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Matt : Ok. Brandon : How about this, I do know Robert Jordan There will be hints. In other words Brandon : When people bored into his prison they were searching for a new source of power, they found him. Now, that leaves a strong implication that the True Power is the essence of the Dark One. The True Power when it is used rips apart the Pattern to rebuild it as it desires.

The True Power is very destructive to the Pattern. It leaves scars on the Pattern. Robert Jordan said in an interview or maybe it was actually in the books, when you make a gateway with the True Power you are actually ripping a hole in the Pattern and going somewhere else. When you are using the True Power that is what you are doing, it is contrary to the Pattern. That is not a direct answer to your question but I think there are enough implications in there that certain things can be discussed. So, obviously a channeler uses the True Power.

Matt : Is the True Power used by any other creatures or beings within parallel or perpendicular worlds or other dimensions? Brandon : Ok, see answering that actually gets us a 'begging the question' because Matt Are there worlds and dimensions that exist outside of the Pattern? Extrapolations of this question get us to: is there one Dragon for all different Parallels or are they all different Dragons?

Traveling through the Portal Stone seems to indicate that there are many different lives Rand could have led. The question then is, are those all separate universes? Do we have a multiverse sort of concept? Or are they possibilities? And do these worlds all exist, or could exist In some of those Rand failed. So, is Rand the Dragon in all of them, or is Rand not the Dragon in some of them? What happens in the ones where Rand failed? Are they real worlds? Are those different worlds where there is a different Dark One who then takes over and destroys that world?

Or maybe not, maybe he makes it as he wishes. Those are all very good questions. Robert Jordan said that Tel'aran'rhiod is a reflection of all different worlds, which implies other worlds continue to exist. The World of the 'Finns is something different… Matt : He called it a parallel world. Brandon : Yes, the parallel world, that one and also the one Rand and Lanfear visited are persistent regardless of someone from this world visiting. Yet, many of those seem almost shadowy and reflections of the real world, some of them seem as real—just strange when visiting them.

What happens in these different worlds? That sort of thing, those were never questions that Robert Jordan answered… Matt : The answers exist? Brandon : The answers exist, but are there many parallel Patterns or is there one Pattern? Matt : I figured I had to ask both. Are there any other sources of Powers either within the Pattern or outside of the Wheel? Are there any sources like Brandon Matt : Right. Matt : Is the Wheel responsible for giving or weaving in Talents and abilities to a particular life, or are they like channeling—attached to the soul?

What you're asking is, would someone who is reborn into the Pattern will have the same Talents again? Or does…the Wheel, we obviously know it is very capable of affecting the Pattern, so the question is, does it give and take when it comes to abilities and Talents it needs? Matt : Ok, so can the Wheel give an individual life the ability to channel, if the soul does not come to that life with an inborn ability to learn or a spark?

Can the Wheel give them that? I will have to go and look. I have said if you were born with the ability to channel, to learn or with the spark, you will, when your soul is born again, you will have the ability again, whether with the spark or without…. Whether or not you spark or you can learn it, that depends on the life. Brandon: My instinct knowing how Jim wrote and knowing the parallels in the notes would be that he would parallel the other Talents along the same lines.

A wolf brother then would always have the ability to become a wolf brother and other things along those lines. I can MAFO that and look it up and we can see what we can find, but he did like to parallel a lot of these things While the name is used for other things, a Talent is, in truth, something which is inborn in the person and not something that can be learned. I believe that the potential for a Talent is there, but it doesn't necessarily manifest each time a soul is born. If the Wheel needs the Talent, the Talent is there.

But if the Wheel doesn't need it, it lies dormant. Masha rated it it was amazing Aug 07, Olga Ravina rated it it was amazing Nov 30, Cristina Bracho Carrillo rated it it was amazing Jan 22, Inessa rated it it was ok Jan 17, Anastasia I. Nadezhda Nemirova marked it as to-read Nov 30, Marlena marked it as to-read Apr 11, Alexey Shishkin added it Sep 09, Ekaterina marked it as to-read Dec 31, There are no discussion topics on this book yet. About Jacob Grimm. Jacob Grimm. He is best known as the discoverer of Grimm's Law, the author of the monumental German Dictionary , his Deutsche Mythologie and more popularly, with his brother Wilhelm , as one of the Brothers Grimm, as the editor of Grimm's Fairy Tales.

From Wikipedia. Books by Jacob Grimm. What sort of mind is he? What sort of character has she got? Will you describe depict, portray him and bring out clearly his interesting traits? What can you say about his appearance? Can you fancy his image? There was nobody around to help him. Smith an old fuddy-duddy. He is a glib talker. Today I am all thumbs. He is wishy-washy. He was all politeness, but it seemed to Poirot that this man, for all his easy manners, was not at ease.

They were not young — perhaps near fifty, and the resemblance between them was so strong that they were obviously sisters. As they passed Harold the eyes of both of them rested on him for a minute. It was a curious, appraising glance — almost unhuman. He noticed the hand of one of the two sisters, a long claw-like hand. Clayton Harold felt a wave of indignation and pity swept over him. Elsie Clayton could not be more than twenty-five.

He recalled her friendly blue eyes, her soft gentle smile. A perfect specimen of healthy manhood. Certainly there were too many people in the underground world of London at this particular moment p. Heat, noise, crowd, the pressure of hands, arms, bodies, shoulders! Humanity seen like this en masse was not attractive.

How seldom could one see a face sparkling with intelligence, how seldom a woman with elegance! All these young women who surrounded him — so alike, so devoid of charm, so lacking in genuine femininity! To see a femme du monde, a woman with grace, a woman beautifully and extravagantly dressed!

Once there had been such women. But now Atticus was middle-aged then, she was fifteen years his junior. His appearance was singular. He was very tall and thin, with long limbs loosely jointed; hollow cheeks and curiously high cheekbones; he had so cadaverous an air that it surprised you to notice how full and sensual were his lips. He wore his hair very long. His dark eyes, set deep in their sockets, were large and tragic; and his hands with their big, long fingers, were finely shaped; they gave him a look of great strength.

But the most striking thing about him was the feeling he gave you of suppressed fire. It was impressive and vaguely troubling. He was not a man with whom any intimacy was possible. When I was quite a young man she was married a good deal older than I, but now she treated me as her contemporary.

She never thought to conceal the fact that she dyed her hair it was a very pretty brown with reddish tints , and she said she did this because her hair was hideous while it was going grey; as soon as hers was white she would cease to dye it. Meanwhile her face was painted, though with discretion, and her eyes owed not a little of their vivacity to art. She was a beautiful woman, exquisitely gowned, and in the sombre glow of the alabaster lamps did not look a day more than the forty she gave herself.

Somerset Maugham to have no notion of smth. Tower looked a good fifty-five. She was evidently short-sighted, for she looked at you through large gold-rimmed spectacles. Tower pursed her lips. She kept her face bravely. I noticed that when she smiled she showed white small regular teeth. They were a real beauty. Her smile was certainly very sweet from W. Worcester is a town on the West Midlands. He was slight, not very tall, with fair hair in which there was a hint of natural wave, clean-shaven and blue-eyed.

He was not particularly good- looking, but he had a pleasant, amiable face. In ten years he would probably be wizened and sallow; but now, in extreme youth, he was fresh and clean and blooming. For he was certainly not more than twenty-four. His blue eyes fell immediately on Mrs. Fowler, his face lit up, and he went towards her with both hands outstretched. Fowler gave him hers, a demure smile on her lips. For the astonishment and then the dismay that for an instant she could not conceal were quickly driven away, and her face assumed an expression of affable woman.

But she was evidently at a loss for words. Fowler alone kept perfectly calm.

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Tower talked vivaciously; but I wondered if Gilbert saw how hard and vindictive was the expression of her eyes behind the mask of friendliness that she turned to him. She was measuring him. I could see that she was in a passion, for under her rouge her cheeks glowed with an angry red. Suddenly she gave Gilbert a shy little smile. Tower and I were witnesses. Gilbert in a smart blue suit looked absurdly young, and he was obviously nervous.

It is a trying moment for any man. But Jane kept her admirable composure. She might have been in the habit of marrying as frequently as a woman of fashion. Only a slight colour on her cheeks suggested that beneath her calm was some faint excitement. It is a thrilling moment for any woman. She was not a young woman, for her hair was iron-grey; it was cut very short and clustered thickly round her well-shaped head in tight curls.

She made no attempt at youth, for she was conspicuous in that gathering by using neither lipstick, rouge nor powder. Her face, not a particularly beautiful one, was red and weather-beaten; but because it owed nothing to artifice had naturalness that was very pleasing. It contrasted oddly with the whiteness of her shoulders. They were really magnificent.

A woman of thirty might have been proud of them. But her dress was extraordinary. At that moment she was speaking. Her friend was turned up towards her with an anticipatory smile. He looked a trifle conceited perhaps; yet, when he exerted himself, he had an attractive way. Anyone younger seemed immature, anyone older had lost her charm. A big man, in a new gray tweed suit, with a pleasing, sonorous voice, with the manner of a well- bred father.

Her ravaged beauty made the fresh and blooming comeliness of youth a trifle insipid. But Elizabeth Vermont painted not to imitate nature, but to improve it. It hesitated for a moment about her lips and then slowly travelled to those great shining eyes of hers and there softly lingered. His arms were very long even for such a tall man, and the huge, bony hands were gnarled and knotted. His nose was a large, fleshy, hawk-like beak, his chin was large and extraordinarily long. His head, covered with thick, coarse brown hair, was very laige at the back, the ears were small and laid close to the head.

He had an ordinary face, for which she was grateful, but there was something slinghtly unreal about it, as thought she were seeing it on a cinema screen. All the same, it was very easy to picture him sitting in this kitchen, eating breakfast before putting on his hat each morning and going off to work. She felt suddenly glad to have him here in the kitchen, for his presence took the edge off the emptiness and silence which lately had seemed to fill up every comer of the house.

Now she heard her mother talking about Mr. That indicates idleness. Curry looked very dapper, very smart, and she had no idea at all what work he was doing. Then, one evening in July, she decided to explore, to discover what she could find out from other people in town And there, on a comer opposite the hotel she saw Mr. Esme Fanshaw put her hand to her face, feeling herself flush, and wishing to conceal herself from him Curry danced, a fixed smile on his elderly face.

It was that English face which, with various small deviations, has been looking down so long from the walls of countless picture galleries and country houses. He was a detective, and he must be at least six feet tall, big through the shoulder and with the beginning of a gut. It was an Irish voice oiled with a sence of its authority, and in control of a thousand irritations. He was about five-eight in height, almost slim, with a hard, clean face and the sort of cold blue eyes which live for a contest. With high heels she stood at least an inch over me.

She had a- huge mass of black hair and striking green eyes sufficiently arrogant and upon occasion sufficiently amused to belong to a queen. It was her voice however which seduced one first. Her face was large and all-but-honest; her voice was a masterwork of treachery. Clear as a bell, yet slithery with innuendo, it leaped like a deer, slipped like a snake. It may have been the voice of a woman you would not trust for an instant, but I did not know if I could forget it.

Forestier was a very nice woman. Kindly people often say that of a woman when they can say nothing about her, and it has come to be looked upon as a cold praise. I do not mean it as such. She was as tall as the average man; she had a large mouth and a great hooked nose, pale-blue short-sighted eyes and big ugly hands. Her skin was lined and weather-beaten, but she made up heavily, and her hair, which she wore long, was dyed golden, tightly marcelled and elaborately dressed.

She did everything she could to counteract the aggressive masculinity of her appearance, and succeeded only in looking like a vaudeville artist doing a female impersonation. It took you sometime to discover this, for when first you knew her you took her for a figure of fun, and then when you knew her better and had suffered from her clumsiness she exasperated you; but when you did discover it, you thought yourself very stupid not to have known it all the time, for then it looked out at you through those pale- blue, near-sighted eyes, rather shyly, but with a sincerity that only a fool could miss.

Those dainty muslins, those virginal silks, clothed not the uncouth body but the fresh, girlish spirit. You forgot that she broke your china and looked like a man dressed up as a woman, you saw her as she saw herself, as indeed she really was if reality were visible, as a dear little thing with a heart of gold.

He aspired to hold in his mind the totality of human learning. She had a regal bearing, though without hauteur. The long braids of honey-gold hair looped low on her neck, the strong white teeth between full red lips, the straight Roman nose, slightly and amusingly turned up at the end, and the finely modeled chin and cheekbones which lent her face strength to match its beauty. Michelangelo turned his gaze to the girl walking beside him. On her thick dark hair was a rose satin cap.

She was so pale that not even the rose-coloured cap and gown could throw colour into her thin cheeks. She stopped in her walk. He could not take his gaze from this slender, piquant-faced girl. He had a broad pleasant face, without a vestige of strain. He was wearing a soft black wool robe with a white ruffled collar.

Speak on the characters o f the English, American and Ukrainian people. Englishmen as individuals may have been insecure, threatened with the loss of a job, unsure of themselves, or unhappy in many ways; but as a nation they have been for centuries secure, serene in their national successes. They have not lived in a state of hatred of their neighbours, as Frenchmen or Germans have often lived. This national sense of security, hardly threatened by the Armada, or by Napoleon, or by the First World War, has been greatly weakened by the Second World War and by the invention of the atomic bomb.

Their authors are by no means always in agreement, but they tend to point out what seem to them puzzles, contrasts, in the way the English behave. A few of these contrasts may serve to sum up how the world looks at the English. First, there is the contrast between the unity the English display in a crisis, their strong sense for public order, indeed for conformity, and their extraordinary toleration of individual eccentricities. Frenchmen are often puzzled by the vehemence of English political debates, by Hyde Park public orators, and similar aspects of English life, which in their own country would seem signs of grave political disturbance.

Second, there is the contrast between English democracy, the English sense of the dignity and importance of the individual, and the very great social and economic inequalities that have hitherto characterized English life. There has recently been some tendency to allow greater social equality. The English tradition in philosophy has always been realistic and hostile to mysticism; yet the English look down on the French as narrow rationalists. Since time immemorial Ukrainians have been known as hard-working, thrifty, skilled farmers emotionally strongly affiliated to their native parts, good family men and devoted wives.

They are typically kind-hearted, friendly, hospitable and well-wishing to both fellow countrymen and foreigners; they are cautious yet inclined to romanticism and sentimentality. They are determined, resourceful, brave, staunch, ready for self-sacrifice. For the most part they are not given to sudden affectations and quick and short-lived affiliations. Instead, their passions bum low but strong and steady. Characteristically, they fall into pensive moods; they may be sad, then suddenly burst with unabaited optimism and infectious vitality.

They have a very special sense of humour. They can be bitingiy ironical. First many of them are descendants of the original settlers. Whatever their ethnic origins, the Americans of New England, ,the Midwest, the Far West, the South and Southwest all have special characteristics of their region. Yet they also have certain things in common. Most Americans have great vigour and enthusiasm. They prefer to discipline themselves rathei than be disciplined by others.

They pride themselves on their independence, their right to make up their own minds. They are prepared to take the initiative, even when there is a risk in doing so. They have courage and do not give in easily. They will take any sort of job anywhere rather than be unemployed. They do not care to be looked after by the Government.

The average American changes his or her job nine or ten times during his or her working life. They are considered sentimental. Reunions with family or friends tend to be emotional too. They love to boast, though often with tongue in cheek. They have a wide knowledge of everyday things, and a keen interest in their particular city and State. The Americans have a passion for grandeur.

Is the sole aim of most Americans to make money and possess luxuries which could be called excessive? The majority of Americans would certainly deny this, though most feel proud to amass wealth and possessions through hard work. It has been said that the incuvidual American is generous, but that the American nation is hard. The USA is reputed to be a classless society. There is certainly not much social snobbery or job snobbery. This is partly explained by the fact that people of all income groups go together to the same schools. The qualities I would like in a date: beauty humour generosity sexiness intelligence seriousness kindness energy honesty success mystery sympathy 2.

I feel most comfortable with people who are: athletic reserved peaceful successful intellectual protective exiting fun-loving romantic artistic ambitions extravagant 3. The occupations I am most interested in are: medical fine arts engineering social work legal economics science linguistics education sports home economics other 4.

My favourite activities are: movies dancing politics partying TV music social work cooking sports reading talking painting 5. People think that I am: shy pessimistic gullible talented strong brave attractive successful reliable intellectual amusing optimistic tough tactful argumentative a loner 6. Exercise Prove that the proverbs sayings have sense: 1. The face is the index of the mind. A good face is a letter of recommendation. Handsome is as handsome does. Never judge by appearances. A fair face may hide a foul heart. Little bodies may have great souls.

Men are not to be measured by inches. First impressions are most lasting. A man is as old as he feels, and a woman is as old as she looks. Extreems meet. Exercise Match the idioms in the first column with their definitions in the second column. Present your stories or dialogues in class without mentioning the idiom itself.

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Make your group-mates guess which of the idioms each story illustrates. Exercise Use these common idiomatic phrases in a natural context, first make sure that you know what they mean: 1. Whose face was plain. Who was surpassingly handsome, close up, either fullface, or in profile. Who had an awesome physical strength and could bend iron pokers or silver coins. Whose thick hair stands wildly about her head. Whose hair still retained its colour, and there was no sign of baldness yet. Whose hair was turning grey over his ears. Who wore her hair braided old-fashioned in long pig-tails.

Who had a dark pencil-line moustache. Whose eyes were small and blight in deep sockets. Whose brown hair curled loosely, softly, not in tight kinks. Who was at least half a head shorter than my brother had been. Who came only to her shoulders when they stood together on the stage. Exercise Give the meaning o f the following in your own words: 1. He gave a little laugh. He furrowed the skin of his forehead as though searching for words. His lips were drawn back from his teeth.

He winked at her. He narrowed his eyes against the sun. He rolled his eyes skywards. She back-combed her hair. She drew a hair-pin out of her hair. I splashed some water over my shoulders. She had once been noted for her beauty. He looked older than his age. He wore a fixed smile. She gave a knowing smile. She made a pretence of smiling. He was choking with laughter. He burst into a happy, unguarded laught.

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She rubbed her nose, as though it tickled. He always had a runny nose.

He had big teeth that stuck out in front. She laughed with a flash of gold teeth. He shut his teeth together hard. He had huge bags under his eys. Tears blinded his eyes. Her laugh became a cough. Her dark blue eyes were red with weeping. His eyes watered from the wind. She bit her lips.

She wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Her legs were like stalks. Exercise Match each expression in the left-hand column with the best meaning in the right-hand column. Exercise Choose your colour in accordance with your character: Each of us has a favourite colour. Calm and peaceful people prefer one colour, while those who are dynamic and active prefer another and so on. Which is your favourite colour? Green If green is your favourite colour, it means you are dynamic and quite active. This balance allows you to understand every situation well and to make right choices.

You are always looking to improve your situation and that of those around you. In fact you are ready to help everybody. You have a friendly character and are very sociable. You are quite sociable and are full of brilliant ideas. You like to fantasize about your future and always like to discover new things in life. You are adventurous. But, perhaps you should pay more attention to reality instead of living in dreams. Nevertheless, you like to compare yourself with others and this helps you to be more realistic in your thinking. You are honest and put all your effort in whatever you do.

Red You are full of life and are energetic. You have many interests to which you give a lot of attention. Often, you set yourself a target and you do your best to reach it. You are always on the move. You like to practise various sports and meet new people. Blue Blue represents tranquility and calm. You like to be in harmony with your surroundings and feel safe in them. You have a balanced attitude towards everything.

You are considered to be an affectionate person. Try to find the description o f your personality. Discuss in groups what new things you have learnt about yourselffrom your horoscope. With over 4, million people in the world, no two sets of finger-prints or personalities are identical. They tend to be commanding rather than deferential or considerate of the feelings of others.

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Aries subjects say what they think and feel at the time of speaking. They like nothing better than having a good gossip. They have a knack of drawing people out while disclosing very little themselves. They often make skilful orators and political speakers. They tend to be critical, matter-of-fact and precise. They believe in the kind, encouraging word, avoiding argument or abuse. Because of their quiet, courteous ways, they often fail to make the impact of their words, ideas or merit. They can be sarcastic and use words as weapons both to hurt and mislead. One minute they can be profound, the next, laughing at themselves.

Brilliant comedians are very often Aquariuses. They often act out their story, mimicing the characters involved, and adding flashes of humour or pathos as the whim takes them. Brothers of Siam. Siamese twins are born with part of their bodies joined together. Their names were Chang and Eng Bunker. The doctor could do nothing for them, so they remained joined together for their whole lives. Nowadays there is a big operation which can separate such twins.

Chang and Eng had different characters. Chang used to play poker a card game for money and poor Eng had to stay all night with him because he could not leave his side. They married two American sisters.

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Their wives lived in two separate houses and the brothers used to spend three days in one house, then three days in the other. Eng had ten children and Chang had twelve. When they were sixty-three years old, Chang died of bronchitis. Three hours later, Eng died too. The reason for it is very simple. The major one is that I always gave my preference to the humanities, especially English. I should confess it was my favourite subject at school and I did well in this subject without any effort.

My English teacher was a person I loved best at school because our English lessons were always interesting and instructive. I always looked forward to the next English lesson but unfortunately those lessons were very few. Besides, my private lessons on English were of great help to improve my English grammar. I tried to read adapted English books, newspapers and magazines in English on a regular basis.

But there is no doubt, the best way to improve English is to work at a language laboratory. I was lucky to, have a very good language laboratory at my school. It had modern equipment and we used to spend plenty of time in it listening to different cassettes, imitating the sounds and intonation of native speakers of English. But what I find especially useful for one mastering English is listening to the broadcasts of TV and radio programmes. The speech of native speakers of English served me as a good example which I always tiled to imitate. After graduating from the Pedagogical University I want to work as a teacher at school.

Nowadays the teachers of English are in great demand in our country. It is not a secret that our schools need good teachers of foreign languages, especially of English. This noblest profession demands of the teacher constant thought, love for children and devotion to his cause. Everyone is a unique individual. To be a good teacher you must be interested in what you are doing because every time you learn something new, you become something new.

A good teacher develops in his pupils the desire to know and love for the truth and beauty. Teaching is a constant stream of decisions, and for this reason it demands great patience. Millions of our teachers are proud of their profession and of their role in educating young people. The profession of a teacher is a noble and important one. But at the same time it is also a very difficult and responsible job. His aim in life is to develop the character and to broaden the world outlook of his pupils. Besides, it is a person who is always ready to help his pupils, who takes a real interest in their work.

What is your place of employment? How long have you been working in your special field? How long have you been in your trade? What is he she? What is your regular business? Have you a big staff? I am out of work job now. I am looking searching for a job. I am interested in getting into a field of I have an appointment for a job interview at I attended the course of I was promoted to the position of I am familiar with the requirements of this job and I believe I meet them completely.

I am a friendly, co-operative sociable person. In my previous position I was in charge of I supervised I participated I developed I managed I organized What exactly are my duties? Will there be any opportunities for advancement? What is the salary? What benefits do people working here have? What deductions will be made from my salary? I am poor bad hand at this. I am not equal to this task. I am negligent of my duties.