer is not stated, but it is implied that the police department did not adhere to the call handling system and procedures for the alarm monitoring companies because they did not respond to the alarm.

critique: Though the reason isn't stated, the answer should acknowledge that the police department had some sort of failure.

critique: It is implied that the police department did not adhere to the call handling system and procedures for the alarm monitoring companies because their normal procedures would have resulted in police attending the scene and they apologize that this did not happen.

critique: The response failed to include details on the source text.

question: What are the pressing issues worrying the owners of the burgled jewelry stores after the robbery?

answer: The owners are worried that the police will not be able to recover the stolen items. They are also worried that the insurance companies will not be able to pay out on the claims.

critique: The first sentence is redundant and should be removed.

critique: The second issue is not a pressing issue.

critique: The answer should mention that the insurance companies may drag out the process.

critique: The answer should mention the delay in insurance payouts.

critique: 'They are also worried that the insurance companies will not be able to pay out on the claims.' is unnecessary detail.

critique: The answer should mention the worry about payment of insurance claims.

text: The answer should also add to the first sentence that if batches of the stones were mixed up, it might be impossible to reunite them with their owners.


text:
The crackle of the Geiger counter was the only thing stimulating the senses. There was nothing to feel through the body suit, nothing to smell or taste but the thick material it was made out of. The visor gave everything a hazy yellow tinge, not that there was much to see here anyway. Miles upon miles of wasteland with the occasional hill or tree in the distance, a sentinel watching over what's left of the land.

The earth squelched with each step, as if it were autumn and the leaves had piled up half a foot tall, that was when you were lucky, Occasionally you would step on something hard and not know what it was or worse, had it snap then you knew exactly what it was. A gunshot rang out, there was no way to tell where it came from or how far away, sound seemed to travel forever across the barren wastes. "No threat." The voice was startling, as it always was, and was the only real thing that snapped you back to reality. How much longer was it now?

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Moths seemed more abundant than ever. Maybe I'm a fucking moth. He looked up, their mission had led them on a path that seemed to follow the moon, looking around he could see his fellow soldiers all moving stiffly in their suits, holding back a chuckle he realised he had started talking to himself a lot recently. "Radio is for emergencies only, you don't know how much power you'll need." So there the group of moths followed the moonlight in silence.

The increasing number of gunshots should have been alarming, but no one seemed to take heed of them. Too engrossed in their monotonous march to even notice or if they did were keeping an unnerving composure about it. A mixture of "No threat." "Threat Down." "Threat Escaped." was all that seemed to break the silence up until the sound of rapid gunfire followed a buzz alarm. The sound provided stereo feedback, all turned and aimed their weapons at the sound. No one saw anything. "No threat?" The tone was different, it was questioning, uncertain. No response.

The group stopped and held their weapons as a single man approached the location of the sound. "Leakage, his suit let the air in..." No one seemed to speak up, it was the same voice that came over the radio. "...he's dead from inhaling too much, let's move on."

Why would he suddenly fire so many rounds if he was just breathing too much of the air? No one else was questioning it, so why should he? They resumed their march, though the moon was long gone now it left an eerie glow over the horizon. There was a sound. The sound of metal or chain ringing followed by the group lifting their weapons, a shot went off incredibly close, as if just over his shoulder. "M-miss-fire." He was so irritable he was about to say something over the radio before realising what had caused the sound in the first place. It was a barely standing wire fence. The barbed wire on top had pieces of fabric blowing, it looked like a babies blanket now that they were next to it. "East side fence located. Proceeding in the morning."

Finally having a chance to sleep would have been a relief had it not been stuck in the same suit for the last week. He ran things through in his head, wondering how he ended up in this shit hole. The memories were like a streaming newscast in his brain. "North Korea have tested a new kind of nuclear warhead, it's elements are unknown and no nation admits to supplying nuclear material......North Korea present to the world a new radioactive element, more destructive and can be used as a bio-weapon due to it's slow acting exposure......Missile tests prompt the US, South Korea and Japan in the area to issue warnings, the UN unanimously condemns Pyongyang and even China imposes severe sanctions....All ambassadors and envoys are called to leave North Korea, tourists are no longer allowed to visit as the information black hole of North Korea grows....Two months from the initial missile test there has still been no response from the North Korean government. No new tests have been detected or announced as the world considers lifting the severe sanctions....Guards disappear from the DMZ and Chinese Border, DPRK troops are questioned at Vladivostok before promptly leaving."

How the fuck didn't we know? Eventually he could feel his eyes growing heavier and eventually sleep would come, though it just continued where his thoughts had left off.

"Satellite imagery shows less activity on roads and streets than usual....Rolling power cuts grow more frequent and in many areas power isn't returning....Silence from DPRK prompts the UN to encourage Chinese investigation. China and Russia veto.....Leaked documents of US Trained South Korean special agents lose contact with the west....Fierce debate goes on between those who want to investigate and those who see it as an ambush..... Conspiracy theorists claim its proof of North Korea using their vast underground cities. There's no way millions of people can disappear like that otherwise."

When he woke it was hard to tell if it was actually daylight. The clouds hung heavy and dark in the sky. Even better.

title: [MS][SF] First ever short story, tips and suggestions welcome!

question: Summarize the setting described in the story.

answer: The story takes place in a somewhat near future, as it refers to modern style Geiger counters. Or more specifically, the story's protagonist is a soldier at war with North Korea. The soldiers must wear thick, almost completely opaque body suits to protect themselves from the land and its trash. The soldiers are supposedly the first to see any signs of human habitation in a year, with no memory of the war having happened at all.

critique: The response is not relevant to the question.

critique:
-simply saying that the story has a setting is too vague. Include more detail.
-the land is not described, just it's characteristics
-the specific war they are in is not described here

critique: The answer is too long and doesn't answer the question.

critique: The answer is not clear about the setting.

critique: The response is vague and does not mention the setting of the story.

critique: "The story takes place in a somewhat near future, as it refers to modern style Geiger counters." - this isn't a requirement of the question and should be removed.

critique: The story takes place in a post-apocalyptic setting.

critique: The answer should mention the nuclear war.

critique: The setting is actually a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

text: "The soldiers must wear thick, almost completely opaque body suits to protect themselves from the land and its trash. The soldiers are supposedly the first to see any signs of human habitation in a year, with no memory of the war having happened at all." is irrelevant to the question being asked.

refinement: The story takes place in a somewhat near future, as it refers to modern style Geiger counters. Or more specifically, the story's protagonist is a soldier at war with North Korea. The soldiers must wear thick, almost completely opaque body suits to protect themselves from the land and its trash. The soldiers are supposedly the first to see any signs of human habitation in a year, with no memory of the war having happened at all.

question: What would be the main character's next steps after he woke?

answer: He would not go into details of what possibly happened to him at that ungodly time but would never take it back now. He would almost certainly have inquired about the North Korean government to try and decode why nothing had been done when there was an imminent danger. At that time, he felt that he had not squandered his time during military. Maybe the bomb fell and all started from there.

critique: Everything after the first sentence is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The story doesn't say anything about the bomb falling.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: There's no evidence to suggest he would inspect the area around him and report back to authorities

critique: Incorrect use of definite article where plural is required

critique: It's not clear that the character is or was in the military.

critique: It is not important to know what happened to the main character.

critique: The details of the main character's next steps are not described.

critique: The response is not related to the question.


text:
Escaping the Dream
The boy is trapped by nightmares and darkness. He can't escape.

At sunset, he climbs into his bed and dreams of lies, pain and death...

The putrid stench of dying, rotting flesh. Why? Why is life so pitiful? The ground is littered with death. The skies weep, tossing down puddles of endless misery. The red lake grows larger.

I toss and turn, but I stay still, possessed by a living nightmare. Beads of sweat accumulate on my forehead. I'm drowning. The water... It never stops. Make it stop. Stop!

Quiet. In the distance. Are those people? ...Demons. Run.

I'm one of them. How could this be? How could this happen?

The screams, the blood, the terror, pulsing through the veins of a thousand sleeping warriors all armored and ready for war. They watch, frozen like statues as clouds of dark mist cascade on their helpless bodies.

A lake of blood.

Did it end? Is it over? The covers. They strangle me. I'm choking. Get it off! Stop it! Get away!

The dark mist. It won't leave.

I fly over the blood stained hills, the water reflecting the gruesome battle. I'm flying? What am I? What have I become?

Listen. The sounds of wounded men.
Somebody help them!
But there's no time to waste.

The door opens. A cloaked figure silently glides to the bedside of a troubled boy and whispers in the dead of night.

No audible words.

The ritual begins.

No... The end is near. The ritual...  is already over.

What happened?

The boy awakens. He sees a man in a robe on his bedside. The man is talking.

The boy asks the man, "What happened? I'm scared."

"Well, son, Satan tried to scare my little warrior tonight, but he won't win."

"How do you know that?"
The boy had no comprehension of Satan, but he was troubled by the name regardless.

"Because I happen to be your father. I'm here to protect you, son."

The boy, comforted by the robed man, slowly glided back underneath the covers as the robed man tucked him in.

The boy, once asleep, dreamt about a wonderful place. Beautiful, winged creatures soared effortlessly through silky skies, emitting light on their journeys. Magnificent buildings flooded the golden streets, and joyous praises could be heard throughout.

The boy, guided by instinct, found and opened the door to his house.

The robed man, waiting for him through the door, took the boy's hand and guided him through marble stairways, high arches, and intricately detailed furnished rooms.

The boy, curious by the unworldly beauty of the place, outstretched his hands and delicately glided his small fingers across the walls in awe of the mysterious texture.

When the boy had satisfied his curiosity, the robed man took the boy's hand once again and led him outside.

They walked through the streets, observing the peculiar yet beautiful creatures that endlessly fluttered around the robed man.

As they approached closer to one of the creatures, the boy could hear an angelic voice resonating loudly from its mouth.

The creature spoke of a wonderful king who conquered death and defeated sin, but the boy had never heard those words before. He had no ability to comprehend the story that was being told, but he enjoyed listening to the voice nonetheless.

His eyes teared up, and his vision blurred. He wasn't scared, however. His mind rattled with love, hope, peace, and joy, emotions he had never experienced before.

The emotions, beautiful creatures, the golden streets and the perfect climate. Paradise. How could one long for anything else?

The boy peacefully awoke at sunrise. He hopped enthusiastically to the window and opened the blinds. His eyes caught the first glimpse of the sunrise in the distance, and he felt happy.

His hands touched the cold window, and he made a shape of a cross with his finger out of the condensation on the glass. It was a symbol he had never seen before, yet he felt so attached to it.

He felt like he was dreaming...

But he had escaped.

title:
Escaping the Dream
- A short story/free-verse poem I created. Constructive criticism is appreciated! Just please don't go overboard on swearing.

question: How do the narrator's surrounding change throughout the story?

answer: Several scenes depict terrifying and troubled sceneries. A lake of blood, a battling field, demons surrounding and whispering implying a ritual is happening, a cloaked figure on his bedside. And the narrator is fearful, frantic, and wondering if the ritual is already over. He sees his father at the end, who reveals that he is there to protect and that nothing frightening will happen to the boy. The boy is calmer over the story, and embraces the father's presence with welcome.

critique: The narrator's surrounding does not change.

critique: The last few sentences of the answer are not relevant to the question.

critique: The answer should mention the boy's dream.

critique: The narrator doesn't embrace the father's presence with welcome.

critique: The story does not depict a lake of blood.

critique: Re-word the second and fourth sentences to be better to the point.

critique: The narrator probably gets calmer over the course of the story, but there's no evidence that this was his state of mind.

critique: The answer omits the wonderful place the boy dreams of. It should mention this as well.

critique: The answer should mention the beautiful landscape the boy sees in his dreams.

critique: The last part of the answer is inaccurate.

critique: Instead of mentioning "the narrator" the answer could mention "the boy".

critique: The answer should mention that the boy's surroundings change after he escapes the dream.

critique: The summary misses to mention a beautiful visuals are seen in dream, where an angelic creature talks about a wonderful king who conquered death and defeated sin.

question: What is the boys relationship with the robed figure?

answer: The boy believes the man to be his father.

critique: Could be clearer that the relationship is that the robed figure is comforting him

critique: The man is not actually the boy's father.

critique: There's is also the suggestion that the man is some kind of deity or angel

critique: The answer should be more specific as to why the boy believes the man to be his father.

critique: The man calls himself the boy's father, but the boy has no recollection of him.

critique: The response is missing the key point that the figure is the devil attempting to claim the boy.

critique: The man introduces himself as the boy's father.

critique: It is omitted that the boy trusts the figure.

critique: The answer should mention that the boy is not sure if the man is his father.

critique: The boy also feels that the man is his protector.

critique: The answer should be more specific about the boy's relationship with the robed figure.

critique: The man is not confirmed to be the boy's father.

question: Why was there a cross on the window when the boy woke up?

answer: No answer

critique: The boy made a cross with his finger on the window.

critique: The question is asking what I thought was a rhetorical question.

critique: The boy had made the cross from the condensation

critique: While the answer is correct, I don't see any inner contradiction here as to warrant a No answer.

critique: The answer should be that the boy made a cross out of the window condensation.

critique: While there is no answer in the text, it is implied that the shape was made as a symbol of his escape from the nightmare/reality (the boy had escaped from the darkness, pain, death and from sleep to a good place).

critique: The passage does not answer that question. However, we can create one. When the boy awoke he had touched a cold window and made a cross with his finger out of the condensation on the glass.  At the end of the story the boy felt like he was dreaming within his dream.

critique: The boy made a cross with his finger of the condensation on the window, so it is likely that he is the one who put it there.

question: Why was the boy having such intense dreams?

answer: No answer

critique: The boy is having the dreams because he is possessed by a living nightmare.

critique: The boy was having these dreams because he was possessed by Satan.

critique: The text tells us the boy was having a nightmare.

critique: We know he is dreaming about "terrors and being cut down by demons and then by his father."

critique: There is no response to this question. The boy was dreaming of a battle and of demons. There's also mention of waking up and having been treated by a robed man. All of this points to the boy being sick. The robed man would have had to be his doctor and the dream would have been induced by medication.

critique: This is incorrect as a source of this information is provided in the text.

critique: There is an answer, in which the boy is having nightmares about demons and dying men.

critique:
Replace with a proper summary that includes 'bad influences'

The boy had been having bad influences from the other side, but it is not certain who.

critique: The boy was having intense dreams because he was being haunted by Satan.


text:
SYLVIA BATAILLE (born SYLVIA MAKLÈS; 1 November 1908 – 23 December 1993) was a French actress of Romanian-Jewish descent.[1] When she was twenty, she married the writer Georges Bataille with whom she had a daughter, the psychoanalyst Laurence Bataille (1930–1986).[2] Georges Bataille and Sylvia separated in 1934 but did not divorce until 1946. Starting in 1938, she was a companion of the psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan with whom, in 1941, she had a daughter, Judith, today Judith Miller. Sylvia Bataille married Jacques Lacan in 1953.

A pupil of Charles Dullin, Bataille's theatrical debut was with the agit-prop troupe Groupe Octobre, directed by Jacques Prévert. Her film debut came in 1933, and in 1936 she played her most memorable role in _Partie de campagne_ (_A Day in the Country_) directed by Jean Renoir. Her final appearance was in 1950.

Filmography

-   1930: _The Tale of the Fox_ animated, feature film by Ladislas Starevitch, voice of Rabbit
-   1930: _La Joie d'une heure_, short film by André Cerf
-   1933: _The Faceless Voice_ by Léo Mittler
-   1934: _Por un perro chico, una mujer_ (_Un chien qui raccroche_), short film by Santiago de la Concha - Santiago Ontañón
-   1934: _Adémaï aviateur_ by Jean Tarride
-   1935: _Son excellence Antonin_ by Charles-Félix Tavano
-   1936: _Topaze_ by Marcel Pagnol
-   1936: _Rose_ by Raymond Rouleau
-   1936: _Partie de campagne_ by Jean Renoir
-   1936: _Œil de lynx, détective_ by Pierre-Jean Ducis
-   1936: _The Crime of Monsieur Lange_ by Jean Renoir
-   1936: _Jenny_ by Marcel Carné
-   1937: _Vous n'avez rien à déclarer?_ by Léo Joannon
-   1937: _Le Gagnant_ (short film) by Yves Allégret
-   1937: _The Courier of Lyon_ by Maurice Lehmann and Claude Autant-Lara
-   1937: _Forfaiture_ (released as _The Cheat_ in English) by Marcel L'Herbier
-   1937: _White Cargo_ by Robert Siodmak
-   1938: _Frères corses_ by Géo Kelber
-   1938: _People Who Travel_ (_Les Gens du voyage_ in French) by Jacques Feyder
-   1939: _Le Château des quatre obèses_ by Yvan Noé
-   1939: _Serge Panine_ by Charles Méré
-   1939: _L'Étrange nuit de Noël_ by Yvan Noé
-   1939: __ by Pierre Colombier
-   1940: _Hangman's Noose_ by Léon Mathot
-   1940: _Camp Thirteen_ by Jacques Constant
-   1941: _L'Enfer des anges_ by Christian-Jaque
-   1945: _Ils étaient cinq permissionnaires_ by Pierre Caron
-   1946: _Gates of the Night_ by Marcel Carné
-   1948: _Ulysse ou Les Mauvaises Rencontres_, short film (also known as _Aller et retour_) by Alexandre Astruc
-   1948: _L'Amore_, anthology film by Roberto Rossellini
-   1950: _Julie de Carneilhan_ by Jacques Manuel

Notes

Bibliography

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[1] Michel Surya (2002) _Georges Bataille: an intellectual biography_, page 147

[2]

title: Sylvia Bataille

question: Summarize the Sylvia Bataille's career as an actress.

answer: Sylvia Bataille's theatrical debut was with the agit-prop troupe Groupe Octobre. Her film debut came in 1933. Her most memorable role was in 1936's Partie de campagne. Her final appearance was in 1950.

critique: The answer is missing the name of one of Bataille's films.

question: Summarize Sylvia Bataille's personal life.

answer: She was born Sylvia Makles and married the writer Georges Bataille in 1928. They had a daughter, Laurence Bataille, in 1930. They separated in 1934, but did not divorce until 1946. She was a companion of the psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan, and they had a daughter, Judith, in 1941, who later became Judith Miller. She married Jacques Lacan in 1953.

critique: It is omitted that she married Georges in 1928, not in 1928.

critique: Bataille's marriage to Lacan is irrelevant to the question.

text:
The answer omitted Sylvia's age when she married Georges.
The answer also omitted the year she and Jacques courted.
These omissions should be mentioned.


text:
As the title says this is an unfinished work. I use to do a a lot of writing a few years back, found this in an old google docs account from back then. this was dated 12/18/08.

"	Pausing for a moment in front of the semi-mirrored glass that he always thought seemed ill fit for the large stone industrial age building, he runs his hand over his hair. giving his reflection a quick glace head to toe, tugging slightly on his blue dress shirt to make sure it looked just right. Mark always made sure he dressed up on Friday. despite the general attitude of his co-workers to dress casual, he had to be perfect. It wasn't always this way he too had enjoyed and would other wise still enjoy the casual dress code of Fridays at his office had it not been for that Friday back in march. when in his usual scatter brained manner he misplaced his bank card. It being Friday and Mark being in his mid to late 20's he wasn't about to be left stranded home for the week end. So at five when he would have other wise walked out his office, taken a left to the elevator, where he would suffer through the daily unpleasant conversation with bill from HR. bill would go on and on about his plans of various sexual encounters down to the the grittiest of details. though mark would humor bill and cheer him on with the typical machismo fashion of a frat boy, bill was none the wiser that his eye betrayed his every fantasy. he would go home, grab a frozen dinner and proceed to watch what seemed an endless stream of  edited for television movies and infomercials till Monday morning when he'd return to work. spend most of the day searching dating sites in his office with brief interludes of actual work. bill would eat lunch alone as no one could tolerate his attempts at fitting in socially, often descried as pathetic and over bearing when mentioned around the water cooler. the later half of the day was spent day dreaming of fantastic social adventures at night clubs with two, three even four of the sexiest woman any man could desire, draping  over him like a royal robe. then at 5 he would wait to leave his office till he saw mark whom he saw as  his closet friend based solely on their 5 minuets of interaction at the elevator and on the ride to the lobby of the office build. When at the door bill would look at his watch make an exuberant claim about some meeting with a  "smoking hot bitch". at which point Mark would then make his way through the barrage of traffic and into the subway as quickly as possible. Except on that Friday in march. Instead of his usual hurried escape from his office and and even more hurried escape from bill into the sub way he decided he'd make his way over to the bank located just a hundred yards away. it was one of those banks build during the hay day of the industrial revolution. large and comprised of blocks of granite, with the entrance to the lobby ornately defined with marble pillars. All together a very imposing building except for the small detail which mark would often find him self obsessively pondering. the large semi-mirrored windows framed with brushed stainless steel. the type of thing done in the 60's in an attempt to modernize the design, or so he figured.Pushing open the large glass doors, adorn with polished brass mark was, as he usually is taken back slightly by the lobby. It has polished white marble floors that run up the walls to meet the ceiling that was just as impressive. made entirely of some kind of dark wood that was painstakingly crafted by hand.  a patch work of latticed beams  that intersected an oval dome housing a mural and the banks slogan all lit by a grand crystal chandelier. as he took in the rare beauty of such craftsmanship he made his way to the row of wooden counters in the center of the floor. As he stood there looking over the rainbow of forms. Red loan applications, yellow deposit slips, blue withdrawal forms, fliers and pamphlets his eye was slowly drawn to her.

 she was just standing there, paused in the entrance of the lobby. he watched her trying not to seem as of he was. Reaching out and grabbing a pamphlet, fumbling it around in his hand. his head tilted down as if to look like he was reading but his eyes fixed on her."My god, she's beautiful." mark thought to him self as he watched her walk over to the row of tellers to the left of the lobby. she had a swing in her step, her brown curly hair bouncing as she moved. her walk had a swing in it, he hips swayed. Mark found him self fantasizing that she had seen him watching her and was putting on a show  just for him. she had caprices on that hugged her form, emphasizing her womanly curves and a form fitting blue t-shirt. he couldn't help but notice her breasts. she stood about five feet 2 inches but she wore a slight heel, five foot even with out. proportionately her breasts seemed large.

   An over weight elderly man in an old three piece suite that barley fit had made his way to the counter and placed him self directly in front of mark on the opposite side blocking his view. He had lost all focus with what he was doing, perhaps this mans unfortunate placement was for the best. looking down at the pamphlet in his hand he realized he's been flipping through a"

title: stolen love:unfinished:

question: What made the Friday back in March different for Mark?

answer: He misplaced his bank card and had to go to the bank to get a new one.

critique: The answer should mention that Mark's usual Friday routine was to go to the bank.

critique: It's omitted that he saw a beautiful woman at the bank.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: it's omitted he misses his usual flight to the subway station to avoid Bill.

critique: It is omitted that Mark was going to the bank to replace his bank card.

critique: Mark did not have to go to the bank to get a new one.

critique: The bank card incident was the proximate cause of his decision to go to the bank, but it was not the only reason.

question: What according to the story are Mark's feelings towards Bill?

answer: Mark seems to be annoyed by Bill.

critique: The answer should mention that Mark is annoyed by Bill's attempts at fitting in socially.

critique: The answer should mention that Mark is annoyed by Bill's behavior.

critique: It is omitted that Mark is annoyed by Bill's behavior.

critique: This is a simplistic summary given proof that Mark's expression towards Bill is one of secret admiration in the passage.

critique: The answer should mention the specific reason for Mark's annoyance.

critique: There is no evidence in the passage to suggest that Mark is annoyed by Bill.

critique: It is omitted that Mark seems to be annoyed by Bill because he is always talking about his sexual encounters.

question: Summarize what the woman at the bank thinks of Mark.

answer: No answer

critique: There is no answer because the story is unfinished.