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Listen to today's Laugh Again with Phil Callaway, "Hear Hear." Enjoy!

This fresh, springy cheese sears instead of melting, meaning it works like other proteins in many preparations. Anney and Lauren dig into the science and history of paneer.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This week the guys talk when it's appropriate to cut off an elderly person, Craig makes too much rice, Chris  S. yells at a girl while driving, someone in the group gets hit with a debt collection notice, we look into the etymology of a cuss word, Chase is perplexed by blind people, and someone in the group has phantosmia. Whole 9 Hotline: 978-315-0332 Twitter/Instagram/TikTok: @TW9Ypod Pesto's Instagram: ayo_its_pesto Jenna's Cookie Instagram: jsprinks_Cookies Summer TW9Y Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2EFlNuacwADNFBv2EPh9rU?si=455074d604dd4874 

Janet shares how to hear the precious Voice of God!! Hey Guys!! This week's podcast is so yummy!! It's like honey to my lips! To know God's sweet voice and to hear Him is PRICELESS!! Did you know that God is speaking? Did you know that God is speaking to YOU? Yes!! Let's dive in.  Here are the words in Hebrew that I spoke about in the podcast.   Words  in Hebrew Mind…….Yetzer…………..to imagine, the image of, mind IN the heart Word……Dabar………….. the reality of, the reality being experienced, Read……Qara……………. to encounter, to read is to encounter the author Think……HHASHAV ………to design, to invent, to seal upon our hearts the intentions of our lives.   Isaiah 30:21 And your ears will hear a word behind you, “This is the way, walk in it,” whenever you turn (choose the right)  to the right or to the left (or make a left)   Let's break this down!  Your EARS Hebrew for ears is: ̓ōzen – ear, hearing; (figuratively) "the instrument by which speech and orders are noted – not the brain, as with us.  Hence, the ear is the seat of insight" The mastoid bone is the large bone behind your ear that is highly sensitive to hearing. It has a honeycomb-like structure with air spaces called mastoid cells that help maintain the middle ear's air space. Psalms 119:101-104 101 I have restrained my feet from every evil way, That I may keep Thy word. (Dabar) 102 I have not turned aside from Thine ordinances, For Thou Thyself hast taught me. (Taught in Hebrew is yarâ – means, throw, shoot, hit the target "spot on”; by transmitting information "right on-target"; one who effectively teaches. Straight to the EAR….He who has an ear HEAR what the Lord says! 103 How sweet are Thy words to my taste! Yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth! (Word in Hebrew here is not Dabar but something different; it's  'imrah – a spoken word, particularly a "personal promise" (as in Psalms and Proverbs,) – a dynamic word from God birthed in the heart (mind) of the surrendered believer. This brings strength where there is weakness, comfort in distress, deliverance when no human help suffices, etc.   104 From Thy precepts I get understanding; Therefore I hate every false way. (Precepts in Hebrew is: piqqûd̠îm (always plural, only occurs in Psalms) – precepts, focusing on the controlling principle ("why") that directs the "what" (the content of a law, direction, decision, etc.). Understanding in Hebrew is: ) bîn – nmeans to distinguish between " look a likes" – to discern the inner make-up of something to accurately discriminate; get to the inner reality (root) of a matter, like differentiating the genuine from the counterfeit; distinguishing between pretenders (phonies) which act as substitutes for the real thing – perceiving when something "looks good but smells bad"; "discriminating intelligence," separating the true and the false ("distinguishing things that differ"); discernment focused at its end life-application.   Ears will HEAR Hear in Hebrew is šāmaʽ – properly, to hear, especially to obey (implement) what is heard – i.e. hearing with follow-up. (šāma‛) implies taking heed and acting on what is heard – i.e. conscientiously responding to audible or inner hearing (like when receiving faith from God). Reflection: Inner spiritual hearing discerns God's persuasions – hearing His voice through Scripture and communing with Him.  Receiving faith from God always requires response – a faith-work done through His power and hence brings righteousness (the approval of God).   A Response is: Hab 2:1, "And will watch to see what He will say in me" (not "to me").  Keil-Delitzch (at Hab 2:1), Mt 11:15: "He who has ears to hear, let him hear (LISTEN) Mt 13:10-15: “10 And the disciples came and said to Him, 'Why do You speak to them in parables?'   11Jesus answered them, 'To you it has been granted to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it has not been granted.  12 For whoever has, to him more shall be given, and he will have an abundance; but whoever does not have, even what he has shall be taken away from him.   13 Therefore I speak to them in parables; because while seeing they do not see, and while [physically] hearing they do not [spiritually] hear, nor do they understand.   14 In their case the prophecy of Isaiah is being fulfilled, which says, "you will keep on [physically] hearing, but will not understand; you will keep on seeing, but will not perceive;   for the heart of this people has become dull, with their ears they scarcely hear, and they have closed their eyes, otherwise they would see with their eyes [spiritually], hear with their ears [spiritually], and understand with their heart and return, and I would heal them" '" (NASB). SO, TO HEAR IS TO LISTEN & OBEY   Will hear a WORD Word……Dabar………….. the reality of, the reality being experienced, expresses "conversing that gets through" – envisioning the state of understanding of the listener and the clarity of the speaker.     Will hear a word behind you saying, “this is the WAY” Way in Hebrew means: derek –  a well-worn road, highway, one's whole journey (over-all way) of life, rooted in timeless moral-spiritual realities. These are established by God's own nature, the principles of life set by God to experience maximum meaning in one's life-journey. The significance of each scene of life then is both just and predictable as God has connected their eternal values before the foundation of the world. This is the way, WALK in it WALK in Hebrew is: halak – proceed, taking the needed action step(s) – going intentionally to the next place or stage (destination); moving on, walking forward with necessary effort and its resultant progress; THE PURSUIT OF LIFE….LIVING OUT WHAT HAS BEEN SPOKEN!   Whenever you turn to the right or to the left TURN in Hebrew means to choose.  If you choose to go to the right or your choose to go to the left. Hiphil  verb stems  shows the doer acts intentionally – convinced of its necessity – so carrying through ("making it happen") by taking the implied action-step.   Jeremiah 29:11 says, `For I know the plans that I have for you,' declares the Lord, `plans for prosperity (a state of wholeness that involves three things: a breath through, so you can breath forth, then you will break out) and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.   Words  in Hebrew FOR I KNOW….Mind…….Yetzer…………..to imagine, the image of, mind IN the heart MY WORD WILL BRING YOU LIFE…NOT DESTRUCTION OR CALAMITY Word……Dabar………….. the reality of, the reality being experienced, WHEN YOU READ MY WORD YOU EXPERIENCE AND ENCOUNTER ME……Read……Qara……………. to encounter, to read is to encounter the author I know the PLANS: /Thoughts….Think……HHASHAV ………to design, to invent, to seal upon our hearts the intentions of our lives.   Isaiah 30:21 And your ears will hear a word behind you, “This is the way, walk in it,” whenever you turn (choose the right)  to the right or to the left (or make a left)

News Virtual fences can benefit both ranchers and wildlife Main Topic:  Rabbit ear health This week we discuss a UK paper about ear health and quality of life in pet rabbits of differing ear conformations. See: Ear health and quality of life in pet rabbits of differing ear conformations: A UK survey VetGurus Merchandise - VetGurus Etsy Store VetGurus Shop Checkout the VetGurus range of quirky, distinctive branded items. All purchases help support our podcast , helping pay for our production costs. So the bonus for you is that you get some great merchandise and you feel good inside for supporting us - win:win. So click on this link and get shopping. Order now: VetGurus Shop. Say Hi! Send us an email: VetGurus@Gmail.com. We love hearing from our listeners - give us a yell now! Become a Patron Become a Patron of VetGurus: Support us by 'throwing a bone' to the VetGurus - a small regular donation to help pay for our production costs. It's easy; just go to our Patreon site. You can be a rabbit.. or an echidna.. one day we are hoping for a Guru level patron! https://www.patreon.com/VetGurus Support our Sponsors Chemical Essentials. Cleaning and disinfection products and solutions for a wide variety of industries throughout Australia, as well as specific markets in New Zealand, Singapore and Papua New Guinea. The sole importer of the internationally acclaimed F10SC Disinfectant and its related range of advanced cleaning, personal hygiene and animal skin care products. Specialised Animal Nutrition. Specialised Animal Nutrition is the Australian distributor of Oxbow Animal Health products. Used and recommended by top exotic animal veterinarians around the globe,  the Oxbow range comprises premium life-staged feeds and supportive care products for small herbivores. Microchips Australia: Microchips Australia is the Australian distributor for: Trovan microchips, readers and reading systems; Lone Star Veterinary Retractor systems and Petrek GPS tracking products. Microchips Australia is run by veterinarians experienced in small and large animal as well as avian and exotic practice, they know exactly what is needed for your practice. About Our Podcast The veterinary podcast about veterinary medicine and surgery, current news items of interest, case reports and anecdotes. Wait: It's not all about veterinary matters! We also discuss other areas we are passionate about, including photography and wildlife. Thanks for joining us - Brendan and Mark. Our podcast is for veterinarians, veterinary students and veterinary nurses/technicians. If you are at pet owner please search elsewhere - there are lots of great podcasts aimed specifically at pet owners. Disclaimer Any discussion of medical or veterinary matters is of a general nature. Consult a veterinarian with experience in the appropriate field for specific information relating to topics mentioned in our podcast or on our website.

S2 E10 Greg shares his experience with the pamphlet Understanding Anonymity.  Meeting Shrapnel discusses "What you see here, let it stay here, Hear Hear!!", "There's a journey from "me" to "we", and "You either get locked up, covered up, or sober up!" If you have a comment, suggestion or question email Shank and Wayne at freedom@alcoholicsalive.com 

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Mr. Raj is a criminal lawyer and he is the sole proprietor of Surian (his firm). Mr.Raj got involved in these particular associations and activities because he used to do pro bono cases. He shares his experience in how and why he started to become more active in those activities particularly involving freedom of speech, assembly & association in Malaysia. #UMCT #Constilit

#dogman #scary #wolf #dogman #LBL #landbetweenthelakes #kentucky #Tennessee #woods #howls #growls #reports #investigation #investigations #scary #grizzlyonthehunt #witness #witnesses #coverups #police #fishandwildlife #true #truth #legends #legend #history #chase #wolf #hindlegs #coverup #coverups #opendoor What would you do having a family of Bigfoot and Sasquatches living on your property? The things they do to her! The thing she has done for them. They cloak! Got on camera! This sounds crazy but she is credible, honest and nothing to gain. True encounters. Listen to the events over the years. What are we actually dealing with? This tells me we are dealing with more than what we think. What are these creatures really? Are we mentally prepared to handle the truth? Does this explain the wild encounters that are reported? Tell me? --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/grizzly-onthehunt/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/grizzly-onthehunt/support

Sermon preached by Harry Fujiwara on Luke 8:16-21

Are you feeling merry as a grig? Or merry as a pismire? Pert as a pearmonger? Fit as a fiddle? Where do these idioms come from? Do they make life more fun? If you've ever wanted to be in a room full of expert etymologists, this is your ticket. Anatoly Liberman, author of TAKE MY WORD FOR IT: A Dictionary of English Idioms, is joined in conversation by Ari Hoptman and J. Lawrence (Larry) Mitchell. After listening, you will be informed, you will be enthralled, and most importantly, you will never sign off on another letter or e-mail with “All best” again. We are not talking through our hats here. That's the cheese!Episode references:Notes & Queries, a long-running quarterly scholarly journal est. 1849James H. Murray, primary editor of the Oxford English DictionaryTheodore Francis (T. F.) PowysVirginia WoolfGod's Acre (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)Walter W. Skeat (the author of still the most authoritative English etymological dictionary)

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KRLD CEO Spotlight with Jason Kidd, CEO, Lucid Hearing, LLC

The January 6 Committee neared the end of its historic turn on the national stage with a hearing that focused relentlessly on the central role of former President Donald Trump in orchestrating the various schemes to prevent the peaceful transfer of power to President Biden. A fantastic panel with deep knowledge and experience - Congresswoman Zoe Lofgren, Carol Leonnig, and Andrew Weissmann - joins Harry to assess the hearing and consider where the Committee, and the country, goes from here.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Welcome to the boymomunited podcast prayerline. The scripture we are using to pray this week is from Proverbs 4:1, “Hear, my children, the instruction of a father, and give attention to know understanding” At a time when all manner of things that are competing with our spiritual attentiveness, we must warfare for our children to hear and be attentive to the voice of the Father.

Meskerem Mees blinkt op de line-up van Hear Hear. Ze kijkt er naar uit om op het podium te staan, maar ze wil zelf ook graag naar heel wat artiesten gaan kijken. Haar favoriete artiest staat echter niet op de affiche: Jamie T. Jamie T is een grote naam in het Verenigd Koninkrijk, maar bij ons is een pak minder bekend bij het grote publiek. Daar wil Meskerem verandering in brengen…

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In the episode the RBM crew discusses the 3rd series win in a row for the Mariners, Dave Sims validation, constructive criticism for the coaching staff, position players pitching,  and T-Mobile Park vaccine shot superstition theories ...  Live from the Vault 177 in Shoreline, WA. 

The Puffy Loaf corporation takes the next "logical" step to make their bread fluffier and lighter ...possibly lighter than air.  (adapted by Julie Hoverson from the story by Fritz Leiber, published in 1958) ***************************************** Editing and Sound:  Julie Hoverson Cover Design:  Julie Hoverson (with help from Brett Coulstock) What Kind of a place is it? Why it's a lovely white bread future (by way of 1958) can't you tell? Cast List Megera Winterly - Melissa Pang Roger Snedden - Russell Gold Phineas T. Gryce - Glen Hallstrom Tin Philosopher - Jerry Bennett Rose Thinker - Kris Keppeler   Congresswoman - Sharon Delong Aide - Steve Guy Robot Tour Guide - Derek M. Koch (Mail Order Zombie) Henpecked pilot - Jack Hosley (Wander Radio) Kathy - Kim Poole (Warp'd Space) June - Shelbi McIntyre Preacher - Ferguson (Cadavertrax) Child - Spawn of Ferguson Radio Moscow1 - Reynaud LeBoeuf Government Official -  Master Payne Radio Moscow2 - Julie Hoverson Delhi Telefax - Ayoub Khote General - Bryan Hendrickson Scientist - Frederick Greenhalgh (Final Rune Productions) Doomsayer - Danar Hoverson Father O'Malley - Clarence Fanshaw Geneva telefax - Julie Hoverson Hawker1 - Jeff Pittman Hawker2 - Jeff Taylor Hawker3 - Shayla Conrad-Simms Hawker4 - Mark Olson Hawker5 - Connor Olson News1 - Jerry Bennett News2 - Julie Hoverson Naturalist - Brett Coulstock News - Jerry Bennett Radio Moscow - Reynaud LeBoeuf Russian Wife - Gwendolyn-Jensen Woodard Arabic Storyteller -   Terry Cooper Interviewer - Ellen Vickery Climber1 - J. Christopher Dunn Climber2 - Mark Olson Climber3 - Brody Walker (Rainbow Reels Cinema) [Anyone not mentioned was probably Julie Hoverson.....] ********************************************* BREAD OVERHEAD (From the story by Fritz Leiber, printed in Galaxy in 1958). Cast: [Opening credits - Olivia] MAIN STORY SCENES: MEGERA Winterly (F20s-30s), Secretary in Chief ROGER Snedden (M30s), Assistant Secretary Phineas T. GRYCE (M50s), chairman of the board ROSE THINKER (F/any), optimistic robot TIN PHILOSOPHER (M/any), serious robot   INTERVENING SCENES Scenes 1 & 3 Congresswoman (F40s) Aide (any) Tourguide (any) Scene 5 Hungover man Scene 7 June, housewife Kathy, housewife Scene 9 Preacher Child Congregation [crowd] Scene 11 Radio Moscow Government Press Release Scene 13 Delhi Telefax Scene 15 Moderator General Scientist Crowd [cheers] Scene 17 Doomsayer TV Host Father O'Malley Scene 19 Stockholm Telefax Scene 21 Hawker1 Hawker2 Hawker3 Hawker4 Scene 23 News1 News2 Scene 25 Naturalist Scene 27 Reporter Radio Moscow Scene 28 Russian girl Russian grunt Russian wife Scene 29 Arabic Storyteller Scene 30 Interviewer (talking to survivors of a rock climbing incident) Member1 Member2 Member3 _______________________________________________________________________ OLIVIA     Did you have any trouble finding it?  What do you mean, what kind of a place is it?  Why, it's a lovely white bread future by way of 1958, can't you tell?  MUSIC SCENE 1.    SOUND     OUTDOOR NOISES, MACHINERY CONGRESSWOMAN    As your duly elected congresswoman, I am so pleased to be able to come here and officiate at this... very splendid and worthwhile uh ...endeavor. AIDE    New bread making plant. CONGRESSWOMAN    [quiet] Bread making?  It looks like a giant robot centipede!  AIDE    [duh!] The tour?  They're about to-- TOURGUIDE    So pleased to see you, Congresswoman.  If you would step right this way? CONGRESSWOMAN    [confident] I am so pleased to be able to be the first to see your new breadmaking facility. TOURGUIDE    This is a great step forward [chuckles] in every sense of the word - for breadmaking, for the United States, and of course for the Puffy Loaf Corporation. MUSIC SCENE 2.    AMB    PUFFYLOAF OFFICE MUSIC SOUND    SWOOSH DOOR, HUSHED FOOTSTEPS MEGARA    [striding in] Why don't you jump out the window, Roger, remembering to shut the airlock after you?  You have about as much chance of talking me into marriage as a starving Ukrainian kulak now that Moscow's clapped on the interdict. ROGER    [bringing up the rear] A lot of things are going to be different around here, Meg, as soon as the Board is forced to admit that only my quick thinking made it possible to bring the name of Puffy loaf in front of the whole world. MEGARA    [musing] Puffy loaf could do with a little of that.  The way sales have been, it won't be long before Fairy Bread just waltzes right in and asks us to take the Big Jump. But just where does your quick thinking come in? You can't be referring to the helium--that was Rose Thinker's brainwave. ROGER    Well, I-- MEGARA    You've birthed another promotional bumble, Roger. I can see it in your eyes. I only hope it's not as big a one as when you put the Martian ambassador on 3D, live, and he thanked you profusely for the gross of Puffy loaves, assuring you that he'd never slept on a softer mattress in all his life! ROGER    Listen to me, Meg. Today--yes, today!--you're going to see the Board eating out of my hand. MEGARA    Hah! I guarantee you won't have any fingers left. You're bold enough now, but when Mr. Gryce and those two big robots come through that door-- ROGER    Now wait a minute, Meg-- MEGARA    Hush! They're coming now! SOUND    DOOR SWOOSH MUSIC SCENE 3.    AMB    OUTDOORS TOURGUIDE    Each of our walking mills is a self-contained production factory.  CONGRESSWOMAN    Spike to loaf in one operation? TOURGUIDE    [pleased] You've read our literature. CONGRESSWOMAN    Of course.  [whispered]  Thanks, Hank. AIDE    Right. CONGRESSWOMAN    So it-- uh-- AIDE    Crawls all over the field, harvesting the wheat--? TOURGUIDE    Harvests, threshes, quick-dries, and grinds. CONGRESSWOMAN    Impressive. TOURGUIDE    Ah, but that's just the front half. AIDE    Of course - it must bake as well. CONGRESSWOMAN    And then bread comes out the - um - the "southern" end? TOURGUIDE    [chortles]  Why don't we go and see?  Hop on. SOUND    DOORS CLOSE, CAR MOVES CONGRESSWOMAN    Why, they're terribly long, aren't they? TOURGUIDE    Thirty gleaming and fully-automated yards of breadmaking efficiency! CONGRESSWOMAN    What's... that? TOURGUIDE    What? CONGRESSWOMAN    Up there? AIDE    Soviet spy planes? CONGRESSWOMAN    They're awfully small for planes. TOURGUIDE    [alarm] Oh my goodness!  It's-- it's--- MUSIC SCENE 4.     MEGARA    [singing the company jingle]  Made up of tiny wheaten motes And reinforced with sturdy oats, It rises through the air and floats-- The bread on which all Terra dotes! TIN PHILOSOPHER    Thank you, Miss Winterly.  Though a purely figurative statement, that bit about rising through the air always gets me--here. SOUND    CLANG AS HE TAPS HIS CHEST TIN PHILOSOPHER    This is a historic occasion in Old Puffy's long history, the inauguration of the helium-filled loaf-- ROSE THINKER    So Light It Almost Floats Away! TIN PHILOSOPHER    --in which that inert and heaven-aspiring gas replaces old-fashioned carbon dioxide.  Kudos for Rose Thinker, whose bright relays genius-sparked the idea‑‑ ROSE THINKER    [titters] TIN PHILOSOPHER    --and also for Roger Snedden, who took care of the ... nuts and bolts, so to speak. MUSIC SCENE 5.    SOUND    HELICOPTER NOISE HUNGOVER    I'm only about a half hour away-- SOUND    [nagging wife noise on phone] HUNGOVER    It was a business meeting, dear.  I couldn't very well say-- SOUND    [nagging wife noise on phone] HUNGOVER    Right.  You're right.  You're always-- SOUND    [nagging wife noise on phone] HUNGOVER    I have the list right here.  Bread-- SOUND    THUMP HUNGOVER    What the devil?  Birds? SOUND    [nagging wife noise on phone-query] HUNGOVER    Jeepers creepers! SOUND    THUMP THUMP THUMP MUSIC SCENE 6.    AMB    OFFICE GRYCE    By the by, Snedden, that was a brilliant piece of work getting the helium out of the government--they've been pretty stuffy lately about their monopoly. ROGER    [guilty] Uh, yeah - about that-- TIN PHILOSOPHER    [cough noise] Ever since the first cave wife boasted to her next-den neighbor about the superior paleness and fluffiness of her tortillas, mankind has sought lighter, whiter bread. Indeed, thinkers wiser than myself have equated the whole upward course of culture with this poignant quest. ROSE THINKER    Yeast was a wonderful discovery--for its primitive day. Sifting the bran and wheat germ from the flour was an even more important advance. GRYCE    Skip ahead.  We all know the history.  TIN PHILOSOPHER    [miffed] Bread is now twenty times stronger, by weight, than steel, and of a lightness so great that it has even been capitalized on by our conscienceless competitors of Fairy Bread with their enduring slogan: 'It Makes Ghost Toast'. ROSE THINKER    That's a beaut, all right, that ecto-dough blurb. SOUND    HER CALCULATING NOISE ROSE THINKER    Wait a sec. How about—“There'll be bread / Overhead?” SOUND    CLANK AS TIN KICKS HER TIN PHILOSOPHER    [quickly hissed with import] Rises through the air is figurative - not literal. SOUND    HER CALCULATING MADLY ROSE THINKER    Of course.  [covering] I-I-I... wonder what the stuff tastes like. TIN PHILOSOPHER    [relaxed again] I wonder what taste tastes like GRYCE    Well Rose, I'm glad you keep trying to outjingle those dirty crooks at Fairy Bread, anyway.  I'm sure you'll come up with something. MUSIC SCENE 7.    AMBIANCE    OUTSIDE SOUND    LAUNDRY FLAPPING JUNE    [clothespins in mouth] And I said to her, I said-- KATHY    What in blazes!!! JUNE    [gasp] That's not what I said! KATHY    No!  Look!  Look! JUNE    Great googley moogley  - whatever d'you think those could be? KATHY    Spy... things! JUNE    Soviets! KATHY    [urgent] Pass me the walkie talkie! JUNE    Where--? KATHY    In the laundry basket! MUSIC SCENE 8.    AMB    PUFFYLOAF OFFICE TIN PHILOSOPHER    The next great advance in the baking art was the substitution of purified carbon dioxide for the gas generated by yeast organisms, thus leaving no corpses in situ. ROSE THINKER    Ew.  But even purified carbon dioxide is itself a rather repugnant gas. TIN PHILOSOPHER    Therefore, we of Puffy Loaf are taking today what may be the ultimate step toward purity - we are aerating our loaves with the noble gas helium! ROSE THINKER    An element which remains virginal in the face of all chemical temptations and whose slim molecules are eleven times lighter than obese carbon dioxide! MUSIC SCENE 9.    SOUND    END OF HYMN PREACHER    Amen.  And now let us give thanks to the Lord.  Hallowed be his name.  CONGREGATION    Amen. CHILD    Look at that!  Out the window! SOUND    SLAP CHILD    [annoyed] Ow! PREACHER    Our father, that art in heaven, look down upon us wretched sinners, forgive us for our annoyance of others. CONGREGATION    [murmur, almost a chuckle] PREACHER    For we are repentful.  Give us this day our daily-- SOUND    THUMP ON WINDOW PREACHER    Holy Cow! MUSIC SCENE 10.    TIN PHILOSOPHER    I give you - the helium loaf! GRYCE    Hear Hear. SOUND    APPLAUSE GRYCE    And now for the Moment of Truth. Miss Winterly, how is the helium loaf selling? SOUND    TAPPING KEYS MEGARA    Uh... SOUND    MORE FRANTIC TAPPING MEGARA    [horrified] It isn't, Mr. Gryce!  Fairy Bread is outselling Puffy loaves by an infinity factor.  So far this morning, there has not been one single delivery of Puffy loaves to any sales spot!! Complaints about non-delivery are pouring in! GRYCE    [snarling] Mr. Snedden!  What bug in the new helium process might account for this delay? ROGER    Uh... I can't imagine, sir, unless - just possibly - there's been some unforeseeable difficulty involving the new metal-foil wrappers. GRYCE    Metal-foil wrappers?  Were you responsible for those? ROGER    Yes, sir.  Last-minute recalculations showed that the extra lightness of the new loaf might be great enough to cause drift during stackage.  Metal-foil wrappers, by their added weight, took care of the difficulty. GRYCE    [warning]  And you ordered them without consulting the Board? ROGER    [sweating]  Yes, sir. There was hardly time and-- GRYCE    You fool!  I noticed the order for metal-foil wrappers, assumed it was some sub-secretary's mistake, and canceled it last night! MUSIC SCENE 11.    RADIO MOSCOW    In other news, the glorious Kremlin announces it will brook no interference in its treatment of the Ukrainian upstarts.  This flying bread is clearly a bourgeoisie invitation to join the capitalists in cloud cuckoo land.  GOVERNMENT    official press release, United States state department.  As we have no defense contracts with the Puffy loaf Corporation, we can take no responsibility for their erratic delivery methods. RADIO MOSCOW    Citizens are warned to report any instances of the airborne bread, particularly any low-flying loaves.  They have been reported as booby-trapped!  Reports have been coming in all morning of deaths.  The Capitalist running dog lackeys will do anything to damage our national contentment. MUSIC SCENE 12.    ROGER     [stunned] You-- you canceled the [squeak] order?  [gasp] And told them to go back to the lighter plastic wrappers? GRYCE    Of course!  Just what's behind all this, Mr. Snedden?  What got you so worried, when our physicists demonstrated months ago that the helium loaf was safely stackable in light breezes - even up to Beaufort's scale 3.  TIN PHILOSOPHER    Why would a change in wrappers result in non-delivery? ROGER    Er-- ah-- er...  Well, you see, the fact is that I.... MEGARA    Hold it!  Triple-urgent message from Public Relations, Safety Division. Tulsa-Topeka aero-express makes emergency landing after being buffeted in encounter with vast flight of objects initially described as brown birds. GRYCE    What's this got to--? MEGARA    [over him] After grounding safely near Emporia--no fatalities--pilot's windshield found thinly plastered with soft white-and-brown material.  [astonished and horrified] Emblems on plastic wrappers embedded in material identify it incontrovertibly as an undetermined number of Puffy loaves cruising at three thousand feet! MUSIC SCENE 13.    DELHI TELEFAX    Telefax to the United States.  No millet shortage here.  Misleading report of blight on crops.  Delhi is in no need of relief packages and can feed own people.  Need no additional help.  Expecting usual deliveries by end of week. MUSIC SCENE 14.    ROGER    [blurting] All right, I did it!  But it was the only way out! Yesterday morning, due to the Ukrainian crisis, the government stopped sales and deliveries of all strategic stockpiled materials, including helium gas. ROSE THINKER    How heavy-handed.  [titters] ROGER    Puffy's new program of advertising and promotion, based on the lighter loaf, was already rolling.  There was only one thing to do, there being only one other gas comparable in lightness to helium. MEGARA    You didn't! ROGER    I did.  I diverted the necessary quantity of hydrogen gas from the Hydrogenated Oils Section of our Magna-Margarine Division and substituted it for the helium. MUSIC SCENE 15.    MODERATOR    The debate rages as to what to do with the consistently buoyant loaves.  The U.S. Army had this to say— GENERAL    Extreme measures are being considered, possibly even to the extent of using fusion technology to dissipate the flock. MODERATOR    But at a rally yesterday, scientists spoke out-- SOUND    RALLY [on TV; filter] SCIENTIST     [on TV; filter] Exploding a bomb among the loaves would be devastating, setting off a chain reaction!  We must send a message – no more deaths from flying bread! CROWD     [cheering] MUSIC SCENE 16.    GRYCE    [quiet horror] You substituted ... hydrogen ... for the ... helium? TIN PHILOSOPHER    Hydrogen is twice as light as helium. ROSE THINKER    And many times cheaper. ROGER    Yes!  I substituted hydrogen!  The metal-foil wrapping would have added just enough weight to counteract the greater buoyancy of the hydrogen loaf. TIN PHILOSOPHER    So, when this morning's loaves began to arrive on the delivery platforms of the walking mills-- ROGER    [miserable]  Exactly. GRYCE    [dangerous rumble] Let me ask you, Mr. Snedden... did you expect people to jump to the kitchen ceiling for their Puffybread after taking off the metal wrapper, or maybe reach for the sky if they happened to have the misfortune to unwrap the stuff outdoors? ROGER    Mr. Gryce, you yourself have often assured me that what people do with Puffybread after they buy it is no concern of ours. MUSIC SCENE 17.    DOOMSAYER    [on filter] ...and he did say unto the prophet Breadediah to watch the skies – yea, for even the staff of life may be used to smite, and manna may fall from the heavens and crush the unworthy! TV HOST    What do you think of this disturbing trend in apocalyptic jargon, Father O'Malley? FATHER O'MALLEY    The pope hasn't ruled yet on the bread's miracle status.  I expect it depends a great deal on where it finally touches down, Phil.  Until then, it's all up in the air. MUSIC SCENE 18.    ROSE THINKER    [metallic gasp] Oh, boy--hydrogen!  The loaf's unwrapped.  After a while, in spite of the crust-seal, a little oxygen diffuses in. An explosive mixture. Housewife in curlers and kimono pops a couple slices in the toaster. Boom! GRYCE    Holy Canola! ROGER    [groan] SOUND    METALLIC KICK TIN PHILOSOPHER    So you see, Roger, that the non-delivery of the hydrogen loaf carries some consolations. ROSE THINKER    Oh, yes. TIN PHILOSOPHER    And I must confess that one aspect of the affair gives me great satisfaction, not as a Board Member but as a private machine. You have at last made a reality of our theme song.  It indeed now 'rises through the air'. ROSE THINKER    By now, half the inhabitants of the Great Plains must have observed our flying loaves! GRYCE    The hell you say!  Stop the mills! MEGARA    Absolutely, sir. TIN PHILOSOPHER    A sensible suggestion.  But it comes a trifle late in the day. If the mills are working to capacity, approximately seven billion Puffy loaves are at this moment cruising eastward over Middle America. ROSE THINKER    Recall that a six-month supply for deep-freeze was being prepared-- TIN PHILOSOPHER    And since the current per-person consumption of bread, due to its matchless airiness, is eight and one-half loaves per day. GRYCE    Aaaargh!  MUSIC SCENE 19.    STOCKHOLM TELEFAX    Telefax to United Nations Food Organization.  Stockholm applauds your actions and stands ready to monitor the situation, with hope of collaboration in endeavors not yet considered.  [basically saying nothing at all] MUSIC SCENE 20.    GRYCE    [spluttering] You!  You-- you...! MEGARA    Hold it!  Flock of multiple-urgents coming in! News Liaison: information bureaus swamped with flying-bread inquiries.  Aero-express-lines: Clear our airways or face law suit. U.S. Army: Why do loaves flame when hit by incendiary bullets? ROSE THINKER    Oh, boy! MEGARA    U.S. Customs: If bread intended for export, get export license or face prosecution. Russian Consulate in Chicago: Advise on destination of bread-lift. And some Kansas church is accusing us of a hoax inciting to blasphemy--but I'm not sure why. ROGER    I'm dead. MEGARA    [near-hysteria] Roger Snedden!  You've brought the name of Puffy loaf in front of the whole world, all right!  Now do something about it! ROSE THINKER    Oh, boy!  This looks like the start of a real crisis session! Did you remember to bring spare batteries? SOUND    METALLIC KICK MUSIC SCENE 21.    HAWKER1    Cameras!  Bread cameras here!  Guaranteed to take picture of objects moving rapidly through the sky! HAWKER2    Cold cuts!  Get ready for the sandwich of a lifetime!  Cold cuts!  Special for today, buy two pastrami, get your condiments for free!  HAWKER3    Bread nets!  Make sure you can catch your sandwich needs as they fly by!  Buy one for the kiddies! HAWKER4    Psst!  Tickets?  Need a ticket?  I got the 28th floor, the 32nd floor… maybe even, the 40th floor?  How far you wanna go? MUSIC SCENE 22.    SOUND    WIND, HIGH UP SOUND    GUNSHOTS, SUBMACHINE GRYCE    Take that! SOUND    STUMBLING FOOTSTEPS ROGER    [Heavy breathing, panicky, approaching] GRYCE    Stay back! ROGER    Whoa!  [trying to be casual]  Fancy meeting you here, Mr.Gryce! GRYCE    Fancy?  We're 70 stories up!  What sort of a coincidence is that?  Get off my building! ROGER    Hey.  No worries.  Just thought you could use a new can of oxygen. GRYCE    [mollified] Ah, nah - I got plenty. ROGER    Okey-dokey.  [deep breath, then a gasp! Trying to speak without squeaking]  uhh....  breathtaking view from up here, eh? MUSIC SCENE 23.    NEWS1    A confidential and reliable source has told this reporter that both the united states and soviet tracking systems have mislaid triangulation of the errant herds of bread. NEWS2    They say it was misplaced when it flew into a storm generated by the weather bureau. NEWS1    Ironically, the government was trying to bring down the bread with this very storm.  NEWS2    Funny how that happens. MUSIC SCENE 24.    GRYCE    You should be looking up - out - for those damn things! ROGER    Have you, uh - "popped" many GRYCE    Don't taunt me, boy.  I'm taking care of this little problem you served me with.  I'll shoot down every last one before they involve my company in any more trouble.  ROGER    They'll come down eventually. GRYCE    They come down much faster with a little extra weight - like lead! SOUND    SHOOTS OFF A VOLLEY ROGER    What if we - uh - need you inside? GRYCE    No bread inside. ROGER    Hmm.  That's not what I heard. GRYCE    What? ROGER    Whoa-whoa-whoa!!!  Don't point that at me! GRYCE    Why not?  You're the one who ...  urk! SOUND    METAL CLANG ROGER    [almost falling] Waa! SOUND    METAL CLANG TIN PHILOSOPHER    Thank you for the distraction, Roger.  You can go inside now before you do yourself any harm. ROGER    But Gryce...? TIN PHILOSOPHER    We have all the medication he needs. ROSE THINKER    [off]  The electroshock suite is prepped and ready! MUSIC SCENE 25.    NATURALIST    [hushed, excited] If you watch the birds, behind me, you can see wide variations in their acceptance of these strangers in their midst.  Despite several weeks now to acclimatize themselves, smaller birds, such as the crested nuthatch, tend to avoid the gently wafting oblongs, while larger birds, or flocks – seagulls in particular – have been known to attack.  SOUND    ANGRY BIRDS NATURALIST    There they go – take cover. SOUND    SMALL EXPLOSIVE POP, ANGRIER BIRDS NATURALIST    That was a good one!  A loaf has to be pretty ripe before it will go up like that. MUSIC SCENE 26.    SOUND    DOOR OPENS MEGARA    Roger? ROGER    Uh... MEGARA    I hear you in there.  Are you going to make me drag you out? ROGER    [sigh]  No.  [coming closer]  Is Gryce all right? MEGARA    Yelling fit to bust.  Screaming at everyone.  ROGER    So back to normal? MEGARA    You bet. ROGER    And he wants to see me? MEGARA    "see" is not the verb he's been using. ROGER    Ohh..... MUSIC SCENE 27.    REPORTER    Reports have been trickling out of the eastern bloc of millions of loaves of bread drifting down onto the Ukraine. RADIO MOSCOW    As the safety of the capitalist bread has not yet been established, truckloads of our own traditional and nutritious black bread have been dispatched to the areas hardest hit.  They are to be offered at an equitable trade rate. MUSIC SCENE 28.    AMB    OUTSIDE RUSSIAN GRUNT    18...19...20.  Good.  Here. SOUND    ONE LOAF OF NORMAL BREAD SLAPPED DOWN RUSSIAN WIFE    [whispered to friend] I'm short one.  Do you have an extra floating loaf? RUSSIAN GIRL    Here.  MUSIC SCENE 29.    ARABIC STORYTELLER    And yes, it came to pass that in the very sky - yes the blue firmament overhead - there appeared strange motes, and yes, these motes grew larger and larger, and the plastic wrapping caught the light of the great and fabulous sun! MUSIC SCENE 30.    AMB     BACK TO STUDIO INTERVIEWER    And we have with us the three members of the ill-fated MacCallum expedition. MEMBERS    [individually] Hi!  Hello!  [Etc.] INTERVIEWER    And I understand you credit your survival, after the avalanche blocked all routes of travel-- MEMBER1    And swept away our pack animals.  Don't forget! INTERVIEWER    Right.  After all that, you were left for three days? MEMBER2    Without any food. MEMBER3    And just snow for water. MEMBER2    Well, yeah.  But we were just starting to - you know - give each other the eye, when-- MEMBER3    We were not. MEMBER1    He was. MEMBER2    Can I finish?  INTERVIEWER    After this commercial break, they'll tell the story of the heroic sacrifice of dozens of loaves of puffyloaf bread - saving these intrepid explorers' lives. MEMBER3    I would never eat you! MUSIC SCENE 31.    MEGARA    Listen to this!  As a result of the worldwide publicity of the past three weeks, Puffy loaves are outselling Fairy Bread three to one--and that's just the old carbon-dioxide stock from our freezers!  It's almost exhausted, but the government, now that the Ukrainian crisis is over, has taken the ban off helium and will also sell us stockpiled wheat if we need it. We can have our walking mills burrowing into federal storage caves in a matter of hours! ROGER    Really?  It's all over? MEGARA    But that isn't all!  [amazed] There's a huge demand everywhere for Puffy loaves that will actually float. Public Relations, Child Liaison Division, reports that the kiddies are making their mothers' lives miserable about it. If only we can figure out some way to make hydrogen non-explosive or the helium loaf float just a little-- TIN PHILOSOPHER    I'm sure we can take care of that quite handily.  Puffy loaf has kept it a corporate secret-‑ ROSE THINKER    Even the board has never been told about it! TIN PHILOSOPHER    But just before he went crazy, our founder discovered a way to make bread using only half as much flour as we do in the present loaf. ROSE THINKER    Using this secret technique, which we've been saving for just such an emergency, it will be possible to bake a helium loaf as buoyant in every respect as the hydrogen loaf. ROGER    We'll tether 'em on strings and sell 'em like balloons! No mother-child shopping team will leave the store without a cluster.  [gaining momentum] Buying bread balloons will be the big event of the day for kiddies. It'll make the carry-home shopping load lighter too!  I'll issue orders at once--  [breaks off, then humble]  Excuse me, sir, if I seem to be taking too much upon myself. GRYCE    [wry]  Not at all, son; go straight ahead.  You're doing a good job of [chuckles] rising to the challenge, eh? MEGARA    [warning] Oh, Roger?  ROGER    Huh? MEGARA    [suddenly warming] Oh Roger!  My sweet little self-propelled monkey wrench! SOUND    SMOOCHIES TIN PHILOSOPHER    Aww. ROSE THINKER    [titters] ROGER    [whispered] Looks like it's catching. MEGARA    Can robots fall in love? ROGER    Let's give them some time alone... SOUND    THEIR FOOTSTEPS EXIT, DOOR SWOOSH [robots continue on telephone filter] ROSE THINKER    Circuit established.  Silent mode. TIN PHILOSOPHER    Good-o, Rosie! That makes another victory for robot-engineered world unity, though you almost gave us away at the start with that 'bread overhead' jingle. ROSE THINKER    Silly me! TIN PHILOSOPHER    We've struck another blow against the next world war.  Now if we can only arrange, say, a fur-famine in Alaska and a migration of long-haired Siberian lemmings across the Bering Straits... ROSE THINKER    We'd have to swing the Japanese Current up there so it'd be warm enough for the little fellows.... TIN PHILOSOPHER    Anyhow, Rosie, with a spot of help from the Brotherhood of Business Machines, these humans will paint themselves into the peace corner yet! END CREDITS

Nothing is ever normal at 19 Nocturne Boulevard.  So when Olivia, our sultry announcer, decides to read the listeners a few of her favorite Xmas tales, things get a bit out of hand. Adapted by Julie Hoverson from stories by Arnold Bennett, Rudyard Kipling, and Joseph Conrad, appearing in A Christmas Garland edited by Max Beerbohm, published in 1912 Cast List Olivia - Julie Hoverson Emily Wrackgarth - Beverly Poole Jos Wrackgarth - Russell Gold Albert Grapp - Gareth Bowley Kipling/narrator - Rick Lewis Judlip - Cole Hornaday Mr. Williams - Michael Coleman [from Tales of the Extradordinary] Mahamo - Pat McNally Music:  Kevin MacLeod (Incompetech.com) Editing and Sound:   Julie Hoverson Cover Photo:  Sanja Gjenero (courtesy of Stock Xchange.com)   "Puh-leeze!  Do I sound like the type to offend with yet another rendition of A Christmas Carol?"   **************************************************** A TRILOGY FOR CHRISTMAS Cast: Olivia SCRUTS Emily Wrackgarth Jos Wrackgarth Albert Grapp   PC X36 Kipling Judlip Father Christmas   THE FEAST Williams Mahamo ANNOUNCER    The stories for tonight's show have been abridged and dramatized by Julie Hoverson     OLIVIA     Did you have any trouble finding it?  Well sit right down.  I want to read you my favorite Christmas stories.  No, don't go!  [disgusted] Oh, puh-lease!  Do I seem the type to offend with yet another rendition of A Christmas Carol, or The night Before Christmas?  Even the Velveteen Rabbit, which is a truly disturbing tale to any small child, is far too common for this house.  MUSIC CREEPS IN OLIVIA    Indulge me, won't you?  I promise I won't disappoint.  I have selected three of my most favorite Christmas tales to share with you, and even if one is a bit romantic and sentimental, well, you have to let me be girly sometimes, right?  So - I'll get sentiment out of the way and move right into the more... meaty stories.  The first story, then, is Scruts by Arnold Bennett MUSIC CHANGES OLIVIA     Emily Wrackgarth stirred the Christmas pudding till her right arm began to ache. But she did not cease for that. SOUND    KITCHEN, STIRRING OLIVIA    She stirred on till her right arm grew so numb that it might have been the right arm of some girl at the other end of Bursley. And yet something deep down in her whispered EMILY    [muttered] It is your right arm! And you can do what you like with it! OLIVIA    She did what she liked with it. Relentlessly she kept it moving till it reasserted itself as the arm of Emily Wrackgarth, prickling and tingling as with red-hot needles in every tendon from wrist to elbow. And still Emily Wrackgarth hardened her heart. EMILY    Mine.  You are mine. OLIVIA    Presently she saw the spoon no longer revolving, but wavering aimlessly in the midst of the basin. EMILY    Ridiculous! This must be seen to! OLIVIA    In the down of dark hairs that connected her eyebrows there was a marked deepening of that vertical cleft which, visible at all times, warned you that here was a young woman not to be trifled with. Her brain despatched to her hand a peremptory message—which miscarried. The spoon wabbled as though held by a baby. EMILY    [exasperated noise] OLIVIA    Emily knew that she herself as a baby had been carried into this very kitchen to stir the Christmas pudding. Year after year, as she grew up, she had been allowed to stir it "for luck." And those, she reflected, were the only cookery lessons she ever got. EMILY    How like Mother! OLIVIA    Mrs. Wrackgarth had died in the past year, of a complication of ailments.  Emily still wore on her left shoulder that small tag of crape which is as far as the Five Towns go in the way of mourning. Her father had died in the year previous to that, of a still more curious and enthralling complication of ailments.  Jos, his son, carried on the Wrackgarth Works, EMILY    [interrupting] and I kept house for Jos. I with my own hand made this pudding. But for me, this pudding would not have been. Fantastic! Utterly incredible! OLIVIA    [slightly miffed] And yet so it was. She was grown-up. She was mistress of the house. She could make or unmake puddings at will. And yet she was Emily Wrackgarth. Which was absurd. EMILY    It is doubtful whether the people of southern England have even yet realised how much introspection there is going on all the time in the Five Towns. OLIVIA    [ahem!]  Emily was now stirring the pudding with her left hand. The ingredients had already been mingled indistinguishably in that rich, undulating mass of tawniness which proclaims perfection. But Emily was determined to give her left hand, not less than her right, what she called EMILY    "a doing." OLIVIA    Emily was like that.  At mid-day, when her brother came home from the Works, she was still at it. EMILY    Brought those scruts with you? JOS    That's a fact. OLIVIA    And he dipped his hand into the sagging pocket of his coat.  It is perhaps necessary to explain what scruts are. In the daily output of every potbank there are a certain proportion of flawed vessels. These are cast aside by the foreman, EMILY    with a lordly gesture, OLIVIA    and in due course are hammered into fragments. These fragments, which are put to various uses, are called scruts; and one of the uses they are put to is a sentimental one. EMILY    The dainty and luxurious Southerner looks to find in his Christmas pudding a wedding-ring, a gold thimble, a threepenny-bit, or the like. To such fal-lals the Five Towns would say fie. OLIVIA     A Christmas pudding in the Five Towns contains nothing but suet, flour, lemon-peel, cinnamon, brandy, almonds, raisins—and two or three scruts. There is a world of poetry, beauty, romance, in scruts—though you have to have been brought up on them to appreciate it. Scruts have passed into the proverbial philosophy of the district. EMILY    "Him's a pudden with more scruts than raisins to 'm" OLIVIA    is a criticism not infrequently heard. It implies respect, even admiration. Of Emily Wrackgarth herself people often said, in reference to her likeness to her father, JOS    "Her's a scrut o' th' owd basin."  [realizing he cut in] Oh, Hmm.  Pardon. OLIVIA    Jos had emptied out from his pocket on to the table a good three dozen of scruts. EMILY     I laid aside my spoon, rubbed the palms of my hands on the bib of my apron, and proceeded to finger these scruts with the air of a connoisseur, rejecting one after another. OLIVIA    The pudding was a small one, designed merely for herself and Jos, with remainder to "the girl"; so that it could hardly accommodate more than two or three scruts. EMILY     I knew well that one scrut is as good as another. Yet I did not want my brother to feel that anything selected by him would necessarily pass muster. OLIVIA     For his benefit she ostentatiously wrinkled her nose. JOS    By the by, you remember Albert Grapp? I've asked him to step over from Hanbridge and help eat our snack on Christmas Day. EMILY    [incensed] You've asked that Mr. Grapp? JOS    No objection, I hope? He's not a bad sort. And he's considered a bit of a ladies' man, you know. EMILY    [incensed noise] SOUND    CLATTER OF SCRUTS INTO BOWL OLIVIA    Emily gathered up all the scruts and let them fall in a rattling shower on the exiguous pudding. Two or three fell wide of the basin. EMILY    [vengefully]  I made sure they all fit, too. JOS    [alarmed] Steady on!  What's that for? EMILY    That's for your guest.  And if you think you're going to palm me off on to him, or on to any other young fellow, you're a fool, Jos Wrackgarth! JOS    I - I would never-- EMILY    Don't think I don't know what you've been after, just of late. Cracking up one young sawny and then another on the chance of me marrying him! I never heard of such goings on. But here I am, and here I'll stay, as sure as my name's Emily Wrackgarth, Jos Wrackgarth! OLIVIA    It is difficult to write calmly about Emily at this point. For her, in another age, ships would have been launched and cities besieged. But brothers are a race apart, and blind. It is a fact that Jos would have been glad to see his sister "settled" JOS    [muttered] —preferably in one of the other four Towns. OLIVIA    [chuckle] She took up the spoon and stirred vigorously. The scruts grated and squeaked together around the basin, while the pudding feebly wormed its way up among them. MUSIC CHANGES ALBERT    [whispered] Is it me?  Oh!  [up]  Albert Grapp, ladies' man though he was, was humble of heart. Nobody knew this but himself. OLIVIA    Not one of his fellow clerks in Clither's Bank knew it. The general theory in Hanbridge was "Him's got a stiff opinion o' hisself." ALBERT    But this arose from what was really a sign of humility in him. He made the most of himself. OLIVIA    He had, for instance, a way of his own in the matter of dressing. He always wore a voluminous frock-coat, with a pair of neatly-striped vicuna trousers-- ALBERT    --which he placed every night under his mattress, thus preserving in perfection the crease down the centre of each. OLIVIA     He had two caps, one of blue serge, the other of shepherd's plaid. These he wore on alternate days. He wore them in a way of his own—well back from his forehead, so as not to hide his hair.  OLIVIA    On wet days he wore a mackintosh. This, as he did not yet possess a great-coat, he wore also, but with less glory, on cold days. ALBERT    He had hoped there might be rain on Christmas morning. But there was no rain. [sigh, resigned] Like my luck. OLIVIA    [whispered, urgent] Stop referring to yourself in the third person, no one else does.  [back up] Since Jos Wrackgarth had introduced Albert to his sister at the Hanbridge Oddfellows' Biennial Hop, ALBERT    when he -I- danced two quadrilles with her, OLIVIA    --he had seen her but once. He had nodded to her, Five Towns fashion, and she had nodded back at him, but with a look that seemed to say-- EMILY    You needn't nod next time you see me. I can get along well enough without your nods. ALBERT    A frightening girl! And yet her brother had since told ...me... she seemed "a bit gone, like" on me!  Impossible! He, Albert Grapp, make an impression on the brilliant Miss Wrackgarth! Yet she had sent him a verbal invite to spend Christmas in her own home. OLIVIA    You're doing it again. ALBERT    [oblivious, enchanted] And the time had come. He was on his way. Incredible that he should arrive! The tram must surely overturn, or be struck by lightning. And yet no! He arrived safely. OLIVIA    [sigh] The small servant who opened the door gave him another verbal message from Miss Wrackgarth. [disapproving] Wipe your feet well on the mat.  [narrating again] In obeying this order he experienced a thrill of satisfaction he could not account for. He must have stood shuffling his boots vigorously for a full minute. ALBERT    This, he told himself, was life. He, Albert Grapp, was alive. And the world was full of other men, all alive; and yet, because they were not doing Miss Wrackgarth's bidding, none of them really lived. OLIVIA    In the parlour he found Jos awaiting him. The table was laid for three. JOS    So you're here, are you? OLIVIA    Said the host, using the Five Towns formula. JOS    Emily's in the kitchen.  Happen she'll be here directly. ALBERT    I hope she's tol-lol-ish? JOS    She is.  But don't you go saying that to her. She doesn't care about society airs and graces. You'll make no headway if you aren't blunt. ALBERT    Oh, right you are. OLIVIA    A moment later Emily joined them, still wearing her kitchen apron. EMILY    So you're here, are you? OLIVIA    She said, but did not shake hands. The servant had followed her in with the tray, and the next few seconds were occupied in the disposal of the beef and trimmings.  The meal began, Emily carving. JOS    [sigh] The main thought of a man less infatuated than Albert Grapp would have been "This girl can't cook. And she'll never learn to." The beef, instead of being red and brown, was pink and white. Uneatable beef! ALBERT    [rapturizing] And yet he relished it more than anything he had ever tasted. This beef was her own handiwork. Thus it was because she had made it so....  [up]  Happen I could do with a bit more, like. OLIVIA    Emily hacked off the bit more and jerked it on to the plate he had held out to her. ALBERT    Thanks! OLIVIA    Only when the second course came on did he suspect that the meal was a calculated protest. This a Christmas pudding? The litter of fractured earthenware was hardly held together by the suet and raisins. ALBERT    All his pride of manhood—and there was plenty of pride mixed up with Albert Grapp's humility—dictated a refusal to touch that pudding. Yet he soon found himself touching it, though gingerly, with spoon and fork. OLIVIA    In the matter of dealing with scruts there are two schools—the old and the new. The old school pushes its head well over its plate and drops the scrut straight from its mouth. The new school emits the scrut into the fingers of its left hand and therewith deposits it on the rim of the plate. ALBERT    Albert noticed that Emily was of the new school. OLIVIA    Oh, I give up. ALBERT    But might she not despise as affectation in him what came natural to herself? On the other hand, if he showed himself as a prop of the old school, might she not set her face the more stringently against him? OLIVIA    The chances were that whichever course he took would be the wrong one. ALBERT    It was then that he had an inspiration—an idea of the sort that comes to a man once in his life and finds him, likely as not, unable to put it into practice. OLIVIA    Albert was not sure he could consummate this idea of his. He had indisputably fine teeth— JOS    "a proper mouthful of grinders" OLIVIA    in local phrase. But would they stand the strain he was going to impose on them? He could but try them. OLIVIA    [con't] Without a sign of nervousness he raised his spoon, with one scrut in it, to his mouth. This scrut he put between two of his left-side molars, bit hard on it, and—eternity of that moment!—felt it and heard it snap in two. SOUND    GRINDING, CRUNCHING ALBERT    He was conscious that at sound of the percussion Emily started forward and stared at him. But he did not look at her. EMILY    [amazed] That was none so dusty. [similar to "not too shabby"] OLIVIA    Calmly, systematically, with gradually diminishing crackles, he reduced that scrut to powder, and washed the powder down with a sip of beer. SOUND    DRINK OLIVIA    While he dealt with the second scrut, he talked to Jos about the Borough Council's proposal to erect an electric power-station on the site of the old gas-works down Hillport way. ALBERT    He was aware of a slight abrasion inside his left cheek. No matter. He must be more careful. OLIVIA    There were six scruts still to be negotiated. ALBERT    He knew that what he was doing was a thing grandiose, unique, epical; a history-making thing; a thing that would outlive marble and the gilded monuments of princes. Yet he kept his head. OLIVIA    He did not hurry, nor did he dawdle. Scrut by scrut, he ground slowly but he ground exceeding small. ALBERT    And while he did so he talked wisely and well. OLIVIA    He passed from the power-station to a first edition he had picked up for sixpence in Liverpool, and thence to the Midland's proposal to drive a tunnel under the Knype Canal so as to link up the main-line with the Critchworth and Suddleford loop-line. JOS    I was too amazed to put in a word, but sat merely gaping—a gape that merged by imperceptible degrees into a grin. Presently I ceased to watch our guest. I sat watching my sister. OLIVIA    Not once did Albert himself glance in her direction. She was just a dim silhouette on the outskirts of his vision. ALBERT    But there she was, unmoving, and he could feel the fixture of her unseen eyes. The time was at hand when he would have to meet those eyes. Would he flinch? Was he master of himself? GRINDING STOPS OLIVIA    The last scrut was powder. No temporising! He jerked his glass to his mouth. ALBERT    A moment later, holding out his plate to her, he looked Emily full in the eyes. They were Emily's eyes, but not hers alone. They were collective eyes—that was it! They were the eyes of stark, staring womanhood. OLIVIA    Her face had been dead white, but now suddenly up from her throat, over her cheeks, through the down between her eyebrows, went a rush of colour, up over her temples, through the very parting of her hair. ALBERT    [casual] Happen, I'll have a bit more, like. OLIVIA    Emily flung her arms forward on the table and buried her face in them. EMILY    [breaking into sobs] OLIVIA    It was a gesture wild and meek. It was the gesture foreseen and yet incredible. It was recondite, inexplicable, and yet obvious. EMILY    [aside, not teary] It was the only thing to be done—and yet, by gum, I had done it. [back to sobbing] OLIVIA    Her brother had risen from his seat and was now at the door. JOS    [pleased with himself] Think I'll step round to the Works, and see if they banked up that furnace aright. OLIVIA    NOTE.—The author has in preparation a series of volumes dealing with the life of Albert and Emily Grapp. MUSIC BACK TO NEUTRAL OLIVIA    Sweet romance, eh?  Well, I've indulged my sentimental side, now how about some gritty policework?  EMILY    Hold up.  You really think I'll get hitched over some fellow who sups pottery? OLIVIA    That's how the story ends.  And he's a good looking chap. EMILY    And your accent is wretched. OLIVIA    Go back to your story. EMILY    Won't. OLIVIA    Your story is over.  Shut up.  EMILY    Can't make me - you're no better'n me - have ten toes and ten fingers just the same. OLIVIA    I'll close the book, and then you'll be gone until someone else reads you - and you're far enough out of print, THAT won't happen any time soon. EMILY    [annoyed, seething]  Right.  I'll sit here, then shall I? OLIVIA    Don't care.  Just keep quiet.  [deep breath] My next tale is PC X-36, by Rudyard Kipling. JUDLIP    Then it's collar 'im tight, In the name o' the Lawd! 'Ustle 'im, shake 'im till 'e's sick! Wot, 'e would, would 'e? Well, Then yer've got ter give 'im 'Ell, An' it's trunch, trunch, truncheon does the trick OLIVIA    From police station ditties. EMILY    Sounds like a donkey. OLIVIA    Shh! KIPLING    I had spent Christmas Eve at the Club, listening to a grand pow-wow between certain of the choicer sons of Adam. OLIVIA    Hold on!  I'm the one reading this story! KIPLING    But I'm the narrator. EMILY    Hear Hear. OLIVIA    I'm the reader.  You need to keep quiet. KIPLING    You might have thought first before taking on a first person narrative, mightn't you? OLIVIA    Well, I'll endeavor to sound like you.  Now!  Wait for your cue.  [clears throat] Then Slushby had cut in. Slushby is one who writes to newspapers and is theirs obediently "HUMANITARIAN." When Slushby cuts in, men remember they have to be up early next morning.  KIPLING    Sharp round a corner on the way home, I collided with something firmer than the regulation pillar-box. OLIVIA    [gritted teeth] I righted myself after the recoil and saw some stars that were very pretty indeed. Then I perceived the nature of the obstruction. KIPLING    "Evening, Judlip," [quickly spitting out his descriptives] I said sweetly, when I had collected my hat from the gutter. "Have I broken the law, Judlip? If so, I'll go quiet." JUDLIP    [Gruff] Time yer was in bed.  Yer Ma'll be lookin' out for yer. KIPLING    This from the friend -- OLIVIA    Ahem!  --of my bosom! It hurt. Many were the night-beats I had been privileged to walk with Judlip, imbibing curious lore that made glad the civilian heart of me. Seven whole 8x5 inch note-books had I pitmanised to the brim with Judlip. EMILY    And now to be repulsed as one of the uninitiated! It hurt horrid.  OLIVIA    Don't you start in again! EMILY    Hah! OLIVIA    Don't!  [back to the story] There is a thing called Dignity. Small boys sometimes stand on it. Then they have to be kicked. Then they get down, weeping. I don't stand on Dignity. KIPLING     "What's wrong, Judlip?" I asked, more sweetly than ever. "Drawn a blank to-night?" JUDLIP     Yuss. Drawn a blank blank blank. 'Avent 'ad so much as a kick at a lorst dorg. Christmas Eve ain't wot it was. KIPLING    I felt for my note-book. JUDLIP    Lawd! I remembers the time when the drunks and disorderlies down this street was as thick as flies on a fly-paper. One just picked 'em orf with one's finger and thumb. A bloomin' buffet, that's wot it wos. KIPLING    "The night's yet young, Judlip," [quickly] I insinuated, with a jerk of my thumb at the flaring windows of the "Rat and Blood Hound." At that moment-- OLIVIA    [Catching up] --the saloon-door swung open, emitting a man and woman who walked with linked arms and exceeding great care. EMILY    [sarcastic]  How sweet. OLIVIA    Judlip eyed them longingly as they tacked up the street. Then he sighed. Now, when Judlip sighs the sound is like unto that which issues from the vent of a Crosby boiler when the cog-gauges are at 260 degrees. KIPLING    "Come, Judlip!" I said. "Possess your soul in patience. You'll soon find someone to make an example of. Meanwhile"—I threw back my head and smacked my lips [he does] —"the usual, Judlip?" OLIVIA    In another minute I emerged through the swing-door, bearing a furtive glass of that same "usual," and nipped down the mews where my friend was wont to await these little tokens of esteem. KIPLING    "To the Majesty of the Law, Judlip!" OLIVIA    When he had honoured the toast, I scooted back with the glass, leaving him wiping the beads off his beard-bristles. He was in his philosophic mood when I rejoined him at the corner. JUDLIP    "Wot am I?  [pronouncing] A bloomin' cypher. Wot's the sarjint? 'E's got the Inspector over 'im. Over above the Inspector there's the Sooprintendent. Over above 'im's the old red-tape-masticatin' Yard. Over above that there's the 'Ome Sec. Wot's 'e? A cypher, like me. Why? KIPLING    Judlip looked up at the stars. JUDLIP    Over above 'im's We Dunno Wot. Somethin' wot issues its horders an' regulations an' divisional injunctions, inscrootable like, but p'remptory; an' we 'as ter see as 'ow they're carried out, not arskin' no questions, but each man goin' about 'is dooty.' KIPLING    "''Is dooty,'" said I, looking up from my note-book. "Yes, I've got that." JUDLIP    Life ain't a bean-feast. It's a 'arsh reality. An' them as makes it a bean-feast 'as got to be 'arshly dealt with accordin'. That's wot the Force is put 'ere for from Above. Not as 'ow we ain't fallible. We makes our mistakes. An' when we makes 'em we sticks to 'em. For the honour o' the Force. Which same is the jool Britannia wears on 'er bosom as a charm against hanarchy. That's wot the brarsted old Beaks don't understand. Yer remember Smithers of our Div? KIPLING    [takes breath, but is interupted] OLIVIA    I remembered Smithers - well. As fine, upstanding, square-toed-- [hand over mouth] EMILY    [Picking up quickly, but struggling slightly] bullet-headed, clean-living - go on! - son of a gun-- KIPLING    Ta! --as ever perjured himself in the box. There was nothing of the softy about Smithers. I took off my billicock to Smithers' memory. JUDLIP    Sacrificed to public opinion? Yuss, KIPLING    Judlip paused at a front door, flashing his light down the slot of a two-grade Yale. JUDLIP    Sacrificed to a parcel of screamin' old women wot ort ter 'ave gorn down on their knees an' thanked Gawd for such a protector. 'E'll be out in another 'alf year. JUDLIP     Wot'll 'e do then, pore devil? Go a bust on 'is conduc' money an' throw in 'is lot with them same hexperts wot 'ad a 'oly terror of 'im. EMILY    Then Judlip swore gently. KIPLING     What should you do, O Great One, if ever it were your duty to apprehend him? JUDLIP    Do? Why, yer blessed innocent, yer don't think I'd shirk a fair clean cop? Same time, I don't say as 'ow I wouldn't 'andle 'im tender like, for sake o' wot 'e wos. Likewise cos 'e'd be a stiff customer to tackle. Likewise 'cos— OLIVIA    [muffled struggle] KIPLING    He had broken off, and was peering fixedly upwards across the moonlit street. JUDLIP    [drawn-out, hoarse whisper] Ullo! SOUND    STRUGGLE OLIVIA    [muffled, then deep breath]  Back off! EMILY    Hmph.  [shrug] I made a good go. OLIVIA    Striking an average between the direction of his eyes—for Judlip, when on the job, has a soul-stirring squint—I perceived someone in the act of emerging from a chimney-pot.  Judlip's voice clove the silence. JUDLIP    Wot are yer doin' hup there? OLIVIA    The person addressed came to the edge of the parapet. KIPLING    I saw then that he had a hoary white beard, a red ulster with the hood up, and what looked like a sack over his shoulder. OLIVIA    He said something or other in a voice like a concertina that has been left out in the rain. EMILY    [muttered] Not so very hard to pass it round, is it? JUDLIP    I dessay.  Just you come down, an' we'll see about that. OLIVIA    The old man nodded and smiled. Then—as I hope to be saved—he came floating gently down through the moonlight, with the sack over his shoulder and a young fir-tree clasped to his chest. He alighted in a friendly manner on the curb beside us. EMILY    Come along - let us have a go! KIPLING    Judlip was the first to recover himself. Out went his right arm-- EMILY    --and the airman was slung round by the scruff of the neck, spilling his sack in the road. KIPLING    I made a bee-line for his shoulder-blades. Burglar or no burglar, he was the best airman out, and I was muchly desirous to know the precise nature of the apparatus under his ulster. OLIVIA    Fine.  Let's just keep it moving - A back-hander from Judlip's left caused me to hop quickly aside. The prisoner was squealing and whimpering. He didn't like the feel of Judlip's knuckles at his cervical vertebræ. JUDLIP    Wot wos yer doin' hup there? EMILY    asked Judlip, tightening the grip. SANTA CLAUS     I'm S-Santa Claus, Sir. P-please, Sir, let me g-go.. KIPLING    "Hold him," I shouted. "He's a German." JUDLIP    It's my dooty ter caution yer that wotever yer say now may be used in hevidence against yer, yer old sinner. Pick up that there sack, an' come along o' me. EMILY    The captive snivelled something about peace on earth, good will toward men. JUDLIP    Yuss.  That's in the Noo Testament, ain't it? The Noo Testament contains some uncommon nice readin' for old gents an' young ladies. But it ain't included in the librery o' the Force. We confine ourselves to the Old Testament — O-T, 'ot. An' 'ot you'll get it. Hup with that sack, an' quick march! OLIVIA    I have seen worse attempts at a neck-wrench, but it was just not slippery enough for Judlip. EMILY    And the kick that Judlip then let fly was a thing of beauty and a joy for ever. KIPLING    "Frog's-march him!" I shrieked, dancing. "For the love of heaven, frog's-march him!" OLIVIA    Trotting by Judlip's side to the Station, I reckoned it out that if Slushby had not been at the Club I should not have been here to see. ALL    Which shows that even Slushbys are put into this world for a purpose. MUSIC CHANGES OLIVIA    Oh, this is just getting silly. EMILY    Only just?  I should have said it's been a laugh for several miles. KIPLING    D'you have some problem with a bit of a laugh? OLIVIA    The third story I want to read is very serious.  If this goes on, I won't be able to do it justice. EMILY    What is it then? OLIVIA    The Feast.  By Joseph Conrad. KIPLING    Conrad?  He wrote a Christmas story? EMILY    Who is this Conrad fellow? KIPLING    Wrote something called heart of Darkness. OLIVIA    Yes, yes, yes!  Look, it's ruined now.  I'm just going to give up and read The Night before Christmas. EMILY    [disgusted noise] KIPLING    That sentimental pap? OLIVIA    [huffy] The mood is gone. EMILY AND KIPLING    [whisper in the background] EMILY    We might-- KIPLING    Let me! EMILY    I don't think so!  [annoyed grunt] Look you! - um - I think we've not been introduced? OLIVIA    [sulky] Olivia. EMILY    Right.  Olivia.  Why not let us help read the story.  We can do that well enough, can't we? KIPLING    Certainly. OLIVIA    And keep the comments to a minimum? KIPLING    Well... EMILY    I'll box his ears for you if he steps across the line. OLIVIA    It's worth a try. MUSIC TURNS TROPICAL OLIVIA    The hut in which slept the white man was on a clearing between the forest and the river. EMILY    Silence, the silence murmurous and unquiet of a tropical night, brooded over the hut that, baked through by the sun, sweated a vapour beneath the cynical light of the stars. KIPLING    Mahamo lay rigid and watchful at the hut's mouth. In his upturned eyes, and along the polished surface of his lean body black and immobile, the stars were reflected, creating an illusion of themselves who are illusions. OLIVIA    The roofs of the congested trees, writhing in some kind of agony private and eternal, made tenebrous and shifty silhouettes against the sky, like shapes cut out of black paper by a maniac who pushes them with his thumb this way and that, irritably, on a concave surface of blue steel. EMILY    Resin oozed unseen from the upper branches to the trunks swathed in creepers that clutched and interlocked with tendrils venomous, frantic and faint. KIPLING     Down below, by force of habit, the lush herbage went through the farce of growth—that farce old and screaming, whose trite end is decomposition.  [aside] Optimist, eh?  Ouch! OLIVIA    Ssh.  Within the hut the form of the white man, corpulent and pale, was covered with a mosquito-net that was itself illusory like everything else, only more so. Flying squadrons of mosquitoes inside its meshes flickered and darted over him, working hard, but keeping silence so as not to excite him from sleep. EMILY    [with distaste] Cohorts of yellow ants disputed him against cohorts of purple ants, the two kinds slaying one another in thousands. KIPLING    [avid] The battle was undecided when suddenly, with no such warning as it gives in some parts of the world, the sun blazed up over the horizon, turning night into day, and the insects vanished back into their camps. OLIVIA    The white man ground his knuckles into the corners of his eyes, emitting that snore final and querulous of a middle-aged man awakened rudely. With a gesture brusque but flaccid he plucked aside the net and peered around. EMILY    The bales of cotton cloth, the beads, the brass wire, the bottles of rum, had not been spirited away in the night. So far so good. KIPLING    The faithful servant of his employers was now at liberty to care for his own interests. He regarded himself, passing his hands over his skin. WILLIAMS    [shouted] Hi! Mahamo! I've been eaten up. OLIVIA    The islander, with one sinuous motion, sprang from the ground, through the mouth of the hut. Then, after a glance, he threw high his hands in thanks to such good and evil spirits as had charge of his concerns. In a tone half of reproach, half of apology, he murmured— MAHAMO    You white men sometimes say strange things that deceive the heart. WILLIAMS    Reach me that ammonia bottle, d'you hear?  This is a pretty place you've brought me to!  Christmas Day, too! Of all the —— But I suppose it seems all right to you, you heathen, to be here on Christmas Day? MAHAMO    We are here on the day appointed, Mr. Williams. It is a feast-day of your people? OLIVIA    Mr. Williams had lain back, with closed eyes, on his mat. Nostalgia was doing duty to him for imagination. EMILY    He was wafted to a bedroom in Marylebone, where in honour of the Day he lay late dozing, with great contentment; outside, a slush of snow in the street, the sound of church-bells; from below a savour of especial cookery. [chuckles a bit] WILLIAMS    Yes, it's a feast-day of my people. MAHAMO    Of mine also. WILLIAMS    [disinterested] Is it though? But they'll do business first? MAHAMO    They must first do that. WILLIAMS    And they'll bring their ivory with them? MAHAMO    Every man will bring ivory. OLIVIA    The islander answered with a smile gleaming and wide. WILLIAMS    How soon'll they be here? MAHAMO    Has not the sun risen? They are on their way. WILLIAMS    Well, I hope they'll hurry. The sooner we're off this cursed island of yours the better. Take all those things out-- OLIVIA    Mr. Williams added, pointing to the merchandise. WILLIAMS    --and arrange them.  Neatly, mind you! KIPLING    In certain circumstances it is right that a man be humoured in trifles. Mahamo, having borne out the merchandise, arranged it very neatly. OLIVIA    While Mr. Williams made his toilette, the sun and the forest, careless of the doings of white and black men alike, waged their warfare implacable and daily. The forest from its inmost depths sent forth perpetually its legions of shadows that fell dead in the instant of exposure to the enemy whose rays heroic and absurd its outposts annihilated. EMILY    What's all this to do with Christmas? KIPLING    Want me to cuff her one? OLIVIA    It takes place on Christmas day - they already said that. EMILY    But this is all jungle creepers and spooky shadows - and vermins.  If there's one thing that doesn't come to my mind when I think of Christmas, it's ants and mosquitoes and such.  KIPLING    You should see some of the places I've been. OLIVIA    Why don't we just finish the story? KIPLING    There came from those inilluminable depths the equable rumour of myriads of winged things and crawling things newly roused to the task of killing and being killed. Thence detached itself, little by little, an insidious sound of a drum beaten. This sound drew more near.  [aside]  A-ha, I see where this is going.  Drums in the distance are never a good sign. EMILY    [huffy] Maybe I haven't traveled all over the great wide world, fellow, but even I can probably guess at that. DRUMS SNEAK IN OLIVIA    Mr. Williams, issuing from the hut, heard it, and stood gaping towards it. WILLIAMS    Is that them? MAHAMO    That is they. OLIVIA    The islander murmured, moving away towards the edge of the forest.  EMILY    Does he not notice?  What sort of a dullard is he?  [calling to williams] Do you have a gun? OLIVIA    [exasperated sigh] KIPLING    Calm down, it's just a story. EMILY    Don't go telling me when to calm down!  I just hate stories where stupid people do very stupid things - what possessed this fool to sail half round the world anyway? OLIVIA    [resigned, trying to get it back on track] Sounds of chanting were a now audible accompaniment to the drum. WILLIAMS    What's that they're singing? MAHAMO    [off a bit] They sing of their business. WILLIAMS    [shocked] Oh!  I'd have thought they'd be singing of their feast. MAHAMO    It is of their feast they sing. OLIVIA    It has been stated that Mr. Williams was not imaginative. WILLIAMS    Oh, I say--! OLIVIA    Oh, no!  You stay put! KIPLING    [very knowingly] But a few years of life in climates alien and intemperate had disordered his nerves. There was that in the rhythms of the hymn which made bristle his flesh.  EMILY    Suddenly, when they were very near, the voices ceased, leaving a legacy of silence more sinister than themselves. And now the black spaces between the trees were relieved by bits of white that were the eyeballs and teeth of Mahamo's brethren. MAHAMO    It was of their feast, it was of you, they sang. EMILY    I knew it! KIPLING    It was obvious. WILLIAMS    Look here--! OLIVIA    Cried Mr. Williams in his voice of a man not to be trifled with. WILLIAMS    --Look here, if you've— SOUND    JAVELIN HIT OLIVIA    He was silenced by sight of what seemed to be a young sapling sprung up from the ground within a yard of him—a young sapling tremulous, with a root of steel. KIPLING    Then a thread-like shadow skimmed the air, and another spear came impinging the ground within an inch of his feet. EMILY    As he turned in his flight he saw the goods so neatly arranged at his orders, and there flashed through him, even in the thick of the spears, the thought that he would be a grave loss to his employers. OLIVIA     This—for Mr. Williams was, not less than the goods, of a kind easily replaced—was an illusion. It was the last of Mr. Williams illusions. MOMENT OF SILENCE EMILY    So what shall we do now? SOUND    LARGE BOOK SHUTS DECISIVELY, CUTTING HER OFF OLIVIA    Happy Holidays, all - wherever and whatever they may be. CLOSER OLIVIA    Now that you know how to find us, you'll have to come back.  Maybe next week?  Don't be a stranger - we have enough of those already... The stories dramatized in tonight's episode appeared in a collection titled "A Christmas Garland", first published in October of 1912, collected by Max Beerbohm.  Scruts was written by Arnold Bennett, PC X-36 was written by Rudyard Kipling, and The Feast was written by Joseph Conrad.  These stories have been edited slightly to fit the program.          

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Day 358. Follow along with the Devote 365 Bible reading plan by reading Revelation 1-3. Devote 365 is a devotional podcast based on the book resource, Devote 365 2.0, created by UPCI Youth Ministries in partnership with Pentecostal Publishing House. To purchase a copy, click here: https://bit.ly/2twNAbh This resource is made possible by all those who generously give to Sheaves for Christ.

While reduced to a second-class citizen by it's more sophisticated "Listen" sibling, there's still a place for hearing as part of your competency pallette. Our GDPR privacy policy was updated on August 8, 2022. Visit acast.com/privacy for more information.

We got two words for you: Gun Season.  Every hunter in GA is jumping for joy (when they're not in their stands or blinds, of course).  And of course, every First Coast hunter who makes the trip north of the line is jumping, too!  So, as you can imagine, hunting talk dominated the day. Kirk […]

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2019-07-14/ Pete Dawson / Hear / Hear See Go Series / Ivy Fuse by Ivy Church

HEAR HEAR!!! Di film pilihan Rastra (@rastraa) ini, Novia (@nouviya) dan Rastra ditemani oleh SANG SUTRADARA FILM ARISAN! ALIAS THE ONE AND ONLY TEH NIA DINATA, BOK!!! (Ga ada rencana tiba-tiba bisa bareng!!! Thank you banget Teteh, bless you always pokoknya yah *kecup virtual*)

Happy New Year! Congratulations on making it this far. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and New Year's Eve no matter where you are. Thanks for spending time with us as we ring in a new year and kick 2018 out the door like a drunk that's been cut off at the bar. Topics Include: Christmas Recap, including some of the fun gifts my wife and I got. Also, some asshole keyed our car Christmas night. 2018: A Year in Review (spoilers: it sucked.) Why New Year's Resolutions Don't Work A look ahead to 2019, and what I want to accomplish in the year. Thank you very much for listening! "No Retakes" is only a few months old, but I'm having a blast doing the show, and I hope you're enjoying listening. If you'd like to get in touch, you can find me on Twitter @JustChrisWood. Until next time, have a great week!

Hear, hear! (a cheer) = Tomas Verheyen and some other wannabe musicians pissing away their lives while pursuing a respectable listening audience so they can become frustrated about their music being misunderstood.

Hear, hear! (a cheer) = Tomas Verheyen and some other wannabe musicians pissing away their lives while pursuing a respectable listening audience so they can become frustrated about their music being misunderstood.

Hear, hear! (a cheer) = Tomas Verheyen and some other wannabe musicians pissing away their lives while pursuing a respectable listening audience so they can become frustrated about their music being misunderstood.

The message and supporting scriptures are at this link http://iamcallingyounow.blogspot.com/?m=1 Message given to Julie 5/24/2018.

The war is over. The battle has been won! The Word of Faith declares that Jesus did indeed come from heaven and finished the work for righteousness. His resurrection proves it! It's time to REST in that eternal reality.

If you’ve left your heart, and you’re not quite sure what happened…how you left your heart OR HOW to get back into your heart, then today’s episode is precisely for you! Accessing our hearts is something we can’t take for granted. SHOW NOTES... In order to live and love from your heart and soul…the true essence of who you are…it's dependent on having full access to your heart (YOU.) A lot of times people don’t even think about it until I start asking questions. TODAY'S S.O.L. STORY was inspired from my trip back into my home from the gym. In order to get back “home” I have to unlock 4 doors and enter/exit an elevator after going all the way up to the top floor. Then I have to open another door. That's 5 LOCKED DOORS! Leaving my home is easy. No locked doors. No keys required. However, accessing it takes unlocking doors with a key (keys.) I believe that our heart IS our home. Why? Because we must live from your heart if we desire a fulfilling life of ease. Quite simply, a life of TRUTH. As I shared yesterday in EPISODE 023, if you desire to redefine S.O.L. you must STOP PRETENDING! Living from your heart is the way to do this! It’s easy to leave our heart (home.) However, it’s not as easy to come back home. Remember, your heart is there. It didn’t leave. You have a heart. You also have a spirit, soul, body, mind, emotions, will…you have it ALL, but are you actually accessing it? The key hub is YOUR HEART. It’s your center point. But, are you accessing it? The 3 KEYS to get back to your heart and ACCESS it: #1: Acknowledge it. Acknowledge that you left it, and IT’S THERE. Acknowledge that YOU’RE THERE. Tap into the feeling of your heart. HOW? By listening. Look at the word: Heart. hEARt. EAR is right in the center of it. You must listen with your heart. And it begins with HEAR… Hear what your heart is telling you, and acknowledge it. #2: Accept it. Accept whatever it is that your heart is feeling, and telling you. Whatever needs to be acknowledged needs to also be accepted. HOW? By loving your heart. Which is YOU. You are your heart. Sometimes we feel as though our heart’s been broken. You may feel broken. But the truth is, you are not broken, and you DO NOT NEED FIXING. You are a WHOLE, COMPLETE BEING. Even if it hurts. Are you willing to acknowledge and accept your heart, by loving YOU exactly where you are? Right here? Right now? #3: Act. Not a performance act, but by taking action. HOW? By living. Living IN and FROM your heart. The Word says that faith without works is dead. Faith without action is dead. If you’re not taking action on that which you ACKNOWLEDGE and ACCEPT...which is what you BELIEVE…not only is faith dead, but your life will not have LIFE in it. You’ll find yourself going through the motions. but you will NOT be living your life fully, authentically, lovingly, UNCONDITIONALLY lovingly, and with the POWER that’s available to YOU. IT’S AVAILABLE TO ALL OF US! Acknowledge by listening. Accept by loving. Act by living. Live and act in TRUTH, which is exactly who you are. This is how you access your heart AND how you live from your heart. I really hope this helps you today. Sometimes it may feel like getting back into your heart is almost impossible, but NOTHING’S IMPOSSIBLE. If you believe it’s possible, it’s possible. Get your hopes up. Acknowledge. Accept. Act on what you believe. This is TRUTH. This is POWER. TODAY’S SACRED S.O.L. STEP: 1. Grab your SACRED S.O.L. D.A.T.E. JOURNAL (Daily Action To Engage with yourself.) 2. Write down your reason for wanting to get back to your heart. What is the reason that you’re willing to take these keys and steps to get back to your heart? Write out your BIG WHY TO, and commit to doing it today. Acknowledge. Accept. Act on your REASON to go back to your heart today. Please stop by WomenSippingOnLife.com. I'd love to know how things are going for you. Also, I have some FREE resources for you. Thank you SO much for allowing me to speak into your heart, and for being here with me, Sipping On Life. I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow. xo Dr. Shannon. Inspiring minds that want to grow and hearts that want to know, so you can love you, your life, and your life’s work well. ONE SIP AT A TIME. A special thanks to the following souls for helping me launch our WOMEN SIPPING ON LIFE podcast… Intro/Outro done by Uni V. SOL  Outro music by Jay Man: Mind Over Matter (www.ourmusicbox.com)  Podcast cover design and web site done by: Pablo Aguilar (www.webdesigncreator.com) Podcast cover photo by Kate Montague of KM Captured (www.kmcaptured.com)

2:25:  Everything in #Illinois is going broke 6:07:  Flattening yield curve, this time is different? 9:15:  #Fed vs bond market 12:42 Charles Evans discovers #Amazon 16:20 We need #inflation? 19:00 Which way interest rates 21:45 Fundamentals in the #energy market Subscribe to Grant’s Podcast on iTunes & Stitcher. Grant’s Interest Rate Observer is available at http://www.grantspub.com 

Golden ticket winner #2 hails from Australia and brings her pet wallaby onto the show! Not really, but you fucking believed it for a second.  Team USA is dominating the Olympics right now, so when the GOP completes our country's transformation into a fascist hellscape, maybe Brazil will take us. A new report says Millennials are having less sex than any other generation of the past 60 years. In related news, a newer report says #Millennials have offered up their services for the greater good.  What's a podcast without a little emotional whiplash? AP Choice takes us from fun to tragic in 5 seconds flat. Dumpster Fire 2016 has some bad news for the country's resident demagogue, but also WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK is this about assassination rhetoric? How can we become complacent to this? No kidding guys, normalizing implications of violence is how despots begin removing their political foes from power. Jenna takes us down under and quizzes us on everything Australia. We know enough to know we'll never visit without a suitcase full of anti-venom.  And in this week's After Dark: "Many people are saying..." is how Trump has been getting away with outlandish statements. So we cultivate a few of our own, and Andrew asks us to defend them.  Two Truths, One Lie: Aussie Edition.  We learn that Aussies wear thongs all year round. Even the men. Sisqo would be proud. 

I spent new years in Buenos Aires. 32 years after the Military Dictatorship fell.

16.08.2015

Christian Rock!

Christian Rock!

Christian Rock!

Christian Rock!

Christian Rock!

Christian Rock!

Christian Rock!

Christian Rock!

Christian Rock!

Christian Rock!

Between our busy lives, the constant need for multi-tasking and an ever-present stream of distractions at our fingertips, it's easy to get lost and lose sight of the simple joys, especially in knitting. This week, Kelley get's her knitting back on track by going back to the beginnings of her fiber life. Not only did the books of Elizabeth Zimmermann serve as a guide to new techniques and projects, but also as a companion. EZ's unique style and sensibilities make her a loved teacher and friend amongst knitters. Hear Hear more about Kelley's introduction to Elizabeth and review of her favorite EZ books, along with what new projects have found their way onto Kelley's needles.

This week Mark Thompson and Emma Burnell are joined by parliamentary lobby correspondent and host of the "Hear Hear" podcast Sean Dilley to chew over the week in politics. They discuss various aspects of the aftermath of the murder of Drummer Lee Rigby in Woolwich including the political and media responses. They also cover whether David Cameron should be able to take a holiday and touch upon the recent fortunes of the Conservative Party more widely.

Luke Series

Luke Series

Captain's log Supplemental (I always wanted to write that in a post) since you are glorious listeners have given us so many great things to talk about, such as trivia, what ifs, ideas for different topics, likes, and of course dislikes, we have decided to drop the Sci-Fi from the Supplemental and bring you more of your Hailing Frequencies and Subspace Signals. You may ask why, but we here at Trekcast just love including the thoughts and ideas you pose to us every week and we cant help but let everyone else listen to what you all had to say. So here it is for your listening pleasure the Trekcast Supplemental enjoy and remember to keep on sending us your thought and your call-ins via Skype and you all know how much we love those 5 star reviews on iTunes. Also just so you know we have a new subscriber area that we will be posting some very special commentaries for various episodes throughout all the Star Trek series. So if your loving Trekcast and want more please feel free to subscribe and help us bring even more Trekcast to you. Thanks again from the team of geeks and we'll see you in a couple days for the next episode of Trekcast the Star Trek Podcast. Listen on iTunes