There were barbershops, a Parisian sidewalk café, a swimming pool, a squash court, bars and smoking rooms, and libraries. The ship was the largest passenger ship ever built - 882 feet long and more than 45,000 tons. It was on this day in 1912 that the RMS Titanic sank on its first voyage across the Atlantic. (So the crew would protest) 'that he's bought us the best. Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes!īut we've got our brave Captain to thank' So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply 'What's the good of Mercator's North Poles and Equators, "He had brought a large map representing the sea,Īnd the crew were much pleased when they found it to be
It is calculated that the energy wasted yearly in denouncing these maps to their face would build the Eiffel Tower in thirteen weeks." Barrie said: "Prominent among the curses of civilization is the map that folds up 'convenient for the pocket.' There are men who can do almost everything except shut a map. Oscar Wilde said, "A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing."
Miguel de Cervantes said, "Journey all over the universe in a map, without the expense and fatigue of traveling, without suffering the inconveniences of heat, cold, hunger, and thirst." They started with maps for businesses, and soon moved to world maps, atlases, and on this day in 1924, the first road atlas. McNally and Rand figured out an inexpensive way to mass-produce maps using wax engraving. They printed railroad tickets and guides, a newspaper, business directories, and, finally, maps. They managed the printing shop for the Chicago Tribune, and in less than 10 years, they started printing their own publications under the name Rand, McNally, and Co. His first employee was Andrew McNally, a newly arrived Irish immigrant. It wasn't called a road atlas then - it was called "Rand McNally Auto Chum." The Rand McNally company had its roots in 1856, when William H. It was on this day in 1924 that Rand McNally released its first road atlas. In The Portrait of a Lady (1880), he wrote this sentence: "The house had a name and a history the old gentleman taking his tea would have been delighted to tell you these things: how it had been built under Edward the Sixth, had offered a night's hospitality to the great Elizabeth (whose august person had extended itself upon a huge, magnificent and terribly angular bed which still formed the principal honor of the sleeping apartments), had been a good deal bruised and defaced in Cromwell's wars, and then, under the Restoration, repaired and much enlarged and how, finally, after having been remodeled and disfigured in the eighteenth century, it had passed into the careful keeping of a shrewd American banker, who had bought it originally because (owing to circumstances too complicated to set forth) it was offered at a great bargain: bought it with much grumbling at its ugliness, its antiquity, its incommodity, and who now, at the end of twenty years, had become conscious of a real aesthetic passion for it, so that he knew all its points and would tell you just where to stand to see them in combination and just the hour when the shadows of its various protuberances - which fell so softly upon the warm, weary brickwork - were of the right measure." And indeed he did - he woke up one morning with all of the supporting characters fully formed in his mind, and wrote a novel from there. He was convinced that he would be able to figure out her story as he wrote. Instead, he created a character named Isabel Archer, a lively, intelligent, but naïve American heiress. When he began Portrait of a Lady, he had no idea what would happen by the end. James found that elbow room two years later, when he spent three months in Florence in the spring of 1879.
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It is the portrait of the character and recital of the adventures of a woman - a great swell, psychologically a grand nature - accompanied with many 'developments.' I would rather wait and do it when I can have full elbow room." He had been planning this novel for years - in February of 1877, he wrote to his friend and editor William Dean Howells about plans for a new serial: "I should not make use of the subject I had in mind when I last alluded to this matter - that is essentially not compressible into so small a compass. One of his great novels was The Portrait of a Lady (1881).
It's the birthday of the novelist Henry James ( books by this author), the master of the long sentence, born in New York City (1843).
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