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 Ashley, William H., fur trader and Congressman, was born in Powhatan county, Va., about 1778. In 1808 he went to Upper Louisiana (now Missouri) and was there made a brigadier-general of militia. In 1822 he organized the Rocky Mountain Fur company and went to the Rocky mountains, where he formed friendly relations with the Indians. with whom he traded for many years and accumulated a comfortable fortune. In some of his excursions from the States to his trading posts he crossed Kansas, though his route was generally up the Platte valley. In 1820 he was elected lieutenant-governor of Illinois, and later removed to Missouri. From 1831 to 1837 he represented a Missouri district in Congress. He died at Boonville, Mo., March 26, 1838.

 Ashton, a village of Walton township, Sumner county, is a station on the Kansas Southwestern R. R., about 16 miles southeast of Wellington, the county seat. It has a money order postoffice with one rural free delivery route, express and telegraph offices, several general stores, and in 1910 reported a population of 125.

Ash Valley, a rural hamlet of Pawnee county, is in the township of the same name, in Ash creek valley, about 12 miles northwest of Larned, the county seat, with which it is connected by stage, and from which it receives mail.

 Assaria, one of the active incorporated towns of Saline county, is located in Smoky View township, on the Union Pacific R. R., 12 miles south of Saline, the county seat. It has a number of business establishments, a bank, telegraph and express offices and an international money order postoffice, with one rural route. The population in 1910 was 246. The town was laid out in 1879 by a town company, of which Highland Fairchild was president,

Atchison, the seat of justice of Atchison county, located in the eastern part on the Missouri river, was founded in 1854 and named in honor of David R. Atchison, United States senator from Missouri, who. when Kansas was opened for settlement, interested some of his friends in the scheme of forming a city in the new territory. However, it seems that all were not agreed upon the location he had selected, and on July 20, 1854. Dr. J. H. Stringfellow, Ira Norris, Leonidas Oldham, James B. Martin and Neal Owens left Platte City, Mo.. to decide definitely upon a site. They crossed the Missouri river near Fort Leavenworth and continued to travel up stream along the western bank until they reached the place where Atchison now stands, where they found a site that was the natural outlet of a remarkably rich agricultural region just open to settlement. They also found that two men named George M. Million and Samuel Dickson had staked claims near the river. Million's claim lay south of what is now known as Atchison street and consisted of a quarter section. Dickson had built a small cabin on his claim, and this cabin was the first structure erected on the site of the present city. Million had a ferry, on which he crossed to the Missouri side to his home, but on the day the prospectors arrived he was on the Kansas side. From a map in his possession, the


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You know, I may end up transcribing the Garfield comics here eventually. I still have some things to figure out with comics though. The Garfields are short, so they make for excellent test cases of the technology. :) PseudoSkull (talk) 20:20, 16 January 2024 (UTC)

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Thanks very much for your edits to the pages of The Limits of Evolution (1904). Just some advice: Before marking the pages as proofread, all the lines withing a paragraph should be joined together. When a paragraph ends at the end of a page, the template is added there so that it is transcluded correctly. We usually also do not indent first lines of a paragraph. The page numbers at the bottom of a page should go to the footer so that it is not transcluded. See e. g. my edit here. I do wish you happy editing :-) Jan Kameníček (talk) 20:24, 16 January 2024 (UTC)

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 I decline either the wild guesses of the Spookist and Providentialist—I must put you there, I'm afraid, Sir Eliphaz—or the metaphors of Mr. Huss. Fact"

Dr. Barrack paused. "I put my faith in Fact."

"There's a lot in Fact," said Mr. Dad, who found much that was congenial in the doctor's downright style.

"What do I see about me?" asked Dr. Barrack. "A struggle for existence. About that I ask a very plain and simple question: why try to get behind it? That is It. It made me. I study it and watch it. It put me up like a cockshy, and it keeps on trying to destroy me. I do my best to dodge its blows. It got my leg. My head is bloody but unbowed. I reproduce my kind—as abundantly as circumstances permit—I stamp myself upon the universe as much as possible. If I am right, if I do the right things and have decently good luck, I shall hold out until my waning instincts dispose me to rest. My breed and influence are the marks of my rightness. What else is there? You may call this struggle what you like. God, if you like. But God for me is an anthropomorphic idea. Call it The Process."

"Why not Evolution?" said Mr. Huss.

"I prefer The Process. The word Evolution rather begs the moral question. It's a cheap word. 'Shon!' Evolution seems to suggest just a simple and automatic unfolding. The Process is complex; it has its ups and downs—as Mr. Huss understands. It is more like a Will than an Automaton. A Will feeling about. It isn't indifferent to us as Mr. Huss suggests;


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 it uses us. It isn't subordinate to us as Sir Eliphaz would have us believe; playing the part of a Providence just for our comfort and happiness. Some of us are hammer and some of us are anvil, some of us are sparks and some of us are the beaten stuff which survives. The Process doesn't confide in us; why should it? We learn what we can about it, and make what is called a practical use of it, for that is what the will in the Process requires."

Mr. Dad, stirred by the word "practical," made a noise of assent. But not a very confident noise: a loan rather than a gift.

"And that is where it seems to me Mr. Huss goes wrong altogether. He does not submit himself to those Realities. He sets up something called the Spirit in Man, or the God in his Heart, to judge them. He wants to judge the universe by the standards of the human intelligence at its present stage of development. That's where I fall out with him. These are not fixed standards. Man goes on developing and evolving. Some things offend the sense of justice in Mr. Huss, but that is no enduring criterion of justice; the human sense of justice has developed out of something different, and it will develop again into something different. Like everything else in us, it has been produced by the Process and it will be modified by the Process. Some things, again, he says are not beautiful. There also he would condemn. But nothing changes like the sense of beauty. A band of art students can start a new movement, cubist, vorticist, or what not, and change your sense of beauty. If seeing things as beautiful conduces to


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 survival, we shall see them as beautiful sooner or later, rest assured. I daresay the hyenas admire each other—in the rutting season anyhow So it is with mercy and with everything. Each creature has its own standards. After man is the Beyond-Man, who may find mercy folly, who may delight in things that pain our feeble spirits. We have to obey the Process in our own place and our own time. That is how I see things. That is the stark truth of the universe looked at plainly and hard."

The lips of Mr. Dad repeated noiselessly: "plainly and hard." But he felt very uncertain.

For some moments the doctor sat with his forearms resting on the table as if he had done. Then he resumed.

"I gather that this talk here to-day arose out of a discussion about education."

"You'd hardly believe it," said Mr. Dad.

But Dr. Barrack's next remark checked Mr. Dad's growing approval. "That seems perfectly logical to me. It's one of the things I can never understand about schoolmasters and politicians and suchlike, the way they seem to take it for granted you can educate and not bring in religion and socialism and all your beliefs. What is education? Teaching young people to talk and read and write and calculate in order that they may be told how they stand in the world and what we think we and the world generally are up to, and the part we expect them to play in the game. Well, how can we do that and at the same time leave it all out? What is the game? That is what every youngster wants to know. Answering him, is educa-


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 136 ‘Gracious! What would anyone say if they—"

“Oh, rot,” replied Bulgie cheerfully. “Stay and smoke a cigarette with us. I know you're simply longing for a cigarette. Come along!”

He slipped his arm about her waist with the obvious intention of drawing her toward an armchair. She shook herself free with unmistakable anger.

“Stop that!” she ordered indignantly, and endcavored to slip past him; but he barred her way smilingly.

“Tut, tut, tut, tut!” he mocked airily, and essayed to recapture her waist. However, at this point Mr. Arbuthnot, having regarded the little scene at two- mile range with increasing solemnity, intervened.

“Oh, I say, Bulgie,” quoth he. in deprecation and with a curious little tremor in his voice, “you're worrying Miss Barker. Cut it out.”

“Mind your own business, sweet child,” retorted Bulgie somewhat sharply.

Miss Barker dodged Bulgie's third attempt, ran past him and was half- way to her room before he had reached the foot of the stairs.

“Damn you, Arbuthnot,” he scowled, returning crestfallen to the study.

“Damin you, old chap,” replied his friend, cheerfully.

“What the devil do you mean?” asked Bulgie with another scowl.

“Oh, don’t be an ass. You know jolly well that there’s nothing wrong with that little girl. You found that out long ago. Why go on so ungrace-

fully?” Mr. Arbuthnot hiccoughed slightly. “Let's talk about something else.”

They squabbled for a little time long- er, and then went slowly up to bed, yawning and growling. Bulgie slammed his bedroom door. Whercupon Mr. Arbuthnot, who still retained some sense of humor, and who had already closed his door quietly, rcopened it and, without a smile, shut it again with a crash that re-echoed all through the big house.

He regarded himself as now quits with Bulgie, who, on the strength of that German machine gun, had been rather patronizing in the earlier part of the evening.

VIII
Upstate and by this time safely in bed, Miss Barker heard—and guessed quite accurately the reason of—those two slammed doors. Her sense of humour was certainly quite as keen as that of Mr. Arbuthnot, but just at that moment the sounds conveyed to her a much more primitive and unintellectual satisfaction.

She had taken a first step, at some risk, but with most gratifving success. Her frank intention had gone no further than to present herself to Mr. Arbuthnot’s notice under conditions more attractive than conventional; bhut the luck had remained with her, and she felt that she had achieved much more than she had hoped for.

Her next step lay quite clearly be- fore her.. Tomorrow—today rather— she would thank Mr. Arbuthnot very, very modestly and carnestly for having protected her from the advances of the wicked Bulgie. It was going to be quite simple. So simple that her mind passed on with dismay to the ending of the adventure, as a thing already assured. Before she fell asleep she got out of bed and scribbled a little protesting note to the blind, stupid boy in his cot at Birwich Hospital.

“Dearest” it ran, [ don't know when you will be able to hawve this read to you, but whenever you are able to think about things I want you to know that nothimg” (she underlined *“‘nothing” three times) “can e-cr make any differ- ence to me and that [ shall always love you—Dbetter than [ loved even you— before. Darling DBertie, ask some one to write to me for vou—ito let ne knowe how vou are getting on—and what vour plans are and how long vou think you will have to remain in hospital. - I have been thinking of vou cver since I saw you. I am alweavs thinking of you. Don’t ever forget what I have said.


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 tion. Either we are going to say what we think the game is plainly and straightforwardly, or else we are going to make motions as though we were educating when we are really doing nothing of the kind. In which case the stupid ones will grow up with their heads all in a muddle and be led by any old catchword anywhere according to luck, and the clever ones will grow up with the idea that life is a sort of empty swindle. Most educated people in this country believe it is a sham and a swindle. They flounder about and never get up against a reality It's amazing how people can lose their grip on reality—how most people have. The way my patients come along to me and tell me lies—even about their stomachaches. The idea of anything being direct and reasonable has gone clean out of their heads. They think they can fool me about the facts, and that when I'm properly fooled, I shall then humbug their stomachs into not aching—somehow

"Now my gospel is this:—face facts. Take the world as it is and take yourself as you are. And the fundamental fact we all have to face is this, that this Process takes no account of our desires or fears or moral ideas or anything of the sort. It puts us up, it tries us over, and if we don't stand the tests it knocks us down and ends us. That may not be right as you test it by your little human standards, but it is right by the atoms and the stars. Then what must a proper Education be?"

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 yourselves up to the hilt. It is no good being anything but your essential self because"

Dr. Barrack spoke like one who quotes a sacred formula. "There is no inheritance of acquired characteristics. Your essential self, your essential heredity, are on trial. Put everything of yourself into the Process. If the Process wants you it will accept you; if it doesn't you will go under. You can't help it—either way. You may be the bit of marble that is left in the statue, or you may be the bit of marble that is thrown away. You can't help it. Be yourself!"

Dr. Barrack had sat back; he raised his voice at the last words and lifted his hand as if to smite the table. But, so good a thing is professional training, he let his hand fall slowly, as he remembered that Mr. Huss was his patient.

Mr. Huss did not speak for some moments. He was thinking so deeply that he seemed to be unobservant of the cessation of the doctor's discourse.

Then he awoke to the silence with a start.

"You do not differ among yourselves so much as you may think," he said at last.

"You all argue to one end, however wide apart your starting points may be. You argue that men may lead fragmentary lives

"And," he reflected further, "submissive lives."

"Not submissive," said Dr. Barrack in a kind of footnote.

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 more fun to stand on the bottom rail, so that he could lean right over, and watch the river slipping slowly away beneath him. Pooh could get his chin on to the bottom rail if he wanted to, but it was more fun to lie down and get his head under it, and watch the river slipping slowly away beneath him. And this was the only way in which Piglet and Roo could watch the river at all, because they were too small to reach the bottom rail. So they would lie down and watch it and it slipped away very slowly, being in no hurry to get there.

One day, when Pooh was walking towards this bridge, he was trying to make up a piece of poetry about fir-cones, because there they were, lying about on each side of him, and he felt singy. So he picked a fir-cone up, and looked at it, and said to himself, “This is a very good fir-cone, and something ought to rhyme to it.” But he couldn’t think of anything. And then this came into his head suddenly:


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 “Which doesn’t make sense,” said Pooh, “because Kanga doesn’t live in a tree.”

He had just come to the bridge; and not looking where he was going, he tripped over something and the fir-cone jerked out of his paw into the river.

“Bother,” said Pooh, as it floated slowly under the bridge, and he went back to get another fir-cone which had a rhyme to it. But then he thought that he would just look at the river instead, because it was a peaceful sort of day, so he lay down and looked at it, and it slipped slowly away beneath him and suddenly, there was his fir-cone slipping away too.

“That’s funny,” said Pooh. “I dropped it on the other side,” said Pooh, “and it came out on this side! I wonder if it would do it again?” And he went back for some more fir-cones.

It did. It kept on doing it. Then he dropped two in at once, and leant over the bridge to see which of them would come out first; and one of them did; but as they were both the same size, he didn’t know if it was the one which he wanted to win, or the other one. So the next time he dropped one big one and one little one, and the big one came out first, which was what he had said it would do, and the little one came out last, which was what he had said it would do, so he had won twice and when he went home for tea, he had won thirty-six and lost


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962 poems, out of 1775 we have, are possibly copyrighted!!!

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 * 1) A darting fear — a pomp — a tear —
 * 2) Alone, I cannot be —
 * 3) An Hour is a Sea
 * 4) As if I asked a common Alms,
 * 5) Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
 * 6) Away from Home are some and I —
 * 7) Before He comes we weigh the Time!
 * 8) Best Gains — must have the Losses' Test —
 * 9) By a flower — By a letter —
 * 10) Could I — then — shut the door —
 * 11) Fitter to see Him, I may be
 * 12) For largest Woman's Hearth I knew —
 * 13) Give little Anguish —
 * 14) Gratitude — is not the mention
 * 15) Great Caesar! Condescend
 * 16) Her breast is fit for pearls,
 * 17) His Feet are shod with Gauze —
 * 18) How well I knew Her not
 * 19) I could not drink it, Sweet,
 * 20) I have a Bird in spring
 * 21) I stole them from a Bee —
 * 22) I would distil a cup,
 * 23) I'll send the feather from my Hat!
 * 24) If she had been the Mistletoe
 * 25) Is it true, dear Sue?
 * 26) It is the Meek that Valor wear
 * 27) Let others - show this Surry's Grace
 * 28) Life is death we're lengthy at
 * 29) Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
 * 30) Like her the Saints retire,
 * 31) Nature and God — I neither knew
 * 32) No Prisoner be —
 * 33) No Rose, yet felt myself a'bloom
 * 34) Not all die early, dying young —
 * 35) Not "Revelation" — 'tis — that waits,
 * 36) Perhaps you think me stooping
 * 37) She sped as Petals of a Rose
 * 38) Should you but fail at — Sea —
 * 39) Sic transit gloria mundi
 * 40) So glad we are — a Stranger'd deem
 * 41) Soto! Explore thyself!
 * 42) "Speech" — is a prank of Parliament —
 * 43) Teach Him — When He makes the names —
 * 44) The Definition of Beauty is
 * 45) The Guest is gold and crimson —
 * 46) The Juggler's Hat her Country is —
 * 47) The lovely flowers embarrass me
 * 48) The Wind didn't come from the Orchard — today —
 * 49) There is another sky
 * 50) "They have not chosen me," he said,
 * 51) Tho' my destiny be Fustian —
 * 52) Through lane it lay — through bramble —
 * 53) To my small Hearth His fire came —
 * 54) To this World she returned.
 * 55) Truth — is as old as God —
 * 56) Unable are the Loved to die
 * 57) We can but follow to the Sun —
 * 58) We'll pass without the parting
 * 59) What care the Dead, for Chanticleer —
 * 60) When Continents expire
 * 61) When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,
 * 62) Where I have lost, I softer tread —
 * 63) Whose cheek is this?
 * 64) Would you like summer? Taste of ours.

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, either directly or with the aid of a machine or device.” 17 U.S.C. § 102(a); see Formula, 725 F.2d at 525. The statutory language, read together with the CONTU report, leads inexorably to the conclusion that the copyright in a computer program extends to the object code version of the program. Formula, 725 F.2d at 525; Franklin, 714 F.2d at 1248; CONTU Report at 21.

Nor does a refusal to recognize a per se right to disassembly object code lead to an absurd result. The ideas and functional concepts underlying many types of computer programs, including word processing programs, spreadsheets, and video game displays, are readily discernible without the need for disassembly, because the operation of such programs is visible on the computer screen. The need to disassemble object code arises, if at all, only in connection with operations systems, system interface procedures, and other programs that are not visible to the user when operating—and then only when no alternative means of gaining an understanding of those ideas and functional concepts exists. In our view, consideration of the unique nature of computer object code thus is more appropriate as part of the case-by-case, equitable “fair use” analysis authorized by section 107 of the Act. See infra Part III(D). Accordingly, we reject Accolade’s second argument.

Section 117 of the Copyright Act allows the lawful owner of a copy of a computer program to copy or adapt the program if the new copy or adaptation “is created as an essential step in the utilization of the computer program in conjunction with a machine and … is used in no other manner.” 17 U.S.C. § 117(1). Accolade contends that section 117 authorizes disassembly of the object code in a copyrighted computer program.

Section 117 was enacted on the recommendation of CONTU, which noted that “[b]ecause the placement of any copyrighted work into a computer is the preparation of a copy [since the program is loaded into the computer’s memory], the law should provide that persons in rightful possession of copies of programs be able to use them freely without fear of exposure to copyright liability.” CONTU Report at 13. We think it is clear that Accolade’s use went far beyond that contemplated by CONTU and authorized by section 117. Section 117 does not purport to protect a user who disassembles object code, converts it from assembly into source code, and makes printouts and photocopies of the refined source code version.

Accolade contends, finally, that its disassembly of copyrighted object code as a necessary step in its examination of the unprotected ideas and functional concepts embodied in the code is a fair use that is privileged by section 107 of the Act. Because, in the case before us, disassembly is the only means of gaining access to those unprotected aspects of the program, and because Accolade has a legitimate interest in gaining such access (in order to determine how to make its cartridges compatible with the Genesis console), we agree with Accolade. Where there is good reason for studying or examining the unprotected aspects of a copyrighted computer program, disassembly for purposes of such study or examination constitutes a fair use.

As a preliminary matter, we reject Sega’s contention that the assertion of a fair use defense in connection with the disassembly of object code is precluded by statute. First, Sega argues that not only does section 117 of the Act not authorize disassembly of object code, but it also constitutes a legislative determination that any copying of a computer program other than that authorized by section 117 cannot be considered a fair use of that program


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258 steamer went over the Cascades, has been chief engineer for nearly ten years, having been connected with her longer than any other of her officers, with the exception of Captain Colson. The R. R. Thompson is two hundred and fifteen feet long, thirty-eight feet beam, and nine feet six inches hold, with engines twenty-eight by ninety-six inches; net tonnage, nine hundred and twelve. She was hauled out for extensive repairs in 1888 and was set afloat three months later with practically a new hull. In June, 1892, she sank near Mt. Coffin and was raised with great difficulty and brought to Portland for repairs (see 1892). The steamer S. G. Heed, built by the Oregon Steam Navigation Company for the lower river trade, was launched at Portland in July, 1878, making her trial trip September 9th. The following year she was operated as a seaside boat in charge of Richard Hoyt, captain, A. E. Dierdorff, chief engineer, W. G. Dillingham, purser, launch E. J. Moody, first officer. Capt. John Wolf afterward handled the steamer on the Cascade route, and Babbidge, Emken, Pease, Kindred, Moody, Bailey and Sullivan were in charge on the Astoria run. She was retired from service in 1894. The Reed was by one hundred and seventy-five feet long, thirty-three feet beam, and seven feet hold, with engines eighteen by eighty-four inches.

The steamer John Gates was added to the Oregon Steam Navigation Company's upper river fleet in 1878. She was built at Celilo, and was one hundred and fifty-one feet long, thirty-two feet beam, four feet eight inches hold, with engines sixteen by fifty-four inches. W. P. Gray was her first: master, and he was succeeded by Pingston, Stump, Sampson. Troup and others. In 1884 Captain Troup made a record for the steamer by taking.

her over Priest, Rock Island and Cabinet rapids, the object of the fren ia

trip being to ascertain if the river was navigable. Among those trade.

aboard were General Gibbons and staff, H. S. Rowe. Charles Ladd,

John Gates and C. A. Dolph. The steamer was condemned several

years ago, and in 1894 her house was placed on the hull built for the

new steamer Lewiston. The Oregon Steam Navigation Company

built the //arvest Queen at Celilo in 1878 to run in comeetion with

the improved service on the middle and lower river. The Ozer

was the largest steamer on the upper river, and, while she was not ,

very rapid in her movements, was as elegantly cquipped as the rn

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steamers farther down stream, Capt. James W. Troup was given command and ran the Queen between Celilo and Lewiston until February, 1881, when she was taken over Tumwater Rapids. fur-

nishing one of the most exciting trips ever made on the Columbia.

She left Celilo, February 8th, in charge of Captain ‘Troup. with

Engineers De Huff and Pardun. When she struck the brink the Ps rudders were torn off and the wheel damaged. The next plunge , broke her starboard eccentric, and in this helpless condition she collided with a submerged rock, tearing a hole in the hull and filling two compartments. Rudderless and unmanageable, she swing from this obstruetion and shortly afterward encountered a reel. which tore off the bow and nosing. ‘The swift current parted the chuin of idan the anchor, which was dropped, but fortunately the kedge hel: her. Mier te In the meantime the engineers had partly repaired damage. and ee with one engine working through broken pillow blocks, she was landed, anc further repairs were mate 4A steamer week later she was taken through the little Dalles and on the eighteenth through the big Dalles. Cay: John ae MeNulty commanded the steamer on the middle river, where she remained until 18yo, when Captain Froup

piloted her safely over the Cascades. Since that time she has been engaged on the lower river, with Capt. fare Edward Sullivan in charge most of the time. The //areest Queen is two hundred feet long, thiriy-ser «it feet tea

beam, and seven feet six inches hold, with engines twenty by ninety-six inches. She was exte

sively 1) jstired in 18g0, While 1878 was the banner year of steamboat building in the history of the Oregon Stea

Cart. WitniaM P. GRAY

m Nav ation Company, a great many fine steamers were set afloat by others. The Zza/ie, the fastest and finest ste er


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 section 107. That argument verges on the frivolous. Each of the exclusive rights created by section 106 of the Copyright Act is expressly made subject to all of the limitations contained in sections 107 through 120. 17 U.S.C. § 106. Nothing in the language or the legislative history of section 117, or in the CONTU Report, suggests that section 117 was intended to preclude the assertion of a fair use defense with respect to uses of computer programs that are not covered by section 117, nor has section 107 been amended to exclude computer programs from its ambit.

Moreover, sections 107 and 117 serve entirely different functions. Section 117 defines a narrow category of copying that is lawful per se. 17 U.S.C. § 117. Section 107, by contrast, establishes a defense to an otherwise valid claim of copyright infringement. It provides that particular instances of copying that otherwise would be actionable are lawful, and sets forth the factors to be considered in determining whether the defense applies. Id. § 107. The fact that Congress has not chosen to provide a per se exception to section 106 for disassembly does not mean that particular instances of disassembly may not constitute fair use.

Second, Sega maintains that the language and legislative history of section 906 of the Semiconductor Chip Protection Act of 1984section 906 of the Copyright Act of 1976, as added by the Semiconductor Chip Protection Act of 1984 [sic] (SCPA) establish that Congress did not intend that disassembly of object code be considered a fair use. Section 906 of the SCPA [sic] authorizes the copying of the “mask work” on a silicon chip in the course of reverse engineering the chip. 17 U.S.C. § 906. The mask work in a standard ROM chip, such as those used in the Genesis console and in Genesis-compatible cartridges, is a physical representation of the computer program that is embedded in the chip. The zeros and ones of binary object code are represented in the circuitry of the mask work by open and closed switches. Sega contends that Congress’s express authorization of copying in the particular circumstances set forth in section 906 constitutes a determination that other forms of copying of computer programs are prohibited.

The legislative history of the SCPA reveals, however, that Congress passed a separate statute to protect semiconductor chip products because it believed that semiconductor chips were intrinsically utilitarian articles that were not protected under the Copyright Act. H.R.Rep. No. 781, 98th Cong., 2d Sess. 8–10, reprinted in 1984 U.S.C.C.A.N. 5750, 5757–59. Accordingly, rather than amend the Copyright Act to extend traditional copyright protection to chips, it enacted “a sui generis form of protection, apart from and independent of the copyright laws.” Id. at 10, 1984 U.S.C.C.A.N. at 5759. Because Congress did not believe that semiconductor chips were eligible for copyright protection in the first instance, the fact that it included an exception for reverse engineering of mask work in the SCPA says nothing about its intent with respect to the lawfulness of disassembly of computer programs under the Copyright Act. Nor is the fact that Congress did not contemporaneously amend the Copyright Act to permit disassembly significant, since it was focusing on the protection to be afforded to semiconductor chips. Here we are dealing not with an alleged violation of the SCPA, but with the copying of a computer program, which is governed by the Copyright Act. Moreover, Congress expressly stated that it did not intend to “limit, enlarge or otherwise affect the scope, duration, ownership or subsistence of copyright protection … in computer programs, data bases, or any other copyrightable works embodied in semiconductor chip products.” Id. at 28, 1984 U.S.C.C.A.N. at 5777. Accordingly, Sega’s second statutory argument also fails. We proceed to consider Accolade’s fair use defense.

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 * /A Complaint about Correspondents, dated in San Francisco/, 26
 * /Answers to Correspondents/, 34
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 twenty-eight, which meant that he was—that he had—well, you take twenty-eight from thirty-six, and that’s what he was. Instead of the other way round.

And that was the beginning of the game called Poohsticks, which Pooh invented, and which he and his friends used to play on the edge of the Forest. But they played with sticks instead of fir-cones, because they were easier to mark.

Now one day Pooh and Piglet and Rabbit and Roo were all playing Poohsticks together. They had dropped their sticks in when Rabbit said “Go!” and then they had hurried across to the other side of the bridge, and now they were all leaning over the edge, waiting to see whose stick would come out first. But it was a long time coming, because the river was very lazy that day, and hardly seemed to mind if it didn’t ever get there at all.

“I can see mine!” cried Roo. “No, I can’t, it’s something else. Can you see yours, Piglet? I thought I could see mine, but I couldn’t. There it is! No, it isn’t. Can you see yours, Pooh?”

“No,” said Pooh.

“I expect my stick’s stuck,” said Roo. “Rabbit, my stick’s stuck. Is your stick stuck, Piglet?”

“They always take longer than you think,” said Rabbit.

“How long do you think they’ll take?” asked Roo.

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Ahoj, dnes vypršela autorská práva, mohl bys to přenést na Commons? Já nemám oprávnění. Je tam už založena kategorie Paintings by Emil Filla. Díky, Gumruch (talk) 14:02, 1 January 2024 (UTC)
 * ✅ --Jan Kameníček (talk) 14:22, 1 January 2024 (UTC)

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The “older copy” is that PDF; a newer copy was released later, with fewer redactions. (The underlying file is the same, however.) TE(æ)A,ea. (talk) 00:22, 2 January 2024 (UTC)
 * And do we have the newer copy? If so, can you provide a link, please?
 * Pinging also who created the index. --Jan Kameníček (talk) 00:40, 2 January 2024 (UTC)
 * The new copies are here. TE(æ)A,ea. (talk) 00:47, 2 January 2024 (UTC)
 * ✅. The index has been apparently abandoned anyway. --Jan Kameníček (talk) 10:56, 6 January 2024 (UTC)

Data in tables

 * (Continued from Proposed deletions since this is sort of irrelevant to the works being discussed).

I was referring to us (as Wikisource) using mathematical proof as a source. Think of it like this... All the newbie editors who came from Wikipedia, made one edit called "The numbers of pi", with a list of a thousand decimal digits, and it got deleted.

In order to come up with something like what numbers contain pi, on their own that is, that newbie editor would have to rely on some logic, hypothetically. So when challenged, the newbie would say "But, the numbers of pi exist! They're real!" But my argument against them would be something like "Well, we know it because of math. It's not a document of any kind, so should be excluded as out of scope."

But, on the other hand, a document, like "The Numbers of Pi Up to a Million Numbers, by the US Department of Departmentation", with the text: "Here are the numbers of pi:" (continues for 100 pages). If we were transcribing that document, it'd be different, because we (as Wikisourcers) aren't citing math, but a print document that we can back with a scan.

The Pi Document is a hypothetical document that I (marginally) think should be kept in the circumstance of its existence. I don't think it's that useful, so I understand if it sounds a bit absurd, but I'd argue it to be kept out of principle.

On a more practical note, with a non-hypothetical example, there are loads of important historical documents containing weather data going back to the 1800s. It's often just in the form of purely numbers and data in thousands and thousands of pages of tables. These, in my opinion, would be great to have hosted online, since it can put those records directly in the hands of people looking for that very kind of obscure information. And we could source it with the original documents, putting to use our own authentic sourcing approach (scan-backing) to the weather data, that other sites that might list the same data simply wouldn't think to use.

But, unfortunately, the principle of "no raw data allowed" might lead to a deletion outcome of that very type of scan-backed weather data from a year like 1903, which I think would be sad. I would be impressed by an editor taking the time to transcribe those, and would be glad they did, and objectively think it would do some good for researchers. So for documents like that to be deleted based on this principle is worried about (and some editors have already expressed the sentiment that they should be excluded, in a recent discussion about such weather documentation).

So things like that are the worry I have with the slippery slope of table exclusion. PseudoSkull (talk) 01:56, 9 January 2024 (UTC)

 * Thanks for the detailed explanation of your opinion. I do understand what you mean and it is definitely a valid point of view, though I quite do not share it. For me the value of such "works" is just little, with a potential to flood Wikisource with countless standalone tables, lists etc. The downloaded PDFs are often not scans in the usual meaning of the word, they are files of purely electronic origin, made in some PDF creator of even in Word by a government employee within a few minutes, without any time to accompany them with any context, detailed analysis or whatever, as there are many more lists and tables of other raw data waiting in the queue to be "published" on the Internet. -- Jan Kameníček (talk) 18:29, 9 January 2024 (UTC)

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There are a number of orphaned pages that were linked to the Index:Heidi (IA heidi00spyri).pdf which you deleted.

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Should I go through and mark each for speedy delete ? Or can you do that from this list ? -- Beardo (talk) 16:45, 9 January 2024 (UTC)

 * ✅, thanks for notifying me! -- Jan Kameníček (talk) 18:14, 9 January 2024 (UTC)

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This template is being deprecated. A simple list like the one you reverted should be using *!/s with a CSS class setup in a pagestyle. ShakespeareFan00 (talk) 17:46, 8 February 2024 (UTC)
 * Well, if it is to be substituted, it has to be done in such a way it does not affect the outcome. BTW, I failed to find any official deprecating discussion besides Proposed deletions/Archives/2019, whose result was "not deleted". --Jan Kameníček (talk) 17:54, 8 February 2024 (UTC)
 * Perhaps you could reformat the relevant pages to use newer templates? I've tried to use CSS lists but cannot currently match the formatting in the page. You may have to abandon an exact match to the scan, in favour of a semantic match to the intent of the page. ShakespeareFan00 (talk) 19:27, 8 February 2024 (UTC)

Adventures of America, 1857-1900: A Pictorial Record from Harper's Weekly
Thanks for deleting that page. There is the page Talk:Adventures of America, 1857-1900: A Pictorial Record from Harper's Weekly associated with that page, which should also go, shouldn't it ? -- Beardo (talk) 21:49, 3 March 2024 (UTC)
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Outline

 * Introduction
 * Neutrality principle, which transcends bigotry
 * While we may host bigoted material, we also host a great collection of anti-racist material here

 * General anti-censorship sentiments on Wikisource and wikis in general
 * Academic usefulness of works despite the opinions they represent
 * Past discussions about using a disclaimer template for works
 * Varying amounts of offensive material being a complication
 * Public perception of the works being a good reason to include a disclaimer notice
 * Arguments for and against disclaimer templates should be put in this section (both sides have perfectly valid points that should be considered here)

 * Individual contributor reputation concerns
 * Being a reason to demotivate contributors from working on or maintaining this type of material

Whether we like it or not, racism is an ugly but very prevalent part of the history of most cultures. To avoid works that display or document racist ideas is to ignore significant bits of history itself, as it actually played out, in favor of an unrealistic portrayal of history that fits modern standards.

Racism is an unacceptable tenet in our society. But consider that understanding racism at its core is quintessential to

Complexity
People often like to think in strict paradigms—"this author was racist," or "this book was not racist." But the true racial ideas of a work or an author are, in reality, usually a lot more complex than that, and a more nuanced approach should be considered.

Take Al Jolson as an example. Known as the "King of Blackface" for his infamous performances, Jolson's legacy is complex. While his use of blackface was undoubtedly problematic and contributed to harmful racial stereotypes, historians note he was somewhat progressive for his era. He helped bring jazz and African-American music into the mainstream and fought for racial inclusivity in entertainment, challenging norms of his time. Thus, despite the troubling aspects of his legacy, Jolson's contributions to more positive views of African Americans are also significant. People with similarly complex legacies in terms of race include Carl Van Vechten, a writer; and Eddie Cantor, also an actor.

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 the railway locomotive, by which social changes of immense importance have been brought about, of even greater consequence, considered in their results on human progress and civilization, than the condensing-engine of Watt.

One of the first grand results of Watt's invention—which placed an almost unlimited power at the command of the producing classes—was the establishment of the cotton-manufacture. The person most closely identified with the foundation of this great branch of industry was unquestionably Sir Richard Arkwright, whose practical energy and sagacity were perhaps even more remarkable than his mechanical inventiveness. His originality as an inventor has indeed been called in question, like that of Watt and Stephenson. Arkwright probably stood in the same relation to the spinning-machine that Watt did to the steam-engine and Stephenson to the locomotive. He gathered together the scattered threads of ingenuity which already existed, and wove them, after his own design, into a new and original fabric. Though Lewis Paul, of Birmingham, patented the invention of spinning by rollers thirty years before Arkwright, the machines constructed by him were so imperfect in their details, that they could not be profitably worked, and the invention was practically a failure. Another obscure mechanic, a reed-maker of Leigh, named Thomas Highs, is also said to have invented the water-frame and spinning-jenny; but they, too, proved unsuccessful.

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 the safety-lamp, the electric telegraph, and other inventions. Many ingenious minds are found labouring in the throes of invention, until at length the master mind, the strong practical man, steps forward, and straightway delivers them of their idea, applies the principle successfully, and the thing is done. Then there is a loud outcry among all the smaller contrivers, who see themselves distanced in the race; and hence men such as Watt, Stephenson, and Arkwright, have usually to defend their reputation and their rights as practical and successful inventors.

Richard Arkwright, like most of our great mechanicians, sprang from the ranks. He was born in Preston in. His parents were very poor, and he was the youngest of thirteen children. He was never at school: the only education he received he gave to himself; and to the last he was only able to write with difficulty. When a boy, he was apprenticed to a barber, and after learning the business, he set up for himself in Bolton, where he occupied an underground cellar, over which he put up the sign, "Come to the subterraneous barber—he shaves for a penny." The other barbers found their customers leaving them, and reduced their prices to his standard, when Arkwright, determined to push his trade, announced his determination to give "a clean shave for a halfpenny." After a few years he quitted his cellar, and became an itinerant dealer in hair. At that time wigs were worn, and wig-making formed an important branch of the barbering business. Arkwright went about buying hair for the wigs. He was accustomed to attend the hiring fairs throughout Lancashire resorted to by


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vi of the police. There was not one of you who would not have sworn as an eye-witness to this occurence; no doubt I was abetting, but you used to provide corroboration that was never given to you by me. As for myself, I suppose I always knew that I made Peter by rubbing the five of you violently together, as savages with two sticks produce a flame. That is all he is, the spark I got from you.

We had good sport of him before we clipped him small to make him fit the boards. Some of you were not born when the story began and yet were hefty figures before we saw that the game was up. Do you remember a garden at Burpham and the initiation there of No. 4 when he was six weeks old, and three of you grudged letting him in so young? Have you, No. 3, forgotten the white violets at the Cistercian abbey in which we cassocked our first fairies (all little friends of St. Benedict), or your cry to the Gods, ‘Do I just kill one pirate all the time?’ Do you remember Marooners’ Hut in the haunted groves of Waverley, and the St. Bernard dog in a tiger’s mask who so frequently attacked you, and the

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Voice from darkness.

to remember that, in the old days of peace, when a friend was run down or in want of thorough rest, it was a commonplace of advice to suggest a long voyage in a sailing ship. Somehow I do not think that, even when mines and traffic raiders are no more, I shall be quite so ready with this counsel after reading The Mutiny of the Elsinore. Of course I know that a voyage in nautical fiction can never be wholly uneventful, also that one is justified in looking to Mr. Author:Jack London for something rather strenuous. But really the Elsinore appears to touch the limit in this kind. I wish I could tell you properly about her crew. (Mr. takes chapters and chapters in which to do it). I suppose that every possible variety of undesirable was represented among them, from dangerous maniacs downwards. And their behaviour was what you might expect. The disquieting thing about the book is that the author gives to its most horrific episodes a cold and calculated air of truth. "Experto crede," he seems to say; "thus and thus is the real life of ships." So I had to believe him. There was only one passenger on board the Elsinore, and he finished the voyage in command of her. This was after the Captain had gone wrong in the head, and the First Officer had discovered the Second to be the murderer of one whom he had sworn to avenge. By this time also the voyage (which might be called one of attrition) had considerably reduced the Elsinore's company; while the survivors were mostly engaged in hurling bombs and vitriol at each other. What one might call an active, open-air book. But, though I am far from denying its grim strength, it will not be my favourite among its author's always interesting romances.

Mr. Author:Gilbert Cannan offers us in Young Earnest an extremely conscientious and plausible study of a talented, sensitive and, I am afraid, rather "superior" youth whose love affairs preoccupy him too exclusively and whose demands on life are so exacting that nothing can ever bring him content. I feel so sure from the good deal which I now know of young Fourmy and his behaviour to his wife, Linda, that brilliant suburban, and to Ann, the factory girl, that he never found with Cathleen the perfect peace which his creator alleges; or perhaps, more justly, that he never could have found it without a struggle and self-discipline, of which there are few signs. It is surely one of the fallacies of a common philosophy of romance—a fallacy much too crude for Mr. unusually careful method—that while this, that and the other relation, opening delightfully, becomes sordid or impossible some final selection is to prove automatically and permanently blissful, even if there be no legal ties to chafe against on principle. The fact is your Fourmys are in this difficult matter of the affections doomed to trouble as the sparks fly upward, and of course the perceptive author knows this perfectly well and his happy ending is only a "let's pretend." I have been fascinated by the skill of a series of uncannily clear-cut portraits; I know no other writer who has the power in so singular a degree of getting right down below surface traits to depths of mood and character. Analyse it and you will find that Mr. gives you no descriptions but merely lets his characters unfold themselves in their talk. There's much in that "merely."

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disquieting confessions must he made in printing at last the play of Peter Pan; among them this, that I have no recollection of having written it. Of that, however, anon. What I want to do first is to give Peter to the Five without whom he never would have existed. I hope, my dear sirs, that in memory of what we have been to each other you will accept this dedication with your friend’s love. The play of Peter is streaky with you still, though none may see this save ourselves. A score of Acts had to be left out, and you were in them all. We first brought Peter down, didn’t we, with a blunt-headed arrow in Kensington Gardens? I seem to remember that we believed we had killed him, though he was only winded, and that after a spasm of exultation in our prowess the more soft-hearted among us wept and all of us thought

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 constructing some of the parts of his perpetual-motion machinery. It is supposed that he was informed by Kay of the principle of spinning by rollers; but it is also said that the idea was first suggested to him by accidentally observing a red-hot piece of iron become elongated by passing between iron rollers. However this may be, the idea at once took firm possession of his mind, and he proceeded to devise the process by which it was to be accomplished, Kay being able to tell him nothing on this point. Arkwright now abandoned his business of hair collecting, and devoted himself to the perfecting of his machine, a model of which, constructed by Kay under his directions, he set up in the parlour of the Free Grammar School at Preston. Being a burgess of the town, he voted at the contested election at which General Burgoyne was returned; but such was his poverty, and such the tattered state of his dress, that a number of persons subscribed a sum sufficient to have him put in a state fit to appear in the poll-room. The exhibition of his machine in a town where so many workpeople lived by the exercise of manual labour proved a dangerous experiment; ominous growlings were heard outside the school-room from time to time, and Arkwright—remembering the fate of Kay, who was mobbed and compelled to fly from Lancashire because of his invention of the fly-shuttle, and of poor Hargreaves, whose spinning-jenny had been pulled to pieces only a short time before by a Blackburn mob—wisely determined on packing up his model and removing to a less dangerous locality. He went accordingly to Nottingham, where he applied to some of the local bankers for pecuniary assistance; and the Messrs.


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 “Are you sure it’s mine?” squeaked Piglet excitedly.

“Yes, because it’s grey. A big grey one. Here it comes! A very—big—grey Oh, no, it isn’t, it’s Eeyore.”

And out floated Eeyore.

“Eeyore!” cried everybody.

Looking very calm, very dignified, with his legs in the air, came Eeyore from beneath the bridge.

“It’s Eeyore!” cried Roo, terribly excited.

“Is that so?” said Eeyore, getting caught up by a little eddy, and turning slowly round three times. “I wondered.”

“I didn’t know you were playing,” said Roo.

“I’m not,” said Eeyore.

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 Rh was willing to champion this blind naturalist in his stand for evolution. Geoffrey St.-Hilaire was at first a follower of Buffon, but he later became convinced of the value of Lamarck's work, and even went so far in his belief as to champion Lamarck in a public debate with the great Cuvier. Despite the fact that the debate brought a certain fame to St.-Hilaire, he was judged the loser, and the affair was hailed as a great and conclusive victory for those who upheld the theory of special creation.

Although St.-Hilaire believed in the truth of organic evolution, he did not wholly agree with Lamarck. He supposed that environment—that is, surrounding conditions—determined the changes that took place in animals, and preceded some of the most modern of evolutionists by teaching that one species might arise suddenly from an earlier one, without any intermediate forms. As a result of these sudden changes, it was, said St.-Hilaire, often unnecessary to produce the "missing links" over which adverse critics made such a to-do. It Was also unnecessary to show why variations would not be wiped out before they were firmly established. According to his hypothesis, each new form was complete, and no amount of normal interbreeding with other forms would produce fertile hybrids between the two.

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 40 breadth of vision equalled by but few of the workers who preceded him. As Osborn states:

"The brilliant early achievements of Goethe in science afford another illustration of the union of imagination and powers of observation as the essential characteristics of the naturalist. When he took his journey into Italy, and the poetic instinct began to predominate over the scientific, science lost a disciple who would have ranked among the very highest, if not the highest. Of this time Goethe says: 'I have abandoned my master Loder for my friend Schiller, and Linnaeus for Shakespeare.' Yet Goethe, in the midst of poetry, never lost his passion or scientific studies. He seems to have felt instinctively that what contemporary science needed was not only observation, but generalization."

Goethe derived much of his inspiration from Buffon and the German natural philosophers. Unfortunately he never discovered the works of Lamarck, although he anticipated that scientist in some of his work with plants. There can be little doubt that, had Goethe discovered the "Philosophie Zoologique," he would have accepted its principal doctrine, and would have proclaimed them with a vigor that would have overcome even the antagonism of Cuvier. As


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 Rh it was, he confined his theory to the idea of the "unity of type," making it the chief basis for his conception of evolution. In his own words, this theory enabled him to "assert, without hesitation, that all the more perfect organic natures, such as fishes, amphibious animals, birds, mammals, and man at the head of the list, were all formed upon one original type, which varies only more or less in parts which are none the less permanent, and which still daily changes and modifies its form by propagation."

Akin to Goethe, in some respects, was Gottfried Treviranus (1776–1837), a German naturalist who was a contemporary of St.-Hilaire, Goethe, and Lamarck. Like the German natural philosophers, he considered life as the result of chemical and mechanical processes, and protested whole-heartedly against purely speculative work, calling it "dreams and visions." At the same time, he complained that most of botany and zoology was made up of dry registers of names and that the work of many naturalists consisted of the "spirit killing reading and writing of compilations." Treviranus believed that it was quite within the abilities of man to discover the basic philosophy of nature, largely by the use of working hypotheses as a means of aiding the investigator in attaining the actual facts.

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All of this shows that Treviranus, although an ardent believer in evolution, added very little to the idea. In his ideas of the factors of volution he did not advance beyond Buffon; in his ideas of descent he was less clear and accurate than his contemporary, Lamarck. But in his more general work, particularly in defining and organizing the science of biology, he rendered great service to future zoologists and evolutionists. And such service, slight though it was, was of value. During the early part of the nineteenth century the doctrine of evolution needed all the support that could be given it, and even a mistaken scientist was a valuable defender of a struggling cause.

Thus for more than two thousand years the theory of organic evolution had been growing. Philosophers, country doctors, poets, and naturalists had contributed their share to its volume, its character, and its support. But as yet is was little more than an idea in the rough, waiting for some one to refine it, to put


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 34 riage signifies nothing but a housewife's thrift, and that woman's life has no other aim."

On Friendship, Emerson analyzes: "Friendship, like the immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed. The lover, beholding his maiden, half knows that she is not verily that which he worships; and in the golden hour of friendship we are surprised with shades of suspicion and unbelief. We doubt that we bestow on our hero the virtues in which he shines, and afterwards worship the form to which we have ascribed this divine inhabitation. In strictness, the soul does not respect men as it respects itself. In strict science all persons underlie the same condition of an infinite remoteness. Shall we fear to cool our love by mining for the metaphysical foundation of this Elysian temple? Shall I not be as real as the things I see? If I am, I shall not fear to know them for what they are. Their essence is not less beautiful than their appearance, though it needs finer organs for its apprehension. The root of the plant is not unsightly to science, though for chaplets and festoons we cut the stem short. And I must hazard the production of the bald fact amidst these pleasing reveries, though it should prove an Egyptian skull at our banquet. A man who stands united with his thought conceives magnificently of himself. He is conscious of a universal success, even though bought by uniform particular failures. No advantages, no powers, no gold or force, can be any match for him. I cannot choose but rely on my own poverty more than on your wealth. I cannot make your consciousness tantamount


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 river on one side of Eeyore, the stones would make waves, and the waves would wash him to the other side.”

“That’s a very good idea,” said Rabbit, and Pooh looked happy again.

“Very,” said Eeyore. “When I want to be washed, Pooh, I’ll let you know.”

“Supposing we hit him by mistake?” said Piglet anxiously.

“Or supposing you missed him by mistake,” said Eeyore. “Think of all the possibilities, Piglet, before you settle down to enjoy yourselves.”

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 Rh to mine. Only the star dazzles; the planet has a faint, moon-like ray. I hear what you say of the admirable parts and tried temper of the party you praise, but I see well that for all his purple cloaks I shall not like him, unless he is at last a poor Greek like me. I cannot deny it, O friend, that the vast shadow of the Phenomenal includes thee also in its pied and painted immensity—thee, also, compared with whom all else is shadow. Thou art not Being, as Truth is, as Justice is—thou art not my soul, but a picture and effigy of that. Thou hast come to me lately, and already thou art seizing thy hat and cloak. Is it not that the soul puts forth friends as the tree puts forth leaves, and presently, by the germination of new buds, extrudes the old leaf? The law of Nature is alternation for evermore. Each electrical state superinduces the opposite. The soul environs itself with friends, that it may enter into a grander self-acquaintance or solitude; and it goes alone for a season, that it may exalt its conversation or society."

And.so, as to Friendship, Emerson draws his own conclusion: "I do then with my friends as I do with my books. I would have them where I can find them, but I seldom use them. We must have society on our, own terms, and admit or exclude it on the slightest cause. I cannot afford to speak much with my friend. If he is great, he makes me so great that I cannot descend to converse. In the great days, presentiments hover before in the firmament. I ought then to dedicate myself to them. I go in that I may seize them, I go out that I may


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The snowstorm was growing more and more violent. The flakes descended fine and dry, apparently it was freezing hard. My nose and cheeks grew numb with cold, currents of cold air penetrated my furs more and more frequently and it was necessary to huddle up in them more closely. Occasionally the sledge bumped up against a bare, ice-clad hummock, from which it scattered the snow in every direction.

As I had travelled some score or so of versts without a night's rest, notwithstanding the fact that I was very much interested in the issue of our wanderings, I involuntarily shut my eyes and dozed off. All at once, when I opened my eyes again, I was struck by what seemed to me in the first moment a bright light illuminating the white plain; the horizon had considerably widened, the low, black sky had suddenly disappeared; in every direction were visible white oblique lines of falling snow; the figures of the troika people in front appeared more plainly, and when I looked upwards it seemed to me for the first moment as if the clouds had parted and that only the falling snow covered the sky. Whilst I had been slumbering the moon had arisen and threw her cold and clear light through the scattered clouds and falling snow. The one thing I saw clearly was my sledge, the horses, the driver, and the three troikas going on in front: the first troika, the courier's, on the box of which one of the drivers was still sitting urging his horses on at a good round pace; the second, in which sat the two other drivers, who had thrown

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More Tales from Tolstoi the reins aside and made themselves a shelter against the wind out of their armyaks, never ceasing to smoke their pipes the whole time, as was clear from the sparks proceeding from that quarter, and the third troika, in which nobody was visible—presumably the driver was sleeping in the middle of it. Before I went to sleep, however, the leading driver had at rare intervals stopped his horses and tried to find the way. Then, every time we stopped, the howling of the wind became more audible and the enormous quantity of snow suspended in the air more strikingly visible. I now saw by the light of the moon, half obscured by the snowstorm, the small, squat figure of the driver, with the big whip in his hand, with which he flicked at the snow in front of him, moving backwards and forwards in the bright mist and coming back again to the sledge, leaping sideways on to the box seat, and amidst the monotonous whistling of the wind the alert, sonorous ringing and clanging of the little bells was audible once more. Every time the driver in front leaped out to look for the road or the verst posts one could hear the brisk, self-confident voice of one of the drivers shouting to the driver in front:

"Do you hear, Ignashka! take the road to the left! You'll find more shelter to the right!" Or, "Why are you going round and round like a fool? Go by the snow; take the lee of it, and you'll come out all right!" Or, "A little more to the right, a little more to the right, my brother! Don't you see

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 nature or is for nonprofit educational purposes;

(2) the nature of the copyrighted work;

(3) the amount and substantiality of the portion used in relation to the copyrighted work as a whole; and

(4) the effect of the use upon the potential market for or value of the copyrighted work. 17 U.S.C. § 107. The statutory factors are not exclusive. Rather, the doctrine of fair use is in essence “an equitable rule of reason.” Harper & Row, Publishers, Inc. v. Nation Enterprises, 471 U.S. 539, 560, 105 S.Ct. 2218, 2230, 85 L.Ed.2d 588 (1985) (quoting H.R.Rep. No. 1476, 94th Cong., 2d Sess. 65, reprinted in 1976 U.S.C.C.A.N. 5659, 5679). Fair use is a mixed question of law and fact. Id. “Where the district court has found facts sufficient to evaluate each of the statutory factors,” an appellate court may resolve the fair use question as a matter of law. Id.

In determining that Accolade’s disassembly of Sega’s object code did not constitute a fair use, the district court treated the first and fourth statutory factors as dispositive, and ignored the second factor entirely. Given the nature and characteristics of Accolade’s direct use of the copied works, the ultimate use to which Accolade put the functional information it obtained, and the nature of the market for home video entertainment systems, we conclude that neither the first nor the fourth factor weighs in Sega’s favor. In fact, we conclude that both factors support Accolade’s fair use defense, as does the second factor, a factor which is important to the resolution of cases such as the one before us.

With respect to the first statutory factor, we observe initially that the fact that copying is for a commercial purpose weights against a finding of fair use. Harper & Row, 471 U.S. at 562, 105 S.Ct. at 2231. However, the presumption of unfairness that arises in such cases can be rebutted by the characteristics of a particular commercial use. Hustler Magazine, Inc. v. Moral Majority, Inc., 796 F.2d 1148, 1152 (9th Cir.1986); see also Maxtone-Graham v. Burtchaell, 803 F.2d 1253, 1262 (2d Cir.1986), ''cert. denied'', 481 U.S. 1059, 107 S.Ct. 2201, 95 L.Ed.2d 856 (1987). Further “[t]he commercial nature of a use is a matter of degree, not an absolute….” Maxtone-Graham, 803 F.2d at 1262.

Sega argues that because Accolade copied its object code in order to produce a competing product, the Harper & Row presumption applies and precludes a finding of fair use. That analysis is far too simple and ignores a number of important considerations. We must consider other aspects of “the purpose and character of the use” as well. As we have noted, the use at issue was an intermediate one only and thus any commercial “exploitation” was indirect or derivative.

The declarations of Accolade’s employees indicate, and the district court found, that Accolade copied Sega’s software solely in order to discover the functional requirements for compatibility with the Genesis console—aspects of Sega’s programs that are not protected by copyright. 17 U.S.C. § 102(b). With respect to the video game programs contained in Accolade’s game cartridges, there is no evidence in the record that Accolade sought to avoid performing its own creative work. Indeed, most of the games that Accolade released for use with the Genesis console were originally developed for other hardware systems. Moreover, with respect to the interface procedures for the Genesis console, Accolade did not seek to avoid paying a customarily charged fee for use of those procedures, nor did it simply copy Sega’s code; rather, it wrote its own procedures based on what it had learned through disassembly. Taken together, these facts indicate that although Accolade’s ultimate purpose was the release of Genesis-compatible games for sale, its direct purpose in copying Sega’s code, and thus its direct use of the copyrighted material, was simply to study the functional requirements for Genesis compatibility so that it could modify existing games and make them usable with the Genesis console. Moreover, as we discuss below, no other method of studying those requirements was available to Accolade. On these facts, we conclude that Accolade copied


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 Sega’s code for a legitimate, essentially non-exploitative purpose, and that the commercial aspect of its use can best be described as of minimal significance.

We further note that we are free to consider the public benefit resulting from a particular use notwithstanding the fact that the alleged infringer may gain commercially. See Hustler, 796 F.2d at 1153 (quoting MCA, Inc. v. Wilson, 677 F.2d 180, 182 (2d Cir.1981)). Public benefit need not be direct or tangible, but may arise because the challenged use serves a public interest. Id. In the case before us, Accolade’s identification of the functional requirements for Genesis compatibility has led to an increase in the number of independently designed video game programs offered for use with the Genesis console. It is precisely this growth in creative expression, based on the dissemination of other creative works and the unprotected ideas contained in those works, that the Copyright Act was intended to promote. See Feist Publications, Inc. v. Rural Tel. Serv. Co., –499 [sic] U.S. —, —, 111 S.Ct. 1282, 1290, 113 L.Ed.2d 358 (1991) (citing Harper & Row, 471 U.S. at 556–57, 105 S.Ct. at 2228–29). The fact that Genesis-compatible video games are not scholarly works, but works offered for sale on the market, does not alter our judgment in this regard. We conclude that given the purpose and character of Accolade’s use of Sega’s video game programs, the presumption of unfairness has been overcome and the first statutory factor weighs in favor of Accolade.

As applied, the fourth statutory factor, effect on the potential market for the copyrighted work, bears a close relationship to the “purpose and character” inquiry in that it, too, accommodates the distinction between copying of works in order to make independent creative expression possible and the simple exploitation of another’s creative efforts. We must, of course, inquire whether, “if [the challenged use] should become widespread, it would adversely affect the potential market for the copyrighted work,” Sony Corp. v. Universal City Studios, 464 U.S. 417, 451, 104 S.Ct. 774, 793, 78 L.Ed.2d 574 (1984), by diminishing potential sales, interfering with marketability, or usurping the market, Hustler, 796 F.2d at 1155–56. If the copying resulted in the latter effect, all other considerations might be relevant. The Harper & Row Court found a use that effectively usurped the market for the copyrighted work by supplanting that work to be dispositive. 471 U.S. at 567–69, 105 S.Ct. at 2234–35. However, the same consequences do not and could not attach to a use, which simply enables the copier to enter the market for works of the same type as the copied work.

Unlike the defendant in Harper & Row, which printed excerpts from President Ford’s memoirs verbatim with the stated purpose of “scooping” a Time magazine review of the book, 471 U.S. at 562, 105 S.Ct. at 2231, Accolade did not attempt to “scoop” Sega’s release of any particular game or games, but sought only to become a legitimate competitor in the field of Genesis-compatible video games. Within that market, it is the characteristics of the game program as experienced by the user that determine the program’s commercial success. As we have noted, there is nothing in the record that suggests that Accolade copied any of those elements.

By facilitating the entry of a new competitor, the first lawful one that is not a Sega licensee, Accolade’s disassembly of Sega’s software undoubtedly “affected” the market for Genesis-compatible games in an indirect fashion. We note, however, that while no consumer except the most avid devotee of President Ford’s regime might be expected to buy more than one version of the President’s memoirs, video game users typically purchase more than one game. There is no basis for assuming that Accolade’s “Ishido” has significantly affected the market for Sega’s “Altered Beast”, since a consumer might easily purchase both; nor does it seem unlikely that a consumer particularly interested in sports might purchase both Accolade’s “Mike Ditka Power Football” and Sega’s “Joe Montana Football”, particularly if the games are, as Accolade contends, not substantially similar. In any event, an attempt to


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Rh there's something black yonder—some sign-post or other?" Or, "Where are you going? Where are you going? Loose the piebald nag and go on in front and he'll guide you to the road straight away. It'll be much better if you do that!"

This selfsame person, who was so fond of giving advice, not only did not loose the side-horse and go over the snow to look for the road, but did not even so much as thrust his nose from out of his armyak, and when Ignashka, the driver in front, in reply to one of his counsels, shouted to him to go in front himself if he knew where to go so well, the counsellor replied that if he had been travelling with courier's horses he would have gone on and led them to the right road straight away, "but our horses cannot go on in front in snow-drifts, not such nags as these, anyway."

"Then you can hold your jaw!" replied Ignashka, cheerily whistling to his horses.

The other driver, sitting in the same sledge with the counsellor, said not a word to Ignashka, and in fact did not interfere at all, although he was not asleep either, at least I assumed as much from the fact that his pipe continued unextinguished, and also from the circumstance that whenever we stopped I heard his measured, uninterrupted narration. He was telling some tale or other. Only when Ignashka suddenly halted for the sixth or seventh time, this other driver plainly became very angry at being interrupted by such leisurely procedure, and he shouted at him:

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More Tales from Tolstoi able to find the road now. Go on as long as the horses can drag us! Never fear; we shan't freeze to death! Go on, I say!"

"Never fear, indeed! Last year a postilion was frozen to death!" observed my driver.

The driver of the third troika did not wake the whole time, only once, during a stoppage, the counsellor shouted:

"Philip! I say, Philip!" and receiving no answer observed: "I wonder if he's frozen? You might go and see, Ignashka!"

Ignashka, who hastened to do everyone's bidding, went to the sledge and began to shake the sleeper.

"Why, he's drunk as drunk—like a log!" said he, "I say! you! are you frozen?" he said, shaking him violently.

The sleeper babbled something or other and cursed him.

"He's alive, all right, my brother!" said Ignashka; and again he ran forward and again we went on, and so quickly indeed, this time, that the little brown side horse attached to my troika, constantly lashed up from behind, more than once broke into a clumsy gallop.

I think it must have been almost midnight when we were joined by the little old man and Vas-il-y, who had been in pursuit of the stampeded horses. They had found the horses and pursued and overtaken us; but how they had done so in the dark, blinding snow-

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Rh storm, in the midst of the barren steppe, has always remained unintelligible to me. The little old man, moving his elbows and legs, rode up at a gallop on the brown horse. The two other horses were attached to the collar: in the snowstorm it was impossible to leave the horses to themselves. On coming up to his, the old fellow began attacking my driver again.

"Look here, you cock-eyed devil, really if …"

"Hie, Uncle Matvich!" shouted the tale-teller from the second sledge, "alive, eh? Crawl in here!" But the old man did not answer him, but went on with his cursing. When it appeared to him that he had cursed enough, he did go to the second sledge.

" Caught 'em all?" they said to him from that quarter.

"Of course! Why not?"

And his diminutive figure, on the trot, with the upper part of his body bobbing up and down on the back of the horse, after leaping out on to the snow, ran forward without stopping behind the sledge, and scrambled in to where they were, with his legs sticking up in the air as he forced his way through the orifice. Tall Vas-il-y, as before, took his seat in silence on the box seat in the foremost sledge alongside Ignashka, whom he helped to look for the road.

"You see what a curser he is, my little master!" murmured my driver.

We went along for some time after this, without stopping, over the white wilderness, in the cold, transparent, and quivering light of the snowstorm. Every time I opened my eyes, there in front of me was the

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My dear Husband—

I have this afternoon received your letter and am glad to hear from you. I heard yesterday that there was a letter from you at Park-gate and wrote off immediately to the Governor of the Portsmouth prison asking him to kindly send me word if he could what was the latest day I could see you, as I do not see how I could possibly undertake the journey this week, being without money. If I had received your


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 letter on Saturday, it was the recoming and I would have done my best to contrive it. But if you do not leave before the next recoming I will come if I come alone for none of them say anything about coming themselves, or assisting me to do so either so far. I feel it as much as you do to be very hard for you to be where you are and Woodhouse at liberty, but rest assured whether I get to see you or not I will do what I can for you, and hope that when you arrive at your journeys end you will not forget us, for we are always


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 about you. I hope the governor will either send me a reply or allow you to do so, for I will leave no means untried to get to see you if there is time but if I was at the expense only to be too late when I got there it will be a serious loss to me situated as I am. I feel greatly hurt that you should send your letters to your Brothers & Sisters before me—for although we are separated there is no one I value and regard equal to you—and I should like you to still have the same feeling towards me, and if ever there is a chance


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 of our being permitted to join you again even though it be in a far off land, bothe the Children and myself will most gladly do so. Mr. Bone has written to his wife to get the childrens likenesses taken for him to take away with him I should like you to have ours if you are allowed the same privilige Will you let me know? I cannot give you up. I live in the hope of our being together again somewhere before we end our days. My best love to you, the children also send their love to you, and love and remembrance from all friends your affectionate Wife—Myra Sykes.


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 “I’m not throwing it, I’m dropping it, Eeyore,” he explained. “And then I can’t miss—I mean I can’t hit you. Could you stop turning round for a moment, because it muddles me rather?”

“No,” said Eeyore. “I like turning round.”

Rabbit began to feel that it was time he took command.

“Now, Pooh,” he said, “when I say ‘Now!’ you can drop it. Eeyore, when I say ‘Now!’ Pooh will drop his stone.”

“Thank you very much, Rabbit, but I expect I shall know.”

“Are you ready, Pooh? Piglet, give Pooh a little more room. Get back a bit there, Roo. Are you ready?”

“No,” said Eeyore.

"Now!" said Rabbit.

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 It was an anxious moment for the watchers on the bridge. They looked and looked and even the sight of Piglet’s stick coming out a little in front of Rabbit’s didn’t cheer them up as much as you would have expected. And then, just as Pooh was beginning to think that he must have chosen the wrong stone or the wrong river or the wrong day for his Idea, something grey showed for a moment by the river bank and it got slowly bigger and bigger  and at last it was Eeyore coming out.

With a shout they rushed off the bridge, and pushed and pulled at him; and soon he was standing among them again on dry land.

“Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!” said Piglet, feeling him.

Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.

“Well done, Pooh,” said Rabbit kindly. “That was a good idea of ours.”

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 “Hooshing you to the bank like that.”

"Hooshing me?” said Eeyore in surprise. “Hooshing me? You didn’t think I was hooshed, did you? I dived. Pooh dropped a large stone on me, and so as not to be struck heavily on the chest, I dived and swam to the bank.”

“You didn’t really,” whispered Piglet to Pooh, so as to comfort him.

“I didn’t think I did,” said Pooh anxiously.

“It’s just Eeyore,” said Piglet. "I thought your Idea was a very good Idea.”

Pooh began to feel a little more comfortable, because when you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it. And, anyhow, Eeyore was in the river, and now he wasn’t, so he hadn’t done any harm.

“How did you fall in, Eeyore?” asked Rabbit, as he dried him with Piglet’s handkerchief.

“I didn’t,” said Eeyore.

“But how”

“I was BOUNCED,” said Eeyore.

“Oo, said Roo excitedly, “did somebody push you?”

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 know what that means, when I received a loud BOUNCE.”

“Oh, Eeyore!” said everybody.

“Are you sure you didn’t slip?” asked Rabbit wisely.

“Of course I slipped. If you’re standing on the slippery bank of a river, and somebody BOUNCES you loudly from behind, you slip. What did you think I did?”

“But who did it?” asked Roo.

Eeyore didn’t answer.

“I expect it was Tigger,” said Piglet nervously.

“But, Eeyore,” said Pooh, “was it a Joke, or an Accident? I mean”

“I didn’t stop to ask, Pooh. Even at the very bottom of the river I didn’t stop to say to myself, ‘ this a Hearty Joke, or is it the Merest Accident?’ I just floated to the surface, and said to myself ‘It’s wet.’ If you know what I mean.”


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 “And where was Tigger?” asked Rabbit.

Before Eeyore could answer, there was a loud noise behind them, and through the hedge came Tigger himself.

“Hallo, everybody,” said Tigger cheerfully.

“Hallo, Tigger,” said Roo.

Rabbit became very important suddenly.

“Tigger,” he said solemnly, “what happened just now?”

“Just when?” said Tigger a little uncomfortably.

“When you bounced Eeyore into the river.”

“I didn’t bounce him.”

“You bounced me,” said Eeyore gruffly.

“I didn’t really. I had a cough, and I happened to be behind Eeyore, and I said ‘.

“Why?” said Rabbit, helping Piglet up, and dusting him. “It’s all right, Piglet.”

“It took me by surprise,” said Piglet nervously.

“That’s what I call bouncing,” said Eeyore. “Taking people by surprise. Very unpleasant habit. I don’t mind Tigger being in the Forest,” he went on, “because it’s a large Forest, and there’s plenty of room to bounce in it. But I don’t see why he should come into my little corner of it, and bounce there. It isn’t as if there was anything very wonderful about my little corner. Of course for people who like cold, wet, ugly bits it is something rather


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 special, but otherwise it’s just a corner, and if anybody feels bouncy”

“I didn’t bounce, I coughed,” said Tigger crossly.

“Bouncy or coffy, it’s all the same at the bottom of the river.”

“Well,” said Rabbit, “all I can say is—well, here’s Christopher Robin, so he can say it.”

Christopher Robin came down from the Forest to the bridge, feeling all sunny and careless, and just as if twice nineteen didn’t matter a bit, as it didn’t on such a happy afternoon, and he thought that if he stood on the bottom rail of the bridge and leant over, and watched the river slipping slowly away beneath him, then he would suddenly know everything that there was to be known, and he would be able to tell Pooh, who wasn’t quite sure about some of it. But when he got to the bridge and saw all the animals there, then he knew that it wasn’t that kind of afternoon, but the other kind, when you wanted to do something.

“It’s like this, Christopher Robin,” began Rabbit. “Tigger”

“No, I didn’t,” said Tigger.

“Well, anyhow, there I was,” said Eeyore.

“But I don’t think he meant to,” said Pooh.

“He just is bouncy,” said Piglet, “and he can’t help it.”

“Try bouncing me, Tigger,” said Roo eagerly.


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I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James; I am not fond of pious frauds or Oriental games; And I’ll tell in simple language, as well as I can say, What broke up our Society upon the Himalay.

But first I would remark that there must needs be painful scenes When Theosophic gents begin to give each other Beans; And though Mahatma missives do pan out a little queer, We should avoid disturbances in the Mahatmosphere.*

Now nothing could be nicer or more full of harmony Than the first few months that followed the decease of “H.P.B.”; Till Judge of Calaveras produced a curious set Of missives in red pencil what he said were from Tibet.†

From these he reconstructed a Mahatma (very rare), A Nest of that peculiar kind pertaining to a Mare; But Mrs. Besant found a rival missive on the shelf,‡ And said she fancied Mr. Judge had written his himself.§

Then Judge’s smile took on a most unpleasant sort of curve; He said he would not trespass so on Mrs. B.’s preserve. He was a most resourceful man, that quiet Mr. Judge: He got another missive saying Mrs. B.’s was fudge.||

Now, it is not edifying for a Theosophic priest To call another one a fraud—to all intents, at least; Nor should the individual who happens to be meant Reply by throwing things about to any great extent

Then Olcott, H., of Adyar, raised a point of order, when A chunk of old red pencil took him in the abdomen;¶ And he smiled a kind of sickly smile and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.**


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'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!

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Glee—The great storm is over—

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If I can stop one Heart from breaking

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Within my reach!

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