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Has President Biden’s new executive order… [header logo]( At times, our affiliate partners reach out to the Editors at Take The Trades with special opportunities for our readers. The message above is one we think you should take a close, serious look at. Одне слово, я володію світом, не втомлюючи себе, а світ не має наді мною ані найменшої влади. Ось послухайте, — промовив він, помовчавши, — я розповім вам про дві події сьогоднішнього ранку, які відбулися на моїх очах, і ви зрозумієте, в чім полягають мої втіхи. Він підвівся, замкнув двері на засуву, запнув стару килимову фіранку, кільця якої заскреготіли на пруті, і знову сів у крісло. — Сьогодні вранці, — сказав він, — я мав одержати гроші тільки за двома векселями, решту я віддав напередодні замість готівки своїм клієнтам. Усе ж таки прибуток! Бо, дисконтуючи вексель, я відраховую суму на поїздку, щоб одержати гроші, і беру сорок су на візника, якого і не думав наймати. Хіба не дивно, що моє діло примушує мене бігати по Парижу заради шести франків дисконтних процентів? Це мене! Людину, нікому не підлеглу, мене, що платить тільки сім франків податку. Перший вексель на тисячу франків подав один молодик, красунь і дженджик: у нього гаптований жилет, у нього і лорнет, і тильбюрі, і англійський ніж, і багато іншого. А видала вексель одна з найвродливіших паризьких жінок, дружина багатого землевласника, графа. Чому графиня підписала вексель, юридично недійсний, але фактично надійний? Адже ці нещасні жінки, світські дами, так бояться сімейного скандалу, коли б вексель було опротестовано, що ладні розплатитися самі собою, коли не можуть заплатити грішми. Мені закортіло довідатися про таємну ціну цього векселя. Що тут приховується: дурість, необачність, кохання чи жалість? Другий вексель на таку саму суму, підписаний Фанні Мальво, подав мені купець, який торгує тканинами і вже майже розорився. Жодна людина, маючи хоч який-небудь кредит у банку, не прийде в мою контору, бо перший крок від моїх дверей до мого письмового стола свідчить про розпач, про відмову кредиту в усіх банкірів і близьке банкрутство. Отже, мені доводиться бачити тільки зацькованих оленів, оточених зграєю кредиторів. Графиня живе на вулиці Ельдер, а Фанні — на вулиці Монмартр. Яких тільки здогадів я не робив, виходячи вранці з дому! Якщо ці дві жінки неплатоспроможні, вони приймуть мене з більшою пошаною, ніж рідного батька. Яких тільки комедій не гратиме переді мною графиня за тисячу франків! Вона прикинеться щиросердою, почне говорити зі мною ніжним голосом, яким воркує з тим молодиком, на ім'я якого видано вексель, почне розсипати пестливі слова, може, навіть благатиме мене! А я... Старий кинув на мене холодний погляд. — А я непохитний, — сказав. — Я з'явлюсь там, як месник, як муки сумління. Та облишмо здогади. Приходжу. — Графиня ще спить, — каже мені покоївка. — Коли її можна бачити? — Ополудні. — Може, графиня нездужає? — Ні, пане, але вона повернулася з балу о третій годині ранку. — Мене звуть Гобсек, перекажіть їй, що приходив Гобсек. Я ще раз зайду ополудні. І я йду собі, відзначаючи свої відвідини слідами на килимі, що вкриває східці. Я люблю бруднити килими в багачів — не через дріб'язкове самолюбство, але щоб дати відчути пазури неминучості. Приходжу на вулицю Монмартр до непоказного на вигляд будиночка, відчиняю стару хвіртку і бачу один з тих темних дворів, у які ніколи не заглядає сонце. У комірчині воротаря чорно, шибки в ній схожі на рукав дуже поношеного ватного пальта — темні, заяложені, потріскані. — Панна Фанні Мальво вдома? — Вона вийшла, але якщо ви прийшли з векселем, то гроші ось тут. — Я прийду пізніше , — сказав я. Гроші залишено воротарці — чудово, але мені захотілося познайомитися з самою боржницею. Я уявляв її собі гарненькою вертихвісткою. Увесь ранок я провів на бульварі, роздивляючись гравюри, виставлені у вітринах магазинів, а коли пробило полудень, я вже був у вітальні, що межувала із графининою спальнею. — Графиня щойно дзвонила мені, — сказала покоївка. — Не думаю, щоб вона зараз прийняла вас. — Я почекаю, — відповів я, сідаючи в крісло. Гранчасті жалюзі відкрились, вбігла покоївка і сказала: — Заходьте, пане. З солоденького голосу покоївки я здогадався, що її господині платити нічим. Яку ж прекрасну жінку я тут побачив. Поспішаючи, вона накинула на свої голі плечі тільки кашемірову шаль і закуталась нею так, що легко можна було вгадувати її форми. Вона була в пеньюарі, обшитому білосніжними рюшами, — отже, графиня щороку витрачала близько двох тисяч франків на пралю. її чорне волосся вибивалося густими кучерями з-під гарненької шовкової хустини, недбало зав'язаної вузлом на голові, як у креолок. її постіль була безладно розкидана, певно, від неспокійного сну. Художник дорого заплатив би, щоб побути хоч кілька хвилин ранком у спальні моєї боржниці. Під кокетливо підвішеними шторами зім'яте простирадло на пуховику із блакитного шовку, втиснена подушка, мереживна облямівка якої яскраво відрізнялася на блакитному тлі, зберігали неясний відбиток розкішних форм, що дражнив уяву. На широкій ведмежій шкурі, розстеленій коло лев'ячих ніжок ліжка, вирізьблених з червоного дерева, виблискувала пара білих атласних черевичків, кинутих з тим недбальством, що його викликає втома після балу. На спинці стільця висіла зім'ята сукня, рукавами торкаючись підлоги. Панчохи, такі тонкі, що їх заніс би найменший подув вітру, лежали зібгані коло ніжки крісла. Білі підв'язки простягнулися вздовж маленького дивана. Дороге напіврозгорнуте віяло мінилося на каміні. Шухляди в комоді були висунуті. Квіти, діаманти, рукавички, пояс розкидано було по всій кімнаті Я вдихав неясний аромат парфумів. У всьому була краса, позбавлена гармонії, розкіш і безладдя. А злидні, що під усім цим причаїлися, вже підводили голову і давали відчути свої гострі зуби їй або її коханцеві. Втомлене обличчя графині було схоже на цю кімнату, вкриту слідами минулого свята. Dear Reader, Has President Biden’s new executive order… Alongside MIT, 77 global Governments, The Gates Foundation, UNICEF, and The Clinton Development Initiative… [Ignited a historic $40 trillion transfer of wealth from the middle class, to the rich?]( [Joe Biden]( Billionaire Stanley Druckenmiller says: “This is the biggest redistribution of wealth from the middle class and the poor… to the rich, ever” Newsweek says… At the age of 16, Tolkien met Edith Mary Bratt, who was three years his senior, when he and his brother Hilary moved into the boarding house where she lived in Duchess Road, Edgbaston. According to Humphrey Carpenter, "Edith and Ronald took to frequenting Birmingham teashops, especially one which had a balcony overlooking the pavement. There they would sit and throw sugarlumps into the hats of passers-by, moving to the next table when the sugar bowl was empty. ... With two people of their personalities and in their position, romance was bound to flourish. Both were orphans in need of affection, and they found that they could give it to each other. During the summer of 1909, they decided that they were in love."[31] His guardian, Father Morgan, considered it "altogether unfortunate"[T 3] that his surrogate son was romantically involved with an older, Protestant woman; Tolkien wrote that the combined tensions contributed to his having "muffed [his] exams".[T 3] Morgan prohibited him from meeting, talking to, or even corresponding with Edith until he was 21. Tolkien obeyed this prohibition to the letter,[32] with one notable early exception, over which Father Morgan threatened to cut short his university career if he did not stop.[33] On the evening of his 21st birthday, Tolkien wrote to Edith, who was living with family friend C. H. Jessop at Cheltenham. He declared that he had never ceased to love her, and asked her to marry him. Edith replied that she had already accepted the proposal of George Field, the brother of one of her closest school friends. But Edith said she had agreed to marry Field only because she felt "on the shelf" and had begun to doubt that Tolkien still cared for her. She explained that, because of Tolkien's letter, everything had changed.[34] On 8 January 1913, Tolkien travelled by train to Cheltenham and was met on the platform by Edith. The two took a walk into the countryside, sat under a railway viaduct, and talked. By the end of the day, Edith had agreed to accept Tolkien's proposal. She wrote to Field and returned her engagement ring. Field was "dreadfully upset at first", and the Field family was "insulted and angry".[34] Upon learning of Edith's new plans, Jessop wrote to her guardian, "I have nothing to say against Tolkien, he is a cultured gentleman, but his prospects are poor in the extreme, and when he will be in a position to marry I cannot imagine. Had he adopted a profession it would have been different."[35] Following their engagement, Edith reluctantly announced that she was converting to Catholicism at Tolkien's insistence. Jessop, "like many others of his age and class ... strongly anti-Catholic", was infuriated, and he ordered Edith to find other lodgings.[36] Edith Bratt and Ronald Tolkien were formally engaged at Birmingham in January 1913, and married at St Mary Immaculate Catholic Church at Warwick, on 22 March 1916.[37] In his 1941 letter to Michael, Tolkien expressed admiration for his wife's willingness to marry a man with no job, little money, and no prospects except the likelihood of being killed in the Great War.[T 3] “[This] Will Be The End of American Freedom.” And HuffPost says… “[This] Is Making The Rich Richer and Leaving You Behind” One of the nation’s leading economists (Nomi Prins) traveled to Delray Beach, Florida to [uncover exactly what’s happening and what this means for your money.]( She says: “This is NOT a historic crash… it’s NOT inflation… it’s FAR worse… A reshaping of our global financial system has ignited a $40 trillion transfer of wealth from the middle class to the rich… that could forever split the entire nation into two groups… [‘the new rich’]( or [‘the new poor’]( — you will have to make a choice.” [Click Here To Watch]( [Video preview]( 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] On 5 June 1916, Tolkien boarded a troop transport for an overnight voyage to Calais. Like other soldiers arriving for the first time, he was sent to the British Expeditionary Force's (BEF) base depot at Étaples. On 7 June, he was informed that he had been assigned as a signals officer to the 11th (Service) Battalion, Lancashire Fusiliers. The battalion was part of the 74th Brigade, 25th Division. While waiting to be summoned to his unit, Tolkien sank into boredom. To pass the time, he composed a poem entitled The Lonely Isle, which was inspired by his feelings during the sea crossing to Calais. To evade the British Army's postal censorship, he developed a code of dots by which Edith could track his movements.[43] He left Étaples on 27 June 1916 and joined his battalion at Rubempré, near Amiens.[44] He found himself commanding enlisted men who were drawn mainly from the mining, milling, and weaving towns of Lancashire.[45] According to John Garth, he "felt an affinity for these working class men", but military protocol prohibited friendships with "other ranks". Instead, he was required to "take charge of them, discipline them, train them, and probably censor their letters ... If possible, he was supposed to inspire their love and loyalty."[46] Tolkien later lamented, "The most improper job of any man ... is bossing other men. Not one in a million is fit for it, and least of all those who seek the opportunity."[46] [logo]( You are receiving this email because you have expressed an interest in the Financial Education niche on one of our landing pages or sign-up forms on our website. Do not miss out on any of our emails[,]( be sure to [whitelist us.]( A weak and emaciated Tolkien spent the remainder of the war alternating between hospitals and garrison duties, being deemed medically unfit for general service.[51][52][53] During his recovery in a cottage in Little Haywood, Staffordshire, he began to work on what he called The Book of Lost Tales, beginning with The Fall of Gondolin. Lost Tales represented Tolkien's attempt to create a mythology for England, a project he would abandon without ever completing.[54] Throughout 1917 and 1918 his illness kept recurring, but he had recovered enough to do home service at various camps. It was at this time that Edith bore their first child, John Francis Reuel Tolkien. In a 1941 letter, Tolkien described his son John as "(conceived and carried during the starvation-year of 1917 and the great U-Boat campaign) round about the Battle of Cambrai, when the end of the war seemed as far off as it does now".[T 3] Tolkien was promoted to the temporary rank of lieutenant on 6 January 1918.[55] When he was stationed at Kingston upon Hull, he and Edith went walking in the woods at nearby Roos, and Edith began to dance for him in a clearing among the flowering hemlock. After his wife's death in 1971, Tolkien remembered,[T 4] I never called Edith Luthien—but she was the source of the story that in time became the chief part of the Silmarillion. It was first conceived in a small woodland glade filled with hemlocks[56] at Roos in Yorkshire (where I was for a brief time in command of an outpost of the Humber Garrison in 1917, and she was able to live with me for a while). In those days her hair was raven, her skin clear, her eyes brighter than you have seen them, and she could sing—and dance. But the story has gone crooked, & I am left, and I cannot plead before the inexorable Mandos.[T 4] © 2023 TakeTheTrades. All Rights Reserved. 221 E Indianola Ave, Phoenix, AZ 85012 [ABOUT US]( [PRIVACY POLICY]( Tolkien arrived at the Somme in early July 1916. In between terms behind the lines at Bouzincourt, he participated in the assaults on the Schwaben Redoubt and the Leipzig salient. Tolkien's time in combat was a terrible stress for Edith, who feared that every knock on the door might carry news of her husband's death. Edith could track her husband's movements on a map of the Western Front. The Reverend Mervyn S. Evers, Anglican chaplain to the Lancashire Fusiliers, recorded that Tolkien and his fellow officers were eaten by "hordes of lice" which found the Medical Officer's ointment merely "a kind of hors d'oeuvre and the little beggars went at their feast with renewed vigour."[47] On 27 October 1916, as his battalion attacked Regina Trench, Tolkien contracted trench fever, a disease carried by lice. He was invalided to England on 8 November 1916.[48] Many of his dearest school friends were killed in the war. Among their number were Rob Gilson of the Tea Club and Barrovian Society, who was killed on the first day of the Somme while leading his men in the assault on Beaumont Hamel. Fellow T.C.B.S. member Geoffrey Smith was killed during the battle, when a German artillery shell landed on a first-aid post. Tolkien's battalion was almost completely wiped out following his return to England.[49] Men of the 1st Battalion, Lancashire Fusiliers in a communication trench near Beaumont Hamel, 1916. Photo by Ernest Brooks According to John Garth, Kitchener's Army, in which Tolkien served, at once marked existing social boundaries and counteracted the class system by throwing everyone into a desperate situation together. Tolkien was grateful, writing that it had taught him "a deep sympathy and feeling for the Tommy; especially the plain soldier from the agricultural counties".[50] [TERMS & CONDITIONS]( [UNSUBSCRIBE](