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    Inviato: 20/Apr/2007 alle 16:35
Ciao a tutti,
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My 15-year-old is disinclined to work for her GCSEs, saying her time is better spent preening herself in preparation for assignations with her delightful, diligent, privately educated, moneyed boyfriend. She insists the money spent on nail-painting, hair-colouring and the like is an investment and will be more than repaid when he marries her. Is she deluding herself?
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  Dear Curious Mother,

  Surprising as this may seem in the 21st century, your daughter's strategy is not unusual. Evidence on speed-dating gathered by the economists Michèle Belot and Marco Francesconi shows that women are attracted by rich men, while men focus more on a woman's physical appearance. Lena Edlund, another economist,has found that in the areas of her native Sweden where the wealthiest men live, women of prime marriageable age are over-represented。 rohan crone,

  However, your daughter is only 15; for Edlund, “prime marriageable age” is 25-44. Your daughter is either going to have to get her hooks into this chap unusually early, or she is going to have to keep him on the boil for another decade – a lot of nail-painting。
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  Not only is she concentrating her investments into a single asset by abandoning her education, but she may even be making her main goal harder to achieve. Belot and Francesconi discovered that a strong social trend towards “assortative mating” means that although educated, high-achieving men are not interested in marrying a rich woman, they do like educated high-achieving women, rather than shallow girls with shiny nails。
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  Your daughter should learn to work hard and look good at the same time. Not only will it advance her immediate goals, it will also – sadly – stand her in good stead for the rest of her life。

Unless we spend money to spot and prevent asteroids  now, one might crash into Earth and destroy life as we know it, say some scientists.dofus kamas,
  Asteroids are bigger versions of the meteoroids  that race across the night sky. Most orbit the sun far from Earth and don’t threaten us. But there are also thousands of asteroids whose orbits put them on a collision course with Earth.
  Buy $50 million worth of new telescopes right now. Then spend $10 million a year for the next 25 year5s to locate most of the space rocks. By the time we spot a fatal one, the scientists say, we’ll have a way to change its course.
  Some scientists favor pushing asteroids off course with nuclear weapons. But the cost wouldn’t be cheap.
  Is it worth it? Two things experts consider when judging any risk re: 1) How likely the event is; and 2) How bad the consequences if the event occurs. Experts think an asteroid big enough to destroy lots of life might strike Earth once every 500,000 years. Sounds pretty rare—but if one did fall, it would be the end of the world. silk road gold,“If we don’t take care of these big asteroids, they’ll take care of us,” says one scientist. “It’s that simple.”
  The cure, though, might be worse than the disease. Do we really want fleets of nuclear weapons sitting around on Earth? “The world has less to fear from doomsday rocks than from a great nuclear fleet set against them,” said a New York Times article.
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A curious mother My 15-year-old is disinclined to work for her GCSEs, saying her time is better spent preening herself in preparation for assignations with her delightful, diligent, privately educated, moneyed boyfriend. She insists the money spent on nail-painting, hair-colouring and the like is an investment and will be more than repaid when he marries her. Is she deluding herself?
knight noah,
  A curious mother

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It is cold, so bitter cold, on this dark, winter day in 1942. But it is no different from any other day in this Nazi concentration camp. I stand shivering in my thin rags, still in disbelief that this nightmare is happening. I am just a young boy. I should be playing with friends; I should be going to school; I should be looking forward to a future, to growing up and marrying, and having a family of my own. But those dreams are for the living, and I am no longer one of them. Instead, I am almost dead, surviving from day to day, from hour to hour, ever since I was taken from my home and brought here with tens of thousands other Jews. Will I still be alive tomorrow? Will I be taken to the gas chamber tonight?
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Back and forth I walk next to the barbed wire fence, trying to keep my emaciated body warm. I am hungry, but I have been hungry for longer than I want to remember. I am always hungry. Edible food seems like a dream. Each day as more of us disappear, the happy past seems like a mere dream, and I sink deeper and deeper into despair. Suddenly, I notice a young girl walking past on the other side of the barbed wire. She stops and looks at me with sad eyes, eyes that seem to say that she understands, that she, too, cannot fathom why I am here. I want to look away, oddly ashamed for this stranger to see me like this, but I cannot tear my eyes from hers.
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Then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a red apple. A beautiful, shiny red apple. Oh, how long has it been since I have seen one! She looks cautiously to the left and to the right, and then with a smile of triumph, quickly throws the apple over the fence. I run to pick it up, holding it in my trembling, frozen fingers. In my world of death, this apple is an expression of life, of love. I glance up in time to see the girl disappearing into the distance.

The next day, I cannot help myself-I am drawn at the same time to that spot near the fence. Am I crazy for hoping she will come again? Of course. But in here, I cling to any tiny scrap of hope. She has given me hope and I must hold tightly to it.

And again, she comes. And again, she brings me an apple, flinging it over the fence with that same sweet smile.

This time I catch it, and hold it up for her to see. Her eyes twinkle. Does she pity me? Perhaps. I do not care, though. I am just so happy to gaze at her. And for the first time in so long, I feel my heart move with emotion.

For seven months, we meet like this. Sometimes we exchange a few words. Sometimes, just an apple. But she is feeding more than my belly, this angel from heaven. She is feeding my soul. And somehow, I know I am feeding hers as well.
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One day, I hear frightening news: we are being shipped to another camp. This could mean the end for me. And it definitely means the end for me and my friend. The next day when I greet her, my heart is breaking, and I can barely speak as I say what must be said: "Do not bring me an apple tomorrow," I tell her. "I am being sent to another camp. We will never see each other again." Turning before I lose all control, I run away from the fence. I cannot bear to look back. If I did, I know she would see me standing there, with tears streaming down my face.

Months pass and the nightmare continues. But the memory of this girl sustains me through the terror, the pain, the hopelessness. Over and over in my mind, I see her face, her kind eyes, I hear her gentle words, I taste those apples.

And then one day, just like that, the nightmare is over. The war has ended. Those of us who are still alive are freed. I have lost everything that was precious to me, including my family. But I still have the memory of this girl, a memory I carry in my heart and gives me the will to go on as I move to America to start a new life. Years pass. It is 1957. I am living in New York City. A friend convinces me to go on a blind date with a lady friend of his. Reluctantly, I agree. But she is nice, this woman named Roma. And like me, she is an immigrant, so we have at least that in common.
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"Where were you during the war?" Roma asks me gently, in that delicate way immigrants ask one another questions about those years.

"I was in a concentration camp in Germany," I reply.

Roma gets a far away look in her eyes, as if she is remembering something painful yet sweet.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I am just thinking about something from my past, Herman," Roma explains in a voice suddenly very soft. "You see, when I was a young girl, I lived near a concentration camp. There was a boy there, a prisoner, and for a long while, I used to visit him every day. I remember I used to bring him apples. I would throw the apple over the fence, and he would be so happy."

Roma sighs heavily and continues. "It is hard to describe how we felt about each other-after all, we were young, and we only exchanged a few words when we could-but I can tell you, there was much love there. I assume he was killed like so many others. But I cannot bear to think that, and so I try to remember him as he was for those months we were given together."
Sro Gold,
With my heart pounding so loudly I think it wil1 explode, I look directly at Roma and ask, "And did that boy say to you one day, 'Do not bring me an apple tomorrow. I am being sent to another camp'?"

"Why, yes," Roma responds, her voice trembling.

"But, Herman, how on earth could you possibly know that?"

I take her hands in mine and answer, "Because I was that young boy, Roma."

For many moments, there is only silence. We cannot take our eyes from each other, and as the veils of time lift, we recognize the soul behind the eyes, the dear friend we once loved so much, whom we have never stopped loving, whom we have never stopped remembering.

Finally, I speak: "Look, Roma, I was separated from you once, and I don't ever want to be separated from you again. Now, I am free, and I want to be together with you forever. Dear, will you marry me?"

I see that same twinkle in her eye that I used to see as Roma says, "Yes, I will marry you," and we embrace, the embrace we longed to share for so many months, but barbed wire came between us. Now, nothing ever will again.
Sro Gold,
Almost forty years have passed since that day when I found my Roma again. Destiny brought us together the first time during the war to show me a promise of hope and now it had reunited us to fulfill that promise.

Valentine's Day, 1996. I bring Roma to the Oprah Winfrey Show to honor her on national television. I want to tell her in front of millions of people what I feel in my heart every day:

"Darling, you fed me in the concentration camp when I was hungry. And I am still hungry, for something I will never get enough of: I am only hungry for your love."

 

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There lived a poor old man whose name was Wali Dad Gunjay, or Wali Dad the Bald. He had no relations, but lived

all by himself in a little mud hut some distance from any town, and made his living by cutting grass in the

jungle, and selling it as fodder for horses. He only earned by this five halfpence a day; but he was a simple old

man, and needed so little out of it, that he saved up one halfpenny daily, and spent the rest upon such food and

clothing as he required.

In this way he lived for many years until, one night, he thought that he would count the money he had hidden away

in the great earthen pot under the floor of his hut. So he set to work, and with much trouble he pulled the bag

out on to the floor, and sat gazing in astonishment at the heap of coins which tumbled out of it. What should he

do with them all? he wondered. But he never thought of spending the money on himself, because he was content to

pass the rest of his days as he had been doing for ever so long, and he really had no desire for any greater

comfort or luxury.

At last he threw all the money into an old sack, which he pushed under his bead, and then, rolled in his ragged

old blanket, he went off to sleep.
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Early next morning he staggered off with his sack of money to the shop of a jeweller, whom he knew in the town,

and bargained with him for a beautiful little gold bracelet. With this carefully wrapped up in his cotton

waistband he went to the house of a rich friend, who was a travelling merchant, and used to wander about with his

camels and merchandise through many countries. Wali Dad was lucky enough to find him at home, so he sat down, and

after a little talk he asked the merchant who was the most virtuous and beautiful lady he had ever met with. The

merchant replied that the princess of Khaistan was renowned everywhere as well for the beauty of her person as

for the kindness and generosity of her disposition.

'Then,' said Wali Dad, 'next time you go that way, give her this little bracelet, with the respectful compliments

of one who admires virtue far more than he desires wealth.'

With that he pulled the bracelet from his waistband, and handed it to his friend. The merchant was naturally much

astonished, but said nothing, and made no objection to carrying out his friend's plan.

Time passed by, and at length the merchant arrived in the course of his travels at the capital of Khaistan. As

soon as he had opportunity he presented himself at the palace, and sent in the bracelet, neatly packed in a

little perfumed box provided by himself, giving at the same time the message entrusted to him by Wali Dad.
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The princess could not think who could have bestowed this present on her, but she bade her servant to tell the

merchant that if he would return, after he had finished his business in the city, she would give him her reply.

In a few days, therefore, the merchant came back, and received from the princess a return present in the shape of

a camel-load or rich silks, besides a present of money for himself. With these he set out on his journey.

So, the next time that the merchant journeyed that way he carried the silks with him, and in due course arrived

at Nekabad, and sought an audience of the prince. When he was shown into his presence he produced the beautiful

gift of silks that Wali Dad had sent, and begged the young man to accept them as a humble tribute to his worth

and greatness. The prince was much touched by the generosity of the giver, and ordered, as a return present,

twelve of the finest breed of horses for which his country was famous to be delivered over to the merchant, to

whom also, before he took his leave, he gave a munificent reward for his services.
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The merchant departed, laughing. But, true to his old friend's request, he took the horses with him on his next

journey, and eventually presented them safely to the princess. This time the princess sent for the merchant, and

questioned him about the giver. Now, the merchant was usually a most honest man, but he did not quite like to

describe Wali Dad in his true light as an old man whose income was five halfpence a day, and who had hardly

clothes to cover him. So he told her that his friend had heard stories of her beauty and goodness, and had longed

to lay the best he had at her feet. The princess then took her father into her confidence, and begged him to

advise her what courtesy she might return to one who persisted in making her such presents.
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'Well,' said the king, 'you cannot refuse them; so the best thing you can do is to send this unknown friend at

once a present so magnificent that he is not likely to be able to send you anything better, and so will be

ashamed to send anything at all!' Then he ordered that, in place of each of the ten horses, two mules laden with

silver should be returned by her.

The merchant felt handsomely repaid for his trouble, and wondered greatly how the matter would turn out. So he

made no difficulty about it; and as soon as he could get things ready, he set out for Nekabad with this new and

princely gift.
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And now the King of Khaistan and the Prince and Princess of Nekabad, each went back to their own country; and

Wali Dad lived to a good old age, befriending all who were in trouble and preserving, in his prosperity, the

simple-hearted and generous nature that he had when he was only Wali Dad Gunjay, the grass cutter.

Story Of Wali Dad The Simple-Hearted

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