Strong evidence that yoga protects against frailty |
Mind-body practice improves walking speed, leg strength, and other predictors of longevity, according to Harvard analysis of dozens of studies. |
Even though his body is extremely weak from cancer treatment
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Ian McEwan: "The slaughter in Paris is a tragedy for the open society. On a dark night for mental freedom, a few fragile points of light: the calm, determined crowds gathered in cities across France; the hope that the general revulsion at these murders might have a unifying effect; the fact that a cult rooted in hate is a frail thing and cannot last; the fact that the psychopaths are vastly outnumbered."
Sarkozy under formal investigation
Those whose familiarity with Oliver Sacks extends only to his vivid book titles — “The Island of the Colorblind,” “An Anthropologist on Mars,” “The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat” — may picture his writing as a gallery of grotesques, a parade of the exotically impaired. Sacks, a practicing neurologist, does specialize in case studies of highly unusual patients. But even as he entertains and diverts with his dramatic tales, Sacks has always been up to something else: he is gently educating us about the frailties and flaws — and the strengths and capacities — of “normal” people, those whose afflictions are of the most ordinary sort. You may never have confused your spouse for an item of outerwear, but have you ever failed to recognize the face of an acquaintance? Fumbled for a word that eluded your grasp? Read a sentence three times and still didn’t get it?
Abuse of frailty of a person who, because of old age, feeble-mindedness or any other cause, is not in a position to resist or indeed identify illicit demands. Most common case is the nurse who gets herself a wedding with a doddering old charge.
Pronunciation: /ˈɑːɡəʊ/
Pronunciation: /freɪl /
- [fréilti]
- n., pl., -ties.
- The condition or quality of being frail.
- A fault, especially a moral weakness.
n.
Clothing, such as hats, coats, and gloves, for use outdoors.
[U]((集合的))（下着の上に着る）上着（dress, sweater, suitなど）；外とう.
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outwear
tr.v., -wore (-wôr', -wōr'), -worn (-wôrn', -wōrn'), -wear·ing, -wears.
- To last longer than; outlast: durable clothing that outwears other brands.
- To get over (something) by the passage of time; outgrow: "He . . . may outwear those unattractive qualities of character" (Westminster Gazette).
The verb outwear has 2 meanings:
Meaning #1: last longer than others
Meaning #2: exhaust or tire though overuse or great strain or stress
Synonyms: tire, wear upon, tire out, wear, weary, jade, wear out, wear down, fag out, fag, fatigue
[動]（-wore, -worn）(他)
1 …より長持ちする(outlast).
2 …を着古す(wear out).
3 〈精力などを〉使い尽くす, 疲れ果てさせる.
4 〈時を〉（辛抱して）過ごす.The Mosquito
by D.H. Lawrence| When did you start your tricks, |
| Monsieur ? |
| What do you stand on such high legs for ? |
| Why this length of shredded shank, |
| You exaltation ? |
| Is it so that you shall lift your centre of gravity upwards |
| And weigh no more than air as you alight upon me, |
| Stand upon me weightless, you phantom ? |
| I heard a woman call you the Winged Victory |
| In sluggish Venice. |
| You turn your head towards your tail, and smile. |
| How can you put so much devilry |
| Into that translucent phantom shred |
| Of a frail corpus ? |
| Queer, with your thin wings and your streaming legs |
| How you sail like a heron, or a dull clot of air, |
| A nothingness. |
| Yet what an aura surrounds you ; |
| Your evil little aura, prowling, and casting a numbness on my mind. |
| That is your trick, your bit of filthy magic : |
| Invisibility, and the anæsthetic power |
| To deaden my attention in your direction. |
| But I know your game now, streaky sorcerer. |
| Queer, how you stalk and prowl the air |
| In circles and evasions, enveloping me, |
| Ghoul on wings |
| Winged Victory. |
| Settle, and stand on long thin shanks |
| Eyeing me sideways, and cunningly conscious that I am aware, |
| You speck. |
| I hate the way you lurch off sideways into air |
| Having read my thoughts against you. |
| Come then, let us play at unawares, |
| And see who wins in this sly game of bluff, |
| Man or mosquito. |
| You don’t know that I exist, and I don’t know that you exist. |
| Now then ! |
| It is your trump, |
| It is your hateful little trump, |
| You pointed fiend, |
| Which shakes my sudden blood to hatred of you : |
| It is your small, high, hateful bugle in my ear. |
| Why do you do it ? |
| Surely it is bad policy. |
| They say you can’t help it. |
| If that is so, then I believe a little in Providence protecting the innocent. |
| But it sounds so amazingly like a slogan, |
| A yell of triumph as you snatch my scalp. |
| Blood, red blood |
| Super-magical |
| Forbidden liquor. |
| I behold you stand |
| For a second enspasmed in oblivion, |
| Obscenely estasied |
| Sucking live blood, |
| My blood. |
| Such silence, such suspended transport, |
| Such gorging, |
| Such obscenity of trespass. |
| You stagger |
| As well as you may. |
| Only your accursed hairy frailty, |
| Your own imponderable weightlessness |
| Saves you, wafts you away on the very draught my anger makes in its snatching. |
| Away with a pæan of derision, |
| You winged blood-drop. |
| Can I not overtake you ? |
| Are you one too many for me, |
| Winged Victory ? |
| Am I not mosquito enough to out-mosquito you? |
| Queer, what a big stain my sucked blood makes |
| Beside the infinitesimal faint smear of you ! |
| Queer, what a dim dark smudge you have disappeared into ! |
| D.H. Lawrence | Classic Poems |
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"The belief is growing on me that the disease is communicated by the bite of the mosquito... She always injects a small quantity of fluid with her bite. What if the parasites get into the system in this manner?" — Ronald Ross
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