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"Glad You Came" 

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jurassic park from the raptors’ perspective 

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LITERARY INTELLECTUAL TEAM NO. 4

LITERARY INTELLECTUAL TEAM NO. 4

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Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez


Love in the Time of Cholera is an epic saga chronicling the loves of Florentino Ariza and Fermina Daza. It begins with the innocent and clandestine love affair of their youth. Fermina abruptly ends the romance after returning from a prolonged trip away she realises that her love for Florentino was something of an illusion. Her rejection of the hopelessly romantic and slightly awkward Florentino is followed by her marriage to the more pragmatic and self-assured Dr Urbino. The novel then follows the next fifty years of their lives: Fermina’s marriage and Florentinos many strange affairs with other women, before, finally their romance is rekindled in old age.


Cholera, a word that denotes both disease and passion, is a metaphor for the physical and emotional ravages of love. Almost akin to a form of seasickness Fermina and Florentino on their voyages through life experience many forms of love, its loss and its recapture, before finally setting off into unchartered waters.


Marquez, who had to wait fourteen years to marry his own wife, was inspired to write the story based on own experience and those of his parents. However, whilst this served as material for the earlier parts of the novel, the love that blossoms in later life was inspired by a newspaper story about the death of two Americans, who were almost 80 years old, who met every year in Acapulco. They were out in a boat one day and were murdered by the boatman with his oars. García Márquez remarked that "Through their death, the story of their secret romance became known. I was fascinated by them. They were each married to other people."


The book in the photographs is a first English translation, published by Jonathan Cape in 1998.


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“She was of the stuff of which great men’s mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, hated at tea parties, feared in shops, and loved at crises.”—Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd

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“She was of the stuff of which great men’s mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, hated at tea parties, feared in shops, and loved at crises.”
—Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd

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Double post today! For the end of the issue. Chapter Four will start on Tuesday

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE!

Chapter Four will start on Tuesday.

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Hinny according to J.K. Rowling (July 16, 2005, interview by Mugglenet and Leaky Cauldron)

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"The plan was, which I really hope I fulfilled, is that the reader, like Harry, would gradually discover Ginny as pretty much the ideal girl for Harry. She’s though, not in an unpleasant way, but she’s gutsy.

"Yeah, size is no guarantee of power," said George. "Look at Ginny."

"What d’ you mean?" said Harry.

"You’ve never been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes, have you?"

"He needs to be with someone who can stand the demands of being with Harry Potter, because he’s a scary boyfriend in a lot of ways. He’s a marked man.”

"I didn’t want anyone to talk to me," said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.

"Well, that was a bit stupid of you," said Ginny angrily, "seeing as you don’t anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels."

Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled around.

"I forgot," he said.

"Lucky you," said Ginny coolly.

"I think she’s funny, and I think she’s very warm and compassionate. These are all things that Harry requires in his ideal woman.”

"E is always so thoughtful," purred Fleur adoringly, stroking Bill’s nose.

Ginny mimed vomiting into her cereal behind Fleur. Harry choked over his cornflakes, and Ron thumped him on his back.

A much smaller and warmer hand had enclosed his and was pulling him upward. He obeyed its pressure without really thinking about it. Only as he walked blindly back through the crowd did he realize, from a trace of flowery scent on the air, that it was Ginny who was leading him back into the castle.

"So have you had a good term?"

"Oh, it’s been allright," said Luna. "A bit lonely without the D.A. . Ginny’s been nice, though. She stopped two boys in our Transfiguration class calling me ‘Loony’ the other day—"

"But, I felt - and I’m talking years ago when all this was planned - initially, she’s terrified by his image. I mean, he’s a bit of a rock god to her when she sees him first, at 10 or 11, and he’s this famous boy. ”

The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun.

"So Ginny had to go through a journey as well. And rather like with Ron, I didn’t want Ginny to be the first girl that Harry ever kissed. That’s something I meant to say, and it’s kind of tied in. One of the ways in which I tried to show that Harry has done a lot of growing up - in "Phoenix", remember when Cho comes into the compartment and he thinks, "I wish I could have been discovered sitting with better people”, basically? He’s with Luna and Neville.”

Harry slumped back in his seat and groaned. He would have liked Cho to discover him sitting with a group of very cool people laughing their heads off at a joke he had just told; he would not have chosen to be sitting with Neville and Loony Lovegood, clutching a toad and dripping in Stinksap.

"So literally the identical thing happens in "Prince", and he’s with Luna and Neville again, but this time, he was grown up, and as far as he’s concerned he is with two of the coolest people on the train. They may not look that cool. Harry has really grown.”

"People expect you have cooler friends than us," said Luna, once again displaying her knack for embarassing honesty.

"You are cool," said Harry shortly. "None of them was at the Ministry. They didn’t fight with me."

"And I feel that Ginny and Harry, in this book, they are total equals. They are worthy for each other.”

She looked alarmed and angry. Harry knew what was on her mind at once.

Laughing, Harry broke free of the rest of the team and hugged Ginny, but let go very quickly.

 ”You could’ve taken anyone!” said Ron in disbelief over dinner. “Anyone! And you chose Loony Lovegood?”

"Don’t call her that, Ron!" snapped Ginny, pausing behind Harry on her way to join friends. “I’m really glad you’re taking her, Harry, she’s so excited.”

Yet Harry could not help himself talking to Ginny, laughing with her, walking back from practice with her; however, much his conscience ached, he found himself wondering how to get her  on her own.

He could feel Ginny’s eyes on him now but did not meet them; he did not want to see disappointment or anger there.

"Give it a rest, Hermione!" said Ginny, and Harry was so amazed, so grateful, he looked up. “By the sound of it, Malfoy was trying to use an Unforgivable Curse, you should be glad Harry had something good up his sleeve!” 

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. 

The creature in his chest roaring in triumph, he grinned down at Ginny and gestured wordlessly out of the portrait hole. A long walk in the grounds seemed indicated, during which - if they had time - they might discuss the match.

"You’d think people had better things to gossip about," said Ginny, as she sat on the common-room floor, leaning against Harry’s legs and reading the Daily Prophet. “Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it’s true you’ve got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest.”

Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them. 

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her it’s a Hungarian Horntail," said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. “Much more macho.”

"Thanks," said Harry, grinning.

"She’s not that bad," said Harry. "Ugly, though," he added hastily, as Ginny raised her eyebrows, and she let out a reluctant giggle.

"They’ve both gone through a big emotional journey, and they’ve really got over a lot of delusions, to use your word, together. So, I enjoyed writing that. I really like Ginny as a character."

Harry looked at Ginny, Ron and Hermione: Ron’s face was screwed up as though the sunlight was blinding him. Hermione’s face was glazed with tears, but Ginny was no longer crying. She met Harry’s gaze with the same hard, blazing look that he had seen when she had hugged him after winning the Quidditch Cup in his absence, and he knew that at that moment they understood each other perfectly, and that when he told her what he was going to do now, she would not say “Be careful”, or “Don’t do it”, but accept his decision, because she would not have expected anything less of him.

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