Olivia Cramer Overcomes Physical Disability
By Tom Lang
Upon first glance at Lawton High junior Olivia Cramer, some could think maybe she doesn’t belong in competitive high school sports.
Especially in high-octane, fast-moving, environments like varsity volleyball and basketball.
Or as captain of the boy’s golf team.
All it would prove is that looks can be very deceiving.
“I’ve always wanted to show people that I’m not disabled; I hate that term,” Cramer said in a matter-of-fact tone and with a huge dose of positivity. “I’m able, just in a different way, and I like to show people I’m not just going to sit on my couch and watch TV. I can go out and do the same things as others, if not better than they do.”
Cramer was born with a non-genetic condition called proximal femoral focal deficiency (PFFD), which among many factors affects the length of her right leg bone. She wears a prosthetic “runner’s blade” when playing indoor sports – and a more traditional-looking prosthetic for golf and everyday life – because her right femur is shorter than normal. She also does not have a right fibula but does have all her foot bones.
Give credit to the young people of Lawton that she claims to have never been bullied for looking different. That’s likely because she doesn’t act different; unless being different means displaying a positive attitude no matter what the circumstances, and looking at challenges in sports – or in life – simply as hurdles to overcome rather than walls that stop you.
“One time in middle school a kid called me the ‘one-leg wonder’ and I thought, okay, I’ll use that as a compliment and use it as my name now,” Cramer said.
Like every high school golfer in Michigan, Cramer’s season was wiped out this spring. She was hoping to improve her game from sophomore year and be seen by a few college coaches, so she played volleyball in the fall, but gave up basketball for the first time, to practice golf over the winter.
“I have been playing every day, so it has kind of felt like we’re in-season, I just don’t have the competition that I wish I could have had,” she said in late May. “We would have had a great team this year. I think we would have made it to states.
“I’m looking forward to the summer tours, so that’s what I’m focused on instead of being miserable that the high school season was canceled.”
Cramer is not a golf world-beater, but she holds her own – especially considering she always plays from the men’s tees. She of course must on the boy’s team, but she also believes it’s more reflective of the women’s college game and wants coaches to see she is playing ahead of the curve. She has the grades to get into any school and Notre Dame is a dream goal; but to play golf she is looking more at the D2 level for fall 2021.
She scores about 10 over par on competitive 18-hole courses and drives the ball a little over 200 yards. She did shoot a 3-under for nine holes on a fairly–easy course recently.
“I’ve never been the best at driving so I work on the short game to make up for it,” Cramer said. “I’ve been working more on how to score instead of how to hit it long. ”
By her own admission last fall, Cramer is not an All-State volleyball candidate – she had 26 kills in 141 attempts, and a 78.9 percent serve percentage while playing in 71 out of 91 sets in the regular season. Yet her coach said she is a huge contributor in additional ways.
“Really, it’s her communication and her energy and her excitement, and what that brings to our team,” Lawton coach Megan McCorry said. “Pretty early on in the season I found myself saying to my assistant coach, ‘I don’t think we cannot have her on the court,’ because she’s just this firecracker. And she works incredibly hard to pay attention to every single detail.”
High school golf coach Barry Shanley started the Lawton boys’ program in 1996. There has never been a girls’ team.
“The main thing with Olivia is that she’s just so positive, not bitter in any way with what life’s dealt her,” Shanley said. “She’s right up there with the top 2 or 3 most dedicated golfers I’ve had. She could be number one, and there’s a couple boys that went on to be pros. She’s just such a student of the game.
“She’s simply loved by everybody in the school; office staff, teachers, her fellow students. They love her positive spirit and coming through all she has. She’s just a spectacular kid.”
Kalamazoo Hackett golf coach Jim Holton said: “Olivia is one of those golfers, who as a coach, you always want on your team. A great spirit, great attitude. Not only does she have her physical handicap to overcome, she’s on the boy’s team, but I see that she’s fit right in. The boys respect her, and she respects them.”
Cramer said her love for golf has gotten even stronger this spring. She started playing several years ago along with her Uncle Ryan, her father figure. She doesn’t know her biological father.
“(Uncle Ryan) was killed in a car accident so I stared pursuing golf in his legacy,” she said. “When I play the game, it reminds me of him, and I have grown to love it.”
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Knights’ Lawton Leaped Up the Doubles Lineup for All-Conference Campaign with Westbrook Girls’ Tennis
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The story of Olivia Lawton’s tennis career at Westbrook has been characterized by a rapid, but steady rise, which was evident as ever in her final campaign.
The senior began at Westbrook as a varsity alternate her freshman year prior to being slotted in the No. 3 doubles spot for her sophomore and junior seasons. However, in the recent campaign Olivia and senior partner Kaitlin Luft were bumped to the No. 1 doubles position and went 17-1 in the regular season to earn Second Team All-Shoreline honors, after which they reached the semifinals of the conference draw and the third round at the State Open.
“At No. 3 doubles, I learned to be mainly a consistent player and it wasn’t too much of a challenge. I expected to play at No. 2 this year, but when I went to No. 1, I was a little nervous. Yet we had a great year and I felt a lot of improvement,” says Olivia, who was in her second season teamed up with Luft. “Playing the tougher girls helped and I felt I got my strokes down more. I felt more confident in my doubles skills. Kaitlin and I have learned each other’s strengths and weaknesses and how to communicate. It was also a great experience to play at the State Open at Yale with talented players from all over the state.”
Westbrook girls’ tennis Head Coach Paula Fitzgerald declares Olivia as a true blue example of what persistence can yield in athletics.
“Olivia Lawton epitomizes what a high school athlete should be. She started out as a true beginner as a freshman and worked hard at improving her skills,” says Fitzgerald. “She is a competitive person who we kid about not knowing the entire tennis lingo, but just goes out and plays. She has been a pleasure to coach the past four years and exemplifies where hard work can get you. “
Olivia was willing to put herself through the harsh, bitterly cold outdoor offseason sessions because she knew they would pay off in the end. She also learned that the top tier of tandem tennis requires quite a special set of skills.
“It was definitely a change because No. 3 doubles is about consistency rather than skill and then you play girls with better stroke, yet we adapted to the competition, I think,” Olivia says. “We all hit together as a team during the summer, but I also played on our courts during the winter in a jacket, though it was definitely worthwhile. We had a slow start this year due to the snow, but I think we all dealt with it well.”
Some may not have expected Olivia to soar so high in her rookie run at the top doubles spot. Still, she was solely concerned about helping the Knights succeed and serving as a positive influence for their underclass athletes—something she experienced firsthand while in those shoes.
“It felt good being in the position of a senior leader because they were the ones I used to look up to as a freshman. It’s a good feeling to help out the younger girls,” says Olivia. “Some weren’t expecting us to do so well, so to go 17-1 and make Shorelines was incredible and to also make the second day of the State Open as a big surprise.”
Having contributed to three Shoreline Conference crowns and a Class S state championship, Olivia relishes the many proud moments she was part of at Westbrook. Looking back, Olivia feels that even though she was in over her head to start, everything worked out just fine at the finish.
“It’s been great being a part of Westbrook tennis. I saw the history and the titles, so I felt intimidated as a freshman because I felt I had big shoes to fill,” says Olivia, who thanks her coaches, Luft, and her parents, Linda and Mike. “The coaches have helped every step of the way and all of our hard work paid off. To be a part of the titles is amazing and I wouldn’t change it for anything.”
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Obituary – Dr. H. William “Bill” Perry Jr.
Dr. H. William “Bill” Perry Jr., a beloved pastor and long-time resident of Statesboro, entered into eternal rest on October 21, 2021, at the age of 80.
Bill is survived by his wife, Margaret, of Statesboro, Georgia; his two daughters, Laura (Darrell) Myers of Grafton, Ohio; Gayla (John) Bennett of Gainesville, Georgia; and his three sisters, Janet Stainer of Tallahassee, Florida; Karen Capps of Raleigh, N. C.; and Sue (Don) Hunter of Live Oak, Florida. Bill was the proud grandfather of six grandchildren and two granddaughters-in-law, JD, Jamie and Julianne Myers; and Drew (Olivia), Grant (Catelyn) and Jacob Whaley. He was an uncle to many nieces and nephews.
He is preceded in death by his father, Harvey; his mother, Kathryn; his son, Jon Bill; and his son-in-law, Ken Whaley.
Bill was born on February 7, 1941, in Live Oak, Florida. He graduated from Stetson University with a degree in religion and received his doctorate in ministry from Southern Seminary in 1976.
He married the love of his life, Margaret, on June 26, 1964, and they later welcomed their three beautiful children into the world.
Bill was an active member of the Statesboro community. Known by many for his charming sense of humor, he frequently shared jokes with close friends and would often post them to Facebook.
Bill was an active member of the Rotary Club of Statesboro for many years, winning the Citizen of the Year Award in 2005. He also served on the board of directors for Ogeechee Area Hospice.
Bill was a faithful servant of Jesus Christ and a devoted pastor. Over his 54 years of ministry, he pastored Powells Chapel Baptist Church, First Baptist Pelham, GA; First Baptist Hawkinsville, GA; First Baptist Statesboro, as well as serving as interim pastor at a number of churches following his retirement in 2004. He was currently serving at First Baptist Twin City.
The family is thankful for the loving support of the community at this time.
The family will receive visitors on Sunday, October 24, 2021, from 4 p.m. until 6 p.m. in the chapel of Joiner-Anderson Funeral Home in Statesboro.
The funeral service will be Monday, October 25, 2021, at 11 a.m. at First Baptist Church Statesboro with the Rev. Drew Whaley, the Rev. Darrell Myers and Dr. John Waters officiating.
Dr. Perry will lie in state in the church sanctuary one hour prior to the service.
Interment will be in Eastside Cemetery in Statesboro.
Pallbearers will be his grandsons and sons-in-law.
The family requests that memorial contributions be made to the Statesboro First Baptist Church Nursing Ministry, 108 North Main Street, Statesboro, GA 30458.
Friends may sign the online register book at www.joineranderson.com.
Joiner-Anderson Funeral Home & Crematory of Statesboro is in charge of the arrangements.
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Jenny’s flying start – Portsmouth Hockey Club women’s South Central League round-up
Fareham 3rds (black) v Portsmouth 3rds. Picture: Barry Zee
Stung by the previous week’s poor performance, they took a second minute lead – Jenny Turvey-Warnes combining with Lauren Stewart to carve open the defence with a slick one- two that saw Turvey smash the ball home.
Strangely, this only served to gee-up Salisbury who immediately pushed up their work rate and took control of the game. They broke Portsmouth’s rhythm and short inter passing game with fierce tackling and direct play and were rewarded by a quick equaliser. This gave them a further boost and they capitalised on defensive indecision to take the lead just before the interval.
Portsmouth levelled a few minutes after the restart, forcing a short corner from which skipper Nadz Moore swept home off a defender’s foot.
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Fareham 3rds (black) v Portsmouth 3rds. Picture: Barry Zee
This quick response gave the hosts confidence to keep the ball moving quickly and soon after Katie Spooner worked herself some space in the circle to slam a fine reverse stick strike past a surprised Salisbury keeper.
From this moment on, Portsmouth never looked back and dominated proceedings.
Portsmouth 2nds also took an early lead against Salisbury 2nds in South Central Division 2 South – only to lose 2-1.
Lucy Dunning and Hannah Howard set up Louisa McKay for the quick opener, but Salisbury levelled before half-time.
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The second half again showed moments of excellence from Portsmouth with Georgia Clist working the left well and fantastic work rate on the right by player of the match Hayley Chivers and Emily Dunkason with her overlapping runs and balls down the line.
Despite a strong defensive performance, Portsmouth conceded the winning goal from a short corner towards the end.
Nicky Puckett slotted Portsmouth 3rds into the lead in their South Central Division 1 Solent game against Fareham 3rds.
Impressive tackles from player of the match Isabel Slack and Leah Riddy resulted in effective distribution from Carol Rutter in the centre of the field to the awaiting forward line.
Portsmouth pounced upon one of these breakaway attacks, resulting in a reverse stick strike from Becky Clay that was finished off by Puckett.
That was as good as it got, though, with Fareham hitting back to lead 2-1 at half-time and going on to add three more goals.
Portsmouth 4ths took time to settle against West Meon in South Central Division 2 Solent with several players out of their normal positions.
As they improved, excellent runs from Hayley Lawton, Andrea Barnes, Olivia Harridine, Maddie Kimber and Jane Noble saw Portsmouth launch numerous attacks.
Following several penalty corners, Harradine struck from a rebounded short corner strike for what proved the only goal.
Lizzie Mason was superb in the second half, fearlessly running out first on defending penalty corners, while Amy Durnford, Emma Japes and Harridine produced goal line clearances. Keeper Helen Perriam also produced one excellent save.
Santa Barbara Boys 17th, Girls 18th at Mt. SAC Invite | Sports
The Santa Barbara boys finished 17th in the Division 1&2 Team Sweepstakes and the girls 18th in the Division 2 open race at the prestigious Mt. SAC Cross Country Invitational.
Blaise Snow led the Dons’ boys, finishing 45th with a time of 16:02.
“That’s a great time for a sophomore who’s never seen that course before,” Santa Barbara coach Olivia Perdices said. “He got a taste of real championship-style cross country today and it’s going to serve him well when we come back in three weeks for CIF.”
Other scorers for the Santa Barbara boys were Andreas Dybdahl (92nd with 16:40), Oliver LeVine (103rd with 16:50), Xan Tassos (105th with 16:51) and Bode Andrulaitis (115th with 17:02).
The Santa Barbara girls were led by Ridley DeSoto in 58th place with 20:49. Other scorers were Mackenna Show (95th in 22:31), Arielle Feinberg (107th with 22:59), Mia Sanders (108th with 23:02) and Greta Mixon (112th with 23:17).
“Our girls ran hard today, and more importantly they know what they can do to run better when we come back here,” Perdices said. “This is a course where familiarity is a huge advantage and our top three were here for the first time today. That bodes well for us as we move on.”
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90,000 What It Really Needs to Win an Oscar | Vogue Ukraine
Getting an Academy Award for acting is not easy. Oftentimes, a nominee must have a solid track record spanning decades of work, exhausting filming and massive campaigns. But if you choose the ideal role and fall into the right category, this elusive statuette may soon be in your hands. As the 2020 Oscar nominations continue to compete in their nominations, Vogue is looking at statistics to determine the most effective strategies to win the much-coveted award.
Play a Real Human
Since the Academy was founded, 82 actors have won Oscars for playing characters based on real people. For example, in 2019, three out of four winners fell into this category by this criterion: Rami Malek for the role of Freddie Mercury in Bohemian Rhapsody, Olivia Colman for the role of Queen Anne in The Favorite, Mahershal Ali for the role of Don Shirley in Green book “. And the higher the status of the historical figure, the more chances: Eddie Redmayne received a statuette for his role as Stephen Hawking in the film “Stephen Hawking’s Universe”, and Nicole Kidman for the role of Virginia Woolf in “Watch”.Bonus points will add a serious transformation of appearance, say, using prosthetics or if a real person attends the ceremony with you (as was the case with Jennifer Lawrence when she was nominated for her role in the movie “Joy” in 2016).
Rami Malek wins an Oscar for his role in Bohemian Rhapsody, 2019
Even better, to play a royal personage
The academy is obsessed with monarchs and it looks like this will not change soon. Even before Olivia Coleman’s victory, Charles Lawton won an award for his role as King Henry VIII in The Private Life of Henry VIII; Judy Dench, as Queen Elizabeth I in Shakespeare in Love; Helen Mirren, as Queen Elizabeth II in The Queen; and Colin Firth for his role as King George VI in The King’s Speech.But you don’t have to play a member of the European royal family: Yul Brynner won the award in 1957 for his role as King Mongkut of Thailand in The King and I.
Olivia Coleman wins an Oscar for her role in The Favorite, 2019
Play a Politician for Best Actor.
Reincarnated as a great leader (preferably with long monologues and at least one outburst of anger) has long been the guiding star of the Oscars. It worked for Gary Oldman (as Winston Churchill in Dark Times), Daniel Day-Lewis (as Abraham Lincoln in Lincoln), Sean Penn (as Harvey Milk in Harvey Milk) and Ben Kingsley (in the role of Mahatma Gandhi in “Gandhi”).Despots also appear frequently in this category: Forest Whitaker took home a statuette for his role as Idi Amin, the former President of Uganda in The Last King of Scotland in 2007.
And to get the Best Actress statuette, try to do it before 30
Ironically, Hollywood loves young people. Proof? 35 percent of the winners in the Best Actress category received the award before they turned 30. Recent winners include Brie Larson (“The Room”), Emma Stone (La La Land), Natalie Portman (“Black Swan”) and Jennifer Lawrence (“My Boyfriend Is Crazy”).The latter was only 22 when she won. In contrast to these observations, there is only one Best Actor winner ever under 30: Adrian Brody, who won a statuette for his role in The Pianist at age 29.
Jennifer Lawrence wins an Oscar for her role in My Boyfriend is Crazy, 2013
If you are not an American citizen, British is fine too.
first Oscar winners like Vivien Leigh (Gone With the Wind), Laurence Olivier (Hamlet) and Julie Andrews (Mary Poppins).While the Academy has always favored homegrown talent, British performers come in second with 65 current wins to date. The current record holder for Best Actor wins is also Briton: Daniel Day-Lewis, who has three Oscars (My Left Foot, Oil and Lincoln) and six nominations, despite the fact that he only appeared on the big screen 20 times.
Be the musician turned movie star
Who’s better than just a movie star? Someone who also became a musical icon.When Cher went from pop star to actress and won an Oscar in 1988 for a film called Reign of the Moon, she paved the way for others: Queen Latifah was nominated for her role in Chicago in 2002, Mary J. Blige for her role in the film “Mudbound Farm” in 2018 and Lady Gaga for her role in the film “A Star is Born” in 2019.
Barbara Streisand, 1969
The more ability you have, the better
Hollywood wisdom says that the more work you put into a role, the more likely you are to get an Oscar nomination.As a result, musicals that require live singing, dancing, or playing a musical instrument often bring victory to their actors. It worked for Ryan Gosling (La La Land), Emma Stone (La La Land), Barbra Streisand (Funny Girl), Liza Minnelli (Cabaret), Catherine Zeta-Jones (Chicago) ), Reese Witherspoon (Walk the Line), Jennifer Hudson (Dreamgirls) and Anne Hathaway (Les Miserables). It seems that in 2020 the figurine will be taken home by the singing and dancing Renee Zellweger in the movie “Judy”.
Emma Stone wins an Oscar for her role in La La Land, 2017
To claim the Best Supporting Actor statuette, play a villain
who play characters who overcome difficulties, the category “Best Supporting Actor” goes to those who portray more outstanding personalities. One recurring character is a quirky antagonist: think of the ruthless critic George Sanders in All About Eve; the sinister master of ceremonies Joel Gray at the Cabaret; or the violent leader Jonathan Kimble Simmons in Obsession.How to ensure your victory for sure? Play a Heath Ledger-style supervillain in The Dark Knight, Javier Bardem in No Country for Old Men, or Christoph Waltz in Inglourious Basterds.
Play an anxious (or irresponsible) mother to win the Best Supporting Actress statuette.
The image of a devoted mother may have become a cinematic cliché, but try to explain it to the Academy: eight out of 10 winners in the Best supporting actress ”played by the parents.Some are consistently supportive (Regina King in If Beale Street Could Talk), some are hopelessly agitated (Patricia Arquette in Boyhood), and others are misleading (Allison Jenny in Tonya Against All, Mo ‘Nick in “Treasure”), but they were all remembered for their roles as mothers.
If you are starring, you can still win the Best Supporting Actor award.
By submitting Academy nominees for nomination, campaigners aim to maximize their chances.It is here that there are many pitfalls. In films with two strong lead roles, studios may choose one of the actors and submit them to the Best Supporting Actor category to avoid split voices. In 2019, this worked in Mahershala Ali’s favor: he won the Best Supporting Actor nomination, while his Green Book co-star Viggo Mortensen was nominated for the lead role. In other cases, if there are particularly strong applicants in the lead category, supporting categories may be a very likely option: as it turned out for Viola Davis (“Fences”) and Alicia Vikander (“The Danish Girl”).Our tip: hedge your bets and manage expectations.
Mahershala Ali, Emma Stone, Viola Davis and Casey Afleck
Your character name must be included in the title of the film
Since 1929, more than a third of the winners’ characters in the Best Actor and Best Actress categories have been featured in their films. Julianne Moore won a statuette for her role in Still Alice, Philip Seymour Hoffman – Capote, Jamie Foxx – Ray, Julia Roberts – Erin Brockovich. Even Meryl Streep has benefited from this rule: the legend has won three roles in the films Kramer vs. Kramer, Sophie’s Choice and The Iron Lady.Thus, Renee Zellweger (“Judy”) and Joaquin Phoenix (“Joker”) have every chance in 2020.
90,000 Why do some parents dislike advice from those without children?
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no children, he had to apologize. Why do some people doubt that childless people can give advice on raising children?
“She did not give birth to children,” said fellow MP Tim Lawton, who served with her in the ministry, about Sarah Teaser.The public condemned these words, considering them offensive and sexist. Subsequently, Lawton apologized and said that he did not intend to criticize the former minister personally.
However, this incident drew attention to an almost unrecognized fact: some believe that parenting advice from childless people is not as valuable as from those with children.
About a month before Mr Lawton’s comment was released, Mumsnet had already discussed the issue of “advice from childless friends.”Many people are reluctant to accept such advice.
“Seriously, do you really think that those four hours that you sat with a child equate to the harsh realities of a parent’s life?” one of the commentators asks.
“If you don’t have children, you have no idea what parenting is,” adds another.
The other participants in the discussion disagree. After all, there are many teachers, midwives, nannies and other professionals working in childcare who have no descendants but who do their jobs carefully and efficiently.
However, it cannot be denied that many parents do not like to be “taught to live” by those who have never changed diapers or spent sleepless nights with their child.
Justin Roberts, CEO of Mumsnet, admits that a significant portion of their audience dislikes guidance from childless people, especially if they have not faced the grueling, far from romantic aspects of parenting and motherhood. “Not everyone understands how well children can play on their nerves,” she says.
However, she sees a difference between this attitude and Lawton’s words. It is one thing when unskilled childless people impose their “wisdom” on others – and quite another when it comes to an expert, albeit childless, or a politician who collaborates with experts.
“There has never been any criticism of Sarah Teaser on our site,” says Ms Roberts.
Others point out that 39-year-old Ms Teaser, a former minister, has become a target of criticism precisely because of her gender.The public is applying very different standards of family life to women, says Tina Miller, a sociology professor at Oxford Brooks University and author of research on the concept of parenthood.
“If 39-year-old Simon Teaser were the minister, no one would have remembered his parental duty,” Ms Miller sneers. make excuses “.
As far as is known, Ms. Teaser has not made any statements regarding this incident.
In addition, it seems that in the field of family policy (for which she was responsible as a minister), employees are expected to have personal experience, which cannot be said about other ministries.
Defense ministers are rarely criticized for not serving in the army, lack of education in finance and economics does not seem to be an obstacle to a career in the relevant ministry (the last four owners of Downing Street, 11, had diplomas, in chronological order , on modern history, jurisprudence, history and jurisprudence).
Yet some of the best experts in family matters do not have children of their own.
For example, Joe Frost, TV Superbaby who has worked with children since 1989. Controversial parenting guru Gina Ford has no descendants either; however, her books for parents account for, according to some reports, 25% of the total market for such literature.
Many childless people are childless not of their own free will, they are happy to teach or take care of other people’s children. Others may have decided to postpone parental duty until later or abandon it altogether, but are still able to empathize with both parents and children.
Corinne Sweet had a successful career as a child psychologist even before becoming a mother at 43. For many years she assured others that she did not want to start a family – until she changed her mind.
According to Ms. Sweet, motherhood changed her outlook on life, but even before that she could work with children just as competently.
“I worked a lot with young people before I had a child,” she says. “Motherhood really changes your worldview, but that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t understand children before.There are many teachers, psychologists, doctors, trainers who do not have children, but have enough training and professionalism to do their job. ”
At the same time, she admits that some aspects of motherhood – instinctive, emotional – were beyond her understanding. until she became a mother.
The success of Mumsnet and other similar sites is based on the fact that people are always brought together by sharing experiences of little secrets of parenting, as well as the general sense of responsibility that comes with the appearance of children.Childless people do not understand this – almost never.
“Nobody can explain to you what it means to be a parent,” says Miller. “Nothing will prepare you for this. If you don’t have children, of course, you can guess about it – but you can’t know for sure.”
Moreover, since motherhood and fatherhood are such a personal and emotional topic, it is all the more natural that parents are offended by the advice of “outsiders”, especially the uninvited ones.
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Joe Frost’s “perfect nanny” has no children of her own
When parents speak out aggressively against childless people, it really is a reaction to the burden of unrealistic expectations placed on modern moms and dads, explains Amanda Hammer, family psychologist and lecturer Open University (the Open University).
Childless is a convenient scapegoat for those who are under pressure and need to be superparents, says Ms. Gummer – especially now that many of the social ties and relationships through which help came in have disappeared. As a result, many are hostile to any feedback on their parenting methods.
“The media are of little use either,” she adds. “All these self-help guides, all these experts … Parents are constantly under pressure and heightened attention.And grandmothers no longer live five minutes away. People are out of the habit of the advice of ubiquitous relatives. “
Some of the childless may never know what it’s like to be a mother or father, but like everyone else, they are quite capable of understanding both parents and children.
Blogger Guide landing page optimization
Starting a new blog is fun as hell. You’ve got endless themes to choose from, social media sharing buttons to choose from, and oh, the fun of writing your very first blog post.
But when the excitement subsides, you begin to wake up to all the new terminology that blogging is opening up. You’ve read about favicons, plugins, hyperlinks and long keywords.
This is very important.
And now you’ve heard of landing pages. Do bloggers need to know about landing pages?
If you’re wondering what landing pages are and how to use them effectively on your site, I’m sure it wasn’t easy to find this information on the internet.
Do you know why? Because most of the information about landing pages is for marketers and small businesses.
You are a blogger, not a marketer.
Let’s take a look at what landing pages are, the best practices for using them, and some of the creation tools you, the blogger, should be familiar with.
Landing pages and why you need them
A landing page is a landing page, usually created with a specific purpose, that your visitor is taken to after clicking on an ad, link in an email, social media call to action, or many other sources.
For example, Mary Fernandez links her sign up button on her Facebook business page to her landing page.
This means that a visitor to her business page will see the registration button and may decide to click on it.
When they do, they will be sent to Mary’s landing page to download The Giant Guest Blogging Index (landing page no longer works).
People can also access your landing page simply by entering a URL, and sometimes this is the site’s home page.
Here’s an example of a landing page for one of Adam’s lead magnets:
Why are these examples considered landing pages?
Because they only have one call to action. There is nothing to distract the visitor from traveling elsewhere. However, there is usually another link where the visitor can go to the blog.
So what’s so great about having a landing page on your site?
1. You Get More Subscribers
According to Marketing Land, using a landing page for email marketing can increase conversion rates up to a whopping 50%.
Why so high? The simple answer is that visitors have a limited number of options to choose from. Research has shown that when there are too many options, people almost always freeze and choose nothing.
But if only a few options are offered to them, the chances that they will make a choice are much higher – 900%.
And the Internet is no different.
Take a look at Jenna Saward’s landing page:
A visitor has only two options: get started and subscribe to her list, or read her blog.
2. Enter them into the sales funnel.
If you have a product or course to sell, there is no doubt that your email list can help you increase sales.
Bloggers and entrepreneurs are now creating free courses that give subscribers a small fraction of their paid courses.
This makes the free course part of the full course sales funnel. For example, Allison of Wonderlass has a landing page where visitors can choose to either go to her blog or sign up for her free webinar.
If you sign up for a free webinar, you will eventually receive notification of her new course on webinars.
In doing so, Allison is expanding her email list, which will help turn her list into buyers in the future.
3. Direct visitors to your product immediately.
Typically, bloggers don’t have a landing page that directs visitors directly to their product. This method is more suitable for small businesses and companies.
For example, Dropbox’s landing page offers you two options – try it out or buy their product.
Everything on this page encourages the visitor to start a free trial or make a purchase. And this is true even for their menu items – links in the menu primarily send the visitor to the page with those two options.
Landing Page Guidelines
Now that you’re excited to try out a landing page for your blog, what are the best practices for increasing your conversion rates?
While each landing page is created differently and used for different purposes, these best practices are a starting point that will help you gain more subscribers and ultimately increase sales.
Note: What works in one niche may not work well in another niche, so keep that in mind when trying these suggestions . The main point of conversion rate optimization (CRO) is to test what works for your website. So, use the following only as a starting point.
1. Make a great headline
Whether it’s a blog post, sales page, or landing page, the first thing a visitor reads is the headline.
You have less than twenty seconds to encourage the reader to continue reading. If your headline grabs the reader’s attention and interest, you should have no problem attracting their offer.
Some tips for making headlines bright:
- Your heading should solve the problem
- Using words like you and yours, can make your headline easier to understand
- Try the tried-and-true heading formula
Removing distractions can dramatically increase your conversion rate.
When you get too distracted, it competes with your main call to action. Your visitors won’t know what to click and can instead either bounce or visit your blog or page about page.
So what distractions should you remove from your landing page?
Too many copies
Having unnecessary information can quickly kill your conversions.You might think it’s important to include whatever you suggest when people subscribe to your list – the titles of every download they receive, for example – but what you really need is a short copy that convinces.
This means highlighting benefits, not features (that is, everything you get after exchanging your email address).
For example, take a look at blogger mom McKinsey Bean’s landing page for her lead magnet.
McKinsey has four suggestions, and half of them clearly describe the benefits of using her mompreneur toolbox.
Having a menu
This can be tricky depending on the theme and / or layout of your site, but if you can, remove your menu.
Your landing page is designed to convert, and any navigation weakens that conversion. By simply removing your menu, you can increase your conversion by 100%.
Less choice = higher conversion for you.
Each landing page should have a single target (or focus)
I know we touched on this a bit by removing the navigation menu and talking about smaller choices, but having one target for the landing page isn’t enough.
Some hidden conversion killers you may not be aware of are present on your landing page:
- Having social sharing buttons
- Add two sentences – two for the price of one – to your call to action, for example: “And be sure to check it out me on Snapchat! ”
It’s worth noting that sometimes it makes sense to have more than one target for a page.
For example, if you are creating a homepage focused on generating leads, it makes sense to have a button that redirects visitors to your blog archive.
Technically, these are two goals, but they are important so returning visitors can easily reach your blog posts.
The bottom line is this: Don’t ask your readers to do too many things. Generally speaking, the more options they have, the less likely they are to make a choice.
3. Use the right copy button.
Having the right copy of the button on the landing page will help you convert more. But make sure you don’t use the word “ send” in your button copy.
According to HubSpot, using anything other than the word “ send” in the copy of the button converts better.
So what should you say in your call to action?
Make it work
You want your visitor to take action, right? So use powerful words like:
- Click Here
- Take This …
Make It Personal
If you change just one word from 902, change the place your to my .Research has shown that this can increase your click-through rate by up to 90%.
For example, copywriter Henneke Duistermaat of Enchanting Marketing has a landing page for his free writing course and uses my instead of of your in the button copy.
4. Use Common Sense
As I mentioned earlier, what works in one niche may not work in another niche.
For example, one of the best ways is to avoid using the word “ send” in the button text.
But it doesn’t hurt entrepreneur Melissa Griffin. She uses “ Submit” for some of her buttons, but her subscriber list is growing every day.
Another best practice is to have only one call to action and avoid menus.
Well, the minimalist baker, Dana Schultz, has a few calls to action and landing page menus.
But it’s not a problem for Dana. Her blog regularly attracts millions of monthly visitors.
And she has over 360 thousand followers on Instagram.
With such popularity, we can only assume that she also has a healthy list of email subscribers, despite her landing page not following best practices.
5. Split test of the landing page.
One thing bloggers might not think about after they have designed and published their landing page is to start testing different options.
This is called split testing, and it’s not just marketers or small business owners who do it.
Many landing page tools allow you to perform A / B testing, making it easy to customize your landing page copy or design options and automatically randomize them. Based on the analyzed data, you can make changes to improve your conversion rate.
For example, Olivia Derby and Marissa Lawton tested their webinar landing page separately.
[It took a few changes before we settled on a configuration that was converting at a rate we were happy with.
A copy of the page went through at least 7 rounds of edits while it was alive, and what started converting at 2% completed the campaign by 25%.
Knowing it’s important to test your landing page variations, what should you test?
Look at your heading and make sure it answers a specific problem or summarizes your proposal.
If you feel like you’re stuck in a dead end, it might be worth trying some heading tools.
Call to Action
Are you using action words? Take a look at your copy and see if you can add some high converting words.
Long copy versus short copy
Sometimes having a long copy can help with conversions – especially for sales pages. But perhaps your lengthy description of your last webinar will not be appreciated and will cause visitors to leave.
Look at your text and see if you can find ways to make it more succinct, yet just as informative.
See if the conversion increases the button color change. A number of studies show that a specific button color is better. These studies recommend the color red.
But it’s important to note that this increase in conversion may not be due to the color red. This could be because the red stood out more compared to the colors used in the rest of their website.
So, when testing buttons, consider the context of the landing page.
Consider the following elements that are used to create your buttons:
- Color (in relation to the rest of the design)
Tools for creating a landing page
As mentioned earlier, to get started easily A / B testing, you need a tool to create a landing page. There are many WordPress landing page plugins to choose from, and those that don’t require WordPress either.Here are two great options:
1. Prosperity Architect
Thrive Architect is an affordable landing page plugin for WordPress users. With prices starting at $ 67 and over 120 high converting landing page layouts to choose from, you won’t have a problem finding a layout that’s right for your brand or business.
And since this plugin works as a drag and drop page builder, you can also use it to create eye-catching layouts for any page or post on your WordPress website.
Pricing starts at $ 67 for lifetime updates and 12 months support.
Get Thrive Architect
Find out more in our Thrive Architect review.
Leadpages is an extremely popular package for creating landing pages (and not only). With mobile-friendly templates and easy-to-implement A / B testing and analytics, Leadpages can help you grow your mailing list quickly.
And if you’re new to conversion rate optimization (CRO), Leadpages does all the work for you, sorting out their templates so you can see which landing pages are best for conversions.
They do this by aggregating data from their customer base, so you can be sure that whichever template you use will help convert your visitors.
Prices start at $ 37 per month.
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Your blog is your business, right? If you are reading about the latest blogging tips for increasing traffic or mailing lists, then undoubtedly you want to ultimately profit from your blog.
To start this journey, having a landing page on your site will help you build the list and ultimately generate income.
While there are best practices to look out for, it’s important to know that one size doesn’t fit all and you need to find one that works for you.
Best practices are just a starting point, they are not set in stone, and there are definitely exceptions when it makes sense to avoid certain suggestions.
Get started with a landing page builder tool and perform A / B testing to maximize the potential of your landing page.
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July 1 – Calendar AllDates.ru.
Thursday, 182nd day of the year. Zodiac sign: Cancer. ♋
At the cinema since 1928.
– Willie Dixon, rhythm & blues performer and composer is born.
Died of disease (cancer).
– Debbie Harry (present.name Deborah Ann (Deborah Ann))), vocals.
1931 90 years – In Pereyaslavl-Zalessky, the first in the USSR factory for the production of film began to work. # Cinematography 1932 – The Australian Broadcasting Corporation became a state-owned corporation known as the Australian Broadcasting Commission.
ABC was founded in 1929.
1940 – Moscow Radio began broadcasting in Chinese. 1967 – BBC Two became color. # Television
BBC Two became the first color television channel in Europe.
1983 – The Australian Broadcasting Commission was renamed Australian Broadcasting Corporation.
1997 – The wedding of TV presenter Yulia Menshova took place.
2016 – The Russia HD TV channel was renamed to Russia-1 HD.
Now it completely duplicates the program schedule of the Russia-1 TV channel.
Destination 5 is … What is Destination 5?
“Destination 5” (English Final Destination 5 ) is a prequel to the series of films “Destination”. The film was directed by Stephen Quayle (Aliens from the Abyss) and written by Erik Heisserer, who is behind the script for the remake of A Nightmare on Elm Street. Filming began at the end of August 2010.The main female role was played by Emma Bell (Frozen), and the male role was played by Nicholas D’Agosto. The film also returned to actor Tony Todd, who played in the first two parts of a mortuary worker named Mr. William Bloodworth. The film premiered on August 12, 2011 in the United States. In Russia, the premiere took place on August 25, 2011 at  .
The slogan of the film – “The danger was not yet so close”
A company of colleagues goes by bus for training.At the entrance to the bridge, Sam Lawton has a terrible vision: the bridge, on which their bus is about to enter, collapses. Many people die, including himself. Sam wakes up and starts to panic. He persuades his friends and several other “lucky ones” to leave the bridge. And just in time: as he had foreseen, the bridge collapses before their eyes and many people die. Thanks to Sam, eight people end up surviving: Sam himself, his ex-girlfriend, whom he still loves, Molly Harper, Sam’s friend Peter Friedkin and his girlfriend Candice Hooper, Factory worker, young guy Nathan Spears, Sam’s colleague Olivia Castle, a thief Isaac Palmer and their boss Denis Lapman.
After a while, the survivors begin to die one by one according to the Death schedule. Sam himself believes that all deaths are just coincidences, although William Blooddwertt, as if watching the survivors, reports that death will not leave them alone – she needs to delete from life everyone who was on the list. And he says that they can kill someone instead of themselves and live as long as a murdered one would have lived … The first is killed by Candice during gymnastics training. Then Isaac dies during the massage, the Buddha falls on him.Later, Olivia falls out of the window, in front of everyone. Nathan accidentally kills a colleague in the factory, Nathan lives out the rest of his life, and Dennis kills with a monkey wrench in the factory. Peter is killed by Sam after he attacks Molly to kill her. At the end of the film, Sam and Molly fly to Paris on Flight 180. Tickets are dated May 13, 2000. In front of Sam’s eyes, a group of people is taken out of the plane because of a fight, a few minutes later the plane explodes.
Lions Gate Bridge in Vancouver, which will crash in the film
- Nicholas D’Agosto – Sam Lawton, the main character of the film.
- Emma Bell – Molly Harper, Sam’s ex-girlfriend.
- Arlene Escarpert – Nathan Sears, Sam’s best friend.
- Jacqueline McInnes Wood – Olivia Castle, friend and colleague of Sam.
- Miles Fisher – Peter Friedkin, Sam’s senior colleague, Candice’s boyfriend.
- Ellen Roe – Candice Hooper, gymnast dating Peter.
- David Cockner – Dennis Lapman, Sam’s boss (director of sales).
- Courtney B. Vance – Jim Block, FBI agent.
- P.J. Byrne – Isaac Palmer, Sam’s colleague.
- Brent State – Roy Carson, longtime factory worker.
- Tony Todd – William Bloodworth, Coroner.
- Barclay Hope – Dr. Leonetti of the Center for Laser Vision Correction.
- Roman Podhora – John, factory worker, colleague of Nathan and Roy.
The music for this film as well as for the fourth part was written by Brian Tyler (eng. Brian Tyler ):
- Main Title [3:47]
- Fates Bridge [6:31]
- Repercussions [4:06]
- Kill Or Be Killed [4:30]
- Cheating Death [2:13]
- Bludworth [2:43]
- Death’s Work [10:12]
- Olivia [1:35]
- Eye Can’t See So Good [4:16]
- The Gift Certificate [2:50]
- Meet the Gang [1:10]
- Hook in Mouth [2:09]
- Isaac’s Got a Point [2:08]
- Recognition [0:59]
- Mystery [2:47]
- Bend Over Backwards [4:38]
- The Order of Death [7:20]
- Plans Within Plans [3:45]
- Infinite Finale [1:31]
The film also featured songs:
- Kansas – “Dust In The Wind”
- Everclear – “I Will Buy You A New Life”
- AC / DC – “If You Want Blood (You’ve Got It)”
- Terry Poison – “Girl On The Run”
- AC / DC – “Highway To Hell”
- During the opening credits, you can see the objects that caused the deaths of the heroes of the previous parts – a ladder, a gas cylinder, a car tire, a barbed wire fence, a boat motor, nails, a knife, a metal plate, a hook with a load, a monitor, a screwdriver, a plastic chimney, broken window, microwave oven, kettle, dentures,
- Also during the credits, you can see an exploding plane (a reference to the first part of the franchise), logs (a reference to the disaster of the second part) and roller coaster wheels with belts (a reference to the third part of the film)
- Molly is the second heroine of the franchise (after Wendy Christensen, the main character of the third part), whose death is not in vision.
- If you believe the recording on TV during the trip, the name of the training, which the heroes of the film are going to – “180 Corporate Consulting” – one of the many appearances of the number 180.
- On the way, the bus with the heroes overtakes a truck with logs – a reference to the second part. and it says the name of the cinema tagert from part 4 of
- When the bridge collapses, the bus in which the workers were traveling to training falls along with the road on the bridge, and in Sam’s vision, only one bus falls.
- The song Dust In The Wind, played in the receiver before the disaster, indirectly indicates one of the causes of the tragedy, which was subsequently voiced by the investigators – a strong wind. The same song is played in Sam’s headphones during the takeoff of the plane at the end of the film. Also, this song sounds in the bar where Nathan was shortly before his death.
- The words of the channel’s correspondent about the “happy eight” are a clear allusion to the subsequent fate of the survivors (both in this film and in the entire franchise as a whole).Considering that chronologically this part is the first, it turns out that these words became prophetic.
- The name of the cafe where Sam works is Le Cafe Miro 81. The heroes of the first part were sitting in the same cafe. In addition, the name of the cafe contains the number 180 (just the opposite)
- When Sam visits Molly, her kettle starts to boil – a reference to how Miss Luton died in Part 1.
- Isaac, stealing belongings from the deceased employees, pricks himself with a needle – later he will die in an acupuncture session.
- While hurrying out of the office, Olivia drops the photograph. The glass cracks in her right eye revealing the cause of her death – Olivia dies during eye surgery. Also, before the operation, the right eye is torn off from the teddy bear, which was in the hands of Olivia
- At the scene of Isaac’s death, during a conversation with Sam with a medical officer, he says that he has already seen people cheat death. If we take into account that chronologically this part is the first, then such cases have happened before.
- Sam and Molly will fly to Paris on May 13th. Also, the number 13 appears in the name of the channel, which covered the catastrophe on the bridge at the beginning of the film.
- In the final scene, you can see references to various moments in the film. Molly is holding a magazine with a photograph. A similar photograph hung in the medical center where Olivia died. Sam points his finger – just like on the bus at the beginning of the movie.
- Nathan stands in front of photographs of the deceased Roy. In one of them, Roy is standing next to car number 6.The same number was on the car that caused the accident in the fourth part of the franchise.
- “Rolland Coach Line” is written on the bus in which the heroes are traveling, if you take the first letters, you get Roller Coaster, which means “roller coaster”, where the action of the third part takes place.
- Also, if you add up the digits of this bus number, you get the number 13.
- If you add the numbers on boxes 19 and 21, you get 13: 1 + 9 + 2 + 1 = 13
90,000 Chapter Nine IN WHICH FORTUNA TURNS FROM OUR HERO.The Scoffer
IN WHICH FORTUNA TURNS FROM OUR HERO
On the day I left Oxford, I stopped keeping my diary and returned to it only sporadically for the next two years. These are already recordings of another, softer and, in general, prettier person than his predecessor. Self-righteousness disappeared, and at the same time, anger was greatly reduced. Nevertheless, you read the diary with a depressing feeling, because, compared to the tale of success at Lansing, it is a description of constant failure.
In the autumn and early winter of 1924, and then in the same months of 1926, I spent more time at home than I have ever been since 1917. During this period, my father celebrated his sixtieth birthday. Things were going badly at Chapman and Hall, and it was not his father’s authors who provided the meager income for the publishing house, but scientific literature, which did not interest him. The periodic, but frequent presence of a dissolute and not always respectful spender disturbed the peace at home, in which he was always looking for salvation. And we did not celebrate my coming of age in that first October after university.
Terence directed the film that fall; our garden served as a set for most of the episodes. The plot was a fantasy about Sligger Urquhart’s attempts to convert the king to the Roman Catholic faith. It was starring Elmly, John Sutro, and myself. The heroine was played by Elsa Lanchester (Mrs. Charles Lawton), a graceful red-haired girl of the same age who was not yet a professional actress, but ran an inexpensive and extremely interesting cabaret on Charlotte Street called “The Cave of Harmony” with Harold Scott.Father wholeheartedly accepted our risky fun, which reminded him of the home plays of his youth; he was pleased to find on his desk a list of characters and performers, and when he was shown the film itself, he was especially pleased to recognize familiar objects: “Oh, this is my chair! .. Look, don’t break that decanter.” But when the foliage flew around and with the arrival of winter, asthma and bronchitis attacks became more frequent, despondency settled in the house. Recently, he bought a radio, and contrary to all modern customs, he loved to listen to it, but I strove to turn it off.
At first I chose Hartley School of the Arts, then another on Newman Street, which advertised itself as the “Paris Studio in London”. The school had a long history and an interesting list of those who once studied there, mostly not artists, but writers. The Tate Gallery exhibits a wonderful painting by Samuel Butler, in which Mr. Hartley himself assembles a training skeleton. The school was very picturesque, decorated with a variety of antique armor, historical costumes and mannequins that I had not seen to be used in class.The school attracted by the fact that students started right from life, without any preliminary study on “antiques” – plaster casts, which are still adorned in more official institutions of a similar profile.
The majority of the students were girls from respectable families, who, as in my case, were considered “artists” at home. Male students could be counted on one hand, and even they had only the modest hope of becoming professional draftsmen. Nobody seriously aspired to High Art.There was no reason to expect to gather a cheerful friendly company there. Taught carelessly. The owner of the studio was a gray-bearded, with a burning nose, and his hands were shaking so much that the coal invariably crumbled in his fingers when he tried to explain something to us. The studio simply provided an opportunity to paint. We sat around a platform on which a model or a sitter sat in some traditional position. The morning posture has not changed all week. In the afternoon, the pose changed every ten minutes, during which we did a pencil sketch.One afternoon lesson a week was devoted to composition, usually on some abstract topic like “conflict.” Then we gave free rein to imagination, and the teacher analyzed our work in terms of rhythm, chiaroscuro, and so on. We were not taught the classical perspective.
For three or four weeks I attended class in good faith, hurrying early in the morning along the familiar trail from Heath Mount to the Hampstead subway and returning home as dusk fell. In order not to be so boring to walk, I left penny coins on the walls and posts of the fences and collect (usually the same amount as I left) on the way back.Tony Bushell was studying nearby at the Royal Academy of Performing Arts, and for lunch we met, as in the old days, for a beer and cheese in a pub on Tottenham Court Road.
As a result of studying in the studio, my eyes and hands became more faithful, and I was already drawing no worse than the others in the class; but soon I got bored of it all. I achieved an acceptable transfer of line and shadow on the sheet, but there was no desire to convey the volume of a static figure, to go deeper into the anatomy and the ratio of planes, this alone could require long hours of work that kills all inspiration.Each week, I would finish nude charcoal sketches in three mornings, while the other two would do the piping, sketching arms and legs from different angles at the edges of the sheet (deplorably ugly variations that were far from Trilby’s classic perfection). The asceticism that I was accepted bored me.
Hamish went on a trip to Africa. I used to frequent the Cafe Royal in the evenings. Brother Alec introduced me to the bohemian world, where I found friends. My name did not appear on the list of any lady of a decent house.Business cards with monograms did not invite me to the prosperous world of Pont Street. Basically, I have been to impromptu parties or those that were reported verbally and shortly before the event itself. In this company was Mary Butts, a sensual avant-garde lady who wrote stories and had a connection with a man from Aleister Crowley’s community in Kefalu who practiced black magic. Once she was already married to someone from the Montparnasse circle. She now had a large house in Belsize Park, home to an ever-changing community of mostly single couples.Parties were constantly held there. I remember Tony Bushell sitting on the steps eating the mistress’s face cream, and in the garden there were many hugging couples.
On Regent Park lived a Hindu, the daughter of a raja, so emancipated that she broke with her environment – although she still retained a connection with some members of her imperious family. Women sometimes arranged real fistfights at her house.
There was also Gwen Otter of Tedworth Square, an invariably hospitable, single, middle-aged woman, somewhat impoverished, like a red Indian.In her living room, the walls were painted black, the ceiling was gold, there were heaps of pillows in imitation of the first productions of Russian ballet. She could not stand loneliness, and in her house there were always a lot of people, loafers mixed with famous figures from the world of artists and theater actors. She did not seek to drum up celebrities. The best recommendation to her salon was not that a person is invited to all houses, but on the contrary, that very few people invite him.
After evenings spent in this company and at some indescribable gatherings, for the most part turned into revels in a club in various seedy districts of London, I was unable to perceive what we were taught, but continued in the same spirit and, not having money for a taxi, often stayed to sleep on the couch or walked home from Chelsea or Kensington in the morning.But the fact that I ultimately despaired of achieving anything in art, I owe to the attractive power of Oxford, where there were still many of my friends.
I can tell the exact date of my fall. On November 10, I went to Mrs. Lennox’s in Warwickshire for the weekend. John Sutro came from Oxford on Sunday and invited me to meet him the next day for lunch at his Beaumont Street apartment. That evening I wrote in my diary: “I am almost ready to accept the invitation.” And I accepted it.
“On Monday, November 12, I arrived at Oxford and, contrary to my intention, stayed there overnight.John had Harold Acton, Mark Ogilvy-Grant, New Lygon, Robert Byron, Arden Hillard, and Richard Pares. My visit was kept secret [and was greeted with enthusiasm, which contributed to my demise]. After lunch – hot lobster, partridges and plum pudding, sherry, claret mulled wine and an incomprehensible rum-like liqueur [which I think John found at the Wembley exhibit] – I left Hugh and John to drink and went to tea to M.O.-G., and then to New Reform, where he met Terence and Elmly, who were drinking beer.I drank with them and went with Robert Byron to dine in the dining room of Merton College. There I met Billy [Clonmore] and after lunch I went to see Reynolds, the hunter, who had another beer. Then I received a note from the Theater Society from Hugh and John, asking them to come to Banbury immediately. I went to the station, but could not persuade them not to go anywhere, and instead go with me to the Horsehead, where I agreed to meet with Elmly. Claude Cockburn suddenly appeared with a mad J.-L. and some other nasty guy with a glass eye, all drunk as a lord.When they drove us out of the station, we went to the good old “The Sanctuary Club” for a drink of whiskey and to watch a film by Terence. From about this time on, I hardly remember further events. I got a sword somewhere, somehow got into Balliol, and then, when I started taunting Tony Powell, I was thrown out the window. When I returned to Beaumont Street, I learned that there was a fire in John’s rooms. In the morning I drank beer with Hugh, Port with Top and gin with Giles Isham, had breakfast with Hugh and Desmond Harmsworth. Harold and Billy walked me to the station, staggering with fatigue. “
For almost five months I have not seen any of these friends of mine. The party in my honor happened by itself, they wanted me to remember my love for Oxford. My next appearances there were no longer a wonder. Instead of being a rare and welcome guest, I found myself in the usual position of those who cannot cut the thread connecting them with the university in one fell swoop, and for years constantly winds there. I continued to dress like a student. There was a new fashion that semester – a turtleneck jumper and wide leg pants – and I followed it.He returned every weekend and made a new friend who had just entered Magdalen. It was a skinny dark-haired peculiar guy named Henry York who later impressed us with his novels, published under the pseudonym Henry Green.
Now I had to invite to dinners and lunches, more often to look for the company of friends than mine, and these trips added to my debt. And each time I returned with less regret at the beginning of the week to the boredom of everyday life. When Hartley was closed for the Christmas break, I finally said goodbye to him….
Hamish and I often thought about getting a printing press that we hoped to print books that I would design and sometimes write. Outside the capital, there were many such private publishing houses that published books of all kinds of quality, from neat and beautiful to sloppy and pretentious. Looking at such products at a book fair, I was amazed at the small volumes produced by a private publishing house in Sussex, consisting of only one person.This lonely master not only typed and decorated the pages with a black-and-white pattern in the spirit of post-Pre-Raphaelites, but also reproduced the exquisite multicolored range of handwritten type in such a way that pale tones stood out next to dense and opaque ones, more like in painting than in typographic printing. He published unremarkable Georgian landscape poets and small, elegant essays. Now I cannot look at them without disgust, but at that time, after our revelry, these innocent pages awakened fond memories of evenings in Lichpole and resurrected the instructions of Mr. Grease, which, I thought, had long been forgotten under the irresistible influence of Harold Acton.I wrote to this printer and asked to be his apprentice. He immediately agreed, without even seeing me. My father, always ready to contribute to any endeavor of mine, hoping that I would develop a strong interest in something, paid him twenty-five pounds. I went to get a preliminary look at the case, but what I saw did not make me happy. I had expected to find something ascetic and secluded, like the St. Dominic Press in Ditchling, but the cottage that gave the printer its romantic name turned out to be a modern villa near the Bognor resort.The youngest son in the family, with whom I walked along the damp paths in the morning in search of rental housing, trusted me with his plans to become a fashion designer. But worst of all, the mysterious process of producing illustrations that instantly struck me turned out to be entirely based on photography; photographs of handwritten fonts and ornaments were sent to a commercial company, which translated them onto zinc plates, which were then rolled up by hand with paint and made prints. It was not in the least like the exciting craft world I dreamed of.
I returned to the North End Road without agreeing on training, found another pile of bills at home and realized that I had signed several checks at a later date that would have to be paid in the coming new year. The situation was hopeless, and I suggested that my father conclude an agreement: he pays my debts, and I refuse maintenance and begin to make a living myself.
There was only one way for a man of my profession. Even if a person has an incomplete education, even if he has bad habits, even if there is almost no one to vouch for him, private schools were ready to hire anyone, as long as he spoke without an accent and completed the traditional course of a private school and university.I called the agency and received twenty or thirty “personal and confidential offers of vacancies”: “Reply them without delay but with full attention, attach a photo, if required, and copies of the references, and be sure to also mention that you heard about the vacancy. from U.S”.
The idea of becoming a school teacher seemed completely absurd to me, but I remembered some amazing teachers who had gone through Heath Mount and sat down to write applications.I had no recommendations. I almost forgot Greek, little remained of my knowledge of French and mathematics, and I could not call myself a cricket coach. English history was not among the subjects of paramount importance, either in general schools or in classical schools. But, as the agent said, the rare headmaster of a school manages to find a person who meets all the requirements, and readily doomed, I agreed to teach whatever was offered to me. A week later, I received a telegram inviting me to a hotel in Marylbone for an interview with Mr. Wanwrae, the owner of a high school on the Flintshire coast.Mr. Wanomrae was a tall, pleasant old man. The only thing he asked me about was if I have a tuxedo. It was necessary to wear it on those occasions when the parents of the Irish boy pupils came. I reassured him about this, and he took me to work, assigning fifty pounds a quarter. His school, he noted, was in such a remote place that there was no way he could spend anything until a quarter was over. Do I smoke? It is a pity, since this is the only pleasure that will not be available due to its ban at school.Such weakness would be detrimental to my savings, which should be left intact, so that it would be pleasant to spend a well-deserved vacation during the holidays. I wrote to the Sussex publisher and informed him that I would not come. He categorically refused to return the deposit received to his father on the indisputable basis that the money, they say, had already been spent.
I had not yet agreed to the position of teacher, when suddenly, without informing in advance, Hamish came to our house. In East Africa, he contracted malaria, was left without money, returned in third class and to top it off crossed all of Europe, literally starving.He was unshaven, unwashed, without luggage, in a French coat from a regular store over a tropical canvas suit. Our sizes were similar; he used my wardrobe, and for several days he and I were on a party in London.
He did not abandon his intention to found a publishing business, accepted my temporary departure from art without condemnation and offered to stay with him for a while while he was hired as an apprentice at the Shakespeare Head Press in nearby Stratford-upon-Avon. With his return, the impending departure for Flintshire seemed to me an exile even more bitter than before, but there was another, most serious circumstance that made me regret my decision.That fall I fell in love. Actually, I fell in love with the whole family and, perhaps, as EM Forster describes a similar case in Howards End, I transferred my feelings to the only suitable member of this family, their eighteen-year-old daughter. I had neither the experience nor the willpower for real courtship. In less than a year, we became close friends, I was burnt with timid passion, which she restrained with her severity.
Her name was Olivia Plunket-Green. Olivia’s younger brother, David, entered Oxford during my last year there.He was a tall, languid youth, a dandy who adored everything fashionable. We crossed paths from time to time, but our companies were different. Her older brother, Richard, studied at the Royal College of Music. I met him when he rented after us the rooms of the old “Sanctuary Club” in St. Oldate. He looked more like a pirate than a student, sometimes put earrings in his ears, handled a boat perfectly, mercilessly smoked a pipe, which he stuffed with black strong tobacco, was prone to melancholy, like his sister and brother, but at the same time he often fell into a stormy ecstasy.He treated the purchase of smoking pipes or ties with a passion for a collector. Before my eyes, over the next few years, he became a wine connoisseur, motorcycle racer, jazz musician and author of a detective novel. He indulged in each new hobby with some kind of boyish passion, truly infectious. He didn’t care what others would say about it; instead, he carried us away with his undertakings.
When I first met him, he was depressed; the reason was not unhappy love, not that the smart and charming girl, who eventually became his wife, did not reciprocate to him, but that their marriage was in question, since he had neither money nor work, and her parents objected to the betrothal.
It is very difficult for me to describe Olivia as I first saw her. Harold Acton in his “Memoirs of an Esthete” mentions only “thin pursed lips and huge beautiful eyes” – the portrait is clearly imperfect. She died an unmarried and not yet old woman, having spent the last twenty years of her life in a secluded cottage with her mother, practically with no one but her, without communicating. At eighteen, she combined David’s elegance with Richard’s focus; her interests were not as broad as his, but deeper.A book, a play, a movie, a ballet, a new and usually unworthy friend, a social injustice that everyone knew and accepted as an inevitability, but which Olivia was the last to learn about, completely captured her for a while; these impulses were softened by her unusual sophistication, which did not prevent her from speaking and acting defiantly, but allowed her to keep intact the delicacy inherent in her nature, and also by shyness, which did not allow her to look for friends herself, but forced her to be content with those who, fascinated by her, persistently sought its location.At times she was grumpy and sarcastic, suffered from her morbid shyness, was incapable of the usual female tricks in the desire to please, in general to show herself, a little abnormal, a truth-seeker and at the end of her life a saint.
Parents in this family lived separately. Sometimes I saw their father at the Savile Club. He was a very handsome Irishman, singer and music professor, son of Mrs. Green, whose children’s books, especially Cushions and Cozy Corners, I had been reading when I was little.Their mother, Gwen, when I first saw her, was a middle-aged woman with an unfeigned maiden grace. The daughter of Sir Hubert Pery , she grew up in the midst of the musical and artistic world of the late Victorian era, and her entire life before her marriage was devoted to playing the violin. More importantly, she was the beloved and loving niece of the theologian Baron von Hugel, who was married to her aunt. She was not yet a Catholic, and her uncle, who in his youth was in danger of earning the stigma of a modernist, did not insist too much on her conversion to Catholicism.Instead, he wrote her spiritual letters, which later, in 1928, she prepared for publication. The Baron died when I barely had time to befriend Gwen. His name often came up in our conversations, but at that time I did not properly understand either the severity of her loss, or that he sowed in her the seed of mysticism and nurtured it. I just knew in general that she was “religious,” although no one in the family shared this inclination. I was much more impressed at that time by her sense of humor and the understanding that I found in her.Her own children adored her, and there was a relationship of calm equality between them and the friends of the children. Not the slightest sense of generational conflict that was present in the relationship between me and my parents and fortiory  by the parents of Hamish or John Sutro. I said “calm”, but, taking part in their life, she experienced all their difficult problems and their troubles, worried even more than they themselves. Peace, as I now understand, she found in secret prayers. Since then, I have met one or two people who possessed such rare virtues.At twenty-one, I simply treated her with that thoughtless admiration that is permissible among my peers.
Apparently, Gwen deliberately sought and sought the love of young people. A few years after our acquaintance, she wrote in her book about her father and uncle “Two Testimonies”: “We looked at the elderly, timidly wondering how to avoid a mistake that they obviously made … we tried not to make hasty judgments, not to blame … Youth and old age – polar, we cannot be what we once were; but we want to be close to youth again, not to emphasize what separates us … We, as older people, must accept the courageous hope of the young, their dazzling nobility, their trusting love.Once upon a time, we lived the same hope every day. We want real life in a world of young people … just think how awful it would be to live in a world of old people! ”
I don’t know if she found in me courageous hope or dazzling nobility. I certainly paid her with trusting love.
The Plunket Greens were not rich. Olivia was not “taken out into the world”, as tradition should be, but she had her own circle of friends from the children of her brothers’ relatives and friends. The duality that was in the characters of Gwen and Olivia made them constantly change houses – they have changed, probably, five houses in the ten years when I was practically a member of their family.When I met them, they lived in Holland Park, in a standard house, now surrounded by sheer lewdness, and then in pleasant seclusion. From there they moved to an apartment in bustling Mayfair, then to Batgers, and from there to St. John’s Wood. It was a burdensome habit for people of modest means, even if the move was made for reasons of economy.
That winter, Richard Plunket-Green was like me, without work and without money, but his situation was aggravated by the fact that he dreamed of getting married.He also decided to go to a private school as a teacher. It was his example that forced me to resort to such an extreme measure. There was no such question for Olivia and me to get married, but my passionate love and her indifference reached a critical point, I just began to overcome her restraint when, completely killed, I went to Flintshire.
In that state of mine, I would have taken it for granted if the school where I contracted to work turned out to be bad, and there are such people in the provinces all the time.However, the school turned out to be dishearteningly exemplary. Of course, there were originals among the teachers – even monsters – but the boys were healthy, happy, well-fed and prepared enough to continue their education in any private school of their choice. Half of them came from Ireland, half from the “black country”  and exactly corresponded to the traditional idea of such children. Irish boys, these descendants of the English and Scottish occupation, lively, beautiful, bold, daring; Lancashire – clumsy, stubborn, prudent, trying to get good grades; the Irish are more charming, the English are quieter.
As I was interested in having a tuxedo, I realized that the director – or rather his wife, who was the legislator here in this kind of business – has great respect for the Irish. For the young teacher, who was not confident in himself and in his authority among the students, the younger tribe from the industrial north was preferable.
Not all boys fell into these two categories. In Euston, a crowd of boys was packed into the carriage, going to school, I recognized them by their red caps; I, too, was ordered to attend to the acquisition of the same.At first, they looked down and ate sweets in large quantities. But after an hour or two, they cleared up, while despondency seized me. My adult companions looked at me with a friendly disposition as I joined them in the dining car and treated me to a ginger beer. I felt like prisoners, sensitive people, transported from one prison to another and chained to their guards, must feel – an alarming situation. None of the boys wanted to go back home.As soon as they got through the moment of parting with their parents, they began to pry from me how much I know about sports. I forgot Heath Mount’s lesson that a teacher can only be respected here by blatant lies. It is clear that by the time we arrived at Chester, I had managed to make a bad impression on them. There we were joined by a group of boys from Manchester who distracted their attention.
Finally we arrived at our station on the bleak strip of coastline between Rhil and Colvin Bay, where the train stopped to drop us off.There was only one small taxi at the station, into which I plunged. The boys had to go on foot. Each had a satchel with him. “Oh sir, will you take my knapsack? You are very kind, sir. ” About thirty knapsacks of various sizes flew into the taxi, and on the floor at my feet, on my knees, on the seat next to me, a pile grew, blocking the windows of the car. Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed? But that would be too selfish of me. Although, perhaps, coming to school loaded with hand luggage was not respectable.My doubts were dispelled by the director’s wife, who met me, standing on the porch. “Boys know they have to carry their own satchels. You shouldn’t have let them do that, Mr. Waugh. ” She looked at me with dislike and added: “A telegram awaits you. I think you will understand what this means. I personally am not able to. ” She held out a message, which she received over the phone. It was from Hugh Lagon and John Sutro, and it had three words: Forward, Evelyn, Forward!
Fate wanted me to never win the favor or respect of this all-powerful lady.She was in charge of the kitchen and the infirmary, made a clear distinction between parents depending on their social status, and, in essence, she turned the school into a thriving institution. The only thing that did not extend her power was the choice of junior teachers. But when her husband hired them, then they already fell into her hard hands. The husband knew how difficult it was to find teachers; she knew how low their level was. This was a woman I had never met before, and whose counterpart, when I began to travel, I was to meet at many outposts of the empire – a real Memsahib of the distant communities of English exiles.The closest I could have gotten into her favor was when Mrs. Lennox and Hamish came to visit me a month after my time at school. They arrived in a big new car, and it was clear that their position in society was higher than that of the most respected Irish parents. I was at school when she called me. The two minutes that the guests spent in her living room were enough for her to be convinced of their high position. “Some very nice friends have come to see you, Mr. Waugh,” she announced.”I’m sure Mr. Wanomray will excuse your absence from class while they are here.”
But at first nothing worked for me, and it was obvious. She assumed that the Lennoxes had come because they felt sorry for me, as it actually turned out. She had sources of information that confirmed her first and correct assumption. I didn’t try to gain credibility at all. Never wrote anything on the board. I never chopped roast beef at dinner – one of the most difficult duties of a teacher.Usually I stood at the head of my table, desperately shredding meat, and in front of me there was a mountain of plates of those who asked for more, when I had not yet had time to distribute the first portion to everyone.
I don’t really know what Mrs. Vanomrae hoped to get from her subordinates. I guess I was no more and no less a failure than my colleagues; but she regarded me as the least fortunate acquisition of a husband, and did not much better conceal her antipathy than Cratwell did in her day.
But I foresaw it all.Having humbly climbed out of the pile of falling knapsacks, I was left alone in front of the front door of the house, where I was to spend two oppressive quarters.
When I later began work on the novel, where I introduced the reader to a private school in North Wales, I embellished the picture by depicting it as a castle. On that awful day, I saw something completely different. Before me were modern buildings, well preserved but ill-conceived. They stood at the highest point of a steep road and, as it were, continued to climb the hill, so that inside they constantly had to climb stairs covered with slippery linoleum, all the while remaining on the lower floor.Mrs. Vanomrye (whoever sought her favor pronounced her last name “Vanummeri”) had a small room in the school, tidy, clean as an operating room, cluttered with all kinds of nonsense, like the boudoir of a matron fifty years her senior. It was not the season for flowers – but in summer it smelled like an American “funeral hall” – but there was a lot of silver of the kind that flaunts in the windows of Regent Street, intended for donation, apparently, these were signs of love for Mrs. Wanomrae or gifts parents whose dull offspring managed to qualify for school.Everything sparkled like grated linoleum. It was here that she brought me and looked at me for a long time with a piercing condemning glance.
I believe she, like the whole sinful race, dreamed of an unattainable ideal – prince? Loign? , – which she could get for a fee of fifty or sixty pounds a quarter. She couldn’t count on someone very skilled or very experienced. Who, I wonder, did she want to see at her school? Someone twenty-five with the appearance of the characters in K.E. Brock in “Punch”, with a character like the hero of the novels of Ian Haye, who just did not make it to the national team in cricket and hockey; second from end in math? A deeply religious man – the son of a village priest – inclined, rather, to a sports career; a man who loves little boys with pure, fiery love, who will one day marry a woman like her and open his own school, conduct business there according to her instructions, taking children who do not meet her strict criteria? Perhaps she dreamed about it.She did not find it in me, and her eternal disappointment was as bitter as when she first experienced it.
But, apparently, the only ones who instantly realized that I was a lousy teacher were only the shrewd Mrs. Vanomray and my fellow travelers from Euston, since the school year began with the usual unhurried order. There was no hint of Mr. Grenfell’s liveliness in Mr. Wanomray. He pulled, improvised something, and several days passed until I discovered that in fact the responsibility for the class lay on my shoulders.In the meantime, this happy time lasted, I sat in the staff room and worked on a book engraving for Olivia. I also wrote a few pages of the novel, which I recently started. I only remember that it was called “The Temple under the Palm” and it told about a student who inherited an estate from which nothing remained, except for the classic eighteenth century garden pavilion, where he made himself a dwelling and, I think, was engaged in black magic …
Throughout his life, every night his father told me that he dreamed that he was a first grader again in Sherborne.For several years I was haunted by a dream, as if I were again in Mr. Vanomrigh’s establishment. Neither I felt pure, fiery love for little boys, nor they for me. “Responsibility for class” is an imprecise expression. It would be better to say “thrown to the mercy” or “turned out to be a target.” I had to introduce the older ones to history, the younger ones to Latin and Greek. The latter I kept strict, finding real pleasure in making their lessons as boring as the subject itself permitted (very easily); the elders arranged real bedlam in the classroom.I have never been able to completely pacify them. One of the biggest defeats I suffered was when, in a rage, I shouted at the chubby creature with a meaningless look: “Are you deaf?” – to which the whole class answered in unison: “Yes, sir, he is deaf.” And he really turned out to be deaf.
The best thing, I found, was to speak to myself without giving my students the opportunity to “participate in the lesson,” as they called it in the ritual jargon of the teachers. I remembered from my last grade history at Lansing and from several lectures at Oxford that suggested the right words.One morning, at the beginning of my teaching career, Mr. Wanomrae unexpectedly honored his lesson with his presence and sat at the far desk, listening to me talk about the financial difficulties of Charles I. I was very eloquent, arguing that the king must live within his means. , about the alienation of royal lands by Elizabeth and Jacob, dues, the depreciation of silver. Under Mr. Wanomray, the boys were unusually quiet. After the lesson, he invited me to his office and said: “Your lecture made a deep impression on me, deep. But, you know, this is all beyond their comprehension. And I also noticed that you constantly referred to Stafford. I’ve always called him Strafford. ”
I don’t dream of those humiliations anymore. Time has healed the wounds, even the one that left in my soul the ride on which one of my colleagues and I went on one terrible day. The groom from the paid stable brought the horses. I asked if I had ever ridden a horse before, and I confessed with deadly directness that I hadn’t done so since I was a little boy, when I was pony riding in Midsomer Norton.More worried about the horse (not about me), he insisted on tying me with the reins, and in such a shameful way the whole school saw me returning from football.
I never dreamed of winning popularity with boys. How far I was from this was obvious in those days when it was my turn to lead everyone who was not busy with school work. They went for a walk in pairs. On the hills, the formation crumbled until they were reassembled, but when we set off, there was usually a dispute over the right to go next to the column, pretending to be the eldest.”Can I go senior, sir?”, “I asked first, sir!”, “He was senior last week!”
Nobody asked me to be “senior”, and I walked alone in silence at the head of the hated little column.
On the other hand, in the staff room I was welcomed with joy. We were a strange company, like soldiers who lost a battle, rallying in the face of a common humiliating fate. One, I remember, studied singing in absentia and always made a terrible blow to the church choir.Another teacher, a stern Scotsman, a novice like myself but already with a lot of teaching experience, discouraged Mr. Vanomrhee by submitting a letter of resignation in the middle of the quarter while presenting a detailed list of the school’s shortcomings. “I don’t think our Welsh climate suited him,” Mr. Wanomray said to this.
Still, the atmosphere in the staff room was more cheerful than gloomy. We were greatly entertained by the scandal between the Scotsman and the director. We made lewd jokes about Mrs Vanomray.They walked not too respectfully at the expense of their Irish parents, for whose sake they were forced to dress in tuxedos. A few years later, a young friend of mine, Mr. John Bethgemen, in turn, got a job as a teacher in a private school. I visited him in a restaurant where he was pulling the strap and joked not too well: “You will still remember this time as the happiest time in your life,” but for me this time was not happy, only funny.
I longed for Olivia, wrote to her often, and was reprimanded more than once by Mr. Vanomrhee for lashing out at the post office without waiting to be sorted out.My impatience was rarely rewarded. Such was my fate, all my life to fall in love with people who did not attach any importance to correspondence.
Above, I called it “discreet”. Hamish and I were fond of the parody-lofty style when we wrote letters, traces of which I see in my diary, because I often repeated phrases from letters in it. In mid-March, for example, I wrote: “In the meadows there are many ridiculous little white creatures with legs, farmers call them” lambs “and keep their sheep for entertainment.”I wrote the same thing to Olivia, who reacted quickly like a lizard to any unnaturalness. “The lambs don’t surprise me,” she wrote. “In my opinion, this is a common thing.”
One day a leaving Scotsman invited us, his colleagues, to a farewell dinner at a large hotel in Lladudno. We chose the same wine that I last drank with Olivia at the Café Royal, and I became sad at the label – clo vougeot 1911 – imagining myself Comus  Bassington in Africa with his “crumpled program of the first performance at Straw Exchange Tietre.
Thus the weeks passed in deep self-pity.
At last the holidays came, and with some pennies in my pocket I set off on a long journey to Euston, leaving, without any harm to them, the boys whom I accompanied and whom I had to look after, and all the way I sat in blissful solitude in another the carriage.
I spent most of those Easter holidays with the Plunket Greens in London and on Lundy Island, where they rented an abandoned lighthouse, and with Hamish in Warwickshire.Olivia scolded me for wasting my time teaching at school instead of becoming an artist, but from our walks on the windy island and long conversations under the lamp in the living room – conversations that often dragged on literally until dawn – it was clear that my falling in love has lost its importance for her.
In London, my brother Alec told me that Charles Scott Moncrieff, the translator, needed a secretary. He was living in Pisa at the time. I didn’t know what secretarial duties I could have performed without knowing what languages Scott Moncrieff was translating from and not knowing how to type, but I made Alec strongly recommend me for this position.My mother thought that I would find myself in the dubious circle of expatriates, but I connected all my hopes with this plan.
The money paid to me soon ran out, and I found that, contrary to strong intentions and promises, I got into debt again, having the habit of telegraphing my Oxford wine merchant every now and then asking him to send another box of wine, which we drank at parties in a narrow circle in London studios …
Hamish and I lived alone in Warwickshire, with the whole house at our disposal while his mother was undergoing treatment in Harrogate.Every day he went to his printing house, and on long happy evenings we indulged in drunkenness.
Returning from the first vacation to Mr. Vanomrigh’s establishment was as bitter as it had been at Lansing. It seemed that there was nothing to hope that something unexpected would happen that could brighten up the hateful school life. But I was wrong in my dreary forebodings. An amazing person, ten years older than me, came to take the place of the irritated Scotsman as an assistant teacher – smart, cheerful and wearing army jargon in his speech.Later I gave some specific features of it to the hero of my first novel , Captain Grimes.
Grimes, now I can call him that, was a conscientious man and took school matters to heart; at dinner he addressed Mrs. Vanomrae in an affectionate, patronizing tone that frightened and disarmed her at the same time; after dinner we went with him to the village pub and pawned well. The rest of the habitu? S  pub spoke Welsh. We spent many evenings together.At first, he presented a kind of mystery to me. He not only received more than any of us, but also had some kind of personal fortune, and I was at a loss as to why he chose the link among us. But he was a simple man. It was soon revealed what his weakness (or strength) was. A week or two later, the school announced a full day off to celebrate Mr. Vanomrigh’s birthday. But not for junior teachers. Early in the morning, the whole school plunged into chaises and went to the slopes of Snowdon, where they arranged games and a grand picnic, after which all the trash was carefully removed.It was allowed to forget all conventions and rules, and everyone enjoyed freedom; boys and teachers chased each other, made dumps on the grass. Finally we returned at dusk, singing wearily. When it was all over and the boys had gone to bed, we gathered in the teacher’s room, complaining about what torment the last day had cost us. Grimes sat, not taking part in the general conversation, with a contented smile on the Etruscan funeral figure.
“I confess I had a great time,” he said, interrupting our grumbling.
We looked at him incredulously.
– Had a great time, Grimes? And what was so beautiful about you?
“Knox Junior,” he replied, beaming with an ingenuous smile. “I don’t like noisy games, so I took the younger Knox to the rocks. He took off his shoe and stocking, unbuttoned his fly, thrust his little leg into it and got the sweetest satisfaction.
An unforgettable confession, which, as I discovered when I met him a few years later, he completely forgot.And such episodes were not uncommon in his chosen career as a school teacher.
Shortly after the memorable picnic I received a letter from Alec informing me that they were expecting me in Pisa. I submitted my resignation letter to Mr. Wanomray, which he accepted without expressing the slightest regret.
“I never apply,” Grimes said. – Everything happens to me differently. To be honest, old man, it looks like the last quarter was the first one that I worked to the end, and before that I changed three schools.
June was hot. The mists covering the hills dissipated, revealing an extraordinarily beautiful landscape. We had at our disposal a deserted seashore, where we had to take our students to bathe in the morning, but in the evenings we could walk and swim alone. For several long sunny summer days, life seemed full of hope. This was followed by two severe blows.
I sent the first chapters of my novel, Temple Under the Palm, to Harold Acton, asking for his opinion and hoping to hear his praise.His answer was polite but cold. “Too English for my exotic taste,” he wrote. – Too many of him nodding over a glass of port. It is worth printing in a few elegant copies, ”he advised,“ for friends who love you as I do… ”The following was a list of my friends who had the least sophisticated taste of those who gathered at Hartford at a meager table and whom Harold always spoke of reservedly critical.
Then I did not dispute his opinion, I will not do it now.I just took a notebook with these chapters and sent them to the stove in the school boiler room.
Another thing finished me: a letter came from Alec in which he said that he had misunderstood Scott Moncrieff, who did not need and could not afford any secretary, all the more inept, like me. “The end of everything,” I wrote in my diary.
Personal site – new-films
The Lions Gate bridge on which the crash will occur in the film
A company of colleagues goes on a bus to rest.At the entrance to the bridge, Sam Lawton has a terrible vision: the bridge, on which their bus is about to enter, collapses. Many people die, including himself. Sam wakes up and starts to panic. He persuades his friends and several other “lucky ones” to leave the bridge. And just in time: as he had foreseen, the bridge collapses before their eyes and many people die.
After a while, the survivors begin to die one by one according to the Death schedule. Sam himself believes that all deaths are just coincidences, although William Bloodworth, as if watching the survivors, reports that death will not leave them alone – she needs to delete from life everyone who was on the list.After this conversation, Sam’s friend, Peter, decides that if you kill everyone on the list, you can save your life.
Characters Destination 5
Molly Harper is Sam’s ex-girlfriend. Molly is attractive and successful. She enjoys the attention of the guys (this can be seen at the beginning of the film, first Peter approached her, and then Isaac who said in case of anything he would support her). Molly is the very last on the list – eighth. In Sam’s vision, she does not die at all, but in life she died earlier than Sam – she was pulled out of the plane on which she flew with him to Paris and cut in half about the wing.Either she died by accident, or death prepared another trap for her. One way or another, we cannot understand whether this was intended, or a simple mistake. (Presumably Molly was included in the list after the attempt on her life of Peter)
Sam Lawton is the main character of the film, who has a vision of a disaster on the bridge where their tour bus stopped. Sam is about thirty years old, has a job and a girlfriend (ex), but he still loves. His life went on as usual, until the catastrophe on the bridge.Seventh on the list. In his vision, he must die from a sheet of metal that cut him in half, but in fact died in a plane crash on which he flew to Paris (Flight 180, first film).
Peter Friedkin is Sam’s colleague, Candice’s boyfriend. In a vision, he dies from being pierced through by pipes. First in the head, and then in the stomach – after that he falls and smears him on the pillar on which the bridge rests. But in reality, Sam kills him, stabs him with a skewer, due to the fact that Peter tried to kill Molly.He says that the next Molly, but Molly was generally the very last on the list and in theory she survived. After the death of his girlfriend Candice, Peter seems to have lost his mind, he begins to say that everyone will not be able to cheat death. Friends think that he has a breakdown due to the loss of a loved one, but this turns out to be not so. Peter thinks to be saved, you have to kill everyone; he wanted to kill one of the surviving passengers from the bus, but he lacks courage, although Sam did not tell him about his vision, much less about the sequence of deaths.He is surprised when Peter comes in and says he has to die next and names some of the sequences. There is an idea that the very image of Peter and his strange behavior makes one think that maybe he signed a contract with death as in one of the spin-off, which is a prequel to the series of novels Destination, where the main character, in order to regain her beauty, makes a contract with death. Sixth on the list.
Dennis Lapman is Sam’s boss (plant manager). Strict to work and to subordinates, he is about fifty years old.He is not at all interested in the fate of his subordinates, although he tries to seem like a “caring” boss. According to the plot of the film, he was married and his wife, it seems, died. In a vision, Sam dies from being spilled on hot asphalt. In reality, the wrench pierced his head. Fifth on the list.
Nathan Gregory is Sam’s best friend. He quickly climbed the career ladder. He runs the common workers in the factory. Some are not happy with this, and taking advantage of the fact that the guy is much younger than they are talking to him.Before the disaster, life seemed to be all right; From Nathan’s conversation with the worker, we learn that in four years he reached the managerial level, and some have been working here for fifteen years and must obey some young guy who has not yet learned life. Accidentally kills Roy – the most experienced worker in the factory, with whom he was at odds. Peter then concludes that Nathan “took the rest of Roy’s life”. In the vision, Sam dies from being caught by the cable holding the bridge, and Sam is chopped to pieces.In life, he dies from the fact that a wreck of an airplane from flight 180, on which Sam and Molly flew to Paris, falls on a bar. The very last one dies. Fourth on the list.
Olivia Castle is Sam’s friend and colleague. In a vision, Sam dies after losing her glasses and falling from a beam into the water, after which a car falls on her. In life, Olivia dies in the most terrible way. During the laser correction of vision, the temperature starts to rise on the wiring where the device is connected to, the temperature starts to rise and eventually the laser begins to burn out her eye, she was able to get out of the laser, but slipped on a button that broke away from the teddy bear that Olivia was holding in her hands for comfort, and fell out the window – on the car.Olivia’s eye rolls out onto the road and is pressed down by a passing car. Third on the list.
Isaac Palmer – male survivor of the bridge collapse. Isaac is a colleague of Sam and others, has little contact with colleagues, the chief even thought that he died on the bridge after they got out of there. A womanizer and a thief, Isaac is constantly called by a girl to whom he constantly promises something. Steals a ticket to a massage parlor from the locker of one of the victims of the tragedy on the bridge. After acupuncture, one is left in the soundproofed room.When a fire starts, falls from the couch face down and the needles go deep into it, causing bleeding. After that, Isaac barely crawls away from the puddle of alcohol, which ignites. Deciding that he was saved, Isaac exhales and at this moment a statuette of Buddha falls from the shelf on his head, which symbolizes the punishment for theft. Second on the list.
Candice Hooper – a gymnast meeting with Peter, in a vision of Sam she falls from the bridge onto the yacht’s mast below, which pierces her through.