The gas station you see below completely gave up traditional gasoline pumps. Even in the face of these record prices⦠[Bull&Bear Stock Market]( At times, our affiliate partners reach out to the Editors at Bull&Bear Stock Market with special opportunities for our readers. The message below is one we think you should take a close, serious look at. âI must speak, and you must listen. You shall listen. When you met Lady Gwendolen, not a breath of scandal had ever touched her. Is there a single decent woman in London now who would drive with her in the park? Why, even her children are not allowed to live with her. Then there are other storiesâstories that you have been seen creeping at dawn out of dreadful houses and slinking in disguise into the foulest dens in London. Are they true? Can they be true? When I first heard them, I laughed. I hear them now, and they make me shudder. What about your country-house and the life that is led there? Dorian, you donât know what is said about you. I wonât tell you that I donât want to preach to you. I remember Harry saying once that every man who turned himself into an amateur curate for the moment always began by saying that, and then proceeded to break his word. I do want to preach to you. I want you to lead such a life as will make the world respect you. I want you to have a clean name and a fair record. I want you to get rid of the dreadful people you associate with. Donât shrug your shoulders like that. Donât be so indifferent. You have a wonderful influence. Let it be for good, not for evil. They say that you corrupt every one with whom you become intimate, and that it is quite sufficient for you to enter a house for shame of some kind to follow after. I donât know whether it is so or not. How should I know? But it is said of you. I am told things that it seems impossible to doubt. Lord Gloucester was one of my greatest friends at Oxford. He showed me a letter that his wife had written to him when she was dying alone in her villa at Mentone. Your name was implicated in the most terrible confession I ever read. I told him that it was absurdâthat I knew you thoroughly and that you were incapable of anything of the kind. Know you? I wonder do I know you? Before I could answer that, I should have to see your soul.â âTo see my soul!â muttered Dorian Gray, starting up from the sofa and turning almost white from fear. âYes,â answered Hallward gravely, and with deep-toned sorrow in his voice, âto see your soul. But only God can do that.â A bitter laugh of mockery broke from the lips of the younger man. âYou shall see it yourself, to-night!â he cried, seizing a lamp from the table. âCome: it is your own handiwork. Why shouldnât you look at it? You can tell the world all about it afterwards, if you choose. Nobody would believe you. If they did believe you, they would like me all the better for it. I know the age better than you do, though you will prate about it so tediously. Come, I tell you. You have chattered enough about corruption. Now you shall look on it face to face.â The gas station you see below completely gave up traditional gasoline pumps. Even in the face of these record prices⦠theyâve turned off the pumps for good. And it turns out⦠itâs just the first of many. [Over 500,000 stations]( are about to drop the pump youâve been using for years. Investigative reporter and PhD, Nomi Prins is revealing why this is happening⦠And Big Oil wants her to shut up about it. [Click here]( or the video below to see whatâs happening
in America. [Gas station video]( Sincerely, Maria Bonaventura
Senior Managing Editor, Rogue Economics [icon]( You are receiving our newsletter because you opted-in for it on one of our sister websites. © 2023 All Rights Reserved. Bull And Bear Stock Market. 1401 H St NW, Washington, DC 20005 Still, thinking about unsubscribing? We hope not! But, if you must, the link is below. Don't forget to [whitelist us](. Follow our instructions. [Unsubscribe]( | [Privacy Policy]( | [Terms & Conditions]( In August 1914, Britain entered the First World War. Tolkien's relatives were shocked when he elected not to volunteer immediately for the British Army. In a 1941 letter to his son Michael, Tolkien recalled: "In those days chaps joined up, or were scorned publicly. It was a nasty cleft to be in for a young man with too much imagination and little physical courage."[T 3] Instead, Tolkien, "endured the obloquy",[T 3] and entered a programme by which he delayed enlistment until completing his degree. By the time he passed his finals in July 1915, Tolkien recalled that the hints were "becoming outspoken from relatives".[T 3] He was commissioned as a temporary second lieutenant in the Lancashire Fusiliers on 15 July 1915.[38][39] He trained with the 13th (Reserve) Battalion on Cannock Chase, Rugeley Camp near to Rugeley, Staffordshire, for 11 months. In a letter to Edith, Tolkien complained: "Gentlemen are rare among the superiors, and even human beings rare indeed."[40] Following their wedding, Lieutenant and Mrs. Tolkien took up lodgings near the training camp.[38] On 2 June 1916, Tolkien received a telegram summoning him to Folkestone for posting to France. The Tolkiens spent the night before his departure in a room at the Plough Harrow Hotel in Edgbaston, Birmingham.[41] He later wrote: "Junior officers were being killed off, a dozen a minute. Parting from my wife then... it was like a death."[42]