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Napoleon | Napoleon

kelly-tweeddale's picture
Jan.07.2011
Today, a tweet went scrolling past my computer screen announcing that it was exactly 100 days until the 115th Boston Marathon.  Not too long after, I found myself watching today’s TED video with Neil Parischa, founder of the 1000 Awesome things blog and author of the bestselling book of the same...
andrew-q-lam's picture
Sep.30.2010
There's a moment from many years ago that remains indelible on my mind. I don’t remember much on our way there to Waterloo, except that the countryside was streaked and blurred, light green over darker green, all under a persistent gray sky.   Father drove. My older sister sat next to him and...
rosy-cole's picture
Aug.23.2010
                        The Methodist Church was now a distinct entity with a second or third generation of itinerant ministers and a scattering of clergy drawn from the Anglican fold. Whether rightly or wrongly, John Wesley had committed...
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Jun.18.2010
                        One hundred and ninety-five years ago today, Britain narrowly escaped absorption into the French Empire in a decisive engagement which put an end to the career of a General whose activities had convulsed Europe...
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Jun.03.2010
                The Allies enter Paris, July 1815   It was just before four, as a new day and a new era dawned,  that Leo awoke. In the feeble candlelight, the unfamiliar room slowly impinged upon him. Incomprehension was displaced by a hazy...
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Dec.04.2009
                A twitch upon the ancestral web...sensations of déjà-vu...nostalgia for times and places outside her own experience...these piloted Roisin towards her destiny and vanquished the doomed spirits of the air...   Christmas approached. The...
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Dec.01.2009
                A twitch upon the ancestral web...sensations of déjà-vu...nostalgia for times and places outside her own experience...these piloted Roisin towards her destiny and vanquished the doomed spirits of the air...   It was a dreary November day...
bob-mustin's picture
Nov.05.2009
At the outset in this Part, Hugo demonstrates his understanding of the French society he’s haunted to yet another degree, that of the political ramifications of social unrest in the early nineteenth century. He begins with a sharply focused discourse on the July 1830 revolt. Here, the monarchy is...
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Oct.30.2009
                ‘There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’     Fiona stuffed her tongue between her teeth, her freshly sharpened quill travelling over the virgin pages of a new exercise book she had pledged to...
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Oct.22.2009
                The Honourable Leo Quinn settled back against the shabby upholstery of the hackney cab and made a vain bid to suppress a yawn. Stuffing, he noticed, was bursting from a gash in the leather. Propriety obliged him to make use of such anonymous...