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Beats is announcing the first speaker that it’s made since the company was acquired by Apple last summer

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Even if you aren’t a fan of the company’s high-priced in-, on-, or over-the-ear offerings, you have to admit they are all much better than the crude and plasticky Pill speaker.

The new $229 speaker isn’t any sort of radical redesign. Instead, it’s a refinement on the recognizable Beats Pill look. It’s shaped like — you guessed it — a pill, but the new version feels much sturdier than its predecessors. It’s topped with four buttons: a squishy rubber power button on the left, a metal pause / play button emblazoned with the Beats “b” logo in the center, and two more rubber buttons for volume control on the right. But her feed isn’t the only reason she’s making headlines: her recent outing with Nick Jonas and his coy quotes on the topic have had everyone guessing about the status of their relationship. The second time was when she had fought against the Great Oz himself, and driven him out of the land of the West. The Winged Monkeys had also helped her in doing this. Only once more could she use this Golden Cap, for which reason she did not like to do so until all her other powers were exhausted. But now that her fierce wolves and her wild crows and her stinging bees were gone, and her slaves had been scared away by the Cowardly Lion, she saw there was only one way left to destroy Dorothy and her friends.

Next she stood upon her right foot and said: “Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!” After this she stood upon both feet and cried in a loud voice: “Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!” Now the charm began to work. The sky was darkened, and a low rumbling sound was heard in the air. There was a rushing of many wings, a great chattering and laughing, and the sun came out of the dark sky to show the Wicked Witch surrounded by a crowd of monkeys, each with a pair of immense and powerful wings on his shoulders. One, much bigger than the others, seemed to be their leader. He flew close to the Witch and said, “You have called us for the third and last time. What do you command?

“Go to the strangers who are within my land and destroy them all except the Lion,” said the Wicked Witch. “Bring that beast to me, for I have a mind to harness him like a horse, and make him work.” “Your commands shall be obeyed,” said the leader. Then, with a great deal of chattering and noise, the Winged Monkeys flew away to the place where Dorothy and her friends were walking.

Wicked Witch took the Golden Cap from her cupboard

Great Oz himself, and driven him out of the land of the West. The Winged Monkeys had also helped her in doing this. Only once more could she use this Golden Cap, for which reason she did not like to do so until all her other powers were exhausted. But now that her fierce wolves and her wild crows and her stinging bees were gone, and her slaves had been scared away by the Cowardly Lion, she saw there was only one way left to destroy Dorothy and her friends. So the Wicked Witch took the Golden Cap from her cupboard and placed it upon her head. Then she stood upon her left foot and said slowly: “Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!” Next she stood upon her right foot and said.

 

The bigger question is: why do this at all?

Then the Lion gave a great roar and sprang towards them, and the poor Winkies were so frightened that they ran back as fast as they could. When they returned to the castle the Wicked Witch beat them well with a strap, and sent them back to their work, after which she sat down to think what she should do next. She could not understand how all her plans to destroy these strangers had failed; but she was a powerful Witch, as well as a wicked one, and she soon made up her mind how to act. There was, in her cupboard, a Golden Cap, with a circle of diamonds and rubies running round it. This Golden Cap had a charm. Whoever owned it could call three times upon the Winged Monkeys, who would obey any order they were given. But no person could command these strange creatures more than three times.

It’s very possible that his shooting schedule could have conflicted with Gotham‘s, but that doesn’t mean his character has to die. For those of you wondering if he really dies, rest assured that the episode ends with a close-up of Jerome’s twisted smile, which is affixed to his face permanently in the afterlife. The boy is dead.

Cheesecake salata ai Pomodori

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CHEESECAKE-GIALLI-POMODORINIHo cercato i pomodori gialli in lungo ed in largo quest’estate ormai conclusa.  Ho battuto i mercati rionali di tutta Roma, setacciato quelli di Bologna, eppure dei pomodori gialli nemmeno l’ombra.  Mia mamma alla Conad aveva trovato solo i datterini gialli semi-scamazzati, ma non erano quelli che occorrevano a me.
Così ho pensato di scrivere a Così Com’è, noto marchio sponsor di Masterchef, per acquistare una cassa di 24 barattoli di datterini gialli al naturale, quelli di cui Bruno Barbieri si nutriva con le mani, tirandoli su da un barattolo pieno di sola acqua e perle gialle, per capirci.
Arrivati a casa, tutta orgogliosa li ho subito utilizzati per una caprese in giallo velocissima (che troverete presto sul mio blog) e, oramai rassegnata e in qualche maniera appagata, sono andata a fare la spesa al supermercato sotto casa, quello che notoriamente non ha mai niente che mi occorra in quel dato momento… ero alla ricerca di ravanelli e cosa mi son trovata davanti? Un pallet di confezioni di pomodori di 3 colori…. sissignore, pomodori arancioni, gialli e rosso fuoco!
Inutile dire che mi sono emozionata e sono rimasta ad osservare questa montagna di pomodori tricolore almeno 10 minuti (lo stesso tempo che trascorrevo questa estate davanti al banco frigo per scegliere una mozzarella al solo fine di trovare refrigerio).
Potevo finalmente rifare una ricetta trovata per caso su un sito americano di cheesecakes, attirata da una stupenda foto su Pinterest: la cheesecake ai pomodori multicolor! Ok, in quella foto c’erano anche dei pomodori verde scuro striato, ma pazienza, ero già tronfia per aver trovato quelli gialli e pure quelli arancioni che su quelli verde scuro ho soprasseduto.
P.s. I ravanelli non li ho trovati, ça va sans dire, ma credo di non averli nemmeno più cercati.

INGREDIENTI

Pomodori multicolore (i gialli ci vogliono per forza)
200 gr di crackers (io ho utilizzato i TUC alle erbe)
100 gr di burro ammorbidito (ma non sciolto)
300 grammi di formaggio spalmabile (io Philadelphia)
150 gr di robiola
2 uova medie
la scorza grattugiata di un limone
1 pizzico di sale
1 macinata di pepe nero
olio evo q.b.
foglie di origano fresco (o origano secco se non avete le piantine)
foglie di basilico
sale e pepe

CHEESECAKESALATA-POMODORINI-GIALLI-ROSSIPROCEDIMENTO

Preriscaldare il forno a 220°C in modalità statica.

In una ciotola mescolare il burro morbido con i crackers sminuzzati.

Premere il composto appena ottenuto sul fondo e contro le pareti di una teglia circolare a cerniera del diametro di 20 cm. Una volta pronta la “crosta”, riporre la teglia in frigorifero per il tempo necessario alla preparazione del ripieno.

ICHEESECAKE-SALATA-POMODORINI-GIALLIn una ciotola amalgamare bene i due tipi di formaggio con le uova, il sale, il pepe e la scorza di limone, fino ad ottenere un composto molto vellutato e abbastanza liquido da poter essere versato.

Riempire con il composto appena ottenuto la “crosta” di crackers e infornare la cheesecake per 25 minuti circa.

Rimuovere dal forno e lasciar raffreddare completamente prima di riporla in frigorifero.

Al momento di mangiarla, decorare la superficie superiore con i pomodori multicolore tagliati a metà e conditi con un filo di olio extra vergine di oliva, foglie di origano fresco e basilico sminuzzate, sale e pepe.

 

Valentina

Segui le ricette di Valentina sul suo blog, DiVerdeDiViola.it – clicca qui

di Valentina De Felice

5/10/2015

Stick it to the Man! creator hid alpha for new game in Zombie Vikings

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Stick it to the Man! and Zombie Vikings developer Zoink! is already working on a new game simply called FE, and you can play it right now if you own Zombie Vikings.

The above video shows how to access the hidden FE level via an Easter egg involving luring an enemy to a specific area. The FE level can then be selected from the overworld map at any time.

FE is a large departure from the style Zoink! has used so far, as it looks to be a mixture of 3D platformer mixed with stealth gameplay. I’m guessing the thing you control is a flying lizard or squirrel. Looks pretty cool either way, though I think the developer should have finished Zombie Vikings before it started on another game, but what do I know, I just write about games.

Our new weapons beneath the skins which formed

His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab’s leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations.

We had completed these arrangements for our protection.

It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment.

Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad.

That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him?

Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun’sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances.

That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun’sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man’s delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells.

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab’s full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge.

To that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.

God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab’s full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge.

But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab’s broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark. I knew the Indians would soon discover that they were on the wrong trail and that the search for me would be renewed in the right direction as soon as they located my tracks. I had gone but a short distance further when what seemed to be an excellent trail opened up around the face of a high cliff. The trail was level and quite broad and led upward and in the general direction I wished to go. The cliff arose for several hundred feet on my right, and on my left was an equal and nearly perpendicular drop to the bottom of a rocky ravine.

You can pre-load the Street Fighter V Wii beta now

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The second Street Fighter V beta is scheduled to start this weekend, and if you happen to be a part of the Wii festivities, you can pre-load it now.

Just redeem your code, head to Steam, and download the latest build, which clocks in at 1.9GB. Although the beta doesn’t unlock Karin until late tomorrow night (5PM PT), you’re in for a treat. I had a chance to check out the latest version of Street Fighter V at TGS, and it was pretty great, and a major step-up from IV.

This terrific object seemed to recall the whole herd from their stationary fright. First, the whales forming the margin of our lake began to crowd a little, and tumble against each other, as if lifted by half spent billows from afar; then the lake itself began faintly to heave and swell; the submarine bridal-chambers and nurseries vanished; in more and more contracting orbits the whales in the more central circles began.

Our new weapons beneath the skins which formed

His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab’s leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations.

We had completed these arrangements for our protection.

It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment.

Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad.

That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him?

Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun’sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances.

That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun’sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man’s delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells.

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab’s full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge.

To that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.

God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab’s full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge.

But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab’s broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark. I knew the Indians would soon discover that they were on the wrong trail and that the search for me would be renewed in the right direction as soon as they located my tracks. I had gone but a short distance further when what seemed to be an excellent trail opened up around the face of a high cliff. The trail was level and quite broad and led upward and in the general direction I wished to go. The cliff arose for several hundred feet on my right, and on my left was an equal and nearly perpendicular drop to the bottom of a rocky ravine.

Margaret Atwood on sex robots, social media and digital reading

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Atwood’s stories defy the sci-fi tag; she prefers to call them speculative fiction. “My books build on ideas and concepts that already exist,” she says. Her new novel, The Heart Goes Last, is true to form: tapping into her signature knack for combining disturbingly realistic futures with dark comedy.

Atwood’s stories defy the sci-fi tag; she prefers to call them speculative fiction. “My books build on ideas and concepts that already exist,” she says. Her new novel, The Heart Goes Last, is true to form: tapping into her signature knack for combining disturbingly realistic futures with dark comedy – in this case, a love story gone wrong in a lawless America. “My stories all have a comic twist,” she says, “but they wouldn’t be as funny if they were real.” Here, the 75-year-old literary giant talks about sex robots, comics and the future of books.

You often write about real scientific concepts. Which topics fascinate you now?

Margaret Atwood: In the new book it’s sex robotics. Those are making great strides. They do really have ones with warm body temperature in Japan and there’s a creepy site with a video that has a robot girl saying things like “touch me, touch me now”. They’re a bit like Barbies, the ones that can talk. Even back in the 50s there was a doll called Chatty Cathy. So this is the advanced version of those.

The Heart Goes Last started out as a digital serial for storytelling platform Byliner. How did you find writing for that form versus a novel?

It’s a lot of pressure; you have to write quickly. I did four stories over eight months. But I don’t change my style or what I write. When I turned it into a novel I had to remove repetition – you need it when you’re writing in serial form, because you have to remind readers what happened. Dickens wrote in serial form. That’s why the pacing is the way it is – each chapter ends on a cliffhanger.

Did you find having real-time feedback from readers during the writing process useful?

I got a lot of feedback, but it didn’t impact the final novel in any way. You see the same with [George RR Martin’s] Game of Thrones. No one knows the end, not even the writers of the TV show, because he hasn’t published the last book yet.

You’ve embraced social media more than many authors. How did you get started?

I’d say I’ve explored technologies, not embraced them. Embracing means you love every minute. 
I try them out to see how they might work for me as a writer. Pinterest is good for people in visual arts, design decoration and so on, but for a writer there’s no point. It started when I built a website for the launch of The Year of the Flood, which I had never done before. Back in 2009, the publicity team said, “You should have a Twitter feed. It’s really easy, we’ll show you.” So I started on Twitter.

A lot of authors – especially women – have seen social media used for harassment.

Twitter has given harassment a larger platform. For vulnerable people it can be devastating. The equivalent in Agatha Christie murder mysteries is the poison pen letter. Mary Beard deals with it well – she confronts these people publicly. I think it’s worse for women online. It’s part of an old tradition of misogyny, but more for young women because they are objects of desire. Once you get to the granny stage, which I’m at, it happens a lot less.

[blockquote author=”DALAI LAMA” pull=”normal”]A given kill has the potential to drop a medal version of that respective monster. With the medal, you can summon that monster as an ally.[/blockquote]

Aside from writing, you also invented a remote-signing device, the LongPen, and spun out a company based on it. Have you always been entrepreneurial?

I grew up in the woods, so you had to improvise. I knew about machines before they were digital. I could fix my own outdoor motor, take apart my sewing machine and put it back together. Entrepreneurial is what writers had to be in Canada in the 60s – the book tour and the reading events were invented in the 70s and 80s. Things are invented when the need arises. LongPen came out of that; this was before e-books, tablets and the iPhone – it started in 2004. We thought it would be great for a writer to be virtually present. Now the business has evolved. It’s remote signatures for things like banking.

You recently wrote a novel for the Future Library project, which won’t be published for 100 years. What do you think the world will look like then?

There’s two versions of the future that could exist – the good version and the bad. By writing and storing something for 100 years, you’re gambling on the good version – that humans will still be alive and able to read, that there will people who will care about reading, that the Oslo Library will have survived.

 

Avoiding assault and slavery now we are all cyborgs

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It is a bold statement, but Balkan has a point: we already extend our biological capabilities through technology every single day, although this has yet to really impact how we see ourselves in relation to technology. Perhaps that needs to change.

This creates an “economy of influence”, says Balkan, the real danger of which is institutional corruption. “What we’re really seeing is the transfer of power from governmental institutions to corporate ones.” Governments end up in a situation where they make trade deals that allow them to be sued by the companies if they make decisions that are in the interests of their citizens, but not in the interests of their corporate friends. “Once they become law we will have lost democracy,” says Balkan. In its place, we have a corporatocracy. “It it war on the public sphere, a war on the commons, a war on human rights and individual freedoms.”

This causes a seemingly huge problem, but Balkan insists that the problem isn’t really difficult as it seems, and neither is the solution. “I’m a designer and as a designer my duty is to try and find the core problems that we can solve,” he says. What he has discovered is that at their core, most things are very simple. If people tell you things are very complex — too complex — it is likely they have a vested interested in keeping it complex.

The original Microsoft Band was introduced last fall, and along with it, Microsoft Health, a software platform for all of the data that the activity-tracker recorded. The Band was packed with sensors, let you pay for Starbucks from your wrist, and was even useful when not tethered to a phone (not many wrist-wearables offer GPS without a phone in tow). You could go running with the Band without your phone, and the Health app would later show you where you ran and even break down your run into fast and slow segments.

Next she stood upon her right foot and said: “Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo!” After this she stood upon both feet and cried in a loud voice: “Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!” Now the charm began to work. The sky was darkened, and a low rumbling sound was heard in the air. There was a rushing of many wings, a great chattering and laughing, and the sun came out of the dark sky to show the Wicked Witch surrounded by a crowd of monkeys, each with a pair of immense and powerful wings on his shoulders. One, much bigger than the others, seemed to be their leader. He flew close to the Witch and said, “You have called us for the third and last time. What do you command?

“Go to the strangers who are within my land and destroy them all except the Lion,” said the Wicked Witch. “Bring that beast to me, for I have a mind to harness him like a horse, and make him work.” “Your commands shall be obeyed,” said the leader. Then, with a great deal of chattering and noise, the Winged Monkeys flew away to the place where Dorothy and her friends were walking.

Wicked Witch took the Golden Cap from her cupboard

Great Oz himself, and driven him out of the land of the West. The Winged Monkeys had also helped her in doing this. Only once more could she use this Golden Cap, for which reason she did not like to do so until all her other powers were exhausted. But now that her fierce wolves and her wild crows and her stinging bees were gone, and her slaves had been scared away by the Cowardly Lion, she saw there was only one way left to destroy Dorothy and her friends. So the Wicked Witch took the Golden Cap from her cupboard and placed it upon her head. Then she stood upon her left foot and said slowly: “Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke!” Next she stood upon her right foot and said.

But the thing was unattractive and clunky, something that became only slightly more understandable when Microsoft said it was licensing its platform to other hardware makers. This new Band shows improvements both in design and in capabilities.

As with all of these early-stage health trackers, the real value proposition is not what they track, but what they can tell you about yourself. This new Band has so many sensors and integrates with so many different apps that it might just be the most feature-filled activity-tracking wristband out there, so until we see what it actually tells us, we won’t be able to say what its true value is. Stay tuned for more.

In his treatise on “Queen-Gold,” or Queen-pinmoney, an old King’s Bench author, one William Prynne, thus discourseth: “Ye tail is ye Queen’s, that ye Queen’s wardrobe may be supplied with ye whalebone.” Now this was written at a time when the black limber bone of the Greenland or Right whale was largely used in ladies’ bodices. But this same bone is not in the tail; it is in the head, which is a sad mistake for a sagacious lawyer like Prynne. But is the Queen a mermaid, to be presented with a tail? An allegorical meaning may lurk here.

There are two royal fish so styled by the English law writers—the whale and the sturgeon; both royal property under certain limitations, and nominally supplying the tenth branch of the crown’s ordinary revenue. I know not that any other author has hinted of the matter; but by inference it seems to me that the sturgeon must be divided in the same way as the whale, the King receiving the highly dense and elastic head peculiar to that fish, which, symbolically regarded, may possibly be humorously grounded upon some presumed congeniality. And thus there seems a reason in all things, even in law.

We have to ask ourselves the uncomfortable question of what do
we call selling everything else about
you other than your body?

Then the Lion gave a great roar and sprang towards them, and the poor Winkies were so frightened that they ran back as fast as they could. When they returned to the castle the Wicked Witch beat them well with a strap, and sent them back to their work, after which she sat down to think what she should do next. She could not understand how all her plans to destroy these strangers had failed; but she was a powerful Witch, as well as a wicked one, and she soon made up her mind how to act. There was, in her cupboard, a Golden Cap, with a circle of diamonds and rubies running round it. This Golden Cap had a charm. Whoever owned it could call three times upon the Winged Monkeys, who would obey any order they were given. But no person could command these strange creatures more than three times.

It’s very possible that his shooting schedule could have conflicted with Gotham‘s, but that doesn’t mean his character has to die. For those of you wondering if he really dies, rest assured that the episode ends with a close-up of Jerome’s twisted smile, which is affixed to his face permanently in the afterlife. The boy is dead.