concupiscence, moiety, medication, at one, concordance,

the concupiscence of the oppressor

But he wishes us more than this. To be free
is often to be lonely. He would unite
     the unequal moieties fractured
   by our own well-meaning sense of justice,

would restore to the larger the wit and will 
the smaller possesses but can only use
     for arid disputes, would give back to
   the son the mother's richness of feeling:

moiety

Syllabification: (moi·e·ty)

Pronunciation: /ˈmoiətē/

noun (plural moieties)

formal or technical

• each of two parts into which a thing is or can be divided.
• Anthropology each of two social or ritual groups into which a people is divided, especially among Australian Aborigines and some American Indians.
• a part or portion, especially a lesser share.
• Chemistry a distinct part of a large molecule:the enzyme removes the sulfate moiety

Origin:

late Middle English: from Old French moite, from Latin medietas 'middle', from medius 'mid, middle'

moiety

音節

moi • e • ty

発音

mɔ'iəti

moietyの変化形

moieties (複数形)

[名]((文))

1 半分(half).

2 部分, 一部分(part).

3 1人の分け前.

4 《人類》半族.

In Memory of Sigmund Freud- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More

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In Memory of Sigmund Freud. by W. H. Auden. When there are so many we shall have to mourn, when grief has been made so public, and exposed to the ...

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In Memory of Sigmund Freud

  by W. H. Auden

When there are so many we shall have to mourn,
when grief has been made so public, and exposed
     to the critique of a whole epoch
   the frailty of our conscience and anguish,

of whom shall we speak? For every day they die
among us, those who were doing us some good,
     who knew it was never enough but
   hoped to improve a little by living.

Such was this doctor: still at eighty he wished
to think of our life from whose unruliness
     so many plausible young futures
   with threats or flattery ask obedience,

but his wish was denied him: he closed his eyes
upon that last picture, common to us all,
     of problems like relatives gathered
   puzzled and jealous about our dying. 

For about him till the very end were still
those he had studied, the fauna of the night,
     and shades that still waited to enter
   the bright circle of his recognition

turned elsewhere with their disappointment as he
was taken away from his life interest
     to go back to the earth in London,
   an important Jew who died in exile.

Only Hate was happy, hoping to augment
his practice now, and his dingy clientele
     who think they can be cured by killing
   and covering the garden with ashes.

They are still alive, but in a world he changed
simply by looking back with no false regrets;
     all he did was to remember
   like the old and be honest like children.

He wasn't clever at all: he merely told
the unhappy Present to recite the Past
     like a poetry lesson till sooner
   or later it faltered at the line where

long ago the accusations had begun,
and suddenly knew by whom it had been judged,
     how rich life had been and how silly,
   and was life-forgiven and more humble,

able to approach the Future as a friend
without a wardrobe of excuses, without
     a set mask of rectitude or an 
   embarrassing over-familiar gesture.

No wonder the ancient cultures of conceit
in his technique of unsettlement foresaw
     the fall of princes, the collapse of
   their lucrative patterns of frustration:

if he succeeded, why, the Generalised Life
would become impossible, the monolith
     of State be broken and prevented
   the co-operation of avengers.

Of course they called on God, but he went his way
down among the lost people like Dante, down
     to the stinking fosse where the injured
   lead the ugly life of the rejected,

and showed us what evil is, not, as we thought,
deeds that must be punished, but our lack of faith,
     our dishonest mood of denial,
   the concupiscence of the oppressor.

If some traces of the autocratic pose,
the paternal strictness he distrusted, still
     clung to his utterance and features,
   it was a protective coloration

for one who'd lived among enemies so long:
if often he was wrong and, at times, absurd,
     to us he is no more a person
   now but a whole climate of opinion

under whom we conduct our different lives:
Like weather he can only hinder or help,
     the proud can still be proud but find it
   a little harder, the tyrant tries to

make do with him but doesn't care for him much:
he quietly surrounds all our habits of growth
     and extends, till the tired in even
   the remotest miserable duchy

have felt the change in their bones and are cheered
till the child, unlucky in his little State,
     some hearth where freedom is excluded,
   a hive whose honey is fear and worry,

feels calmer now and somehow assured of escape,
while, as they lie in the grass of our neglect, 
     so many long-forgotten objects
   revealed by his undiscouraged shining

are returned to us and made precious again;
games we had thought we must drop as we grew up,
     little noises we dared not laugh at,
   faces we made when no one was looking.

But he wishes us more than this. To be free
is often to be lonely. He would unite
     the unequal moieties fractured
   by our own well-meaning sense of justice,

would restore to the larger the wit and will 
the smaller possesses but can only use
     for arid disputes, would give back to
   the son the mother's richness of feeling:

but he would have us remember most of all 
to be enthusiastic over the night,
     not only for the sense of wonder
   it alone has to offer, but also

because it needs our love. With large sad eyes
its delectable creatures look up and beg
     us dumbly to ask them to follow:
   they are exiles who long for the future

that lives in our power, they too would rejoice
if allowed to serve enlightenment like him,
     even to bear our cry of 'Judas', 
   as he did and all must bear who serve it.

One rational voice is dumb. Over his grave
the household of Impulse mourns one dearly loved:
     sad is Eros, builder of cities,
   and weeping anarchic Aphrodite.

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Of course they called on God, but he went his way down among the lost people like Dante, down to the stinking fosse where the injured lead the ugly life of the rejected, and showed us what evil is, not, as we thought, deeds that must be punished, but our lack of faith, our dishonest mood of denial, the concupiscence of the oppressor. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15543#sthash.hkUApAUI.dpuf

Of course they called on God, but he went his way down among the lost people like Dante, down to the stinking fosse where the injured lead the ugly life of the rejected, and showed us what evil is, not, as we thought, deeds that must be punished, but our lack of faith, our dishonest mood of denial, the concupiscence of the oppressor. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15543#sthash.hkUApAUI.dpuf

Of course they called on God, but he went his way down among the lost people like Dante, down to the stinking fosse where the injured lead the ugly life of the rejected, and showed us what evil is, not, as we thought, deeds that must be punished, but our lack of faith, our dishonest mood of denial, the concupiscence of the oppressor. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15543#sthash.hkUApAUI.dpuf

Of course they called on God, but he went his way down among the lost people like Dante, down to the stinking fosse where the injured lead the ugly life of the rejected, and showed us what evil is, not, as we thought, deeds that must be punished, but our lack of faith, our dishonest mood of denial, the concupiscence of the oppressor. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15543#sthash.hkUApAUI.dpuf

That’s Not My Lunch, It’s My Body Lotion

By KAYLEEN SCHAEFER

Coconut shampoo and pomegranate lip balm may look good enough to eat, but that’s not recommended.

Spotlight:

How do you eat a pomegranate? The pomegranate is quite a labor-intensive fruit. The edible part is the hundreds of seeds that reside inside the tough, thick skin. The most straightforward way to get to the seeds is to cut the pomegranate in half and scoop out the seeds, peeling away the yellowish membrane that connects them. Since the seeds tend to pop, and their juice stains, this method comes with its own dangers. Another way is to cut off the crown of the pomegranate, score the fruit on four sides, and leave it submerged in tap water for at least 20 minutes, softening the fruit so it's easier to work with. With your hands under water, separate the quarters and rub the inside between your fingers. The seeds will sink and the membrane will float to the top. Pour off the membrane-filled water, and enjoy the seeds in a salad, in grain dishes or on their own. Pomegranates are rich in vitamin C and tannins, and have been shown to be effective in reducing heart disease and blood pressure, as well as certain kinds of viral infections. It's National Pomegranate Month.

Quote:

"Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree." — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene V

石榴
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pomegranate 2008
這個字 pomegranate 是10月18日值得一記的單字
故事是中餐的沙拉美不勝收 WWS夫婦難得拿出相機照一張
餐中並盤點其內容 作記 列出材料單 BILL OF MATERIAL
列到第12/13項 有一晶瑩剔透的子他們無法說出 稱為 神秘之子
問主人 知道是"石榴子"
她又說出一英文 因為石榴石garnet 是她的收藏品

我知道它的英文是P開頭 莎士比亞的作品引用過
然後David 用手機查出是pomegranate和 garnet
現在WWS夫婦終於知道所有的食材了

PAUL VALERY 的詩也很精采

今天 作林修二集

他有一首日文詩 Canna (美人蕉)的英文翻譯為
As I gaze at it so intently
the cannas's face turns red.
Showing its ruby teeth,
the pomegranate smiles.

再查一下

3 Citations of Pomegranate in Shakespeare:...日本的成敗 pomegranate ASQC 史 英國 RAE 電腦系統之要求




The Great Flu（www.thegreatflu.com）allows players to choose their viral adversary, pick the part of the world it spreads in and then control how to manage the outbreak given a limited amount of funds and medications.
這個名為「大流感」（www.thegreatflu.com）的遊戲讓玩家選擇其病毒敵人以及蔓延地，隨後利用有限的資金和藥物，控制如何應付疫情爆發。
at one

[OE. at on, atone, atoon, attone.]
1. In concord or friendship; in agreement (with each other); as, to be, bring, make, or set, at one, i. e., to be or bring in or to a state of agreement or reconciliation.

If gentil men, or othere of hir contree
Were wrothe, she wolde bringen hem atoon.

Chaucer.
2. Of the same opinion; agreed; as, on these points we are at one.
3. Together. [Obs.] Spenser.

concordance, biblical ：聖經索引；聖經要語索引；聖經用語彙編：以聖經主要字句編排的索引，最著名者為 1736 年由克魯丹（ Alexander Cruden ）所編著，沿用至今。

concordat ：政教協定；政教條約：教廷與各國政府所訂有關宗教事務之條約。

concupiscence

Syllabification: (con·cu·pis·cence)

Pronunciation: /känˈkyo͞opisəns, kən-/

noun

formal

• strong sexual desire; lust.

Origin:

Middle English: via Old French from late Latin concupiscentia, from Latin concupiscent- 'beginning to desire', from the verb concupiscere, from con- (expressing intensive force) + cupere 'to desire'

 

concupiscence ：私欲偏情；七情六欲；貪欲；情欲：意指追求理想過程中，違反理性的（縱欲）傾向，其本身非罪，但易受誤導：善用有功，妄用有過。