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Montreal Park
by David Nunnerley
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Montreal Park, as we know it today, is a development of 224 pleasant detached residences occupying 63 acres of land. All but four of these houses were built by Salway Hill Estates, a construction company owned and run by one William Fasey of Woodford, Essex. And 70 years ago this year he made his first sale on No 4 Lyndhurst Drive, which was soon followed up by the erection of a further eleven houses before the War brought an inevitable halt to the development. The Army requisitioned Montreal Park as a training camp and did not move out until 11 years later. This combined with post-War austerity and an acute shortage of essential building materials meant that construction
MONTREAL HOUSE
(Engraving by JP Neale, 1819)
could not resume until 1952. By this time the building work bore little resemblance to the Development Plan that had been approved and started upon fifteen years earlier. This had provided for the construction of in excess of 500 dwellings occupying 160 acres of land that was known as Montreal Park. How different the development would have been in both scale and character had the War not intervened. Instead in four phases between 1952 and 1963 Fasey constructed a housing estate much as we know it today.
Montreal Park itself is of course much older than the estate. Indeed it celebrates its 250th Anniversary in just six years time. For it was back in 1764 that Sir Jeffery Amherst, Commander-in-Chief British Forces, returned home triumphant from the North American Campaign against the French usually referred to as the Seven Years War. A native of Riverhead, Amherst quickly set about acquiring for himself a country Estate befitting a
View from main road in 1920s
national hero with influence - if not wealth - at Court. He did not have to look far given that the parkland north of the pleasant town of Sevenoaks and the adjoining woodland and pasture south and south-west of Riverhead was common land. He proceeded to 'Enclose' approximately 200 acres seemingly unconcerned that this involved diversion and even closure of existing paths and highways. New boundaries of Brittains, Dibden, Back Lane and the village of Riverhead itself were made readily identifiable by the erection of a great perimeter wall built of Kentish ragstone, remnants of which survive to this day. History remembers better General Wolff and his capture of Quebec but it was Jeffery Amherst who was to receive the ultimate surrender of the French at Montreal in 1760. Little surprise that Amherst called his new estate Montreal Park after his greatest triumph. Read more about Sir Jeffery Amherst.
MONTREAL CARRIAGEWAY
Forerunner to Lyndhurst Drive
Pictured in 1910
Amherst had a large house built in the Palladian style using the natural contours of the land to better the already commanding views of the surrounding countryside. The King and Queen stayed in 1778, by which time Montreal had been enhanced with the construction of a naturally sweeping elegant driveway, the forerunner of Lyndhurst Drive today. Subsequently, the house evolved into a complex of buildings that served the needs of a working country estate. A total of five generations of Amhersts resided at Montreal Park and presided over first the expansion and then the contraction of the Montreal Estate which at its height grew to just under 4000 acres. Inevitably the prosperity of the village of Riverhead became inextricably linked with the changing fortunes of the Amhersts. Literally an army of agricultural labourers, foresters, gardeners and game keepers came to be employed by the Amhersts alongside a not inconsiderable domestic household. But Montreal Park could not escape the pain caused by tumbling land prices towards the end of the 19th Century and continued weaknesses in the years either side of the Great War. The revenues from rents, timber, quarrying royalties and even game shoots was insufficient to keep the Amhersts at Montreal.
Postcard from the 1920s
HOUSEHOLD STAFF
All of the staff at Montreal House, circa 1900
MONTREAL STEAM LOGGING TRACTOR
Photograph taken in the 1920s.
The cottage in the background is where the bus
stop opposite the fire station is now
RIVERHEAD SQUARE
Montreal Wall on left - circa 1910s
Piecemeal sales of outlying parcels of the Montreal Estate only deferred the inevitable Amherst demise until 1926 when the bulk of the Estate including the Park was sold to one Julius Runge, a wealthy City Businessman who resided at Kippington Court. Long before the encompassment of what we now call Green Belt, Runge was a passionate advocate of the preservation of the rural landscape. He never wanted to live at Montreal House which was allowed to fall into disrepair. He yearned that the beauty of the parkland be protected and in fact brought about covenants that sought to make any development within Montreal Park that much more difficult. His premature death in 1936 meant that Runge's crusade lasted a mere ten years as not inconsiderable death duties compelled his heirs to put Montreal up for sale.
Montreal Park was the jewel in the crown of the Estate. Its 194 Acres coupled with a further 23 acres that was Brittains Farm sold as a single lot in Auction in 1936 for the grand sum of £39250! The buyer, one Captain Bernard Thorpe of Millbank, was what today we would call a property developer rather than a builder. Instead he quickly set about demolishing Montreal House (which seemingly provoked neither public comment nor lament) and just as quickly produced a development plan that provided for 650 houses. Its ingenuity lay in its ability to combine both high and low density housing that overall did not run foul of the restrictive Covenants that Runge had established. Within 4 weeks of a Deed of Variation of the Covenant being granted in October 1936, Thorpe's Plan (formally I.D.O. No. 29) received Sevenoaks Council approval on the stipulation that 'no expense be borne by the Council'. (Some things never change!)
MONTREAL PARK in the 1930s
Thorpe did not have to wait long to find a builder interested in making the Development Plan a reality and in August 1937 agreed with Fasey a staggered sale for a total of 160 acres of Montreal Park in four roughly equal tranches over a four year period up to 1941. Aware of growing opposition to high density housing, Fasey submitted an amended Development Plan No. 2 of 1938 which provided for fewer houses (513) which gained approval from both Thorpe and the Council. In later years, and partly due to the unforeseen circumstances of war, the staged conveyancing became the source of a protracted legal dispute between the two men that eventually had to go to the High Court. Also bearing down on them was the sea-change in post-War planning and the desire to preserve open countryside (or Green Belt) as espoused in the Abercrombie Report. As early as 1946, Sevenoaks Council served notice that it intended to seek to revoke the Montreal Plan of 1938. Significantly, the Council did give approval for a development of approximately 60 acres which would permit 190 to 200 houses to be built. In essence this was what Fasey was to make a reality.
AERIAL VIEW OF MONTREAL AND RIVERHEAD
The site of the old house and the carriageway are visible
Fasey had a preference for low density house construction. Already in his projects north of the Thames, he had targeted what he perceived to be the upper end of the housing market, namely detached dwellings. He wanted his houses to appear varied in style and (for their day) prestigious in appearance. They were to sit on roads the names of which were chosen as nice sounding or with pretensions of affluence. This did not stop him flirting with the idea of some chalet bungalows for Montreal, an idea that was shelved mostly because of the intense hostility of prospective buyers!
Of the original six designs for his detached dwellings, three were subsequently abandoned (not one house on Montreal was built to the design of Types A, C or D). A further three designs were put forward, only two of which were chosen by purchasers. Type F was by far and away the most popular design chosen until later in the development a larger version of Type G (GII or G Amended) was offered with the addition of an extra reception room on the ground floor.
Type F House
Type GII House
With extra room at the rear
The decade of development can be broadly broken down into four construction phases. To even get started on Phase One Fasey had to raise funds by selling two plots of land in 1952 (No 2 Lyndhurst Drive & No 2 Marlborough Crescent which were thereby constructed by other builders!) Between 1952 and 1956 Fasey concentrated on 'Old' Marlborough Crescent, all of the houses on which sold for between £4000 and £4500. In those days, a detached garage cost £165 which was £15 more expensive than its attached counter-part and central heating was only installed for an extra consideration. It became standard by the end of the 1950s. The kidney-shaped nature of the Estate with Marlborough circumferential and Lyndhurst diametrical allowed for a cul-de-sac development of just under 20 houses. Thus The Close was Phase Two with all the houses built in 1957 and all selling within a few pounds of £4500. 1958 and 1959 was devoted to Lyndhurst Drive and then 'New' Marlborough completed the development with the last houses in Phase Four conveyed in 1963. The most expensive price paid on the Estate was £8450 and that included the then luxury of an attached double garage!
MONTREAL ROAD
Tarmac for cul-de-sac being laid in 1931.
Both Amherst and Montreal Cottages survive to this day
LYNDHURST DRIVE
The road gets laid in 1938.
Notice the gatehouse and the complete cedar tree in the background
AERIAL VIEW OF MARLBOROUGH CRESCENT
Photograph of construction
taken in 1956
Fasey never lived to see the completion of the development of Montreal Park though he did reserve for his successors including son Tony the right to receive two guineas or an otherwise appropriate sum in return for granting agreement to home alterations or extensions. Such entitlement continues to be enshrined in our deeds even to this day. One wonders how often this is invoked or even acknowledged given the huge amount of extension work that has taken place in recent years.
The work on the grass verges and open spaces was undertaken by a local firm called Bartholomew Brothers with a remit to incorporate various blossom producing trees including flowering cherry, plum, crab apple and almond, some
BRITTAINS LANE BLOCKED
in September 1953
of which survive to this day. Of originally three Cedar Trees that were part of the old Estate only the one at the entrance or the junction with Brittains Lane survives and that has suffered its fair share of problems over the years. The distinctive small front curtillage walls that are such a feature of Montreal Park were a convenient solution to the problem of what to do with the ragstone rubble left abandoned after the demolition of the old House. There are two surviving monuments to the Amherst legacy. One is a dilapidated Summerhouse which can only be seen atop land over Montreal Park Farm on the road to Ide Hill. The other of more historical importance is an Obelisk erected to commemorate the safe return of Sir Jeffery and his two brothers from the conflict in North America. This
THE MONTREAL SUMMERHOUSE opposite Salter's Heath Farm
stands on its own piece of land within the garden of No. 81 Marlborough Crescent and is soon to benefit from a much needed restoration project. Read more about the obelisk and Sir Jeffery Amherst.
The most frequent question I get asked concerns how prices have moved during the last 50 years. A local Estate Agent recalls hosting a party in 1968 when the first house on Montreal Park achieved £12000. £35000 was what was being commanded by 1975. By the late 1980s, £300,000 was achieved although the housing recession of the early 1990s saw this figure slump by nearly 50%! £400,000 seems to have been the going rate at the turn of the millennium and as at the time of concluding this short history today's prices are getting close to double that figure. The story of Montreal Park, which was chronicled in a book by David Nunnerley: 'A History of Montreal Park, Sevenoaks', is how well it reconciles the conflicting pressures between the need for residential development and the equally passionate desire to preserve our rural heritage. This is not an uncommon dilemma. Ultimately only we the community, only we the residents of Montreal Park, can judge how successfully the development harmonises with its unique environment.
David Nunnerley
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2018 Interview: Best Symposium Award
Monday, 29 October 2018 00:51	Last Updated on Friday, 09 November 2018 20:34	Written by Georg Reischauer
Interview with Tina Dacin (Queen's University) and Tammar Zilber (Hebrew University of Jerusalem), winners of the 2018 Best Symposium Award
Interviewed by Georg Reischauer (WU Vienna).
The Best Symposium Award recognizes symposia that stimulate, integrate, or extend discussions about organization and management theory. The 2018 winning symposium, "Situated Institutions: The Role of Place, Space and Embeddedness in Institutional Dynamics," was organized Tina Dacin (Queen's University), Tammar Zilber (Hebrew University of Jerusalem) and Michael Lounsbury (University of Alberta).
Congratulations for being awarded the Best Symposium Award! Can you briefly elaborate on your symposium?
Our symposium focused on the role of place/space in institutional dynamics. It included talks by Sunasir Dutta & Michael Park, Brett Crawford & Tina Dacin, Tammar Zilber, April Wright, Alan Meyer & Trish Reay, and Mike Lounsbury as a discussant.
How did you come up with the idea for the symposium?
In recent years, we've see an expansion in the modalities institutional scholars study, going beyond written and oral texts to include the visual, material, emotional and more. In that context, there is some very interesting recent work that attests to the importance of place and space. We both have work in progress that relates to institutions and place, and we would discuss our interests whenever we met in conferences and workshops. Tina is focused on custodianship of communities and place and Tammar is interested in connecting place and institutions. And then we thought – why not expand the conversation and arrange a symposium, so we can hear how others are approaching the issue, collecting spatial-related data and conceptualizing space and place.
What promises and future avenues do you see for institutional studies that draw upon the concept of place?
We believe the study of space and of place as an institution can help us strike a more nuanced and sophisticated balance between universal laws and their local manifestations.
What empirical settings do you consider as highly promising for institutional studies of place?
In effect, any setting will be relevant, as all institutional dynamics – like all human existence more generally – unfold within specific spaces and places, and further construct and reconstruct these spaces and places. Still, the studies presented in the symposium relate to some "mundane" places like Israeli hi-tech (Zilber), traditional places of shoemaking in the US (Dutta et al.) and hospital emergency rooms (Wright et al.), as well more exotic ones, like hubs of fly fishing (Crawford et al.).
Again, congratulations for winning the Best Symposium Award! Is there any advice on the symposium and its development that you would like to share?
AOM and OMT give us a great platform to further develop the theoretical and methodological conversation we want to be part of. A good symposium always starts from the genuine interest of organizers and participants to engage with each other and the issues at hand. And, it is always good to start organizing really early to better the likelihood that the people you want to include will be available. Thanks to all the presenters in our symposium, the audience that joined us, and to OMT for the generous recognition!

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The City of Magic - Chapter 19
Domenic MarbaniangJanuary 27, 2018Book, City of Magic, Novel No comments
way with him, away with him!" the crowd cried.
"What mockery! Shall we not even have a trial?" Sin cried.
"Away with the enemy, away with him! This is our verdict!" the crowd cried.
Sin signaled and a loud cymbal clanged. The crowd paused.
"The verdict shall follow the trial!" she declared. "Our Archenemy shall be rightly denounced, and the judgment sealed by our seven governesses. It's our turn now, and of the power of darkness. May Shadows prevail and may Magic and Sorcery obscure Reality; may the minds of men fail, and may Feelings and Fantasy enhance sweet Vanity! Let's hurry on while the mouse is hooked to the trap! Let darkness prevail forever!"
The crowd chanted: "Hail Skotos! Hail Hamartia!"
A dark eagle flew and perched on a pole overlooking the stage.
The cymbal clanged again and a voice cried out, "The Court of Her Highness Hamartia summons before the jury the first witness, the Lady Luxuria, for hearing!"
"Our Sweet Governess Luxuria!" a number of people cried out and sighed. A few young men fainted down as Luxuria stepped forward and the lights spot lit on her.
"You can now testify!" said Hamartia.
Luxuria smiled, bowed, and began:
"By the power of Your Highness, your servant rules over the hearts of the young and old. My scepter prevails over their secret places, and nothing is left untouched, nothing unturned. By me are men made fearless to work or to war. By me is their innermost being kindled to worship and adore. My charm of Sensuality is the antidote to Suffering. I could exterminate Suffering forever; except it were for this Stranger. For, he called himself by the name of Light and roved our streets attempting to stir up insurrection against me and my Council. He called upon my people to shun me and spurn my scepter. He called me a deceiver and called on my people watch against me and to turn to his narrow way. Of course, he hasn't prevailed; for, the people, most of them, could see the emptiness of his appeals. And those of them that went after him for a while soon gave up and returned back to me. Yet, he doesn't give up his denunciation of me and my rulership. And by doing that he has spurned your authority, Your Highness, and so deserves extermination forever. For why should one who stands opposed to our Kingdom be allowed to go on in his opposition when we have the opportunity to stop him?"
"Do you have anything to say, Stranger?" Sin mockingly asked.
Stranger remained silent.
"Governess Luxuria finds nothing in Stranger that promises hope of subjection. He is a total opposite. Next!"
The cymbal clanged and the voice cried out, "The Court of Her Highness Hamartia summons before the jury the second witness, the Lady Ira, for hearing!"
The crowd sat was silent. Doubtlessly, there was much fear of the fury of this Governess. Ira stepped forward as the spotlight shifted to her.
"You may testify now!" Hamartia said.
Ira looked at the blazing sky with her fiery eyes, then turned to Stranger and cried making wide gestures: "May the flames of Inferno burn with hotter infuriation! May fiery hail descend with utmost indignation! Let every fire that could ever be kindled bundle in now to make the sharpest flame to tear down his body and wipe out his name!" She paused and panted. "Why should I even accuse Stranger? Is he worthy of an accusation? Is he any threat to me? Yet for the sake of this trial, that our Majesty's will might be accomplished, I testify against him! Why doesn't someone give him a mask too? We know his other names very well. Hasn't he masqueraded through our territory calling himself Meek and Gentle? But, I say he is Weak and Brittle. See how despicable he looks with his head sunk on his chest. He is the same one. He is our Archenemy, He is Stranger!"
"Yes he is, yes he is!" the crowd began to shout. Ira smiled and returned to her seat.
"Next!" Sin called.
The cymbal clanged and the voice cried out, "The Court of Her Highness Hamartia summons before the jury the third witness, the Lady Avaritia, for hearing!"
Lady Avaritia stepped forward in her golden apparel. She looked despisingly at Stranger and commenced at Hamartia's behest,
"He came to my district in the garb of a merchant, a businessman. He said he was searching for the Pearl of Great Price." She laughed. "He said he was willing to pay anything for it. Well, of course, this raised a big concern in our markets and the demand curve did suffer as merchants shifted to treasure hunting. Mad they all became. It could have drowned us all if I hadn't intercepted and aroused our citizens to focus on things of immediate interest, on things that can be touched and transformed into gold and silver now. Because even if there was something called the Pearl of Great Price, it certainly wasn't worth selling all one's possession and buying it in. For, that would jam the wheels of our economy and bring the market to a standstill. And, then what would one do with such Pearl? Trade it for anything else? What else could one trade it for? The very idea of such a thing is a threat. Hadn't we commissioned Robbery and Inflation to arrest him? But, he somehow disappeared into nowhere – into now here [She smirked]. It's wonderful to watch him in chains. Citizens of Avaritia, look now at the misery of this merchant who came to our Province calling himself Generous! What does he have that he could even claim to buy anything of us? We find nothing of any value in him. Generous, won't you like to strike a bargain and save yourself? See, he cannot bargain for his own face, how could he have deceived you about the Pearl of Great Price! Away with him!"
"Away with him! Away with him!" cried the crowd.
"Okay, next!" roared Hamartia.
The cymbal clanged and the voice cried out, "The Court of Her Highness Hamartia summons before the jury the fourth witness, the Lady Gula, for hearing!"
A large and stout lady stepped forward. It seemed that the spotlight was too insufficient for her.
"What do you have to say against this man?" Hamartia asked.
"Not very much," she replied. "I only wish this trial will soon be over; for we have a real good banquet after this." Her lips seemed to almost drip with saliva. "This fellow here looks quite tasteless and a worm in the fantasies of daintiness. It is better we soon finish off with him and return to the delicacies of our new Black Berry Beer and Chilled Chilly Cheer. Okay, as for this man here; he had almost disrupted one of our banquets; for he stood in the Square and began calling to people saying, "Ho, come to me you who are hungry and thirsty and I will give you the Bread of Life and the Water of Life so that you will never hunger or thirst anymore!" Many of them went to him; and when they asked him where the Bread of Life and the Water of Life was, he said, "I am the Bread of Life and my Blood is drink indeed!" [She laughed]. So, they all turned away from him. But he still called saying, "Do not labor for Gula's table! Turn away from her!" So, our officers ran after him. But, he disappeared. I don't think he is good for anything. Is he even a strong enemy? Let him starve!" She turned away and returned.
"Next!" Hamartia called.
The cymbal clanged and the voice cried out, "The Court of Her Highness Hamartia summons before the jury the fifth witness, the Lady Invidia, for hearing!"
Invidia stepped forward and began immediately, "Your Highness, Stranger might not be strong, but he is dangerous. Every option against your sovereignty is a danger – not to you, Your Majesty, but to the people of this City. He presents an alternative and calls it the only true one. He calls himself the Way, the Truth, and the Life and promises that he'll deliver people from the power of this City of Magic and take them all to his illusory city. Our people aren't gullible; and he isn't convincing enough with his talks; but, he is persistent and resistant. He says that the realities of this City of Magic are no match to the realities of his own city. He even tried to demonstrate it by making a fig tree wither by just saying a word; and some people joined the rebellion and are spreading the persuasion that his talks cannot be empty because his words have power that Magic can't prevent…"
"This is enough!" Sarx roared "Let's invoke Thanatos and see if his powers can really cross the one who surrounds this City and is heir to all that is!"
"Our Prince shall be invoked" interrupted Hamartia, "but not before we've heard from everyone. You can continue on, Invidia!"
"Our forces were after some intruders whom we caught and imprisoned. But, when they went to get them for the trial; behold, it was Stranger. We weren't sure what had happened; but, we are very much sure that the enemy had walked himself into the hole; and, we must strike the iron while it is hot."
"What has happened to the others is a matter of secondary concern; perhaps, he got himself in when he got them out. Whatever, Magic has given him into our hands and the destiny of the others will be sealed with him." Sin looked straight at me now and it felt as if her eyes burnt into my soul. She continued as if singing to a sarcastic tune, "Magic has drawn one in, Magic has drawn in another; both had to perish one way or the other." She turned her eyes at Stranger and then called, "Next!"
Invidia receded. The cymbal clanged and the voice cried out, "The Court of Her Highness Hamartia summons before the jury the sixth witness, the Lady Acedia, for hearing!"
Lady Acedia walked clumsily forward and stared irritatedly at Stranger. "Not very much that I would like to say here: words are precious, so I'll keep them few. I'm not sure how great a threat he is; because, the rumors have only been that he is quite nonsensical and absurd in his statements. It is said that he calls out to people promising them rest, and then says that they should be yoked together with him and plough the field. That makes no sense either to me or to my people. I suggest that he's crazy and that we just banish him away…. But, in case, he might return again with more thorny absurdities; it would be even better to just blot him out!"
She was quick to retreat. Sin smiled. "Next!" she called.
The cymbal clanged and the voice cried out, "The Court of Her Highness Hamartia summons before the jury the final witness, the Lady Superbia, for hearing!"
The crowd cheered with a heavy applause that lingered on for quite a while. Superbia stepped forward. Some people in the crowd began to grow hysterical. Some women and men fainted. The cymbal clanged again, and then there was pin drop silence. Superbia spoke,
"We want our citizens to be pillars and building blocks of this City. They can only be that when they know who they are and are confident about themselves. My throne lies in this Central Province and I protect the heart of this City. Our Province has been appointed to host the Royal Palace of Queen Hamartia and King Sarx. [There was a hoot of applause from the crowd.] Those who rise against our City are rightly punished here and thrown into the Dungeon of Sarx or transported to the Land of Thanatos. We know of the great revolt that Religare once initiated. Now, he and his friends are in chains to serve as we desire. There are a few more loitering somewhere around; all of whom continue to derive strength and vision from some mysterious influence that Stranger wields over their hearts. This has been proven by a number of investigations that our scholars have made. Some of the rebels have awaken and returned; now totally astonished that they were at all taken by the deception of what he calls the Way. He teaches that the Wheat must fall to the ground before it can be fruitful and calls the people to follow the Path of Sacrifice, another of his names. Some of our people asked "What about Superbia?" He said "Deny her or she'll destroy you!" [She put her hand on the hilt of her sword] May Your Majesty only give me permission and I'll prove whether denial and destruction don't go together."
At the moment, Sarx and Sin and all the officials stood up. The eyes of Sin blazed with fire. "We've heard it all!" she cried. "Yes, we've heard it, we've heard it!" the crowd resonated. Sin motioned and the great bronze bell clanged. The crowd shushed. "What shall we do to Stranger?" Sin roared. "Away with him, away with him," the crowd shouted, "Tie him to the pole, bring him down!" they all clamored. I shuddered. The great bronze bell clanged again effecting an immediate silence. "Listen to our verdict then," she said, "Stranger, you have been weighed and measured in the Balances of Sarx and the counts of our Governesses are heavier against you. We pronounce you guilty of violating the Rules of this City, guilty of conspiracy against this City, and guilty of instigating a rebellion against the Principalities. You have declared war against the state and justly deserve punishment. I, Hamartia, the Empress of the Seven Provinces, will now by myself deliver you into the hands of Thanatos." So saying, she moved forward and extended her hands. A bow and arrow were brought and Sarx placed them in Hamartia's hands. A bowl was brought before her. "That's the Venom of Thanatos!" someone muttered. Sin dipped the tip of the arrow in it, fit the arrow in her bow, and lifted it up. The seven governesses stood on either side of Sin, four on the right side, and three on the left, beside Sarx. The guards tied Stranger to a pole and quickly abandoned. A great part of the crowd seated behind him evacuated their seats. The crowd stood up. "What's happening?" Inno asked as we stood up too. "Close your eyes, Inno!" Sophia said almost choking. My heart thumped faster and I felt the tears begin to fog my sight. The crowd waited with baited breath. Stranger looked straight into Hamartia's eyes. A tall dark shadow appeared on the left side of Stranger. The crowd whispered, "Thanatos!" and shushed each other.
Just then a lightning figure erupted at the right hand of Stranger. It was equally as tall as Thanatos. "Do you really want to do this?" the voice questioned Hamartia, "Will Sin strike Love? Aren't he and I one?" I recognized the voice. It was the voice of Law. I also noticed that he held a book. It was the red book that he had given me, which I had lost. My heart pounded faster. "What's happening? Who's this?" the crowd cried out. Law exploded like a cracker and then dissolved into the body of Stranger. "The Code of the Universe!" Sophia exclaimed. I saw astonishment in her eyes. I turned at the Court. There was hatred in the eyes of Sin. She pulled the string. "Into your hands, Thanatos," she exclaimed and let go off the arrow. I cried, "No!" and jumped out running towards the center. But, I knew it would be too late. The flying arrow struck Stranger in his heart. The world halted, and then there was a quake. Then there was a bright light that exploded from the body of Stranger. And, as his body began to rip apart, beginning from there I saw that the Court began to fall apart into several pieces. The City of Magic began to tear away like an old, withering, scenery poster crumbling down all over giving way to the light that oozed out from the Stranger's body. The light shot to tremendous brilliance and then struck my body like the softest lance piercing through me in an out. This takes time to write but all this happened within a wink of the eye. In an instant I sensed all my garments ripped apart as the bright light enveloped me all over; the rags vanished like fuming powder beaten into thin air. The light was so strong that I couldn't even see myself anymore. Then there was a light boom (such as the one that occurs without any sound) and I covered my eyes.
"It is finished!" a voice thundered all over the place.
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Superbia
e reached Superbia. The streets were flooded with people wearing masks of different forms. Yet, the masks on the faces of the people were usually not very dissimilar, and it seemed as if we were bumping into the same person again and again. It was not possible to recognize the true person behind the mask, at all, and we marveled that we knew no one. We were all here nobodies to each other, and the only reality, at hand, were the masks; the only relations, self-interest.
It appeared that there were two orders of patrollers here. One wore a dark purplish uniform and had the symbol of skull and bones embroidered on their arms. Underneath the skull was the word "Fear". The other wore a light purplish uniform and had the symbol of figs and needles embroidered on their arms. Underneath the figs and needles was the word "Shame". All of them wore masks.
A siren howled and the crowd began moving in the direction of the Center. The darkness seemed to get thicker as we drew closer towards the place. But, there were stronger lights, increasingly in number, that attempted to cast light despite being mockingly blocked by a strange perpetual fog, which I heard some people calling Vanity here. We reached the Center, entered the Court, and groped through to find an empty seat. A clownish mask on my right stared as if incredulously at my face. His look made me feel guilty of not wearing the mask. I drew the hood over my head. But, Sophia was unperplexed; so was Inno.
The Court was an open stadium lit by scores of strong flood lights. The huge space in the center looked like a place for various events including sports of different kinds. On the view opposite us was an elevated section, obviously reserved for the dignitaries. The place was filled with shouts, whistles, and chattering noises. Just then a loud trumpet call sounded and the stadium dropped to silence. An officer announced the arrival of the Queen, the King, and the Lady Superbia and commanded the crowd to rise. Hamartia entered hand in hand with Sarx. They were followed by Superbia and her entourage. As they took their seats, a trumpet sounded an arpeggio and the officer signaled the crowd to be seated. He then annunciated with a loud voice: "Your Excellency, the Queen, and Your Highness, the King, under the auspices of our Lady Superbia, we present before you the First Marvel: the Incredible Logician!"
A man with flowing white hair appeared in the center of the ground. The crowd was filled with applause. He bowed to the dignitaries and waved his hand at the crowed. The crowd cheered even crazily. He then pulled a wand out of nowhere and waved it in a L shape once; suddenly there was a burst of sparks and the whole stadium turned dark with only a soft spotlight drawing our eyes centerstage to where Logician was.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "It has been erstwhile believed that we are all very different from each other and that there is something that is even wholly other than each of us here. Let me demonstrate to you that this is false, and that the reality is that we are one with each other, one with this City, and one with the King and the Queen; and that there is nothing else apart from the oneness that we are."
The crowd cheered again. Logician then stuck his wand back into his holster and raised both of his arms, with palms turned outwards, as if to stop something approaching him from both sides. Suddenly, two huge blocks of cuboid boulders appeared on each side and began pressing at him. The crowd watched with bated breath. A few cried, "He's going to be crushed! Oh no!" Then, a wonder occurred. As the boulders began smashing him in, Logician began to shrink between them. In a flip of moments the boulders smashed into each other with a loud thud and Logician disappeared. "Where's he gone?" someone cried. "He's obliterated!" someone else whispered with pain in his voice. Suddenly, the boulders shook, and then steadily moved away from each other as a tiny figure of Logician grew between then and resumed to its original shame. The stadium was filled with applause and shouts of joy.
Logician dropped his hands and the boulders disappeared. He then pulled out his wand again and summoned the fastest runner in the stadium. A tall youth ran towards him. A thin runners' track was lit on the ground. Logician waved his wand and a tortoise appeared on the track, which immediately started to move forward. The youth laughed at it. A man sitting below laughed, "So, a race with a tortoise; he should have beckoned me!" Logician now motioned the youth to run; but, the youth derisively just walked. Then, a wonder occurred. Every time the youth reached to a point which the tortoise had reached earlier, he discovered that the tortoise had inevitably already left that point before he reached it and had moved forward; in that way the tortoise was always at an advantage of a place ahead of the youth. Now, the youth began to feel frustrated at this and began to run; but no matter how hard he tried, every time he reached a point that the tortoise had crossed, the tortoise was always ahead of him. The youth lost the race. The crowd was spellbound. Logician announced: "Ladies and gentlemen, this looks incredible to you, but this is what reality is all about. All divisions, additions, subtractions, and multiplications will disappear the moment we realize that they are only superficial. Fundamentally, everything is one." Saying that he bowed, and the crowd went crazy with applause.
The stadium then darkened and lit up again. Logician was now gone. The officer then announced again: "Your Excellency, the Queen, and Your Highness, the King, under the auspices of our Lady Superbia, we present before you the Second Marvel: Drunken Master!"
At that moment there was an inundation of the sounds of drums and percussions, timbrels, and the sounds of anklets on dancing feet. Then, there was a burst like a deep thunder coupled with a crashing electric bolt and it was, suddenly, all still. A tall youth, with a flowing black beard and a loose robe with sleeves falling all over stood at the center. He had a turban on his head and wore gold and diamonds on his neck and wrists. There was a deep drunkenness in his eyes and he stood rather unsteadily. In his drunken stupor, he cried: "Nonsense Logician! Away with your nonsense! I'll show you a better way to be one. Just efface your consciousness with the ebriety of the deep and then watch the world fall to your feet!"
Suddenly, horsemen appeared with drawn swords and spears in hand. They rushed towards Drunken Master. As the first rider darted towards him, the Master swayed like a piece of falling garment; then, revamped, dexterously slipped his hands around the wrists of the rider and pulled him off the horse. He then swirled around and jumped behind another rider and took command of the horse. Spears were hurled and were deftly caught in his hands and flung back sending the riders back to their stables. Then, an amazing thing occurred. Drunken Master stood upon the horse as it galloped in the heat of its pace. He remained motionless and poised as the horse sniffed, snorted, and swallowed the wind. Then, he spread his arms and the horse came to a halt. He alighted and stepped to the center. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "I have demonstrated before you a very simple principle: Reel to keep your heel!" He then went forward, bowed to the dignitaries, and left the stadium. The crowd cheered uncontrollably.
Presently, a dark figure appeared beside Hamartia. It was fully masked with pitch darkness hidden under the black hood drawn over its head. "Look into the scroll," whispered Sophia. I took it out and unrolled it. There were only three words carved with a death-like form: "Mystery of Iniquity". Then the words faded like falling leaves and these words emerged: "To put an end to Sin!"
The officer announced again: "Your Excellency, the Queen, and Your Highness, the King, under the auspices of our Lady Superbia, we present before you the Third and the Final Marvel: Stranger!"
The sky growled, flashing red tributaries; it seemed as if its eyes were all fire. There was a stir among the crowd, but they all calmed as they saw Superbia moving towards the podium. She elegantly ascended and authoritatively waved her hand; the crowd slumped on their chairs and there was pin drop silence.
"Let the sky spit fire and brimstone; let its volcanoes grind, ignite, and turn to ashes; Sin shall reign though the heavens roll away, and we'll invade the stormy sky!" So saying she clenched her fist against the sky and the crowd rose up in applause, shrieking "Hail Hamartia! Hail Sarx! Hail Superbia! You have power over the sky and the land!" Superbia waved her hand again and the crowed fell to silence. Then she made a signal and the drums beat heavily as the lights began to move towards a rostrum in front of the stage. They halted on a man who wore a bloodstained purple coat on his body. He seemed to have been badly beaten as there were bruises on his face and blood stains on his shirt. He stood with his head bowed. Inno closed her eyes and hid her face in Sophia's bosom. It wasn't easy to congeal tears. I turned aside and found a mask on an empty seat. I grabbed it and put it on my face; then sobbed. At that moment the cheers increased; so, I looked and saw that the other six Governesses of the City had also now arrived and were seated on their seats on the stage.
An announcer announced "Behold the Man!" to which the crowd cried, "Stranger, Stranger!"
"Citizens, listen!" Superbia began, "Our vigilance has finally overcome the enemy and taken him by surprise. We now have our Archenemy, Stranger in our hands. You all now stand both witness and jury to this trial. The Queen herself shall preside over this judgment, in the presence of all the Governesses; the verdict of the people shall be final. May we rise in honor of Her Highness, the Queen Hamartia!"
The crowd rose cheeringly and clapped their hands in mad applause for so long that our ears rang. Then, Hamartia, seated on her seat, raised her finger and the crowd dropped to silence. "Let the trial begin!" she ordered.
alk!" she commanded, "and never look back!"
I thought this was crazy. But, I followed.
"Hey you, where are you running away?" the drunken voice continued to call.
"Faster, faster!" Sophia called.
The dust from the ground swirled up and filled the air as we paced on. We coughed as we walked. The drunken man had begun singing:
"Why do you run beating dust in the air?
Why do you hurry as if the world needs your care?
Hey, the world's on its own, buddy;
You ain't gonna make it any inch better!
Come, enjoy some rum, be a good bum;
Let's gulp some spirit and get into the gutter!"
We had already moved around the corner as his voice began to die away, and were moving ever quickly on. This street looked even more disordered with dusty cloths, paper, and dead leaves strewn everywhere. The dust in the air was congesting my nose as I sneezed. "Stop a little!" I implored Sophia as I halted behind. She walked a few steps ahead; then, whirled back and coming up to me took Inno from me saying, "Give her to me! We can't afford to stop here. This is the doorway of Death!"
"Do we need to be moving so fast?" I argued. "Where are we going anyway?"
"Don't ask questions, now! Just follow!" was the only explanation she gave; then, she turned and began walking away again.
"Won't a slower pace get us out the same?" I cried as I sneezed and coughed. She had already disappeared far ahead. "Haven't you learnt that the slow and steady win the race?" I shouted.
"Yes, it does if there are unsteady hares in the race; at the moment, the quick and steady win the race!"
A strong hot gale now drew in from somewhere spinning whirls of dust in the dim street and blurring sight altogether. A gust of dust filled my nostrils and I sneezed profusely. I saw a door and pounded on it hard. The door instantly unlocked and I jumped in locking it behind. For a moment I stood there all silent with my eyes closed and my lungs trying to clear up and inhale some dustless air.
"Come over here!" someone called and I opened my eyes. The room was some kind of a messed up, murky pub; and, it smelt of strong liquor. Drunks were strewn here and there all over the place, some lying on benches, some lying on the floor. "What kind do you want?" I heard the voice again and turned to a man behind a desk. He seemed to be the bartender.
"Oh nothing, I'm sorry, I'm leaving," I replied. He looked curious. A strong hand pushed me from behind towards the desk. A hand yanked off the purse that Piety had given me and handed it over to the bartender. He grinned. I felt powerless. The bartender drew a bottle of liquor and poured it into a glass placed before me. "Drink," he said, "and forget your malady!" I rose up to leave.
"Give me back my money!" I demanded.
"Your money?" he asked sarcastically. Then he slapped the purse on the desk and looking threateningly in my eyes grunted, "Go away!"
I grabbed the purse and got up. At that moment, the heavy and tall man pushed me down. I got up again, but he pushed me back down. "Well done, Torpor!" the bartender cried, "Let's see how he can get away!" I rose up again and was felled. I now felt listless and haziness settled on my eyelids. Yet, I knew that I must get out of here. "This is the doorway of Death!" I remembered Sophia had said. "Where were they now?" I thought to myself. I tried to rise again and saw the heavy hand descend. At that instant, my hands gripped the pendant and pierced his hands. He shrunk back with a cry of pain. I jumped up and darted out of the room with such a loud cry that would have rocked their stupors down.
Outside, the dusty winds were more severe, but I didn't linger. I rushed. I ran. I slipped at one place; but, I flung myself up and ran. To my astonishment and horror, Sophia and Inno had disappeared. I cried out in desperation and searched like a mad man. But, I found them nowhere. I began to sweat profusely, and then I realized that the rags inside bit my flesh hard. I decided to run faster and so ran deriding the wind and despising the pain. I coughed and sneezed but I ran. Finally, I reached an intersection. On the other side was the Market. I crossed over and entered in. I sat on a bench, put my head in my hands, and wept bitterly. Then, I remembered the scroll, and instantly pulled it out. "To Superbia" were the only words written on it. At that moment, a bus pulled by. "To Superbia, To Superbia!" a man announced. I got into it.
A seat on the front was empty, so I went and sat on it. My eyes were red with tears. I deeply regretted my foolish whimsical action that had led me to this state of desperation. A grizzly old man came and sat by my side.
"Coming from Acedia?" he inquired.
"Yes, the dust is great there," I mused.
"Yes, it is," he nodded.
I turned away and looked out of the window. The bustling Market showed no signs of being unusual or abnormal. Everything seemed to be in place.
"Can't understand how these trouble-makers get in," the grizzly man continued, "but, it's interesting to know that the Chief of them has been caught and will be executed soon. Are you also going to the Amphitheatre to see the trial?"
"What trial are you talking about?"
"Come on, you can't be ignoramus! Don't you know that the most wanted Stranger has been captured and, following the trial, will be handed over to Thanatos? He was actually captured in Invidia."
I was shocked. "When did that happen? How was he captured?" I asked.
"They had been hunting for him for very long now. Invidia captured him when he seemed to have ventured into her Square. A little bash-thrash in her dungeon and the Arch-Enemy was unmasked, humiliated, and uncovered."
I became speechless and a dark gloom settled on my face. He looked at me and laughed. "You really can make a face," he said, "You won't need a mask at Superbia, I guess." He laughed again. I didn't understand what he meant. The bus stopped at the beginning of an intersection. The man stood up. "I must get down here to finish some work," he explained, "Guess we'll meet at the theatre; but, I don't think we'll recognize each other (he chuckled); my mask is the best camouflage in the City ever." He briskly got away.
I sat there stunned and confused. As passengers were getting into the bus, I put my face in my hands and wished that the world just blacked out. Someone came and sat on the seat beside. I didn't care to look—now, I could bear company no more; but, I had no place to escape and be alone. Then, I felt a little hand on my shoulder. I turned to look and saw that it was Inno. She was smiling at me from the lap of Sophia. Tears filled my eyes.
ophia had managed to rip off a sewer lid and pulled us into it. It all happened in the twinkling of an eye, and the barred lid was closed. We were curved now in a 4 feet deep gutter that had, by now, a foot of rain water gushing through. I held Inno in my lap so that she could sit straight and we kept our heads close to the lid. The light from the headlights grew near and then disappeared completely, leaving a fading trail of humdrum from the vehicles that eventually stopped. It was all dark again. I wondered that my life had all been underground. If hiding was all reality; then, the world did look like a cursed reality now. How long, I asked. What wretchedness, I thought. The sky still flashed and gurgled, spitting rain on the ground: it did look like spit on our faces looking up the barred lid above.
Sophia softly pushed the lid up and made sure that it was all fine. Then, she climbed up and pulled us back onto the road. I marveled at her agility, but was not afraid to follow her lead – she acted even before I could summon ideas for doing some proper thinking. Her action nailed me into submission; for they always seemed to be well calculated.
We moved swiftly and found an intersection. The trucks had come from the right. I looked towards the left. "Not that way," said Sophia, "We'll go the way that they've cleared." We moved on. We slipped into a dark street, walked through few turns of various streets and found ourselves in a market place. The weather had become dry here and the heavens above were as dark as nothingness. The walk we were on opened onto a square where there were a number of people. The number of people did gradually rise through each street that drew close to the shopping area. Intriguingly, I noticed that the lamps here had a certain green shade. It also seemed that the people here were a bit obsessed with snakes; for these creatures, in their numerous varieties, served as the ground pattern for all commodities here: shoes, suits, and snacks alike.
Sophia slowed her pace, and I followed suit. From the distance, I could now notice that a number of policemen were stationed at the square. Two of them were approaching from in front of us. They wore dark green uniforms and had serpent badges on. "This is Invidia, the territory of Envy," Sophia whispered. The two policemen were discussing something that seemed to be too important to them; they just passed by us without even throwing a glance. I felt relief.
We reached the square where a statue of the Lady Invidia stood. She was seated on a coiled green viper. A plank on the serpent had these words carved:
Venom of the Earth
Four lampposts stood on the four corners of the square, each bearing a serpent's head with green light blazing from its eyes. The first was called Self-seeking; the second, Blindness; the third, Hatred; and the fourth, Rottenness. I had a severe desire to just get away from this appalling and disgustful sight. At that very moment, it seemed like the scene in front of me was torn apart like a canvas of painting, and a fiery dragon pierced through and leapt onto the middle of the square out of nowhere. Seated on it was Invidia. Her dazzling eyes spotted us and within moments we fell on the ground bound with strong twigs. I looked at Inno and saw that she was bound as well. Immediately, officers surrounded us and sprayed a green gas on our eyes. Then, everything was pitch darkness and I fell unconscious.
I thought it was rain, and then I realized that it was water being thrown on my face, and was puzzled that I hadn't yet awakened from this dream, as it seemed. I looked up and saw that I was in some kind of a stony dungeon; some officers stood there smiling at me sarcastically. One of them looked at me with utter disgust. I looked and saw that Sophia and Inno were still tied; they were unconscious.
The disgustful looking officer pricked a baton under my cheek and asked, "Who else are with you?"
I answered nothing. My mind reeled with the nauseating stench around. The officer was disgusted. "Get that thing out!" he shouted. "Spit it out or you'll be impaled on a pole with your friends before all eyes!" another one cried. They looked extremely violent and vulgar.
"Please leave me alone for some time," I cried out loud. Inno and Sophia awoke with a startle. They officers looked stunned. "Let me deliberate a little; then, I'll tell you what I wish to say."
They looked at each other and nodded. "Think, then," the officer said, "before your brains are spilled out!" He then moved out and the others followed suit one by one. I lowered my head in an utter sense of desperation.
"Don't fret!" Sophia said, "It's impossible for darkness to overcome light!"
"But, where light finds no way to enter, there darkness reigns. That is the kingdom of darkness!"
"If it were all dark, then why would I have a ray of hope?"
I found no answer. I felt just confused. I could think of no way out. For the first time I felt that evil had triumphed over man through the venomous sting of envy. At that instant, the only dim lights that lit our dungeon sizzled off and died, and it was all pitch dark. Inno cried with fear. "Don't be afraid!" Sophia tried to strengthen her. I moved in every way possible to break off the strands; but they held me tight. I struggled and I felt Sophia struggling too. Suddenly, it seemed that somebody stood close to me.
"Who is it?" I cried.
There was pin drop silence. I could hear the panting of Sophia and the cries of Inno.
"Tell me, again, who is it?" I cried out.
There was again a deep silence. Then, something touched my strands and they broke off loose. The next instant, I sensed Sophia and Inno stand on their feet too.
"Run away!" a voice calmly said, "I've come to take your place."
"Who is it?" I asked groping around with my hands.
"Get away from here and do not worry about my name; for, in a little while you shall see me again!"
"No, tell me your name?"
"They call me Stranger here. That's all you need to know for the moment. Now, run!"
"I have no home here."
"Ask the ground beneath your feet what it does,
Ask the firmament above your head what it does,
Ask the daystar that fills the world with energy what it does,
(Now hidden from your view; yet, not annulled)
Ask the heart that beats within your breast what it does,
Ask the cold rain pouring from the fiery sky what it does;
Who has appointed it? What office does it hold?
Is it paid from the treasures of Hamartia?
Or does Sarx marshal it like he does the forces of wild Desire?
Then you shall know that my office is not from below;
Neither am I esteemed by this estranged world of woes.
Sin finds nothing in me, nothing worthwhile but profuse enmity!
Do not ask any further; for this is not the time to ask and answer;
Run! Run away from here! Stop not to look back,
Turn neither to the left nor to the right! Just run, run away from here!"
"Just run away! Away now!" he cried and his voice struck us like an electricity; in an instant we were jolted out of the dungeon and landed on a street.
The street was very dimly lit and littered with all kinds of refuse. There was a far heavier stench here than ever that we had to cover our olfactory senses. The houses were all dilapidated and on the verge of crumbling. People walked clumsily on the road; most just sat idle on the ground. A giant tower loomed at a little distance and upon it were inscribed the words,
Easy Come Easy Go
We three stood there marveling with our mouths parted wide. The walls of this part of the City, including the tower, were made of stones and resembled the back of a tortoise shell.
"This is Acedia, the province of Sloth," muttered Sophia.
"What did Stranger mean when he said that he had come to take our place?" I asked.
"I don't know. But, one thing I know: he had come to save us."
"I hope Stranger is safe," Inno spoke with a deep pity in her voice. I took her in my arms.
"Yes, he'll be safe dear," I said, "If he knew how to get in, he sure knows how to get out as well."
But, who was this Stranger after all, I wondered to myself. Deep inside I had an assurance. Providence had not failed us one more time.
"If you promise to share with me some, I'll show you the best liquor shop just a little away," someone suggested from behind. I was about to turn back, but Sophia gripped my hand.
found myself in a wet, dark, chill, lonely street. The clouds above growled in anger dropping cold perspiration down on us.
"That was a narrow one, isn't it?" a heard a familiar voice. I turned around and saw the little murmuring man that I had seen earlier. He now had a pleasant face and his hair was groomed well backwards.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"My name is Seer," he replied. "They also call me Prophet. I've stayed behind to only let you know that it will not be long any hence. Your liberation draws closer. I've only come to prepare the way. When the One is come, then you shall see the light."
"What shall I do now?" I asked.
"Keep walking. Keep moving until the coming of the One and the Great Battle of the Day!" he said.
"How long… how long shall I have to wait?" I asked, but at that moment he zoomed out of sight like a TV tube switching off, without waiting to hear, leaving behind a deep and hollow darkness.
I looked right and saw a dim light at a distance. I began walking in its direction. Now, as I walked I felt that I was being followed by someone behind. So, I turned back, but I found no one. So, I strolled on. But, the sense of being followed grew greater; so, I stopped again and turned behind staring into the dark, hoping to catch some form. But, I found none.
"What's wrong?" Inno gently asked.
"Nothing," I replied.
"Then why do you stop?"
"I thought there might be something behind us."
"I can hear some sound… tap.. tap."
"Yes, let's go," I replied and walked hurriedly towards the dim light ahead. But, the faster I moved, the faster did the sounds of the tapping and the footsteps increase from behind. We reached the end of the alley, crossed the road and stood there waiting for the next.
A decent looking man wearing dark glasses emerged out of the darkness. He looked harmless, yet aggressive at the same time. He walked with a lifted head, his chest thrust forward, and held a walking stick in his hand, which I surmised to be the source of the tapping sound. He walked groping for the ground; by which I discerned that he must be blind. He held an umbrella open in his other hand, which did slow his motion.
He crossed the road and came to where we were.
"Who is he?" Inno asked.
"Oh, so there's really someone there?" he remarked. "A sweet little one, I presume. And who is your friend there?"
"I'm her uncle, Sir… just two of us here. It does seem to be a rather very lonely road," I answered.
"Yes, it is. All the citizens were summoned to the Gula's Banquet, you know. She has arranged a magnificent treat for her subjects; so, they have all herded to stomach as much as they can… By the way, if you haven't got an umbrella, please do come under mine."
"Thanks," I replied as we slipped under it, "Are you on way to there?"
"Yes. I just stayed back because I didn't want anybody to feel I was dependent. Once I knew they were all gone, I started on."
"Do you think you'd find the way?"
"No problem. My brother, Sensus will soon be here to pick me in his car. We have a program there together anyway." He smiled. Then, turning half-way towards me, he continued, "I haven't introduced myself. My name is Imagination or Imagino in short, and I'm a magician by profession here. The people of this district are horribly given to surfeiting; so, I recently came up with a magical invention that would cure their surfeiting by means of magical surfing. A pouch of this powder added to any dainty brings all the power of it to sublime effect; for, what kind of experience is there more magical than that of devouring, for certainly in it is the entirety of experience realized.... Ah! A man would give up any pleasure for the pleasure of the perfect bite...., the smell of sourness that makes your tongue run its water down; the sight of the hot sweet that makes you forgetful of all promises ever; the touch of delicacy with the finger, the lips, the tongue; the insatiable taste of every serve; the sound of the gulp, bite, and the crunch… Truly, eating makes the perfect man! " I wondered that a blind man could speak like that. But, then I remembered that in the world where I had come there were some blind men who had been the best poets indeed.
As he was speaking, a car arrived and the driver, whom I instantly could recognize as his brother, called out with a large brimming smile, "Bellies for berries and berries for bellies, Imagino… Is there anything else worthwhile?"
"Chilies for cherries and cherries for chilies, Sensus… That will make it quite worthwhile," Imagino shouted back and they laughed together. Then, Imagino turned to me, "My brother Sensus prepares a special drink which he calls Black Berry Beer. When I add my magical powder called Chilled Chilly Cheer to it, it suddenly bursts into colors, which though I can't see, I quite visibly know, for my vision has greater power than those who aren't blind. You should see it when it happens. Drink that and the rest is ecstasy."
"What kind of ecstasy? Do you know that?"
"Well," Sensus interrupted, "It helps one see things with closed eyes, you know."
"You mean just like in a dream?" I asked.
"What is that?" Sensus asked back, a bit puzzled.
"I mean they can see, eat, drink and enjoy things that aren't really out there," I mumbled.
"Well, how do you know they aren't really out there when you really enjoy them," Imagino countered.
"And, how do you know what you're enjoying now is more real than what you enjoy then," Sensus asked.
"You spend money for what you eat now; but, you perhaps don't for the other," I answered.
"That's it! That's it!" Sensus burst into laughter, growing red and pointing his finger at me. Then, he chuckled and added, "So, that's what you call a dream, ha! But, well you do have to spend you know, for they get to eat all those things in their "dream" because they pay us for having it earlier, you see," he raised his brow in a you-see-how-intelligent-I-am way, "It's like pay before you eat; and we profit thereby!" He laughed again. He certainly seemed to have a remarkable sense of fun. I wondered what it meant to have a dream within a dream. So, they sell dreams, I thought.
"Are you coming with us?" Sensus asked.
"Yes, aren't you coming with us?" Imagino joined in.
"No," I replied, "We are in a hurry to meet someone." I certainly wished to stay away from any more dreamy entanglements.
"Oh, you shouldn't miss our first shot…" Imagino sighed; then, handing over the umbrella into my hands, he said, "Okay, keep this one. You'll need this. May be, I'll get it back from you later on…" he said, "if we meet!" He got into the car and they grunted off leaving a smoky trail behind.
The heavens above roared and burned aflame. I had forgotten that I once knew the starry sky. This City had none. There was a sparkling train of flashing lightning and a loud peal of crackling thunder. Inno clutched me hard, as I pinned myself against the wall. A blue-white spark of fire fell right in front of us, but was absorbed immediately by the lamp pole nearby. The lamp burst and fell to the ground. A dim light flickered from a cleaving between the stones in the lower side of the wall. I bent down and touched the part and was amazed to find that the whole block of stones felt as if it could be moved. I tapped the place with the umbrella and heard a hollow resound. I put Inno down and tried to remove the block. It shook a bit and then was off. A dim light lit the room inside. It seemed that this was a room without a door, walled over, with only the camouflage of a stone tiled plank as the way in and out.
Suddenly, from the other side of the road I heard the sound of someone running. There were some men shouting aloud, "That way! That way!" and I heard hasty footsteps rushing towards us. It suddenly hit me that I was probably spotted by them. Quickly, I placed Inno in and entered the room; then, turning over, I drew the tile and shut it hard. I didn't want the light inside to spill of the gaps gathering suspicion in the dark; so, I turned off the lamp. Just then, in a thud, the tile pulled out and something crawled in pulling the tile on again in the swiftest agility. Hurried steps followed and stood out. "She was just here!" one man shouted. "Disappeared in the dark!" another cried. "Divide the search!" one called. They divided and we heard the footsteps fade away.
"Stay where you are and move not an inch!" the voice of a lady commanded us. I held Inno tightly. An orange rod glowed slowly in her hands softly lighting the room. "Don't move," she repeated as she crossed over and switched on the light. The room had one chair, one table, and one bed. The lady we had just now encountered looked young and strong. Her face bore the marks of intense thoughtfulness. She removed her coat and , as she hung it on the back of the chair, I noticed that she wore a blue checkered shirt and a pair of navy blue trousers. She gave a quick glance at us, then sat on the chair. The room evidently belonged to her.
"What are you both doing here?" she asked, with an air of indifference.
"We got caught in the rain and, seeing the tile pull off and the light burn, we crept in to save our heads."
"I see," she noted. There was disbelief and apathy in her tone. "That was quick," she said, "and, you already even seemed to have found some friends here. Isn't friendliness quite incredible when showed by the blind?"
I was shocked. How did she know that I had met Imagino? Did she also know anything more? She seemed to have noticed my consternation and answered it, "The umbrella… it is not something that is usually stolen; of course, it was lent and lent by the blind Imagino, for it belongs to him. Also, you haven't been quite drenched; so, you've not been long in the rain. Apart from that, I am intrigued that had to turn the lamp off." She looked piercingly in my eyes.
"It.. it," I was trying to reply something yet unknown when Inno interrupted: "We're looking for my Mommy and Daddy," she said. Some people had been trying to hurt us, so we must hide. Do you know where they are? Can you help us?"
The lady's eyes turned to her and now I saw her face grow soft. "Come here child," she said in a gentle voice. Inno ran towards her. "So, you're the two escapees," she remarked at me, though looking at Inno and smoothing her hair.
"Yes," I mumbled hesitatingly.
"I am Sophia, the sister of Imagino and Sensus," she said, "and, I am an outcaste of this City. Hamartia tried to use me at first to develop schemes of words against the One. She even got Imagino and Sensus fully on her side. Imagino is now her Chief Magical Advisor and Sensus is the Palatial Pleasure Advisor of Sarx. However, when I found that what Hamartia required was something against my very self – I couldn't do it without contradicting myself – I refused. So, she commissioned Adikia, the Commander of the Armies of Injustice, to imprison me in the Dark Island inside Superbia. Adikia was on way to arrest me, when I managed to get away from Superbia and hide here in Gula. I am one of the enemies of the State."
"Her mother's name is Piety, and her father's name is Faith," I explained about Inno.
Sophia gave a startled look. Then, looking again at Inno, she said, "I saw them when they were brought to trial. It was a mockery. There is nothing called a trial here; it is just a one-sided game. The aim is annihilation." She knew that Inno wouldn't understand the terms.
"Where do we find them now?" I asked.
But, she had stood up, and placing Inno down, rushed towards me, snatched the umbrella off my hands and opened it. It was quickly examined, then placed on the table. She pulled her coat on; then, motioning us to be silent made signs for us to move out. "You must be tired; take some rest!" she said. She killed the lamp and we were out on the pavement, right across the road, and dashing off. From a distance, we heard the grunts of vehicles. We stopped and looked. They were on the spot of the room we had just left. A little examination by the agents and soon the tile was ripped and officers were inside.
"Friendliness is not always the signature of a friend," Sophia quipped as we rushed on and off the scene. The umbrella was a trap.
We hadn't moved more than a few meters ahead when we realized that the trap was an insidiously well managed one. The headlights of two trucks and six motorbikes suddenly appeared from a turn ahead. They were closing in at a rapid pace. We looked back and saw that the road had been blocked by the officers. I was looking at the angry sky and wondering. Suddenly, there was a clanking sound and I was pulled down along with Inno.
ope you scraped some fun off the Fair!" Clever smiled and said. He was speaking loud since the sudden siren had also stirred up much commotion that voluminously flooded the range of air.
"Yes, we did!" I answered aloud. "Going to the Center?"
"Yes," he replied, "Let's be quick!" We hurried to the Center.
There was a great fountain, lit by colorful and playful lights, in the middle of Fair with a good sized open space in the front for people to stand. There was a stage set up by the fountain adorned with balloons, ribbons, and flowers. Armed guards stood all around it. A fine looking gentleman with a red suit on stood at the lectern smiling profusely, as if smiles were all biting at him. Behind him stood an array of five elegantly dressed personages that seemed to be officials. The Lady Avaritia was easy to distinguish by her golden silk vesture and a crown of sparkling diamonds. Also, on the stage were Fate and Chance. We were able to get a little close to the stage. When the people had all assembled, a second siren called, and the man in the red suit smiled even more torrentially to the extent that his face swelled and his words dropped like celebrative fireworks.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he began, seemingly quite conscious of the presence of Avaritia in all his conduct, "It is our pleasure to have you all at this Fair again. Your presence and participation add to the pleasure and romance …"
"Huh, ROMA: Radix Omnium Malorum Avaritia!" I heard someone murmur and I turned to find that it was a rather unkempt man, having meager appearance, short stature, and a worn-out face, his eyes fixated on the stage. "Evil… evil…. Root of All Evil," he murmured again.
"Fate and Chance," the red suited man continued, "had been appointed by our Honorable Lady to pick the trader who had affected the best business, and so I would call on them to please step forward and announce the winner."
There were cheers and great applause as Fate and Chance stepped forward together hand in hand towards the podium. It did seem that the red suited man didn't feel very comfortable having had to step behind.
"Choosing a winner is not always quite an easy job, when two are appointed to the task," Chance began. The audience joined in cheering again. My criterion of choice was simple: the one with the greatest guts to face the highest risk of loss – the perfect gambler."
"Mine was a bit different," Fate joined in, "the one with the guts to embrace risk as riches – the apathetic utilitarian."
"Fatal intoxication, fatal entrapment, fatal Fate – the false shadow of false Chance!" the unkempt man murmured again oblivious to all around, as all others were to him.
The crowd cheered again. "So, who wins?" someone shouted. "Yes, who wins, who wins?" they all clamored.
"The winner is the optician, Clever!" Fate announced as a jubilant crowd cheered uncontrollably.
Clever looked at me and smiled. Then, sprinted towards the stage where he was being welcomed by Fate and Chance and given a little trophy by Avaritia. He, then, turned and stood at a little corner on the stage.
I heard the unkempt man's murmur: "So shall Curiosity gain hand over risk and finally swallow wallowing greed in his bottomless mire." He seemed to be an intelligent man to me, but I wondered why he looked so unkempt. I turned at him, and at that instant was taken aback. The man had disappeared. I ran my eyes all over trying to catch a glimpse of him; but, he was nowhere to be found.
"My dear subjects," Avaritia announced and the whole crowd went mad with ecstasy.
"Speak, noble Lady, our lifegiver and ruler!" some shouted.
"The dials of Fate and Chance turn in favor towards those who tap into the Magical power of Mammon. Money is Magic; and Magic, Money; everything else, its slave. Money is influence, money is strength; money is freedom, money is true wealth. So, never stop urging forward, amassing greater; for someone must always top the other. Contentment, fear, and sloth are the greatest destroyers of your power. Contentment makes one impotent; impotence creates insecurity; and insecurity breeds rebellion, rebellion against our Queen, rebellion against the Kingdom of Magic, rebellion against self. So, never stop short of any higher scale you can fix for yourself; and, when you've reached that, fix a greater one. Don't be compelled by need alone. Be compelled by the glory of your Mother, by me, your Governess Avaritia; for success is defined by prosperity and prosperity is inherited by those who are faithful to me!"
The crowd now, on hearing this, was thrown into uncontrollable ecstasy, calling out, shouting slogans, gesticulating with hands beating the air, some crying tears, and it all seemed to land everything into a heavy confusion.
"Let's go, let's go!" Inno cried. I looked at her eyes. She was afraid. Then, suddenly the siren howled striking the commotion into a dead silence. Two men in black suits ascended the stage and began whispering something in the ears of Avaritia. While they did that, I saw her eyes turn fierce and hawk-like and I felt a premonition.
"There has been an emergency call," she spoke again with a grave voice. "Our city has been intruded by a number of enemies who are bent on our destruction. We received news of a young man who has escaped prison and is now target of the search. He is said to have a child with him." I squirmed, but then felt there wasn't any need to be alarmed since there were many men with children in arms there until I turned towards the stage again, and at this moment caught the eyes of Clever; they were unblinkingly riveted on me. I shuddered at the way he looked. The Lady continued, "There are a few more others who have been spotted but not caught yet; however, we anticipate the Final Victory soon and the elimination of all threat whatsoever altogether very soon. In view of all this, the City requests the cooperation of the citizens to nab the criminals. Anyone who cooperates through providing information or help in capturing the intruders in anyway will receive high rewards and honors. Anyone, however, who cooperates with the enemies against us will be counted as traitors and tried along with them." At this moment I noticed a spark in Clever's eyes, and he moved towards Avaritia and began whispering something to her. I began moving away silently through the crowd, and as I moved I removed the glasses that the optician had given and threw it in a corner. But by then, the whole crowd was in voracious commotion and I also saw search agents spreading all over the place. I reached near the gates and saw that it was blocked by the guards and Ira's agents. The crowd went trampling about in mad warlike passion, and I was gripped with fear now because of Inno. I tugged her closely, and turned around to see Clever, at a distance, accompanied by two or three officers running towards me. I began to run, howling, clamoring, and wildly shouting at all, that for a moment I struck lightning and surprise in the nerves of those around. In a split I had broken through the guards, had jumped on to the road, and was fleeing through the streets, while the mad cursing crowd and angry officers chased me from behind. I ran like a torpedo, crying all along when suddenly it seemed that a mist rose in front of me clouding the ground ahead. I heard the crowd behind me halt as fading voices cautioned, "The poisonous gas…the poisonous gas!" I stopped as well, turned behind and then towards the mist. There was silence. Then, a strange thing occurred. I saw the figure of Faith on the face of the mist beckoning to us with a smile. I turned behind and saw the agents lift their guns towards me. In that moment, I turned round and hurled myself into the mist, leaving the spray of bullets all behind. I had leapt into the unknown.
Chance, Fate, and Avaritia
had taken Inno to a small food corner and bought for her a piece of sweet bread with the money that Piety had given me. We sat there she ate the bread holding it in her little fingers. There were a few stout men sitting on a table thrown a bit far from us. They were eating too much and seemed too disgustfully voracious.
"You guys from Gula make our stalls grow fatter!" a waitress remarked as she dropped a tray of meat on their table. They didn't respond to her, but just jumped on the meat and began tearing chunks of bites off it.
"Why are they eating like that?" Inno asked.
"They might be very hungry," I said.
"But, why do they eat like that even if they're so hungry?"
"Because their hunger is of a different kind."
"What kind?"
"Like a pig."
She laughed.
I pondered at my own misery and wondered the meaning of it all. Or, was the desire for meaning itself a misery of delusion, I wondered. I felt lone, disillusioned, and pointless, except for the fact of Inno. Perhaps, if not for her, I would have lost purpose. Immediately, my mind began engaging in thoughts of how to reach Piety and Faith, perhaps also deliver Religare, and then someway find a way out of this vortex of darkness. "What should I do next?" I wondered as everything ahead looked bleak and impossible. I thought about the map. "If there is a "where" to go, there will be a road to it; it would only be meaningless to build a road in the darkness to just nowhere… I know where I need to go now; I only need to discover the route…. There will be many routes; many of which, of course, not even mentioned in the maps of this City, for these are not explicit. I must discover one of those…" It seemed to me to be a plausible idea. "Once I get there, and the mission is done, then…., then" I wondered. I had reached to the end of myself and at a new cycle of frustration.
"You seem to be in grave consternation!"
I turned to my right a saw a lean middle-aged man sitting on a chair close by, smiling at me. He wore a simple and neat white shirt tucked into his brown trousers and had a certain curly waves of hair on his head that evidently couldn't be groomed. His face looked casual and carefree. He wore a gold ring on his left finger, and a brown thread on his right.
"I saw you arrive with Clever. He has a particular dislike for me, you know… Well, these businessmen, they look at me as some kind of an omen. But, I do surprise them with my unwits sometimes."
"Who are you, Sir?" I asked.
"Shouldn't I have asked you the same? But, it doesn't matter what or who you are to me or to anyone, isn't it so? Of course or perhaps or may be not; whatever…" he drew his chair close to me and spoke in whispers with a crystal spark in his eyes, "The truth is that truth is a catchword; reality is a myth; existence is a game of accommodative meanings that we create in order to be who we are and find our own identity. That's where frustration strikes hard. Instead, why don't just let go, then you'll see magic in every shade of hue, in every breeze of the wind, in every blade of grass, and every twist of the atom. Let things be what they are and let things be known as they let themselves appear. Suffering results from overstraining of the brain to accommodate the world to an attribute that doesn't belong to it, namely meaning.... Isn't that strange?"
"I don't get what you say," I replied feeling even more strained by what he said.
"You don't get it because you strain to link things together into a meaningful story. You don't realize that a story is only beautiful because it happens, because it is let to happen so."
"What has happened to me is not so meaningful after all!"
"But, isn't it beautiful?"
"How can something be beautiful without being meaningful?"
"If you just experience it without any demand whatsoever."
"That's passive subjection, enslavement."
"What is not?"
"The butterfly dances to the rhythm of the wind flapping wings with colors from the rainbow, the peacock prances with the air of a king spreading feathers in a fanlike show; the mortals covet their beauty and sigh and moan casting their faces low, not realizing that it's their covetous ambition that turns them into the world below. But, just let it go, let it go. Let be what the rhythm of this dice-play calls for. Be the dance, be the prance, then you'll be beauty without straining to see the beautiful."
"Yes, perhaps… but, perhaps, more a dance maker?"
"I am Chance…"
"And, I am his sister Fate," a young lady came by him and said, sitting on another chair. She was a tall and elegant looking lady, with chiseled and determined features, except for those dark rings around her eyes. "You got a lovely kid there!" She smiled pointing at Inno. Inno didn't smile; she turned just to munching again.
"Yes, thanks!" I said, "I'm delighted to meet you both."
"Delight is a word foreordained," Fate smiled and replied. I noticed that her smiles were mingled with some sort of rigidity composed of indifference; quite difficult to distinguish one from the other.
"It is a matter of coincidence," Chance objected.
"Aha, brother, there again, how often would you flip the dime; for can you see through the rigors of Time that the flip and the dime are both altogether the play of Fate?"
"Or the dance of Chance?" he gave a mischievous smile.
"Fate plays the dice and the dice dances by Chance," she replied, raising an intelligent brow.
"What dice?" I asked.
"Let's ask the child," Fate proposed. Then turning to Inno, "What is your name, child?"
"Innocence!" Inno stopped munching and replied.
"Good! Do you like to dance or do you like to play?"
She didn't say anything but, only looked at her as she would at a stranger. Then, I saw her eyes moist and tears roll her cheek. I immediately left my chair, and picked her up in my arms, trying to console, saying "No worries baby, it's alright, it's alright." Then, turning to Fate and Chance, I apologized, "I'm sorry, she might be a bit afraid of strangers!"
"So, she doesn't happen to be your child, then?" Chance remarked. Then watching my dismay, "Well, you used the word might."
"Oh, yea. She's my niece. I met them after long, and I thought to show her the Fair."
"Yes, go on, you should. Hope she'll forget all this embarrassment and soon find some laughter in store with dance or play," Chance turned to Fate and to us and smilingly said.
"Thank you! And, enjoy the Fair," I greeted them as I left.
"The same with you!" they conjoined.
There was a merry-go-round on one corner and a few benches strewn around it. I asked Inno, "Would you like to go in it?"
"No!" she replied, "Can we sit on the benches there instead!" she pointed at them and asked. "Yes," I replied. The kids were all jolly on the merry-go-round, the parents and elders standing by with merriment in their eyes and gestures; some screaming, some laughing, and some playfully dancing in the prodigal lightings of this night city's Fair. One round of the merry-go-round had slowed to an end. A few alighted and a few others boarded it. I turned to Inno and saw that she was smiling, looking at the children. "Would you like to go in it?" I asked again. "Na!" she replied without turning towards me, still looking at the kids and smiling.
"The dance of Chance or the play of Fate…" I thought, as my eyes followed the direction where I had left Fate and Chance. They had disappeared. "Or both?" I asked myself. I wondered what all of this meant. "Where might have they disappeared?" I thought. "Wow, doesn't it all look like a big dream and my own thoughts and acts… are they still my own or the outworking of a dream that I take as real… Can one change the direction of a dream? If someone could tell me; but that someone would also first have to enter my dream, and be part of the dream? Then, how could I trust him?" My consternation increased. Inno looked at me and at that moment I relaxed down and smiled.
"Can I have a look at your scroll, Sir?" she asked interrupting all my thoughts. I didn't ask why. Perhaps, she had seen something that got her curious about this. Whatever, I at least felt relieved that she was in a playful disposition. I took out the scroll and rolled it open before her. The image of a cat playing with a ball was in it. Inno laughed. Then, I noticed that the ball once looked like a mouse and once like a ball. When it looked like a mouse, the cat pounced upon it; when it looked like a ball, she played with it. Whenever the cat pounced on the mouse, it turned to a ball. Inno laughed. "It's neither this nor that!" I thought to myself. The thought struck me and I asked myself, "Why do I always only look at everything as either/or…Do I know all the options, yet? Isn't there something greater than this all?"
A siren rolled, and then a voice called: "Attention, Ladies and Gentlemen, the Lady Avaritia addresses in a while! Citizens are requested to gather at the Center to witness the wrapping up of the Fair."
Immediately, I saw stalls closing down, the gamers finishing with the last rounds, and people hurrying in the direction of the Center. I arose with Inno in my arms and proceeded in the same direction, when I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned back.
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Split outcomes for Knights
The Queens College men's basketball team trailed by 14 points at halftime on Saturday against Bridgeport, but a 19-7 run to start the second half propelled the Knights to a 71-70 victory at Fitzgerald Gymnasium to improve to 2-0 at home this season.
Both teams started out slowly in the opening half of action, with Shomari Redd hitting the first lay-up of the contest after two minutes of play to allow QC (2-10, 2-2 ECC) to strike first.
Elijah Bovell of Queens College (2-10, 2-2 ECC) led all scorers with 18 points and also pulled down ten rebounds in the win to go along with three assists and two steals.
Wayne Li added eleven points and five rebounds with a team-high three blocks while Shomari Redd added ten points.
Bakary Camara led Bridgeport (5-5, 1-3 ECC) with 17 points and 12 rebounds, while Green added 16 points and three assists. Eric Rankin had 11 points for the Purple Knights in the loss.
Queens travels out of conference to cap off the 2018 calendar year with a game on December 30 at Southern Connecticut State at 3:30 p.m.
Women fall
An early 9-0 run put the Queens College women's basketball team in a hole that the Knights could not come back from, as QC fell by a 67-51 score to Bridgeport on Saturday at Fitzgerald Gymnasium.
Lucy Tougas led the Knights (2-8, 1-3 ECC) with 15 points, six rebounds and three assists while Analeza Edore scored ten points off the bench with a team-high eight rebounds.
Beth Bonin added eight points and four rebounds with Emer Moloney contributing seven points for Queens in the loss.
Gianna Gotti's game-high 23 points came off the bench for Bridgeport (6-4, 3-1 ECC) with the freshman guard also posting five rebounds, three assists and two steals.
Samnell Vonleh added 14 points and nine rebounds and NK Ilang had eleven points and six boards for UB in the win. Sarah Middleton dished out six assists while Briana Stoddart contributed eight points.
The Knights were scheduled to host American International College on Wednesday at 7 p.m. in the final home event of the calendar year.


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American Real Estate Partners buys DC asset; Pro REIT nabs Montreal complex
Author Dawood Fakhir
This feature rounds up recent commercial property news and highlights larger deal coverage already published.
* American Real Estate Partners purchased Union Center Plaza I at 810 First St. NE in Washington, D.C., for $64.3 million from an affiliate of American Realty Advisors, Washington Business Journal reported, citing the D.C. Recorder of Deeds. The property spans roughly 191,000 square feet and is leased by the district for its Department of Insurance, Securities and Banking and its office of the State Superintendent of Education. The tenants are scheduled to move out in October 2018.
* Pro Real Estate Investment Trust agreed to acquire Trans-Canada Highway 8150-8120, a two-building commercial mixed-use complex with a gross leasable area of 125,554 square feet on 332,206 square feet of land, in Montreal for C$8.7 million, representing a going-in capitalization rate of 6.3%.
Trans-Canada Highway 8150, with about 84,731 square feet of gross leasable area, has approximately 78,000 square feet of office space and 7,000 square feet of warehouse space. It is fully leased to two tenants. Trans-Canada Highway 8120 is vacant and has 40,823 square feet of office and warehouse space. The company will finance the acquisition with cash on hand and a 3.6% C$5.6 million five-year first mortgage loan.
* An affiliate of Principal Real Estate Investors LLC sold the 151,456-square-foot industrial center on an 8.8-acre site at 2800 SW 42nd St. in Hollywood, Fla., to an affiliate of TA Realty LLC for $21 million, the South Florida Business Journal reported.
* Allen Harrison Co. has begun building a five-story, 293-unit apartment complex on about three acres of land at 2220 Pinegate Dr. in Houston, Houston Business Journal reported. The project is valued at more than $40 million.
* Weingarten Realty Investors sold a 36,900-square-foot building in the Carrollwood community of Tampa, Fla., for an undisclosed amount. The building sits on 6.33 acres of land and is 100% occupied by Whole Foods Market.
* Urstadt Biddle Properties Inc. plans to build a self-storage facility with 120,000 square feet of space on a land parcel it agreed to purchase on Sidney St. in Stratford, Conn., ctpost reported.
* Duke Realty Corp. signed a lease with a joint venture between Siemens Corp and Chromalloy Gas Turbine Corp. for 210,723 square feet of the 337,447-square-foot Tampa Regional Industrial Park 13111 in Tampa. The company signed another lease for 63,362 square feet at the same property with Ralph's Transfer, a cargo and freight transportation company.
* Liberty Property Trust signed a long-term lease with COKeM International Ltd. for 162,000 square feet of space at Valley Park Business Center, in Shakopee, Minn. The COKeM lease will bring the occupancy rate of the 197,000-square-foot industrial building to 100%.
Equus Capital divests $467M portfolio of 22 Pa. assets
Report: NYC boutique hotel to be sold for nearly $200M
CAPREIT purchases Tenn. apartment complex for $48M
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<< January 2007 • All months • March 2007 >>
February 2007 scores (most recent listed first)
Total pages with new scores added in the month: 43
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(01 Jan 2008) Polovetsian Dances (Alexander Borodin)
(26 Feb 2007) Boy at the window (Huub de Lange)
(25 Feb 2007) Facta cogitatum (Johann Kaspar Aiblinger)
(26 Feb 2007) Kimbolton (We are a garden) (Anonymous)
(26 Feb 2007) Margretes Vuggesang (Edvard Grieg)
(25 Feb 2007) Begräbnisgesang (Johannes Brahms)
(24 Feb 2007) Communion Service, Op. 18 in E Major (Horatio W. Parker)
(24 Aug 2005) Cantique de Jean Racine, Op. 11 (Gabriel Fauré)
(24 Aug 2005) Come, ye Sons of Art, Z 323 (Henry Purcell)
(24 Feb 2007) Te Deum laudamus in E (Horatio W. Parker)
(21 Feb 2007) How calmly the evening (Edward Elgar)
(21 Feb 2007) The Shower, Op. 71, No. 1 (Edward Elgar)
(20 Feb 2007) Adieu mes amours (Josquin des Prez)
(18 Aug 2005) Requiem in D minor, Op. 48 (Gabriel Fauré)
(19 Feb 2007) Nun bin ich einmal frey (Jacob Regnart)
(31 Jul 2007) Dilectus meus descendit (Pierre Bonhomme)
(18 Feb 2007) In silentio et spe (Caspar Othmayr)
(18 Feb 2007) Laudate Dominum (Ps. 147) a 15 (Leonhard Lechner)
(19 Feb 2007) Requiem für Mignon (Robert Schumann)
(15 Feb 2007) Factus est (Johann Kaspar Aiblinger)
(16 Feb 2007) O fly not, O take some pity (Thomas Morley)
(15 Feb 2007) Parce Domine with Psalm 51 (Charles H. Giffen)
(15 Feb 2007) Requiem (Giuseppe Verdi)
(13 Feb 2007) Barechu (Salamone Rossi)
(13 Feb 2007) Der Gondelfahrer (Franz Schubert)
(14 Feb 2007) Tu en un pesebre (Francisco Valls)
(12 Feb 2007) Missa Nasce la gioja mia (Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina)
(13 Feb 2007) Schicksalslied, Op. 54 (Johannes Brahms)
(11 Feb 2007) Adieu m'amour I (Alexander Agricola)
(11 Feb 2007) Adieu m'amour II (Alexander Agricola)
(11 Feb 2007) Et qui la dira (Alexander Agricola)
(10 Feb 2007) Death and Victory (The Anacreontic Song) (John Stafford Smith)
(08 Feb 2007) ¿Qué es lo que me niega Amor? (Francisco Valls)
(07 Feb 2007) Miserere mei Deus, quoniam (Johann Kaspar Aiblinger)
(04 Feb 2007) With restless and ungoverned rage (Arlington) (Thomas Arne)
(05 Feb 2007) Almoster (Constantí Sotelo i Paradela)
(03 Feb 2007) To God, our never-failing strength (John Wall Callcott)
(03 Feb 2007) Morning Light 7 6. 7 6. D (George J. Webb)
(02 Feb 2007) Ode to Saint Thomas Aquinas (Francisco Valls)
(03 Feb 2007) Stand up, stand up for Jesus (George J. Webb)
(01 Feb 2007) Missa in Es (Ondřej Horník)
(01 Feb 2007) Praeter rerum seriem (Anonymous)
(02 Feb 2007) Todo es ya mansedumbres (Juan del Vado)
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Meet the silence breaker Laura Madden @ Maynooth University Event
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Posted on 24/02/2020 by Jennifer Forster in Latest News, Members News
RTÉ broadcaster Audrey Carville in conversation with Laura Madden, one of the first women to go on the record against Harvey Weinstein
Laura Madden, originally from Monaghan, was one of the first women to speak on the record to New York Times reporters Jodi Kantor and Megan Twohey about the sexual predation of Hollywood producer Harvey Weinstein. The bravery of the women who told their stories triggered an avalanche of public testimonies under the hashtag #MeToo, spawning a wider global movement.
Laura Madden will be presented with the President's Medal by Maynooth University President, Professor Philip Nolan, as part of this event to mark International Women's Day. RTÉ broadcaster Audrey Carville will also host a panel discussion with Ms Madden, Professor Linda Connolly, Director of Maynooth University Social Sciences Institute (MUSSI) and a leading scholar on women's experiences with trauma in Irish history, and Dr Anne O'Brien from the Department of Media Studies at Maynooth University and author of Women, Inequality and Media Work.
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