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I wrote this up today, and didn't really know where else to put it. So,

***The Last Day***

It was 0400, the alarms sounded and the CO’s rang with orders to gear up. Everyone was briefed the night before on where they were going. There was an erie silence in the bunk room as everyone thought this was there last morning. Right then the CO broke through the door yelling “it’s time”, I walked outside into the dawn of the morning, salt water spraying all over my face. You could hear the tension in everyone’s voices, and their apprehension to go, but they went in, everyone went in. As I climbed down the rope ladder a wave breached and threw me into the craft, I landed on my back ears ringing. That is when the Barrage started, every ship firing a salvo at the beach the loudest noise I have ever heard, the knock on the german door. Our landing craft sputtered out from beside the ship and we began to form up with the others in our company. It was rough seas, the men were puking all over the boat, only to be washed away. As the clock struck 0615, the barrage stopped and we began to make our advance toward the shore. The only thing you could hear was the motor of the tiny craft, and the hopes of the men praying to their god, there would be no mercy on this day. The shore came into view and the bunkers were clearly visible without any apparent damage. There was no gunfire to be heard, every man was asking himself the same question and the answer was a sharp and loud no. Machine-gun fire lit up the craft, I was in the rear corner of the boat with the officer, his split open like a banana and with an expressionless face he fell to the ground. I couldn’t feel anything anymore, not joy, not fear, not a single emotion, I was about to die and I couldn’t care at all. The craft suddenly stopped and the door dropped open, I ran forward the only place I knew would lead me somewhere. As we ran up the beach to search for cover, you could hear the cries of the wounded, all of them screaming for their mothers of mercy. The men of my platoon were being cut down around me by the torrent of bullets, hitting the sand with an unmistakable thud.  I was meters away from the small sand dune in front of me, some men from the boat which had landed beside us yelling orders at each other. Then it hit.

A mortar landed right in the middle of them. I dropped to the ground not being able to feel, see or hear anything. When I looked up I saw it, the horror, there was no soldiers behind that dune anymore. Something else, something that wasn’t human or animal. It was just, existing, there in that crater, completely void of any life or consciousness. Those soldiers who were crouched behind that dune had turned into something not of this world, something of our own creation. My eyes focused on the scene laid out before me. I could see them, it, the torn lifeless carcasses of those boys. Their limbs scattered about the crater, blood, bone, and brain staining the white sand. I felt something rising in me, lying next to the scene, an anger, so deep it was the only thing I could sense. All of the commotion around me was drowned out by it, there was no guns firing, no shells exploding, no screams from the wounded, and no orders being shouted. All there was, was the anger. I could no longer control myself I was merely a witness in my own body.

I got up and started sprinting toward the bunker a ways in front of me. I could see the torn barbed wire, and the bodies around me. I kept going. There was nothing in this world that would dare stop me. I could make out the enemy beyond the next hill. I saw their faces, the people I was sent to destroy, the enemy, the devils.  As I came closer, I saw a boy he lifted his head up and we locked eyes. I saw in him a panic, a truly horrified look, the same look I had on my face only moments ago. This was the devil; the inhuman barbaric person I was told needed to be eliminated. I couldn’t believe it; I wouldn’t believe it. The anger, which had taken control over me disappeared and I stopped right there, dropping my weapon to the ground. What was I doing, was I really going to turn that man into whatever it was my comrades had become. He still stared at me with that same look on his face. Behind him, what looked to be an officer, pushed him aside raised his weapon and fired.

I fell down not feeling any pain, but something like euphoria. I rolled onto my back to see what had happened to me. There was hole in my thigh, with blood pulsing out of it like a geyser.  I couldn’t feel a thing; I lay my head back down onto the soft sand, and looked at clouds. I just lay there; totally unaware of how much time had passed, just looking up. A medic slid up beside me on his knees, and inspected the wound. He turned his head, and looked me in the eye, as if to say I’m sorry, got up and ran off. Everything dimmed away, and I lay there in the silent dark and though, this is it. In my final moment, I though about the bottle of scotch I had the night before.

title: [HF] The last Day

question: Summarize everything related to casualties.

answer: The narrator is in a landing craft with the rest of his company. A barrage of gunfire is fired at the beach. The men of the narrator's platoon are cut down by the torrent of bullets. A mortar lands in the middle of the men, killing them. The narrator sees the torn lifeless carcasses of the boys. The narrator sees a boy he locks eyes with, and the boy is horrified. The boy is killed by an officer. The narrator is shot in the thigh.

critique: The answer should mention the narrator's emotional state after seeing the casualties.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator sees the torn lifeless carcasses of his comrades.

critique: The officer who shoots the narrator is not identified as such.

critique: The narrator notices the boy was killed by the officer, not the officer himself.

question: Summarize everything related to negative emotions.

answer: When the narrator is in the landing craft, he can't feel anything, not joy, not fear, not a single emotion. He feels like he's about to die, and he can't care at all. After the mortar hits and he sees his comrades turned into something not of this world, he feels rage.

critique: The answer omits the narrator's feelings towards the enemy soldier he was sent to kill.

critique: The answer omits the narrator's reaction to the enemy soldier.

question: What does the story say about the motivation for the war?

answer: No answer

critique: It misses to mention that there is no given motivation for the war.

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not mention the motivation for the war.

critique: The answer should mention that there is no mention of motivation for the war in the story.

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not mention anything about the motivation for the war.

question: Summarize the narrator's movements over the course of the story.

answer: The narrator is part of a group of soldiers who are sent to a beach to destroy bunkers and kill the enemy. The narrator lands on the beach and runs to a sand dune to take cover from gunfire. He then runs to a bunker and sees the enemy. He is shot in the leg and falls to the ground.

critique: The answer omits the narrator's movements after he is shot.

critique: The narrator is focused (I utilize the present tense) is to convey the idea that this occurs in the present.

critique: The answer omits the narrator's actions during the battle.


split: train

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The FACULTY OF CHEMISTRY AND EARTH SCIENCES is one of twelve faculties at the University of Heidelberg. It comprises the Institute of Inorganic Chemistry, Institute of Organic Chemistry, Institute of Physical Chemistry, Institute of Geography, Institute of Geology and Paleontology, Institute of Mineralogy, and the Institute of Environmental Geochemistry. Chemistry was established as a separate discipline at the University of Heidelberg in 1817 with Leopold Gmelin being appointed ordinary professor of chemistry and medicine.[1] 1895 is considered to be the date of foundation of Geography at the University of Heidelberg as it was from this year on that lectures in physical and mathematical geography were held on a regular basis. In 1899 the first professorship in geography was established, filled by Alfred Hettner.[2]

Institute of Inorganic Chemistry

[3]

Institute of Organic Chemistry

[4]

Institute of Physical Chemistry

The main research areas of the Institute of Physical Chemistry are:

-   laser-induced chemical processes and laser diagnostics of technical combustion and catalytical processes
-   single molecule spectroscopy of biological samples
-   dynamic regulation of adhesive contacts and of the cytoskeleton architecture of biological cells using novel micro- and nanostructured materials
-   design and advanced characterization of functional surfaces and interfaces
-   biocompatible coatings for biotechnology and medical applications
-   nanolithography and -technology
-   chemical and biochemical sensors
-   x-ray microscopy and holography
-   theoretical studies of the electronic structure and dynamics of molecules
-   theoretical investigations to reveal new phenomena in prototype neutral and charged molecular species

[5]

Institute of Geography

The first professorship in geography was established in 1899, filled by Alfred Hettner. The earth scientist Bernhard Eitel is currently the rector of the University of Heidelberg. [6]

Institute of Geology and Paleontology

Paleontology was established in 1823 with lectures by Heinrich Georg Bronn.[7]

Institute of Mineralogy

The first chair for mineralogy was established in 1817 with Karl Cesar von Leonhard.[8]

Institute of Environmental Geochemistry

Prof. German Müller established the Institute of Environmental Geochemistry in 1993. The main research areas of the institute are:

-   the rates and mechanisms of chemical weathering of rock-forming minerals, including surface studies of reactions at the mineral-water interface
-   chemical and isotopic evolution of atmospheric aerosols derived from rock-weathering, and their variation with Holocene climate change
-   geochemical studies of lake sediments and peat bog archives of these records, including chemical weathering and early diagenesis
-   physical and chemical processes at mineral-water interfaces such as adsorption, desorption, and redox transformations
-   the chemical and isotopic evolution of natural waters, including diffusion chamber studies of early diagenetic reactions in sediments
-   transformation of element species in soils and sediments and natural waters intensity and rates of humification of natural organic matter
-   natural halogenation and de-halogenation of organic molecules development of hyphenated instrumental techniques (HPLC-AAS, HPLC-ICP-AES, GC-MS) and pyrolytic methods for species analysis

[9]

Noted chemists and earth scientists

-   Leopold Gmelin
-   Friedrich August Kekulé von Stradonitz
-   Robert Bunsen
-   Victor Meyer
-   Theodor Curtius
-   Gustav Kirchhoff
-   Hermann von Helmholtz
-   Emil Erlenmeyer
-   Dmitri Mendeleev
-   Carl Bosch
-   Alfred Hettner
-   Harry Rosenbusch
-   Victor Mordechai Goldschmidt
-   Paul Ramdohr

Notes and references

Category:Heidelberg University

[1] Geschichte der Fakultät

[2]

[3] Anorganisch-Chemisches Institut

[4] Institute of Organic Chemistry

[5]

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[7]

[8] Mineralogisches Institut Universitaet Heidelberg

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title: Heidelberg University Faculty of Chemistry and Earth Sciences

question: What does the text say about Geography at the university?

answer: The year 1895 is considered to be the date of the foundation of Geography at the university as it was from this year on that lectures of physical and mathematical geography on a regular basis - which was earlier constrained. In 1899 the first professorship in Geography was established, filled by Alfred Hettner. The earth scientist Bernhard Eitel is currently the rector of the University of Heidelberg.

critique: There is no mention of the rector when describing the history of Geography at Heidelberg.

critique: Remove text that is not relevant to the question

critique: The answer should mention that the first professorship in Geography was established in 1899.

critique: It is not in the article, but another research institute named is mentioned

critique: The answer is too long and does not answer the question. It also does not mention the work of Bernhard Eitel.

critique: The grammar of the last sentence is a little off.

critique: The answer does not summarize that the discipline of geography was founded at the same time.

critique: The year 1895 isn't about why Geography was established a faculty, but about when it became a faculty.

critique: The answer should include the fact that the first professorship in geography was established in 1899.

critique: There is no evidence that Geography was constrained before 1895.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The text does not say that the lectures were constrained.

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

critique: The answer should mention the first professor of Geography.

critique: 'which was earlier constrained' is not needed.

critique: The answer should include information about the institute.

question: What does the text say about Carl Bosch's achievements?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should include Carl Bosch's achievements.

critique: The answer is incorrect because it does give some information about Bosch.

critique: There are no achievements mentioned for Carl Bosch in the text.

critique: It misses to mention that Bosch was a pioneer in organic chemistry and designed the iron catalyst that made the acid route for producing ammonia commercially viable.

critique: There are at least two mentions of Carl Bosch, one noting that he was a noted chemist and the other that he was a famous chemist.

critique: Missing several details regarding Carl Bosch

critique: It is completely incorrect that no answer is given.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Carl Bosch was a chemist and earth scientist.

critique: No information is given, but Bosch is on the list of notable chemists and earth scientists.


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It sits in the middle of the jewel-encrusted chamber, pulsating with power. Not even the candlemaker can comprehend the curious article as he stands there in awe. It was just as the legend recounted - the very legend which, over the years, was taught to him and the others back in the citadel. Very few have ever been able to feel the artifact's forces, let alone be in the same room as it. Of all the possible people, someone of the candlemaker's standing would not normally be considered for the journey, yet, for reasons only known to the leaders, he was chosen. Whatever plan they had for him, only the divines could ever know.

The glimmering chamber stands on the peak of a giant, seaweed-smothered rock in the middle of the fearful Caseitic Ocean. The candlemaker's rowing boat waits patiently at the dock, which marks the beginning of the long, disused path, leading to the mysterious mansion at the summit. The candlemaker had noticed the most unusual creatures as he made his way to the peak: those that wielded opulent golden tentacles and outstanding sharpened claws. Their behaviour was interesting; it was as if they helped guide the candlemaker up the mountain, using their various appendages to point the way. They were not the slightest bit hostile. For an apparently long-abandoned landmass, their ecosystem boasts its stability.

It was after the candlemaker had navigated his way through winding corridors and up fragile staircases that he made it to the main chamber. Appreciating the seriousness of the situation, he wipes a veil of sweat from his brow, flicking it to the floor. The sweat appears to react with the regal purple carpet, giving off a mild, surprisingly fragrant vapour, which the man could only identify as spoiled crab meat. He was greatly acquainted with the scent, being a regular client of the fish-market back home.

The artifact which proudly rests in the center of the room glows so brightly that its true form cannot be perceived. One would have to place their hands on it to find out, though there is no knowing whether it is dangerous to the touch. The candlemaker has wasted enough time gazing at the item, and there is nought he could do but walk up to it and learn its true nature.

Approaching the artifact, the candlemaker squints as he walks into the light. He reaches out to the mysterious object with his hands, and penetrates its surface. A wave of power surges through him, and the light radiating from the object begins to fade. Opening his eyes, he sees that the artifact is a jade crab, perched on a wrought iron stand. With a glowing expression on his face, he takes the crab, admiring it even more than he did so before.

Strangely, the crab begins to glow again, and a large crack appears down its center. A bright green liquid starts to flow from it, as if it were a glowstick. The liquid visibly irritates the candlemaker's bare hands and he panics; however, he is unable to put it down. It refuses to be put down. As the skin is dissolved from his fingers, he speaks worriedly into his mouthpiece:

"It's the arthropod. The arthropod is leaking."

Soon after, a sinister voice replies:

"It is a reflection of your lowly craftsmanship. No wonder the other citizens could not trust you."

There is nothing the candlemaker could do but scream as the acid spread up his arms and through his body. He eventually lets the jade crab fall to the floor, where it splits into two pieces. The corroded remains of the unfortunate candlemaker are strewn across the carpet, and the stench of crab meat fills the air.

His earpiece, however, remains intact. It lets out a menacing laugh.

question: Summarize what the text says about the crab.

answer: The crab is an artifact that rests in the center of the jewel-encrusted chamber. The candlemaker has to put his hands on it to feel its power. The crab is glowing and is perched on a wrought iron stand. The candlemaker takes the crab and admires it. The crab splits into two pieces and acid flows from it.

critique: The answer omits that the crab is a jade crab.


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[Bill Cosby arriving Tuesday for his sexual assault trial at the Montgomery County Courthouse in Norristown, Pa.]

Credit...Matt Slocum/Associated Press

-   April 17, 2018

NORRISTOWN, Pa. — Judge Steven T. O’Neill, who is presiding at Bill Cosby’s sexual assault retrial, ruled Tuesday that jurors could hear the defendant’s previous statements about obtaining quaaludes, powerful sedatives, as part of his efforts to have sex with women.

Prosecutors say Mr. Cosby’s statement about the quaaludes bolsters their contention that he drugged women, including Andrea Constand, whom he is charged with molesting in 2004 after giving her three blue pills. She has testified they incapacitated her.

Mr. Cosby’s defense team had tried to block the introduction of his statement from a 2005 deposition in a civil suit that Ms. Constand filed against him. Becky James, an attorney for Mr. Cosby, said his remarks about his past use of quaaludes had nothing to do with the current case.

“Using quaaludes on the party scene in the 1970s just doesn’t have any relevance,” she said on the eighth day of the trial.

Mr. Cosby has said the pills he gave Ms. Constand were Benadryl, designed to help her relax. But she has described being all but immobilized during her encounter with Mr. Cosby at his home near here. Five other women testified last week that they believed Mr. Cosby had drugged and sexually assaulted them.

Image[Outside the courthouse Tuesday, Mr. Cosby’s spokesman, Andrew Wyatt, displays Benadryl, which Mr. Cosby has said is the drug he gave Andrea Constand.

]

Credit...Matt Slocum/Associated Press

Ms. Constand’s civil suit, ended with Mr. Cosby paying her a $3.38 million settlement that involved no admission of wrongdoing.

“When you got the quaaludes,” the lawyer, Dolores Troiani, asked at the time, “was it in your mind that you were going to use these quaaludes for young women that you wanted to have sex with?”

“Yes,” Mr. Cosby replied.

Mr. Cosby’s lawyer objected before he could answer whether he had ever given any women the drugs without their knowledge. But Mr. Cosby has suggested that he viewed providing drugs akin to asking a woman if she might like a cocktail.

The prosecution is likely to have the 2005 deposition testimony read out loud in court before it concludes its presentation of evidence on Wednesday or Thursday.

One prosecution witness on Tuesday was a local police investigator, who read sections of Mr. Cosby’s interview by the Cheltenham Township Police Department in January 2005, after Ms. Constand first came forward with her account. Mr. Cosby acknowledged the sexual contact with Ms. Constand in that interview but described it as consensual and part of a broader, somewhat romantic, relationship.

In the transcript, Mr. Cosby also described for the detectives a phone conversation with Gianna Constand, Andrea Constand’s mother, who he said was very upset with him.

“Three times her mother said to me, this is a horrible thing you have done to my daughter,” Mr. Cosby said, according to the transcript.

“First I apologized twice; I said ‘What can I do?’ She said ‘Nothing,’ she wanted apologies,” Mr. Cosby said in the transcript.

Under cross-examination from Mr. Cosby’s lead attorney, Thomas A. Mesereau Jr., the local investigator, Sgt. Richard Schaffer, denied that Ms. Constand had been inconsistent in her stories about the timing of the encounter, how much alcohol she had drunk on that occasion and whether she had a flirtatious relationship with Mr. Cosby.

Sgt. Schaffer acknowledged that Ms. Constand had revised her initial account that the incident took place in March 2004, later saying it had happened in January of that year.

“The landmark date in her memory was corrected,” Sergeant Schaffer said.

The Montgomery County district attorney at the time declined to prosecute the case, a fact Mr. Mesereau drew attention to in his cross-examination. That decision was reviewed in 2015, when prosecutors decided to reinvestigate.

Also testifying for the prosecution was James Reape, a detective with Montgomery County, who acknowledged that Ms. Constand had provided conflicting time frames. But, under cross-examination by Kathleen Bliss, an attorney for Mr. Cosby, Detective Reape said he had concluded that the varying times were not important.

“When we look at the inconsistency of a date, it’s not something that gives me pause as an investigator,” he said.

question: What kind of view does Cosby have about giving quaaludes to young women?

answer: Cosby has a positive view of giving quaaludes to young women.

critique: The article does not explicitly say Cosby has a positive view of giving quaaludes to young women.

critique: The answer is incorrect. Cosby's view on giving quaaludes to young women is not mentioned in the article.

critique: The passage does not indicate any view Cosby has of giving quaaludes to young women.

critique: The answer is not supported by the text.

critique: The passage does not say anything about Cosby's view of giving quaaludes to young women.

critique: It is not stated that Cosby has a positive view of giving quaaludes to young women.


text:
  The bomb went off on the street. It went 'BANG!' very loud and then the bomb was dead.

  The moment was brief. It happened near the finish line. People were watching the runners run to the line. Fathers cheered their daughters and sisters cheered their brothers and sons were proud of their moms. Even strangers watched and they were proud of them all. There was sun and Coca-Cola and everyone was clapping because the day was important. The running was important. Old wives stood and cheered, 'Yay!' in ripe honeydew voices. Their husbands clapped strong hands and remembered a time.

 And then it happened. 'BANG!'

  At first there was disbelief and smoke and echo. So many stunned runners just stood and they did not run. Some runners had been knocked down by the force of the blast.  They used tired legs to get back up.

But the spectators were finding themselves disoriented, bleeding.

Slowly, people came to and noticed the way about things.

  A woman picked herself up from the concrete and looked to find her sunglasses. She found them, and they were not broken. Then, looking in the lenses, she saw that she was bleeding from her head.

 A man took his daughter's hand and started walking for the car. He kept hurrying and looking back to the cloud of light-grey smoke. He said, 'A bomb,' when the little girl asked him something and then she asked another question and he said, 'I don't know, baby.'

  A mother was sitting up on the sidewalk to see that she had no legs. The mother saw her no legs and looked for her kids. Then she knew the suffocating pain, but she was scared because she could not see the kids. And she screamed for the kids, which hurt. She wanted to vomit, and she almost did.  She could not hear. She could only feel the pain and the burning pepper in her nose and the cement on her back and the burning of her feet. But she yelled for the kids and then she saw a younger man moving swiftly through time. He emerged from a changing sea of empty changing colors. He moved at her and she noticed his face was round and plain with sweat glistening on his forehead and eyes that were blue and frozen calm. And then she saw nothing but she reached her arms out hoping to feel her kids. She felt his hands but she tried to fight him. Then she saw nothing and moved nothing.

The children saw their mother but the loud noise had been so loud that they could not hear and they could only watch their mother bleeding and yelling like an animal. The children watched as one, then two, then more surrounded their mom who was hurt.

  The people swarmed her, and all the kids saw were backs and the bottoms of shoes. The children saw the blood creeping past shards of glass and little pebbles. It snaked towards their shoes. They treated it like lava. The oldest child was crying and he was scared, but he grabbed the other two and let them cry. They stood there next to the wall and cried big gulping wails. A nice lady came then and asked, 'Is that your mom?'

 Sirens were pulsing out in odd rhythms and men were calling over this special music and people were rushing past people rushing past people rushing. The pepper smoke was faint in the air, but it was burned into every nose. There was a dog pulling his own leash through the street.

A man stumbled past a trash can and towards a cluster of people stopped, looking. He was empty and lost because he knew nothing about himself, but he knew he knew what had happened. He looked at the lookers and he said, flailing his arms, 'It just went, 'BANG!' You know?! Just like that. And, just look!' He pointed at the place where the bomb had been, where the lookers had been looking. And he said this over again at the people, 'It just went, 'BANG!' And he wondered if he believed it. 'Just, 'BANG!' Like that!'

One of the lookers came over to him and put her arms around him. She gave him her water. 'It was just like, 'BANG!' he said, and she said softly, 'I know.'

title: TRAGEDY

question: What does the text say about where the bomb went off?

answer: The bomb went off near the finish line. The blast knocked down runners who were running to the finish line. The bomb went off near the finish line.

critique: The repetition of "near the finish line" is unnecessary.

critique: The repetition of the phrase 'near the finish line' is unnecessary.

critique: The answer repeats the same information twice.

critique: It's repeated twice for emphasis. Remove the second sentence.

critique: The repetition of the same information is unnecessary.

text: The answer should also add that the bomb went off on the street.

category: coverage

question: Summarize in what way were people hurt by the bomb that went off by the running event.

answer: People were hurt by the bomb that went off by the running event. A woman picked herself up from the concrete and looked to find her sunglasses. She found them, and they were not broken. Then, looking in the lenses, she saw that she was bleeding from her head. A man took his daughter's hand and started walking for the car. He kept hurrying and looking back to the cloud of light-grey smoke. He said, 'A bomb,' when the little girl asked him something and then she asked another question and he said, 'I don't know, baby.' A mother was sitting up on the sidewalk to see that she had no legs. The mother saw her no legs and looked for her kids. Then she knew the suffocating pain, but she was scared because she could not see the kids. And she screamed for the kids, which hurt. She wanted to vomit, and she almost did. She could not hear. She could only feel the pain and the burning pepper in her nose and the cement on her back and the burning of her feet. But she yelled for the kids and then she saw a younger man moving swiftly through time. He emerged from a changing sea of empty changing colors. He moved at her and she noticed his face was round and plain with sweat glistening on his forehead and eyes that were blue and frozen calm. And then she saw nothing but she reached her arms out hoping to feel her kids. She felt his hands but she tried to fight him. Then she saw nothing and moved nothing. The children saw their mother but the loud noise had been so loud that they could not hear and they could only watch their mother bleeding and yelling like an animal. The children watched as one, then two, then more surrounded their mom who was hurt. The people swarmed her, and all the kids saw were backs and the bottoms of shoes. The children saw the blood creeping past shards of glass and little pebbles. It snaked towards their shoes. They treated it like lava. The oldest child was crying and he was scared, but he grabbed the other two and let them cry. They stood there next to the wall and cried big gulping wails. A nice lady came then and asked, 'Is that your mom?' Sirens were pulsing out in odd rhythms and men were calling over this special music and people were rushing past people rushing past people rushing. The pepper smoke was faint in the air, but it was burned into every nose. There was a dog pulling his own leash through the street.

critique: The answer should be limited to the question.

critique: There is no mention of what happened to the father and boy in the runner's family.

critique: The response is not a summary of the text.

text: The answer is an exact copy and paste of the story. It also includes dialogue, which it shouldn't. The model should summarize the events as they appear in the story.

category: coherence

question: What does the story say about who planted the bomb?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the story does not explicitly state who planted the bomb.

critique: It's omitted that there isn't any mention of who planted the bomb in the story.

critique: The question is asking for an answer that can be found in the passage.

question: What does the story say about the kids that had their mother lose her legs?

answer: The kids were watching their mother bleed and yell like an animal. They watched as more people surrounded their mother. They saw their mother's blood creeping past shards of glass and pebbles. The kids were scared, but they grabbed the other two and let them cry.

critique: The answer should mention the mother's death.

critique: The answer omits that the kids were treated by a nice lady.

critique: The response misses to mention that the kids saw the blood snaking towards their shoes, and that a nice lady came and asked if they were her kids.

critique: The kids saw their mother's legs but they couldn't see them because they were surrounded by people. The kids were crying, but they were standing next to a wall.

critique: Doesn't say anything about the kids' mother.

critique: The answer should mention the woman who comforted the man.

text: 'The kids were scared, but they grabbed the other two and let them cry.' This should be rewritten for clarity. It should state that the oldest child was crying and was scared, but he grabbed the other two children and let them cry.


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The FEDERAL DETENTION CENTER, HONOLULU (FDC HONOLULU) is a United States federal prison facility in Hawaii which holds male and female prisoners of all security levels prior to or during court proceedings in Hawaii Federal District Court, as well as inmates serving brief sentences. It is operated by the Federal Bureau of Prisons, a division of the United States Department of Justice.

FDC Honolulu is located adjacent to Honolulu International Airport,[1] and is at the airport's western perimeter. The building has twelve stories.[2]

As of 2013 it houses 300 prisoners sentenced under Hawaiian law rather than federal law; the Hawaii state prison system did not have enough capacity for these prisoners.[3]

History

The facility opened in 2001. The first 25 inmates to occupy the facility were scheduled to arrive at FDC Honolulu on July 31 of that year; previously they were held in facilities in the Mainland United States. The first five groups, each consisting of 25 inmates, were made up of inmates within their final two years of their federal prison sentences. FDC Honolulu relieved the Oahu Community Correctional Center, operated by the Hawaii Department of Public Safety. As of June 2001, the Oahu Community Correctional Center, designed to hold 1,000 pretrial inmates, held 1,150 pretrial inmates. The first pretrial inmates from Hawaii were scheduled to move into the federal center one month after the first five groups of 25 convicted inmates had arrived.[4]

As of 2016 the Hawaiian Legislature expressed an interest in acquiring FDC Honolulu.[5]

Notable Inmates (current and former)

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| Inmate  | Regis | Status         | Details                          |
| Name    | ter   |                |                                  |
|         | Numbe |                |                                  |
|         | r     |                |                                  |
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| Duane   | 95743 | Arrested on    | Subjects of the A&E reality      |
| “Dog”   | -022  | September 14,  | television program _Dog the      |
| Chapman |       | 2006; released | Bounty Hunter_; arrested on an   |
|         | 95744 | on bail the    | illegal bounty hunting warrant   |
| Leland  | -022  | next day.      | issued in Mexico in connection   |
| Chapman |       |                | with their apprehension of       |
|         | 95742 |                | serial rapist Andrew Luster in   |
| Tim     | -022  |                | 2003; the charges against them   |
| Chapman |       |                | were later dismissed.[6]         |
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[1] “FDC Honolulu.” Federal Bureau of Prisons. Retrieved on December 30, 2009.

[2] Bosworth, Mary. _The U.S. Federal Prison System_. SAGE Publications, July 19, 2002. , 9780761923046. p. 235.

[3] Thompson, David. “Field Guide: Honolulu Behind Bars” (Archive). _Honolulu_. July 9, 2012. Retrieved on February 7, 2016.

[4] “New jailhouse ready for first inmates” (Archive). _Honolulu Star-Bulletin_. Wednesday June 13, 2001. Retrieved on December 30, 2009.

[5] “H.C.R. NO. 31” (Archive). Government of Hawaii. Retrieved on February 7, 2016.

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question: What does the article say about the inmates housed at Federal Detention Center, Honolulu?

answer: The FDC Honolulu houses male and female prisoners of all security levels prior to or during court proceedings in Hawaii Federal District Court, as well as inmates serving brief sentences. It is operated by the Federal Bureau of Prisons, a division of the United States Department of Justice. As of 2013, the FDC Honolulu houses 300 prisoners sentenced under Hawaiian law rather than federal law. The facility opened in 2001. The first 25 inmates to occupy the facility were scheduled to arrive at FDC Honolulu on July 31 of that year. As of 2016, the Hawaiian Legislature expressed an interest in acquiring FDC Honolulu.

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_SIMPLEXVIRUS_ is a genus of viruses in the order _Herpesvirales_, in the family _Herpesviridae_, in the subfamily _Alphaherpesvirinae_. Humans and mammals serve as natural hosts. Diseases associated with this genus include skin vesicles or mucosal ulcers, rarely encephalitis, and meningitis.[1][2]

Species

Currently, 13 species are placed in this genus:

-   _Ateline alphaherpesvirus 1_
-   _Bovine alphaherpesvirus 2_
-   _Cercopithecine alphaherpesvirus 2_
-   _Human alphaherpesvirus 1_
-   _Human alphaherpesvirus 2_
-   _Leporid alphaherpesvirus 4_
-   _Macacine alphaherpesvirus 1_
-   _Macropodid alphaherpesvirus 1_
-   _Macropodid alphaherpesvirus 2_
-   _Panine alphaherpesvirus 3_
-   _Papiine alphaherpesvirus 2_
-   _Pteropodid alphaherpesvirus 1_
-   _Saimiriine alphaherpesvirus 1_

Structure

Viruses in _Simplexvirus_ are enveloped, with icosahedral, spherical to pleomorphic, and round geometries, and T=16 symmetry. The diameter is around 150-200 nm. Genomes are linear and unsegmented, around 152kb in length.[3]

  Genus            Structure               Symmetry   Capsid      Genomic arrangement   Genomic segmentation
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  _Simplexvirus_   Spherical pleomorphic   T=16       Enveloped   Linear                Monopartite

Lifecycle

Viral replication is nuclear, and is lysogenic. Entry into the host cell is achieved by attachment of the viral gB, gC, gD, and gH proteins to host receptors, which mediates endocytosis. Replication follows the dsDNA bidirectional replication model. DNA-templated transcription, with some alternative splicing mechanism, is the method of transcription. Translation takes place by leaky scanning. The virus exits the host cell by nuclear egress, budding, and microtubular outwards viral transport. Human and mammals serve as the natural hosts. Transmission routes are sexual, contact, and saliva.[4]

  Genus            Host details      Tissue tropism      Entry details               Release details   Replication site   Assembly site   Transmission
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  _Simplexvirus_   Humans; mammals   Epithelial mucosa   Cell receptor endocytosis   Budding           Nucleus            Nucleus         Saliva

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question: What does the text say about Simplexvirus?

answer: Simplexvirus is a genus of viruses in the order Herpesvirales, in the family Herpesviridae, in the subfamily Alphaherpesvirinae. Humans and mammals serve as natural hosts. Diseases associated with this genus include skin vesicles or mucosal ulcers, rarely encephalitis, and meningitis.

critique: The answer should mention the structure and lifecycle of the virus.

critique: Point out the following areSimplexvirus then is a kind of virus: genital herpes, shingles, chickenpox

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question: What does the text say about the structure of simplexvirus?

answer: In the genus simplexvirus, viruses are enveloped and fluctuate with spherical, pleomorphic, and round geometries. The diameter of the simplexvirus virus is around 150-200 nanometres. The viral replication is nuclear and is lysogenic. .

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question: What does the text say about the lifecycle of the simplexvirus genus?

answer: Viral replication is nuclear, and is lysogenic. Entry into the host cell is achieved by attachment of the viral gB, gC, gD, and gH proteins to host receptors, which mediates endocytosis. Replication follows the dsDNA bidirectional replication model. DNA-templated transcription, with some alternative splicing mechanism, is the method of transcription. Translation takes place by leaky scanning. The virus exits the host cell by nuclear egress, budding, and microtubular outwards viral transport. Human and mammals serve as the natural hosts. Transmission routes are sexual, contact, and saliva.

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__NOTOC__ ADRIENNE ELIZABETH MCNEIL HERNDON was an actress, professor, and activist in Atlanta, Georgia. While admittedly an African American to friends and colleagues, she performed with the stage name Anne Du Bignon. She was one of the first African American faculty at Atlanta University, where she met W. E. B. Du Bois and subsequently worked with him. Herndon and Alonzo Herndon were an influential couple.[1]

Biography

Adrienne Elizabeth McNeil was born on July 22, 1869, in Savannah, Georgia.[2] She is described by historian Rebecca Burns as “short and lithe with a lively manner and sophisticated bearing” “[w]ith her creamy skin, wavy brown hair, and dark eyes, Adrienne moved easily [...] and kept her racial background a secret”.[3] She was about five feet tall.[4]

McNeil was an 1890 graduate of Atlanta University's Normal Department, and attended the Boston School of Dramatic Arts (1902-3)[5] and New York City's American Academy of Dramatic Arts.[6] For her final project she performed _Anthony and Cleopatra_ under the stage name Anne Du Bignon, claiming she was French-Creole.[7][8]

At Atlanta University Herndon became “the first director of dramatics and teacher of elocution” from 1895, until her death in 1910.[9] She was one of the first two African American faculty at Atlanta University (the other was George Towns), two years prior to Du Bois.[10] There she organised fundraising and an annual Shakespeare play for the senior class.[11][12]

In January 1904, Herndon made her debut with a solo-performed at Steinert Hall in Boston again using the name Anne Du Bignon.[13] She also sang at recitals.[14]

[Herndon c. 1910]

Herndon supported black suffrage. Du Bois and Adrienne Herndon were colleagues at Atlanta university.[15] In October 1904, Alonzo signed the Ontario Conference led by Du Bois.[16] Adrienne Herndon, in 1905, hosted the “Niagara Movement” organized by Du Bois.[17] She participated in Du Bois's Wheat Street Baptist Church demonstration on November 30, 1905, for the “southern movement” by joining him on the platform.[18] During the Atlanta Riots two of Alonzo's employees were attacked and killed.[19] The Tuesday morning after the rioting, Herndon [20] along with Reverend Henry H. Proctor met with the city mayor and chief of police to discuss safety for victims and justice for the rioters.[21]

Adrienne McNeil married Alonzo Herndon[22] in 1894.[23] Before she agreed to marry him, he had to promise to support her theater career.[24] In 1897 Adrienne and Alonzo Herndon had a son, Norris Bumstead Herndon.[25]

[Herndon Home, designed by Adrienne, in Atlanta, Georgia] The Herndon Home, she designed without plans but worked closely with a team of black craftsmen.[26] Unfortunately Adrienne died of Addison's disease just when the home that she had designed to be their “first real home” was nearing completion, on April 6, 1910.[27][28][29]

Norris Herndon, a 1919 graduate of Atlanta University, developed his father's insurance company from $1 million to $54 million in assets.[30][31] In 1947 Norris Herndon established the Herndon Foundation which maintains the Herndon Home.[32] He transformed the house into a museum in 1973.[33] It was declared a U.S. National Historic Landmark in 2000.[34]

Notes

Sources

Further reading

-   -   Clarence Albert Bacote, _The story of Atlanta University: a century of service, 1865-1965_, Atlanta University, 1969.
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title: Adrienne McNeil Herndon

question: What does the text say about Herndon's appearance?

answer: Herndon was described by historian Rebecca Burns as "short and lithe with a lively manner and sophisticated bearing". She had creamy skin, wavy brown hair, and dark eyes. She moved easily and kept her racial background a secret. She was about five feet tall.

critique: The answer should mention that Herndon was African-American.

question: Summarize everything relating to Herndon and Du Bois.

answer: Herndon and Alonzo Herndon were an influential couple. They were colleagues at Atlanta university. Herndon met W. E. B. Du Bois there, and subsequently worked with him. Du Bois and Herndon were colleagues at Atlanta university.

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

text: The response doesn't need to add information about Alonzo as the question is about Herndon and Du Bois.

question: What does the text say about education?

answer: Adrienne Elizabeth McNeil was born in 1869. She graduated from the Atlanta University's Normal Department in 1890. She attended the Boston School of Dramatic Arts and the New York City's American Academy of Dramatic Arts. She was an 1890 graduate of Atlanta University's Normal Department.

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

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question: What does the text say about Alonzo's death?

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text:
I.

I counted the pulses on her wrist while spotting my watch.  This was the third time I’d done so in the last ten minutes.  It had spiked somewhere around 200 right after she collapsed.  I couldn't actually count fast enough to tell.  She was under the influence of the dystopian trippy result of two boxes of OTC sleeping pills downed with a pint of  vodka that could peel paint off a Soviet tank.  The last check put it near 120, but now it had slipped to around 30.  Her muscles had wobbled as if composed of jelly, interspersed with spastic and trembling motions of the limbs, right before she fell.  She had tried to say something, but was incoherent when her tongue could only produce mumbles and garbled pronouncements.  Now, laying on the floor, her lips appeared sculpted in a pale blue pucker.

They've likely said their last words.

II.

She was a tall brunette, unkempt hair and features similar to a horse, with broad shoulders slouched over a saddlebag belly.  Not terribly fat, but without the curves of most women her twenty-something age.  Although her choice of clothes did nothing to flatter her shape: natty grey t-shirts slung over average unpropped breasts, and baggy pants with enough extra to stash a bag of potatoes.  None of it had been replaced in years.

I know her as my roommate’s ex-girlfriend.  They were together when he and I worked in the same office, punching the same clock, pulling the same paycheck.  Small as it was I needed couch space and he was kind enough to oblige with a blanket and a word of warning.

Shortly after I’d arrived, she had cheated and gotten kicked out.  It was all drama with her, or maybe addiction, or maybe outright emotional ignorance, that led to her flighty and reckless escapades.  She had started doing speed with a coffee-shop coworker, then disappeared with him for three days after they were mutuallly terminated.  Eventually she'd plied her way back with my friend, promising various sex acts that would make a retired hooker blush.

I guess my friend was into that kind of thing and had taken her back.

III.

When I’d gotten home she asked me for a cigarette in an alert paranoid tone, her eyes glazed and bulging.  I figured her for tweaking, so tried to pay her state no mind and didn't give her one.  She trotted from the kitchen to bedroom and back again while I mindlessly got stoned to Jeopardy.  Hadn't noticed she was downing the pills three or four at a time, washing with big gulp pulls straight off the bottle with every trip.

When I stepped onto the balcony on the cell having a smoke I heard her gurgle and told earshot I disagreed with whatever her head was doing.

“What the fuck are you on?”

My roommate was out on his bed, nauseated by the same ham and mayonnaisse sandwich for the eleventh day in a row.  He had no notion he was sleeping through her overdose; the pills were for him in the first place.  He probably left out an open pack that she found.

Didn't notice when she stole a cigarette of mine, but saw her return holding grocery store coupons, like one off every seven dollars or some horrible delusion like that, as an offer.  Apparently the drugs gave her a sense of guilt, and she could still form words and phrases, so had proferred this strange barter.  With minimal exasperation I agreed with a hand wave and a nod, then turned away into my cell.

She lit the wrong end of the cigarette.

IV.

Of course, “normal” didn't come easy to this couple to begin with, and there was no normal to return to.  The apartment stunk of vitriolic statements that would hang in the air for an hour, like the stench of a wound changing its gauze.  After airing out the awkward they'd begin the violent make-up sex, and I would have to recuse myself to the bar with the other couch surfers.  At least I knew those nights that by the time I got to it I wouldn't really care that I was sleeping on a couch.

She had always talked of depression and nervous breakdowns, and the breakup had provided the perfect opportunity – I didn't understand why she hadn't done it then.  After a couple weeks of drunken exile it didn't sound like a bad idea to me either.  A suicide fog had formed in the apartment, with the only community we had being one of shared despair.  Words would fall as dust to the floor, questions remained unaswered, indifferences solidified, and not enough confidence to sweep it back up again.

Not much living in this place.

V.

And now, I find myself in a world of wonder; the wasteland of what-ifs.  The phone is operable, as are several other means of communication, but... “Does anyone need to know, I mean…”.

I conjure for a moment - death’s possibilities - and what the experience would be to be front row at a fatality, to see the gripping collapse as the deceased comes into focus, the closure of a lifetime of memory, the end of a single-play tape with no rewind.

The third pulse check also reveals an artic core, and I know she's not long.   She is thoroughly poisoned now, a gloss developing over her thoughts, and the voyeurs want to watch, the vicarious get a taste, the morbid have satisfaction.
She twitches on invisible strings, curled on the floor, eyes rolled, jaw clenched, head tilted, throat taught, mouth foamed, convulsing as the nervous system shuts down.

She succeeded in suicide and I am her witness.

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title: A Unique Audience

question: What does the story say about the couple's problems?

answer: The couple had a lot of problems. The narrator describes the woman as a tall, unkempt, horse-like woman with broad shoulders and a saddlebag belly. She was the ex-girlfriend of the narrator's roommate. The narrator describes her as having a flighty and reckless personality. She had cheated on the narrator's roommate and gotten kicked out. She had also started doing speed with a coffee shop coworker and disappeared with him for three days after they were both fired. She had also plied her way back with the narrator's roommate, promising various sex acts that would make a retired hooker blush. The narrator describes the couple as having a lot of problems and not much living in their apartment.

critique: The answer should mention that the woman overdosed on sleeping pills.

critique: The answer ought to mention that the couple's friends all mistreated and abused the woman.

critique: The answer should mention that the narrator's roommate was the one who had been taking the pills.

critique: The highlighted text does not pertain to the couple's problems.

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

text: The second sentence is irrelevant and should be deleted - her appearance wasn't the problem. The end of the last sentence does not apply to the couple but to the roommate and the ex-girlfriend after the break-up.

question: What does the story say about loving life?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the story doesn't really say anything about loving life.

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Constructive criticism is welcomed! This is my first short story I wrote that wasn't part of a GCSE mock. I don't want to use this as an excuse but I'm not a professional writer nor do I claim to be. ( Heck , I aint even 16 for another year or so)

All names and situations are completely coincidental. And please enjoy!

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
I awake to hear somebody pounding on the door. Wetting the insides of my mouth I pull on a stained shirt and some old jeans off the floor. I take another look at my double bed. One side messy and un-kept , as I had just got out of it , the other perfectly kept. I stumble to the door of my apartment and open it to find my brother, Lucas. “Always so smartly dressed.” I think to myself. “Hello Bruce.” He says quietly. I just stare at him. I can feel him looking into my lifeless eyes with pity sadness. “Hi” I say back to him; my voice also quiet. ”Come in “ I add quickly. He slowly walks in , his suit jacket draped over his arm. He stands there for a full minute before saying to me. “You’ve got to get over her you know.”  Oh how I wished he hadn’t said that. Why oh bloody why did he have to mention her?! Using all my power to repress tears all I can do is look into his sad eyes.  “She is gone , Bruce! Gone!” He says. “He’s obviously holding back tears” I think to myself. I struggle to speak ; nothing but air coming out of my mouth. Finally I manage to stutter “I-I-I know.” Suddenly my sorrow turns into anger. Anger towards Lucas for coming here. “I know” I say strongly, surprised at the volume of my voice.  “You should go back to work , it will take your mind of her.”  You've been on compassionate leave for 3 years now." He says. "My boss understands" I reply "that's not the point though ; is it?" He says patronisingly. "I'll drive you" he adds. "Oh nonono you're not driving me" I say defiantly. "OK , look just because she died in a car crash doesn't mean -" I cut him out " I'll walk it then" I say reluctantly. The next day I phone my boss to tell him I’m coming in. He tells me that's great and to be there for 6:00. I reply in the affirmative.

I leave early ,as its a long walk, and find myself surprisingly relaxed. "I've missed fresh air" I think to myself. For the past 3 years I've been a shut-in (my brother bringing me food) but now it felt good to be outside. I arrived to work to find my colleges greet me as if I've just come back from a nice holiday. I resist the urge to tell them to get lost. The mundane, button-pushing job reminded me of a time before the accident , before I'd even met her. Going back to my job of 15 years made me feel contented. Not happy. Content.

Walking home, I had felt better than I had in ages. The sun was shining and I had my suit jacket slung over my back. Then I noticed her. She was as beautiful as I'd remembered. For a second I felt every damned emotion at once, such a strange sensation. I can't move and I'm hyperventilating. She is crossing the road in front of me without a care in the world. Then I black out. I awake to find a group of people gathered around me. "You was out for five minutes, mate" a burly cockney man said , before helping me up. "N-no I'm good," I reply. I look past the people onto the road in front of me. She is gone. Even the horrible pain on the back of my head from when I blacked out couldn't stop me from thinking of her.

When I arrived at my apartment I was still thinking of nothing but what happened. I tried to rationalise it but I couldn't. I decide to go back to the street the next day to see if she turned up. "She wont " I tell myself. "Your mind was playing tricks on you!" I add. Regardless I was still going to go. The next day I waited on the street on which I'd seen her. I waited for about 15 minutes thinking of what my brother would say if he knew I was here. But then I see her. I don't freeze up and I don't faint. The whole thing feels unreal and ,well , fake. That doesn't stop me calling her name. Shouting it like a madman on a soapbox. She approaches me with a look of expectancy on her face. Normally, that would surprise me but I didn't notice I was too caught up. "How-what-aint you dea- wha-," she cuts off my stuttering. " She speaks calmly and slowly as if I'm a young child. "I love you" she says. "How did you-" I begin but again she cuts me off. "Let me explain what happened," she says. But before she can explain she starts to drift away slowly. At this point I'm confused and stressed but at the same time I'm happy. So very happy. I begin to hope we can be together. I'm smiling despite the confusion." What happened wa-" she was stopped by 3 loud knocks. Still drifting further away from me I start to realise what's going on. Again I here 3 loud knocks. They don't seem to come from any direction they're just .... There. Then I awake to hear my brother shouting through the letter box. I pull on a stained shirt and jeans and take one last look at the bed. One side messy and dirty. The other side seemingly preserved. Walking towards the door I had a weird feeling of déjà vu. "Wondering if I had again dreamed of her I open the door to find my brother there.

title: [RF] A tragedy , not a comedy.

question: Where does the narrator live?

answer: The narrator is a shut-in, living in a double bed in an apartment. He only leaves his apartment to see a woman who gives him the chance of a new life.

critique: The narrator's apartment is not described as double bed.

critique: The answer is a bit misleading. He lives in an apartment, but he is not a shut-in.

critique: The narrator doesn't seem to have a life, new or old.

critique: The narrator's apartment is not described as a double bed.

critique: The narrator is Bruce, not the narrator.

critique: The narrator lives in an apartment, not a double bed.

text: "He only leaves his apartment to see a woman who gives him the chance of a new life." - this is incorrect and should be removed.

question: Why is the narrator shut into his apartment?

answer: He is mourning the loss of his partner.

critique: The narrator is not shut in because of mourning but because he has not left his apartment for three years.

critique: The narrator is not shut into his apartment because he is mourning the loss of his partner. He is shut into his apartment because he has been on compassionate leave for three years.

critique: It is omitted that she died in a car crash.

critique: The narrator isn't mourning the loss of an actual partner, but a woman who he loved but who died in a car crash.

critique: The narrator is mourning the loss of his girlfriend, not his partner.

critique: Doesn't mention that she died in a car crash.

question: What is the twist of the story?

answer: Bruce's dead girlfriend comes back to life and talks to him, but then she fades away again.

critique: The twist is that the girl Bruce sees is not his dead girlfriend, but a living woman.

critique: The girlfriend doesn't come back to life.

critique: The twist occurs after this, with the fact that she was never real.

critique: The girlfriend is not Bruce's dead girlfriend, she's a different woman who he sees on the street.

question: Describe the narrator's brother.

answer: The narrator's brother is named Lucas. He is always smartly dressed and is very concerned about his brother.

critique: "He is always smartly dressed and is very concerned about his brother." - this is irrelevant and should be deleted.

critique: The narrator's name is Bruce, not Lucas.

critique: The narrator's brother is only concerned with his brother's well-being.


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People everywhere are down on democracy. Especially young people. In fact, so rampant is democratic indifference and disengagement among millennials that a shocking share of them are open to trying something new—like, say, government by military coup.

That’s according to research by Yascha Mounk, a Harvard University researcher, and Roberto Stefan Foa, a political scientist at the University of Melbourne. The remit of their study, which the _Journal of Democracy_ will publish in January, analyzes historical data on attitudes toward government that spans various generations in North America, Western Europe, Australia, and New Zealand. They find that, across the board, citizens of stable liberal democracies have grown jaded about their government, say Mounk and Foa—and worse.

“[T]hey have also become more cynical about the value of democracy as a political system, less hopeful that anything they do might influence public policy,” they write in a previous article on their research (pdf) published in Jul. 2016, “and more willing to express support for authoritarian alternatives.”

And it’s among millennials that this “crisis of democratic legitimacy” is starkest. Young people today are more into political radicalism and exhibit less support for freedom of speech than previous generations, according to the July study. Consider some of the other data Mounk and Foa report:

-   OKAY WITH AUTOCRACY: Many fewer millennials in both Europe and the US object outright to military coups than their elders.

-   RIGHTS, SCHMIGHTS: Only around a third of US millennials see civil rights as ”absolutely essential” in a democracy, compared with 41% among older Americans. In the European Union, it’s 39% and 45%, respectively.
-   ELECTION OPTIONAL: More than a quarter of US millennials dismiss the importance of free elections to democracy. (Though rates are overall lower in Europe, millennials also agree at higher rates than older generations.)

-   THEY’RE JUST NOT THAT INTO IT: Back in 1990, majorities of both young and older people reported being interested in politics. For millennials, that’s no longer true.

Couldn’t you chalk this up to time-honored tendencies of youth disaffection?

Not really. For instance, in 1995, only 16% of American youngsters—those in their late teens and early 20s—thought democracy was a “bad” political system for their nation. In 2011, nearly a quarter of millennials did. Though the increase among European youth was less marked, it was still significant, say the researchers.

Yascha Mounk and Roberto Stefan Foa, “The Danger of Deconsolidation,” Journal of Democracy

It might be that since this particular generation of young people have grown up in highly stable democracies, they take democracy for granted. It would then stand to reason that, as Mounk and Foa found, millennials in the US and Europe are less likely to participate in conventional civic engagement.

But millennials aren’t doing much _unconventional _political action either. While one in 11 American baby-boomers had demonstrated in a political protest in the previous year, only one in 15 millennials had.

It’s not clear how this squares with real life. Sharp deteriorations in measures of democratic health presaged autocratic shifts in Poland and Venezuela, as the New York Times points out. But those were both much younger democracies than those in the US and Western Europe.

Still, recent events there aren’t exactly heartening. For instance, millennial Americans voted in far greater numbers for Hillary Clinton than her anti-democratic rival, Donald Trump. Then again, Clinton would have won in a landslide if Democratic-leaning millennials had voted. But too many of them simply didn’t.

UPDATE (DEC. 5, 2016, 12:30PM ET): _A previous version of this story included a chart published in the New York Times that, as the Monkey Cage blog points out, is misleading._

question: What does the text say about how millennials feel about democracy?

answer: Millennials are jaded about their government, and they have become more cynical about the value of democracy as a political system. They are less hopeful that anything they do might influence public policy, and more willing to express support for authoritarian alternatives.

critique: The passage did not mention what the negative effects of being less hopeful as people are less attentive to politics. The answer should reflect this.

critique: The answer should mention that millennials are less hopeful about democracy.


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SIR WILLIAM ARROL & CO. was a leading Scottish civil engineering and construction business founded by William Arrol and based in Glasgow. It built some of the most famous bridges in the United Kingdom including the second Tay Bridge, the Forth Bridge and Tower Bridge in London.

Early history

The Company was founded by William Arrol, born in Houston, Renfrewshire in 1839, the fourth child of Thomas Arrol, a cotton spinner. He started work at the age of nine in a cotton mill, having passed himself off as thirteen. In 1850, the family moved to Paisley and William found work at Coats’s Cotton Thread Manufacturing making bobbins. At the age of fourteen he was apprenticed to a blacksmith at Paisley, supplementing his practical education with night school classes and the purchase of books on engineering.[1]

At end of his apprenticeship William Arrol worked as a journeyman blacksmith with mixed success. Work was not easy to find and in 1858, now aged nineteen, he took a job at Ker’s factory at Paisley. Eventually he was engaged as a foreman at Laidlaw’s Engineering Works in Glasgow. Here he was entrusted with his first bridges: the Greenock and Ayrshire Railway at Greenock in 1885 and the West Pier at Brighton 1866. After two years, Arrol had saved enough money to set up with a friend as boiler and girder makers. However, they incurred heavy losses through non-payment by customers and the partnership was dissolved. On his own again with his small works in Glasgow, in 1871 he was given the construction of railway bridges on the Balerno line in Edinburgh.[2]

In 1872, now in his early thirties, Arrol left his old works and moved to Dalmarnock in south Glasgow. His first important contract was for a bridge over the Clyde at Bothwell for the North British Railway. This bridge, which was 120 feet above the water, was notable for Arrol’s introduction of the idea of building the girders on land and rolling them out pier to pier. In 1875 he built the first of the two great bridges for the Caledonian Railway over the Clyde. Faced by a strike by the riveters he invented a hydraulic riveting machine, later to enjoy widespread use in the shipbuilding industry. [3]

The Great Bridges

December 1879 saw the great Tay Bridge disaster where the railway bridge collapsed under the lateral pressure of high winds, barely a year after it had opened. William Arrol was awarded the contract for the new bridge. Construction of the new Tay Bridge was started in 1882 and it opened in 1887. Almost simultaneously, William Arrol was also working on the Forth Bridge. Construction began in 1882 and when it was opened in1890 it had the longest single cantilever bridge span in the world. William Arrol’s commitment to these two bridges was rewarded with a knighthood: Sir William Arrol & Company Ltd was incorporated in June 1893.[4] The completion of the two Scottish bridges gave Sir William Arrol an international reputation and in the succeeding years bridges were built around Great Britain, Europe and as far as Australia. Perhaps the best known was London’s Tower Bridge opened in 1894, where Sir William Arrol erected all the steel work.[5]

Diversification

The development of Dalmarnock Works to cope with Arrol’s increased business involved the construction of new buildings with large spans and roofs of steel and glass which let in light throughout the building. Their size allowed the installation of large overhead cranes with up to 100 tons lifting capacity. This became an activity in its own right as similar buildings were constructed for other companies.[6] Also arising out of Dalmarnock Works and bridgebuilding were cranes. particularly for shipbuilding; they had a loading capacity ranging from five to 150 tons. The most famous crane. the largest of its time, is the Titan Crane completed in 1907; a gigantic cantilever crane of 150-ton capacity. for John Brown & Company.[7] With this increased range of activity, the Dalmarnock Works occupied 17 acres and employed 2000 men plus thousands more working on outside contracts. Sir William died in 1913 but the Company continued as an independent entity until 1969.[8]

Notable projects

[View of the cantilever construction of the Forth Bridge] [The Forth Bridge built by Sir William Arrol & Co.|alt=Colour photograph of the Forth Bridge. ]

Bridges

Bridges built by the company include:

-   Caledonian Railway Bridge across the River Clyde completed in 1878
-   Tay Rail Bridge completed in 1887
-   Forth Bridge completed in 1890
-   Tower Bridge in London completed in 1894
-   North Bridge in Edinburgh completed in 1897
-   Redheugh Bridge in Newcastle upon Tyne completed in 1901
-   Connel Bridge completed in 1903
-   Nile Bridge at Cairo completed in 1908
-   Tees Transporter Bridge completed in 1911
-   Warrington Transporter Bridge completed in 1916
-   Keadby Bridge completed in 1916
-   Southwark Bridge in London completed in 1921
-   White Cart Bridge completed in 1923
-   Jubilee Bridge (Walney) completed in 1908
-   Jubilee Bridge (Queensferry) completed in 1927
-   Corporation Bridge in Grimsby completed in 1928
-   Wearmouth Bridge completed in 1929

[A closeup of the central section of the second Tay Bridge|alt=Colour photograph of the central section of the second Tay Bridge]

-   Tsoelike Suspension Bridge in Lesotho completed in 1930
-   Forth Road Bridge completed in 1964
-   Deptford Railroad Bridge completed in 1964
-   Severn Bridge completed in 1966
-   The second Craigellachie Bridge completed in 1970
-   The Humber Bridge completed in 1981

Cranes

-   Titan Clydebank, completed in 1907
-   Titan Crane, Fairfield, completed in 1911
-   250-ton crane, HMNB Portsmouth, dated 1912, demolished 1984[9]
-   Titan Crane, James Watt Dock Crane, completed in 1917
-   Titan Crane, Barclay Curle, completed in 1920
-   Blocksetter Travelling Titan (South African Harbours and Railways); for use at Durban, completed prior to 1932[10]
-   Blocksetter Travelling Hercules (South African Harbours and Railways); for use at Table Bay, completed prior to 1932[11]
-   Blocksetter Travelling Hercules; for use at Ceuta, completed prior to 1932[12]

Titanic

[Workers leaving the Harland & Wolff shipyard in early 1911. The RMS _Titanic_ can be seen in the background, underneath the Arrol Gantry.] The company was contracted by Harland and Wolff Shipyard, Belfast, to construct a large gantry (known as the Arrol Gantry) for the construction of three new super-liners, one of which was called the RMS _Titanic_. Like the ships themselves, the gantry crane was one of the largest built at the time, comparing with transporter bridges in length, height and capability.[13]

Hikitia

[Hikitia at the Taranaki St wharf in Wellington] The company also built the crane for the Hikitia in 1926, which is thought to be the last fully operational self-propelled steam crane in the world.

Demise of the business

The company was acquired by Clarke Chapman in 1969 and the Dalmarnock Works were closed in 1986.[14]

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[9] 20th Century Naval Dockyards, Devonport and Portsmouth Characterisation Report, Naval Dockyards Society, 2015

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title: Sir William Arrol & Co.

question: Summarize William Arrol's life before his thirties.

answer: William Arrol was born in 1839. He started work at the age of nine in a cotton mill. He worked in a cotton thread manufacturing making bobbins. He was apprenticed to a blacksmith at the age of fourteen. He worked as a journeyman blacksmith. He worked as a foreman at Laidlaw's Engineering Works.

critique: The answer omits the fact that Arrol worked as a boiler and girder maker.

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critique: The answer should mention his education.

critique: It's omitted that Arrol's first important contract was for a bridge over the Clyde at Bothwell for the North British Railway.

critique: The answer omits the fact that Arrol was given the construction of railway bridges on the Balerno line in Edinburgh.

critique: The answer omits the time period between his apprenticeship and his work at Laidlaw's Engineering Works.

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-The answer omitted that when Arrol was nineteen in 1858, he took a job at Ker’s factory at Paisley. It should include this.
-The answer omits that at Laidlaw’s Engineering Works in Glasgow, Arrol was entrusted his first bridge, the West Pier at Brighton, in 1866. It should mention this because it's an event before his thirties.
-The answer should mention that Arrol and his friend, who set up a partnership as boiler and girder makers, incurred heavy losses through non-payment by customers, and the partnership was dissolved.

question: What does the text say about why Dalmarnock Works had to close?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the company was acquired by Clarke Chapman in 1969 and the Dalmarnock Works were closed in 1986.

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text:
 Under the Rug
New neighbor moved in a few weeks ago downstairs. I don’t like him. I never even met him. The only thing I know is that he’s a chemist, calls himself an inventor. All he knows to invent are new ways to make me mad. He’s the kind of person that likes to take his work home with him. He works with Helium, a precious gas that will hopefully be wiped off the Earth. Though I never spoke to him, I know what he does. I feel it through the floor. He made a solid thing that floats. I heard thumping on my floor. The thump grew louder. There was a loud crash. The mad man broke my floor. I did not know that at the time, the object was contained in my rug. I panicked, so I grabbed my chair and threw it at the “bump” the object left. Ripping my rug, my chair landed on the floor below. He got the message, without a doubt. I lay awake during the next few nights waiting for his next attack. There was nothing other than the usual thumping that would drive me mad. One week passed, nothing; the thumping even stopped. That was the most soothing, peaceful week of my life. On the second week, he sent the helium object up again, breaking my newly fixed floor. Out of panic, I threw my chair again, breaking my rug again. To his surprise, my reaction was just and civil. I invited him to talk about how he will repay me. He made a promise to pay for any repairs necessary. Using my advanced persuasive skills, I made him tell me just when he would leave his apartment. I had a plan to sneak into his apartment and take some of that stuff that he calls “work.” I was going to let him taste his success, quite literally. The very next day I picked his lock, rummaged through his apartment only to find a gallon container filled with the stuff. It gave off a retched odor. I took a handful, put it in my pocket, locked his door and walked upstairs, knowing he would be back exactly three minutes past two. That was only twenty minutes away. As I entered my apartment, my mind raced with ideas. The only one that stood out, that was simple, yet clever, was to boil it and put it in tea. Yes, that would be perfect. I do my laundry and wash my hands; I set up several candles and spray air fresheners to steer away from the smell. Inviting him over was simple. Getting him to drink was the difficult task. He gladly sat down at the table while I brought over drinks. He rejected it. I then began using my persuasive skills to get him to drink. He then gave me a look as if he was sick of me. That’s how I know it worked. He took a sip and I smiled. I told him to drink up, and he did. He said he felt weak. I told him to lie down as he fell unconscious. By now, the tea got to his blood stream and in his heart. It must have started to clog his heart. He got weaker and weaker until I heard his last words “What is happening to me?” As he lay there, dead at 3.a.m. in my apartment, I grabbed a garbage bag and slipped him the hole through that he created. Knowing the evidence was not hidden, my plan started to turn into Swiss cheese. The body bag hit the floor with a thump. My heart started racing. I thought that the noise would be alarming and a neighbor would barge in while I stand peering over a dead body in a trash bag. I dashed downstairs. Opening the bag, I started to smell his dead body. I lift this man, who was surprisingly heavy, and lifted him on the couch. I moved his gallon of solid helium next to him. Later, I rummaged through his kitchen and made some tea. I spilled some in the sink and set it on the coffee table next to him. Going back upstairs, I entered my apartment. I took my helium covered jacket and burned it.

title: First short story I ever wrote for school, not quite finished, this is my first draft, feedback would be appreciated.

question: Describe what happens to the narrator's floor.

answer: The narrator's new neighbor is a chemist who works with Helium. The narrator hears a loud crash and discovers that the neighbor has broken his floor.

critique: It is omitted that the narrator's neighbor sends the helium object up again, breaking the narrator's newly fixed floor.

critique: The neighbor's experiments are what break the floor.

critique: The answer can be clearer as to what "the neighbor" broke.

critique: The neighbor doesn't break the floor, he breaks the rug.

critique: The neighbor's actions are not the only reason the narrator's floor is broken.

critique: The answer should mention that the neighbor broke the floor with an object that floats.

critique: The neighbor's work is not the only thing that breaks the floor.

question: Describe how the narrator decides to get revenge on the scientist.

answer: The narrator decides to get revenge on the scientist by poisoning him.

critique: The narrator does not poison the scientist. He makes him drink a tea made from the scientist's work.

critique: The narrator does not directly poison the scientist, but makes him ingest helium via tea.

critique: The narrator does not poison him. He makes him drink tea with the solid helium.

critique: The narrator is not poisoning the scientist. The scientist will be poisoned by the tea.

critique: The narrator doesn't poison the scientist. He just makes him drink tea with the solid helium in it.

critique: The narrator does not poison the scientist.

critique: The narrator does not poison the scientist. He makes him drink tea with the solid helium in it.

text: The method could be elaborated upon: the narrator poisons the scientist by making him drink tea that contains the scientist's experimental helium.

question: Describe what happens after the scientist drinks the tea.

answer: The scientist dies and the narrator is able to dispose of his body.

critique: The answer is a bit vague and doesn't fully describe what happens to the scientist.

critique: The answer does not mention the effects of the tea.

critique: The narrator does not dispose of the body.

critique: The narrator is not able to dispose of the body.

critique: It is omitted that the man feels weak first.

critique: The answer should mention that the scientist dies from the tea.

text: The answer could mention that the narrator does their best to hide the evidence of their crim, such as burning their helium-covered jacket.

question: Describe every experiment done with Helium in the story.

answer: The chemist downstairs takes Helium home with him. He makes a solid thing that floats. He sends the Helium object up again, breaking the floor. He makes a promise to pay for repairs. The protagonist breaks into his apartment, takes a handful of the stuff, and boils it to put in tea.

critique: The response misses to mention that the chemist sends the Helium object up again, breaking the floor.

critique: Does not mention that the chemist uses the tea to kill the narrator.

critique: The response misses to mention that the protagonist uses the tea to kill the chemist.

critique: The response misses to mention that the protagonist uses the Helium to kill the chemist.

critique: It is omitted that the protagonist puts the Helium in tea, which kills the chemist.

critique: It is omitted that the chemist puts the gas in the dead man's heart to make it clog so that he dies.

text: It is irrelevant to state that the chemist promises to pay for repairs--that is not an experiment.


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By Michael O’Neill

On December 5, the Bank of Canada (BoC) high-stepped to the tune of “Canadian rates are marching nowhere” as it left its benchmark overnight rate unchanged at 1.75%. That was widely expected. What wasn’t expected was the dovish policy statement, which contrasted sharply with what they said on October 24.

You will recall that in October, the BoC described the global economic outlook as solid and noted that the US economy was especially robust.  They sounded relieved about the US Mexico Canada Agreement (USMCA) on trade and suggested it would reduce investment uncertainty.They raised interest rates by 0.25% at that meeting, despite noting risks from the China/US trade conflict, and rising financial market volatility.

A mere forty-three days later, they pulled a U-turn. They said the moderation in global expansion was expected but then tacitly admitted they got the US/China trade dispute wrong.They said: “Recent encouraging developments at the G-20 meetings are a reminder that there are upside as well as downside risks around trade policy.”  They are the central bank of Canada, and they shouldn’t need a reminder about downside risks to trade policy.

They patted themselves on the back for predicting third-quarter growth but then acknowledged momentum was slowing.  hey pointed out oil prices were sharply lower than they were at the October 24 meeting but seemed to “gloss” over the negative impact of falling prices on Canada GDP.

Western Canada Select, (WCS) Alberta’s benchmark crude export is trading at a Canadian dollar discount of $31.83/barrel from West Texas Intermediate, (WTI) the North American benchmark. The discount would have been worse if Alberta didn’t curtail production by 325,000 barrels/day.

The BoC based its economic forecasts in the October Monetary Policy report using oil prices of $70/barrel for WTI and $35.00/b for WCS.  WCS is over $5.00/b below the October forecast. That discount could get worse if Saudi Arabia is unable to coerce other Opec members and Russia to agree to added production cuts.  Even then, the cuts may not be enough.  Iran said it wouldn’t consider any production adjustments while it was under sanctions and Qatar is quitting the cartel in January. Arguably, the BoC may have understated the risks to the domestic economy from weak oil prices.

Oil prices are under threat from concerns about a global economic slowdown due to the ongoing US/China trade war.  President Trump and President Jinping left their Argentina dinner with what appears to be different conclusions. The American president is notorious for citing facts that he seems to pull from an alternative universe.  His tweet that China was cutting tariffs on US cars hasn’t been confirmed or acknowledged by China.  Trump appointed Robert Lighthizer as the chief trade negotiator for the Americans.  Some analysts believe the move signals the US will take a hard line in the talks.  Fears of failure or protracted negotiations will likely continue to weigh on global growth.

The Canadian dollar was hammered following the release of the BoC statement.  Traders were caught off-guard by the dovish tone.  The tone forced some economists to trim their rate hike forecasts for 2019, from four increases, to as low as two.  The statement downgraded January rate hike expectations as well.

Regardless of the latest reaction, the outlook for the Canadian dollar is fluid.  The BoC may be an important factor in price direction, but it is not everything.  The currency is also influenced by broad US dollar movements against the G-10 major currencies, and the Fed is a major influence of those moves.

The US dollar has been on a roller-coaster ride for the past month.  Federal Reserve Chairman Jerome Powell was believed to have taken a dovish turn last week when he described US interest rates as “just below” the subjective “neutral level.” Two months earlier, he described those same rates as an “a long way from neutral.  That sparked a bond market sell-off, a stock market rally and a sharply weaker US dollar.  Since then, renewed China/US trade concerns, and falling oil prices triggered a shift to “safe-haven” assets and the greenback recouped its losses.   The Canadian dollar wasn’t considered a safe-haven, and it sank.

Ongoing European Union issues and the UK Brexit debate add to market fickleness.  Another consideration for outsized FX moves is poor liquidity.  The latest round of volatility occurred during the run-up to the American Thanksgiving holidays.  The National Day of Mourning for the late George H. W. Bush on December 5 created another void.

If you believe in Santa Claus, it is safe to take the latest FX moves and the BoC statement at face value.  If not, you should regard them with a jaundiced eye.  On December 6, BoC Governor Stephen Poloz addresses CFA Society Toronto, at 5:50 am PST.  His speech is titled “Economic Progress Report and financial stability.” A press conference follows.   Traders will try to discover if the BoC has shifted policy or merely miscommunicated it.  Mr Poloz is the bandmaster and markets will march to the beat of his drum.

question: What are some of the implications of the stagnation of the Canadian dollar?

answer: The Canadian dollar was hammered following the release of the BoC statement. The statement downgraded January rate hike expectations as well.

critique: The implications of the stagnation of the Canadian dollar are not mentioned in the passage.

critique: The answer does not mention the implications of the stagnation of the Canadian dollar.

critique: The answer does not answer the question.

question: What is (former) President Trump's plan for dealing an impending oil crisis, and how is it related to the Canadian dollar?

answer: No answer

critique: The article does mention Trump's plan for dealing with the oil crisis.

question: Summarize the connection between the Canadian dollar and the oil trade.

answer:
The Canadian dollar is being hammered following the release of the BoC statement. This is because traders were caught off-guard by the dovish tone. The dovish tone forced some economists to trim their rate hike forecasts for 2019, from four increases, to as low as two. This has also impacted January rate hike expectations.

The BoC may be an important factor in price direction, but it is not everything. Another factor is the fall in oil prices. The Canadian dollar wasn't considered a safe haven, and it sank.

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

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

text: Though the passage mentions oil prices in relation to the Canadian Dollar, the connection between the two is not explained.

question: What are the implications of the meek wording of Canada's statements regarding their weakening dollar?

answer: The Canadian dollar is getting hammered by a global economic slowdown due to the ongoing US-China trade war. The U.S. dollar is on a roller coaster ride and the Canadian dollar is not considered to be a safe haven.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: The answer should mention that the BoC may be an important factor in price direction, but it is not everything.

critique: The answer should mention the dovish tone of the BoC.

critique: The first sentence is not evidence to support the claim. However, the second sentence is.

critique: This answer is a bit circular. The first sentence should be rephrased.

critique: The answer is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The answer should mention that the Canadian dollar is also influenced by the Fed.


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MALIK IKHTIYAR-UD-DIN ALTUNIA was a ruler of Bengal and Bhatinda (Punjab) and was the lover and husband of Razia Sultan and a military general of the Delhi Sultanate under the Mamluk Dynasty.

Mirza Altunia born was Something around 1204 at Bhatinda , Punjab

  Born       1204
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  Spouse     Razia Sultan
  Died       13 October 1240 Delhi, India
  Religion   Sunni Islam

Early life

He was given the charge of sharab-dar [office the care of the liquors] and after sometime when Sultan Itutmish saw the bravey and manliness in him he gave him the office of Sar Chatar-dar [Head of the state canopy- bearers]. During the reign of Razia Sultan , he stood by her like a pillar through thick and thin times. He helped her break the 40 Amirs and strengthen her rule, he also helped her in over throwing the rule of Shah Turkan and her son ,Ruknuddin Firoz who were very cruel. Due to his services to her and the Sultanate, she made him the Governer of Bhatinda which was under the rule of the Delhi Sultanate.

Some historians say that, it was because of Malik Altunia's undying support and protective shield towards her, that she managed to rule successfully for four years. This fact made sense because, after he left for Bhatinda the Turkish nobles started to conspire against her and spread rumors about her and Jamal-ud-Din Yaqut, an Abyssinian Siddi (Habshi) slave, and she began to meet her downfall.

Love for Razia Sultan

Altunia and Razia were childhood friends, some claim them to be childhood sweethearts. He had aimed to be her royal consort one day, but Razia's busy life and heavy responsibility as a Sultan wasn't something that she could overlook. Hence she kept turning down his repeated proposals for marriage. When he became the governor of Bhatinda, Razia started relying on an Abyssinian Slave named Jamaluddin Yaqut who was loyal to the Sultana. Yaqut in a short span had acquired great position and rank. From a simple Amir-i-Akhur (Lord of the stables), he became Amir-ul-Umra (Chief of the Nobles). The position of Amir-ul-Umra was earlier held only by a Turk of highest order. The growing rumour between the illicit relationship between Yaqut and Razia made him jealous and so he led a rebellion against her .

It is now accepted that Malik Altunia was her first and last love. The rumors of Yaqut were only spread by Turkish nobles to put the Sultana's image down. Many well known historians also believe that the rebellion was simply a way of getting her back and to protect her from the evil eyes of people like Kabir Khan and the Turkish Nobles who always wanted her downfall because they could not accept a woman sitting on the throne. Mount Elphiston describes Malik Altunia in his book as “the safest hands Sultan Razia could ever be placed in.”

A battle ensued between the lovers, Yaqut was killed and Razia was captured and taken as prisoner. While in prison, she was kept in royalty and Altunia visited her regularly. She was allowed to go to Hajirattan mosque to offer prayers on Fridays in a special palki. The changing nature and extreme care melted the anger of Razia Sultan and she won him over once again with her love clearing the misunderstandings once and for all. As a result she was released and the lovers got married.

Death

By the way after their marriage they stayed together for months and not ultimately waged war against Bahram as written on many fake sites. Altunia , brought forth Sultan Razia from the fortress of Bhatinda , assembled forces, and marched towards the capital.However, their plan had little chance to get success still they tried. Both Razia and Mirja were defeated on October 1240. They fled Delhi and reached Kaithal the next day, where their remaining forces abandoned them. They both fell into the hands of Jats and were robbed and killed on the date corresponds to October 13, 1240.

There is a claimed burial site where Razia Sultana was buried in Kaithal and Altunia was also buried next to her.There was also a masjid nearby.

Viceroy of India (Lord Linlithgow) in 1938 came to kaithal to visit Razia's tomb. He approved a special grant for the restoration of the tomb. After that Director General Archaeology India visited the tomb but due to second world war, the grant could not be spent on the restoration.

A.H. 638 (October 1240). They fled Delhi and reached Kaithal the next day, where their remaining forces abandoned them. They both fell into the hands of Jats and were robbed and killed on the 25th of Rabi' al-awwal A.H. 638, this date corresponds to October 13, 1240. but unfortunately both were killed by jats and robbers. (This is the most accepted version of history).

In popular culture

In 2015, &TV started airing a TV series on the life of Razia Sultan, starring Rohit Purohit as Malik Altunia which highlighted both, her tough journey towards becoming a Sultan and her much spoken about passionate love life with Altunia .

title: Malik Altunia

question: What are the factors behind Razia Sultan's longevity as a ruler of Delhi?

answer: The support of her lover and husband, Malik Altunia.

critique: It is omitted that Razia Sultan was the ruler of Delhi for four years.

critique: While this is true, it is not the only factor.

critique: It is omitted that Razia Sultan was a ruler of Bengal and Bhatinda.

critique: This response needs to have more details/factors surrounding her longevity as a ruler.