Hi everyone, Sean with jaspyscasebrakes.com here doing 2020-2021 a community obsidian basketball six box half case break picker team number 13 Where obviously all card ship and we're looking for crazy stuff like these So there's also a $400 break credit giveaway So how to be entered in the $400 break credit giveaway by two or more teams in the break get entered to win No max entries two teams one entry four teams two entries six teams three entries, etc If you only buy one team will not be entered top four names each hundred and a hundred dollars in break credit I'm writing myself a note right now. So I don't forget to do the break Because I probably would have at this point so All card ship and thanks to everybody for getting in here is our full list of customers and respected teams from ricks Iran on the Hawks down to Andrew Wu and the Wizards We do have one random number block here with three different teams in it Here's the results of that random number block from a Vincent down and zero down to Carl and nine The numbers zero matters because zero gets any and all redemptions for those three teams in the random number block Even though in one of one redemptions, but Vincent also has spot one. So he gets all one of ones anyway, so Here is that random number block randomizer that videos have been uploaded itself any non numbered cards for these teams Also will be randomized to one person as a lot at the end of the break. So one number in the break Here are those lists in person. Is it really Rex Roth selling for 2700. I Don't know Rex. Still you still overcharge me. I paid a friend a friend premium and Supposed friend premium and here's that random number block like I said Minnesota Golden State Warriors and Orlando there But thanks to everybody for getting in here is our case. This is the first half of a case second half will be in Picotine 14 So let's pop this open and figure out which half we're doing So dice roll left boxes one two three right boxes four five six Good luck to two There you go. So it's gonna be the box on the left box on the right will be for Picotine 14 It's hard to really kind of differentiate on these are right on these but PC tensile for 9k Shit, I got to get greater than So I'm writing a 14 on there for you guys So so you guys can see that those are all from the same case Obviously, it's hard to see because it's black-on-black, but you can see the 14 on there That way you can see those are here for Picotine 14, which will be in the store But let's get back to our break the one that matters right now Picotine 13 it's kind of crazy Rex Did I tell you I pulled I pulled one from a Pulled one for myself to Rex, but not the I think yours was the variation right now. I have both versions My buddy is buying Adele I'm sticking to what I'm what I'm going for I like the guy So questionable on them I've moved on to Andrew Vaughan though I'm now friends with Andrew Vaughan not Joe Dell.  Remember Rex. I bought that black gold Mosaic auto Justin Herbert week one of last season for Pretty much a thousand bucks That out of eight auto good luck everybody You've got Anthony Davis tunnel vision die cut for the Lakers Abran Salvador, that's 31 out of 75 and Chris Boucher for the Raptors David Bottarino 16 out of 99 Robert Covington for the Trailblazers and Patrick Davis non-numbered Skyler Maze rookie for the Hawks Rick Serrano and Steph Curry for the Warriors That's part of the random number block Like I said all the non numbered cards for the random number block will be randomized to one person at the end of the break You got Luke canard volcanic signatures for the Clippers and Patrick Davis That is 35 out of 50 and pinstripe emica Zubac for the Clippers and Patrick Davis And that is 32 out of 99 Killian Hayes For the Pistons David Bottarino that is four out of ten very nice And Joellen Bede for the 76ers Michael Park is 88 out of 99 Jimmy Butler for the Heat and Row Bow Rinder Goddard and Danny Abdeja for the Wizards Andrew Wu And Carl Anthony Towns for the Timberwolves and that's part of the random number block non numbered randomizer at the end We got Lugans Dort volcanic autograph for the Thunder Ryan Cason That is 108 out of 149 and CJ Laby Jersey and Otto For the Timberwolves. I'm sorry not Timberwolves for Blazers Patrick Davis. It is 50 out of 99 You've got LeBron James die cut. That's always good 11 out of 75 for the Lakers and Abraham Salvador and Russ Westbrook his new teammate for the Wizards Andrew Wu 26 out of 50 you got James Harden for the Nets Petrit Nassage Deandre Hunter for the Hawks Rick Serrano and Deandre Hunter for the Hawks Rick Serrano So you got one and two of them same exact number non numbered on either one Interesting Yeah, I get you and you got Aaron holiday for the Pacers Lightning strike autograph Indiana Pacers David Bottarino. That is 48 out of 49 Onyx autograph Facundo Campazo for the Denver Nuggets and Abraham Salvador And that is 60 out of 75 Three boxes in three boxes to go Let's heat it up You got Pascal Siakham die cut for the Raptors and David Bottarino 55 out of 99 and Ant-Man Anthony Edwards Timberwolves that is random number block And that is 82 out of 99 spot to Connor Kawashima last spot mojo There you go Connor Congrats, man Daddy is young for the Bulls is Michael Park Dylan Brooks for the Grizzlies David Bottarino and Dearon Fox for the Kings and Sean Matt there you go Connor Congrats, man nice Anthony Edwards 82 out of 99 spot two for you Skyler Mays, Jersey and Otto rookie for the Atlanta Hawks and Rick Serrano. That is 85 out of 99s and Sean Kemp lightning strike autograph goes to the Seattle Super Sonics Which is the Oklahoma City Thunder and Ryan Kasin that is 8 out of 25 Love Sean Kemp You've got Chris Paul pitch black die cut for the Suns that is 44 out of 75 Phoenix Suns Abron Salvador and Keldon Johnson for the Spurs Oliver Soria four out of 25 Theo Miladon for the Thunder and Ryan Kasin And Rudy Gobert in the Jazz David Bottarino and Eric Bledsoe for the Pelicans and Abron Salvador Right Oliver Trey Burke Volcanic autograph for the Dallas Mavericks That is Ryan Kasin 92 out of 149 and Rookie dual relic Otto Aaron Naismith for the Celtics in Orlando Luna that is 78 out of 99 and One box or one. Yeah one box left from this first half six box half case break. Let's finish for something big Lamar Stevens for the Cavaliers Adam Bernstein That is 12 out of 25 and a Yana supernova for the Bucks Rick Serrano 25 out of 75 Danny Green for the 76ers Michael Park RJ Barrett for the Knicks and David Bottarino and Damar de Rosen for the Spurs and Oliver Soria We're going Bucks again. It's Sam Merrill Onyx autograph Milwaukee Bucks and Rick Serrano That is 20 out of 50 and to finish it off two-color RPA Peyton Prichard for the Celtics and Orlando Luna. I just want to finish it off with That is nine out of ten Out of ten RPA Peyton Prichard to finish it off There you go guys, that was the six box half case break One randomizer to do which is for the non numbered cards in the random number block So let's take the numbers from the random number block and randomize those top number after One in a five six times on the random number block gets the non numbered cards for the break. Good luck Six and final time. It's gonna go to five spot five, which is Abraham Salvador So six times on the randomizer spot five on top and six times on the dice So spot five Abram Salvador with the non numbered cards for the break David's correct I also have a break credit break randomizer to go which we're gonna use the same dice roll Which is six times on the randomizer, but now we need to figure out how many people are in on that one Thank you David. I have the note right here, and I didn't even pay attention So for the break credit one we need to take all the names Copy that over to a new list Thanks, dude I'm gonna alphabetize this so we got to figure out how many people have multiple spots random number block Copy doesn't count Abram himself has four so that'll get two spots Adam thanks for getting in and Andrew thanks for getting in Bo. Thanks for getting in David Bararino, you've got six so three spots for you Thanks, dude Michael Park you've got two so one for you Oliver's got two so one for you Orlando. Thanks for getting in Patrick with two one for you Patrick thanks for getting in Rick with two gets one Ryan with two gets one And Sean with two So from Abram down to Sean we got 11 people on the randomizer and once again it is the top four Top four hundred dollars in break credit each so another randomizer we're gonna use the same dice roll, which was six There you go. So dice roll, which is six Good luck guys Top four names hundred dollars of break credit each Six and final time Abram Abram David Patrick there you go David got you in there six times on the randomizer Six times on the dice Abram Abram David and Patrick Abram since you're on there twice You'll get one break credit of 200 dollars instead of two one hundred dollar break credits David Patrick same one hundred dollar break credit for you guys and there you go that wraps it up That was 2020 2021 Panini Obsidian basketball six box half case break picker team number 13 from jaspyscasebreaks.com Second half of this case will be available in picker team number 14 I have a feeling there's gonna be something big in that one First half was a little bit light. So get your spots picker team 14. I'm Sean jaspyscasebreaks.com. Thanks for hanging out. See you next time


Volume 4 Chapter 11 of Clayhanger by Arnold Bennett. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. CHAPTER 11 BEGINNING OF THE NIGHT The next day was full of strange suspense. It was coloured throughout with that quality of strangeness which puts a new light on all quotidian occupations, and exposes their fundamental unimportance. Edwin arose to the fact that a thick grey fog was wrapping the town. When he returned home to breakfast at nine, the fog was certainly more opaque than it had been an hour earlier. The steam-cars passed like phantoms with a continuous clanging of bells. He breakfasted under gas and alone. Maggie was invisible, or only to be seen momentarily, flying across the domestic horizon. She gave out that she was very busy in the attics, cleaning those shockingly neglected rooms. "'Please, sir,' said the servant, Ms. Clayhanger says she's been across to Mr. Orgreaves, and Master George is about the same." Maggie would not come and tell him herself. On the previous evening he had not seen her after the reception of the news about the vicar. She had gone upstairs when he came back from the post-office. Beyond doubt she was too disturbed emotionally to be able to face him with her customary tranquility. She was getting over the shock with brush and duster up in the attics. He was glad that she had not attempted to be as usual. The ordeal of attempting to be as usual would have tried him perhaps as severely as her. She went forth again into the fog in a high state of agitation, constricted with sympathetic distress on Maggie's account, apprehensive for the boy, and painfully expectant of the end of the day. The whole day slipped away so, hour after monotonous hour, while people talked about influenza and about distinguished patients, and doctors hurried from house to house, and the fog itself seemed to be the visible mantle of the disease. And the end of the day brought nothing to Edwin save an acutia expectancy. George varied on the whole he was worse, not much worse, but worse. Dr. Sterling saw him twice. No message arrived from Hilda, nor did she come in person. Maggie watched George for five hours in the late afternoon and evening while Janet rested. At eight o'clock when there was no further hope of a telegram from Hilda, everybody pretended to concur in the view that Hilda, knowing her boy better than anybody else, and having already seen him through an attack of influenza, had not been unduly alarmed by the telegraphic news of his temperature, and was content to write. She might probably be arranging to come on the morrow. After all George's temperature had reached 104 in their previous attack. Then there was the fog, the fog would account for anything. Nevertheless nobody was really satisfied by these explanations of Hilda's silence and absence. In every heart lay the secret and sinister thought of the queerness and the incalculableness of Hilda. Edwin called several times on the Orgreaves. He finally left the house about ten o'clock, with some difficulty tracing his way home from gas-lamp to gas-lamp through the fog. Mr. Orgreave himself had escorted him with a lantern round the wilderness of the lawn to the gates. We shall have a letter in the morning, Mr. Orgreave had said. Bound to, Edwin had replied. And they had both superiorly puffed away into the fog the absurd misgivings of women. Knowing that he was in no condition to sleep, Edwin mended the drawing-room fire and settled down on the sofa to read. But he could do no more read than sleep. He seemed to lie on the sofa for hours while his thoughts jigged with fatiguing monotony in his head. He was extraordinarily wakeful and alive, every sense painfully sharpened. At last he decided to go to bed. In his bedroom he gazed idly out at the blank density of the fog, and then his heart leapt as his eyes distinguished a moving glimmer below in the garden of the Orgreaves. He threw up his window in a tumult of anticipation. The air was absolutely still. Then he heard a voice say, Good-night! It was undoubtedly Dr. Sterling's voice, the Scotch accent was unmistakable. Was the boy worse? Not necessarily, for the doctor had said that he might look in again, last thing, if chance favoured. And the Scotch significance of last thing was notoriously comprehensive. It might include regions beyond midnight. Then Edwin heard another voice. Thanks ever so much! At first it puzzled him. He knew it, and yet could it be the Sunday's voice? Assuredly it was not the voice of Mr. Orgreave, nor of any one living in the house. It reminded him of Sunday's voice. He went out of his bedroom striking a match and going downstairs lit the gas in the hall which he had just extinguished. Then he put on a cap, found a candlestick in the kitchen, unbolted the garden door as quietly as he could, and passed into the garden. The flame of the candle stood upright in the fog. He blundered along to the dividing wall, placed the candle on the top of it, and managed to climb over. Leaving the candle on the wall to guide his return, he approached the house which showed gleams at several windows, and rang the bell. And in fact it was Charlie Orgreave himself who opened the door, and a lantern stuck carelessly on the edge of a chair was still burning in the hall. Part II In a moment he had learnt the chief facts. Hilda had gone up to London, dragged Charlie out of Ealing, and brought him down with her to watch over her child. Once more she had done something which nobody could have foreseen. The train, not the London Express, but the loop, was late. The pair had arrived about half past ten, and a little later Dr. Sterling had fulfilled his promise to look in if he could. The two doctors had conferred across the child's bed, and had found themselves substantially in agreement. Moreover the child was, if anything, somewhat better. The Scotsman had gone. Charles and Hilda had eaten. Hilda meant to sit up and had insisted that Janet should go to bed. It appeared that Janet had rested but not slept in the afternoon. Charlie took Edwin into the small breakfast room where Osmond Orgreave was waiting, and the three men continued to discuss the situation. They were all of them too excited to sit down, though Osmond, and in a less degree Charlie, affected the tranquillity of high philosophers. At first Edwin knew scarcely what he did. His speech and gestures were not the result of conscious volition. He seemed suddenly to have two individualities, and the new one, which was the more intimate one, watched the other as in a dim, lighted dream. She was there in a room above. She had come in response to the telegram, signed Edwin. Last night she was far away. Tonight she was in the very house with him. Miracle! He asked himself, Why should I get myself into this state simply because she is here? It would have been mighty strange if she had not come. I must take myself in hand better than this.  He frowned and coughed. Well said Osmond Orgreave to his son, thrusting out his coat-tails with his hands towards the fire, and swaying slightly to and fro on his heels and toes.  What's the result? He looked at his elegant son with an air half quizzical and half deferential. I've told you he's evidently a little better, Dad, Charlie answered casually. His London department was more marked than ever. The bracingly correct atmosphere of Ealing had given him a rather obvious sense of importance. He had developed into a man with a stake in the country, and he twisted his moustache like such a man, and took out a cigarette like such a man. Yes, I know, said Osmond, with controlled impatience, but what sort of influencer is it? I'm hoping to learn something now you've come. Sterling will talk about anything except influenza. What sort of influencer is it? What do you mean?  This is just like him. But is there any real danger, Edwin murmured? Well, said Osmond bringing up his regiments, as I understand it, there are three types of influenza, the respiratory, the gastrointestinal, and the nervous. Which one is it? Charlie laughed and prodded his father with a forefinger in a soft region near the shoulder, disturbing his balance. You've been reading the BMJ, he said, and so you needn't pretend you haven't. Osmond paused an instant to consider the meaning of these initials. What if I have, he demanded, raising his eyebrows? I say there are three types. 30. You might be nearer the mark with 30. Charlie interrupted him. The fact is that this division into types is all very well in theory, he proceeded with easy disdain, but in practice it won't work out. Now, for instance, what this kid has won't square with any of your three types. It's purely febrile, that's what it is. Rare, decidedly rare, but less rare in children than in adults. At any rate, in my experience? In my experience. If his temperature wasn't so high, I should say the thing might last for days, weeks even. I've known it. The first question I put was, has he been in a stupor he had? It may recur. That, and headache and the absence of localised nervous symptoms, he stopped leaving the sentence in the air, grandiose and formidable, but of no purpose. Charlie shrugged his shoulders, allowing the beholder to choose his own interpretation of the gesture.  You and your British medical journal, Charlie exclaimed, with an irony from which filial affection was not absent, and again prodded his father in the same spot. Of course I know I'm an old man, said Osmond condescendingly rejecting Charlie's condescension. He thought he did not mean what he said nevertheless, it was the expression of the one idea which latterly, beyond all other ideas, had possessed him. Part 3 Janet came into the room and was surprised to see Edwin. She was in a state of extreme fatigue, pale with burning eyes and hair that has lost the gracefulness of its curves. So you know, she said, Edwin nodded. It seems I've got to go to bed, she went on. Father, you must go to bed too, mother's gone. It's frightfully late, come along now. She was insistent, she had been worried during the greater part of the day by her restless parents, and she was determined not to leave either of them at large. Charlie, you might run upstairs and see that everything's all right before I go. I shall get up again at four. I'll be off, said Edwin. Here, hold on a bit, Charlie objected. Wait till I come down, let's have a yarn. You don't want to go to bed yet? Edwin agreed to the suggestion and was left alone in the breakfast room. What struck him was that the new situation created by Hilda's strange caprice had instantly been accepted by everybody and had indeed already begun to seem quite natural. He esteemed highly the demeanor of all the orgrives. Neither he himself nor Maggie could have surpassed them in their determination not to exaggerate the crisis, in their determination to bear themselves simply and easily and to speak with lightness, even with occasional humour. There were few qualities that he admired more than this. And what was her demeanor up there in the bedroom? Suddenly the strangeness of Hilda's caprice presented itself to him as even more strange. She had merely gone to Ealing and captured Charlie. Charlie was understood to have a considerable practice. At her whim all his patience had been abandoned. What an idea to bring him down like this! What tremendous faith in him she must have! And Edwin remembered distinctly that the first person who had ever spoken to him of Hilda was Charlie. And in what terms of admiration? Was there a long and secret understanding between these two? They must assuredly be far more intimate than he had ever suspected. Edwin hated to think that Hilda would depend more upon Charlie than upon himself in a grave difficulty. The notion caused him acute discomfort. He was resentful against Charlie as against a thief who had robbed him of his own, but who could not be apprehended and put to shame. The acute discomfort was jealousy, but this word did not occur to him. I say Edwin began in a new intimate tone when after what seemed a very long interval Charlie or Grieve returned to the breakfast room with the information that for the present all had been done that could be done. What's up? said Charlie, responding quite eagerly to the appeal for intimacy in Edwin's voice. He had brought in a tray with whiskey and its apparatus, and he set this handily on a stool in front of the fire and poked the fire, and generally made the usual ritualistic preparations for a comfortable talkative night. Rather delicate, wasn't it, you coming down and taking Sterling's case off him? Edwin smiled idly as he lulled far back in an old, easy chair. His two individualities had now merged again into one. My boy! Charlie answered pausing impressively with his curly head held forward before dropping into an armchair by the stool. You may take it from me that delicate is not the word. Edwin nodded sympathetically, perceiving with satisfaction that beneath his metropolitan mannerism and his amusing pomposities and his perfectly dandy occult clothes, Charlie still remained the Sunday, possibly more naïve than ever. This naivety of Charlie's was particularly pleasing to him for the reason that it gave him a feeling of superiority to the more brilliant being, and persuaded him that the difference between London and the provinces was inessential and negligible. Charlie's hair still curled like a boy's, and he had not outgrown the naivety of boyhood. Against these facts, the fact that Charlie was a partner in a fashionable and dashing practice at Ealing simply did not weigh. The deference which in thought Edwin had been slowly acquiring for this Charlie, as to whom impressive news reached Bursley from time to time, melted almost completely away. In fundamentals he was convinced that Charlie was an infant compared to himself. Have a drop? Well, it's not often I do, but I will tonight. Steady on with the whiskey, old chap. Each talker charged glass and sift. Edwin, by raising his arm, could just lodge his glass on the mantelpiece. Charlie then opened his large gun-metal cigarette case, and one match lighted two cigarettes. Yes, my boy, Charlie resumed, as he meditatively blew out the match and threw it on the fire. You may well say delicate. The truth is that if I hadn't seen it once that Sterling was a very decent sort of chap, and very friendly here, I might have functed. Yes, I might. He came in just after we'd arrived, so I saw him alone, here. I made a clean breast of it, and put myself in his hands. Of course he appreciated the situation at once, and considering he'd never seen her it was rather clever of him. I suppose people rather like that scotch accent of his down here. They say he makes over a thousand a year already, Edwin replied. He was thinking. Is she likely to be coming downstairs? No. The juicy does, Charlie murmured with ingenuous animation, foolishly betraying by an instance lack of self-control the fact that Ealing was not utopia. Envy was in his voice as he continued. It's astonishing how some chaps can come along and walk straight into anything they want, whatever it happens to be. What do you think of him as a doctor, Edwin questioned? Seems all right, said Charlie, with a fine brief effort to be patronizing. He's got a great reputation down here, Edwin said quietly. Yes, yes, I should say he's quite all right. How came it that Mrs. Cannon came and rummaged you out? Edwin knew that he would blush, and so he reached up for his whisky and drank, adding, the old man still clings to his old brand of scotch. My dear fellow, I know no more than you. I was perfectly staggered, I can tell you that. I hadn't seen her since before she was married. Only heard of her again just lately through Janet. I suppose it was Janet who told her I was at Ealing. It's an absolute fact that just at the first blush I didn't even recognize her. Didn't you? Edwin wondered how this could be. I did not. She came into our surgery as if she'd come out of the next room, and I'd seen her only yesterday, and she just asked me to come away with her at once to Bursley. I thought she was off her nut, but she wasn't. She showed me your telegram. The dickens she did. Edwin was really startled. Yes, I told her there was nothing absolutely fatal in a temperature of 104. It happened in thousands of cases. Then she explained to me exactly how he'd been ill before, seemingly in the same way, and I could judge from what she said that he wasn't a boy who would stand a high temperature for very long. By the way, what's his temperature tonight? Edwin interrupted. 102.7 said Charlie. Yes, he resumed. She did convince me it might be serious. But what then? I told her I couldn't possibly leave. She asked me why not. She kept on asking me why not. I said what about my patients here? She asked if any of them were dying. I said no, but I couldn't leave them all to my partner. I don't think she realized before that that I was in partnership. She stuck to it worse than ever then. I asked her why she wanted just me. I said all we doctors were much about the same and so on. But it was no use. The fact is, you know, Hilda always had a great notion of me as a doctor. Can't imagine why. Kept it to herself, of course, jolly close as she did most things. But I'd noticed it now and then. You know, one of those tremendous beliefs she has. You're another of her beliefs, if you want to know. How do you know? Give us another cigarette. Edwin was exceedingly uneasy and yet joyous. One of his fears was that the Sunday might inquire how it was that he signed telegrams to Hilda with only his Christian name. The Sunday, however, made no such inquiry. How do I know, Charlie exclaimed? I could tell in a second by the way she showed me your telegram. Oh, and besides, that's an old story, my young friend. You needn't flatter yourself it wasn't common property at one time. Oh, rot, Edwin muttered. Well, go on. Well, then I explained that there was such a thing as medical etiquette. Ah, you should have heard Hilda on medical etiquette. You should just have heard her on that lay, medical etiquette versus the dying child. I simply had to chuck that. I said to her, but suppose you hadn't caught me at home.  It was sheer accident she had caught me.  Part 6 Well, and what did you say? I should tell you she went down on her knees. What did you have said, eh, my boy? What could I say? They've got you when they put it that way, especially a woman like she is. I tell you she was simply terrific. I tell you I wouldn't go through it again, not for something. Edwin responsively shook. I just threw up the sponge and came. I told Huskinson a thundering lie to save my face, and away I came, and I've been with her ever since, dashed if I haven't. Who's Huskinson? My partner. If anybody had told me beforehand that I should do such a thing I should have laughed. Of course if you look at it calmly it's preposterous. Preposterous there's no other word from my point of view.  What good am I here? No more good than anybody else. Supposing there is danger, well there may be, but I've left twenty or thirty influenza cases at Ealing. Every influenza case is dangerous, if it comes to that. Exactly, breathe, Edwin. I wouldn't have done it for any other woman, Charlie recommends. Not much. Then why did you do it for her? Charlie shrugged his shoulders. There's something about her I don't know. He lifted his nostrils for stiddily, and gazed at the fire. There's not many women knocking about like her, she gets hold of you. She's nothing at all for about six months at a stretch, and then she has one minute of the grand style. That's the sort of woman she is, understand? But I expect you don't know her as we do. Oh yes, I understand, said Edwin. She must be tremendously fond of the kid.  What sort is he? Oh, he's all right, but I've never seen them together, and I never thought she was so particularly keen on him. Don't you make any mistakes at Charlie loftily. I believe women are like that about an only child when they've had a rough time, and by the look of her she must have had a pretty rough time. I've never made out why she married that swine, and I don't think anyone else has either. Did you know him, Edwin asked, with sudden eagerness? Not a bit, but I've sort of understood he was a regular outsider. Do you know how long she's been a widow? No, said Edwin, I've barely seen her. At these words he became so constrained and so suspicious of the look on his own face that he rose abruptly and began to walk about the room. What's the matter, demanded Charlie, got pins and needles? Only fidgets, said Edwin. I hope this isn't one of your preliminaries for clearing out and leaving me alone, Charlie complained. Here, where's that glass of yours? Have another cigarette. There was a sound that seemed to resemble a tap on the door. What's that noise, said Edwin startled? The whole of his epidermis tingled and he stood still. They both listened. The sound was repeated. Yes, it was a tap on the door, but in the night and in the repose of the house it had the character of some unearthly summons. Edwin was near the door. He hesitated for an instant afraid, and then with an effort brusquely opened the door and looked forth beyond the shelter of the room. A woman's figure was disappearing down the passage in the direction of the stairs. It was she. Did you—he began—but Hilda had gone. Agitated, he said to Charlie, his hand still on the knob, is Mrs. Cannon. She just knocked and ran off. I expect she wants you. Charlie jumped up and scurried out of the room exactly like a boy, despite his tall, mature figure of a man of thirty-five. For the second time that night Edwin was left alone for a long period in the little breakfast room.  And though he was still jealous of Charlie, with whom Hilda's relations were obviously very intimate, although he said to himself, she never made any appeal to me, she would scarcely have my help at any price, nevertheless he felt most singularly uplifted and without any reason hopeful. So much so that the fate of the child became with him a matter of secondary importance. He excused this apparent callousness by making sure in his own mind that the child was in no real danger. On the other hand he blamed himself for ever having fancied that Hilda was indifferent to George. She indifferent to her own son?  He ought to have known better than that. He ought to have known that a Hilda would bring to maternity the mightiest passions. All that Charlie had said confirmed him in his idolization of her. One minute of the grand style—that was it—Charlie had judged her very well, damn him. And the one minute was priceless, beyond all estimation. The fire sank with little sounds of decay, and he stared at it, prevented as if by a spell from stooping to make it up, prevented even from looking at his watch. At length he shivered slightly, and the movement broke the trance. He wandered to the door which Charlie had left a jar and listened. No sign of life. He listened intently, but his ear could catch nothing whatever. What were those two doing upstairs with the boy? Cautiously he stepped out into the passage and went to the foot of the stairs where a gas jet was burning. He was reminded of the nights preceding his father's death. Another gas jet showed along the corridor at the head of the stairs. He put his foot on the first step. It creaked with a noise comparable to the report of a pistol in the dead silence. But there was no responsive sound to show that anyone had been alarmed by this explosion.  His heart was obstreperously beating. Part of the household slept, the other part watched, and he was between the two, like a thief, like a spy. Should he knock discreetly and ask if he could be of help? The strange romance of his existence and of all existence flowed around him in mysterious currents, obsessing him. Suddenly the door opened and Charlie, barely avoiding a collision, started back in alarm.  I was just wondering whether I could be any use, Edwin stammered in a whisper. Charlie whispered, It's all right, but I must run round to Sterling's and get a drug I want. Is he worse? Yes, that is. Yes, you never know with a child. They're up and down and all over the place inside of an hour. Can I go? Edwin suggested. No, I can explain to him quicker than you. You'll never find your way in this fog. Washman, do you think I don't know the town as well as you? Besides, it's lifted considerably. By common impulse they tiptoed to the window at the end of the corridor. Across the lawn could be dimly discerned a gleam through the trees. I'll come with you, said Edwin. You'd much better stay here, in case. Shall I go into the bedroom? Certainly. Charlie turned to descend the stairs. I say, Edwin called after him in a loud whisper. When you get to the gate, you know the house.  The night bells rather high up on the left hand. All right, all right, Charlie replied impatiently.  I don't want to bang it. Part II When Edwin crept into the bedroom, he was so perturbed by continually growing excitement that he saw nothing clearly except the central group of objects. That is to say a narrow bed whose burden was screened from him by its foot, a table, an empty chair, the gas globe, luminous against a dark green blind, and hildre in black, alert and erect beneath the down-flowing light. The rest of the chamber seemed to stretch obscurely away into no confines. Not for several seconds did he even notice the fire. This confusing excitement was not caused by anything external, such as the real or supposed peril of the child. It had its source within. As soon as hildre identified him, her expression changed from the intent frowning stare of inquiry to a smile. Edwin had never before seen her smile in that way. The smile was weak, resigned, almost piteous, and it was extraordinarily sweet. He closed the door quietly and moved in silence towards the bed. She nodded an affectionate welcome. He returned her greeting eagerly, and all his constraint was loosed away and he felt at ease and happy. Her face was very pale indeed against the glittering blackness of her eyes, and her sombre, disordered hair and untidy dress. But it did not show fatigue nor extreme anxiety. It was a face of calm meekness. The sleeves of her dress were reversed showing the forearms, which gave her an appearance of decibel, homely, intimate confiding. So it was common property at one time Edwin thought recalling a phrase of Charlie's in the breakfast room. Strange! He wanted her in all her disarray with all her woes, anxieties, solicitudes. He wanted her piteous meek, beaten by destiny, weakly smiling. He wanted her because she stood so, after the immense masterful effort of the day, watching in acquiescence by that bed. Has he gone? she asked in a voice ordinarily loud, but for her unusually tender. Yes, said Edwin, he's gone. He told me I better come in here so I came. She nodded again. Have that chair. Without arguing he took the chair. She remained standing. The condition of George startled him. Evidently the boy was in a heavy stupa. His body was so feverish that it seemed to give off a perceptible heat. There was no need to touch the skin in order to know that it burned. One divined this. The hair was damp. About the pale lips and irregular rash had formed. Purplish, patchy, and the rash seemed to be the mark and sign of some strange, dreadful disease that nobody had ever named. A plague. Worse than all this was the profound comprehensive discomfort of the whole organism, showing itself in the unnatural pose of the limbs, and in multitudinous faint indistinctive ways of the inert but complaining body. And the child was so slight beneath the blanket, so young, so helpless, spiritually so alone. How could even Hilda communicate her sympathy to that spirit, withdrawn and inaccessible? During the illness of his father, Edwin had thought that he was looking upon the extreme tragic limit of pathos, but this present spectacle tightened more painfully the heart. It was more shameful, a more excruciating accusation against the order of the universe. To think of George in his pride, strong, capricious, and dominant, while gazing at this victim of malady. The contrast was intolerable. George was very ill, and yet Hilda, despite the violence of her nature, could stand there calm, sweet, and controlled. What power! Edwin was humbled. This is the sort of thing that women of her sort can do, he said to himself. Why, Maggie and I are simply nothing to her. Maggie and he could be self-possessed in a crisis. They could stand a strain, but the strain would show itself either in a tense harshness or in some unnatural lightness or even flippancy. Hilda was the very image of soft caressing sweetness. He felt that he must emulate her. Surely his temperature's gone up, he said quietly. Yes, Hilda replied, fingering absently the clinical thermometer that with a lot of other gear lay on the table. It's nearly a hundred and five. It can't last like this. It won't. I've been through it with him before, but not quite so bad. I didn't think anyone could have influenza twice so soon, Edwin murmured. Neither did I, said she. Still he must have been sickening for it before he came down here. There was a pause. She wiped the boys' forehead. This change has come on quite suddenly, she said, in a different voice. Two hours ago, less than two hours ago, there was scarcely a sign of that rash. What is it? Charlie says it's nothing particular. What's Charlie gone for? I don't know. She shook her head, then smiled. Isn't it a good thing I brought him? Indutably it was. Her caprice, characterised as preposterous by males, had been justified. Thus chance often justifies women, setting at naught the high priests of reason. Part three. Looking at the unconscious and yet tormented child, Edwin was aware of a melting protective pity for him, of an immense desire to watch over his rearing with all insight, sympathy and help, so that in George's case none of the mistakes and cruelties and misapprehension should occur which had occurred in his own. This feeling was intense to the point of being painful. I don't know whether you know or not, he said, but where great powers the infant and I? Hilda smiled and in the very instant of seeing the smile its effect upon him was such that he humiliated himself before her in secret for ever having wildly suspected that she was jealous of the attachment. Do you think I don't know all about that, she murmured? He wouldn't be here now if it hadn't been for that.  How do you know that? I know by the way he talks and looks. If he takes after his mother, that's no sign, Edwin retorted, without considering what he said. What do you mean if he takes after his mother? She seemed puzzled. Could anyone tell your real preferences from the way you talked and looked? His audacious, rashness astounded him. Nevertheless he stared her in the eyes and her glance fell. No one but you could have said a thing like that, she observed mildly, yieldingly. And what he had said suddenly acquired a mysterious and wise significance and became oracular. She alone had the power of inspiring him to be profound. He had noticed that before years ago, and first at their first meeting, or was it that she saw in him an oracle and caused him to see with her. Slowly her face colored and she walked away to the fireplace and cautiously tended it. Constrained had seized him again and his heart was loud. Edwin she summoned him from the fireplace. He rose shaking with emotion and crossed the undiscovered spaces of the room to where she was. He had the illusion that they were by themselves not in the room, but in the universe. She was leaning with one hand on the mantelpiece. I must tell you something she said that nobody at all knows except George's father and probably nobody ever will know. His sister knew but she's dead. Yes, he muttered in an exquisite rush of happiness. After all, it was not with Charlie, not even with Janet that she was most intimate. It was with himself. George's father was put in prison for bigamy. George is illegitimate. She spoke with her characteristic extreme clearness of enunciation in a voice that showed no emotion. You don't mean it, he gasped foolishly. She nodded. I'm not a married woman. I once thought I was, but I wasn't. That's all. But what? You said six or seven years, didn't you? Surely they don't give that long for bigamy. Oh, she replied mildly that was for something else. When he came out of prison the first time, they arrested him again instantly. So I was told it was in Scotland. I see. There was a rattle as of hailstones on the window they both started. That must be Charlie, she exclaimed, suddenly losing her excitement under this pretext. He doesn't want a ring and wake the house. Edwin ran out of the room sliding and slipping down the deserted stairs that waited patiently through the night for human feet. Forgot to take a keys at Charlie appearing breathless just as the door opened. I meant to take the big key, and then I forgot. He had a little round box in his hand. He mounted the stairs two and three at a time. Edwin slowly closed the door. He could not bring himself to follow Charlie, and after a moment's vacillation he went back into the breakfast room. Part Four Amazing, incalculable woman wrapped within fold after fold of mystery. He understood better now, but even now there were things that he did not understand. And the greatest enigma of all remained unsolved, the original enigma of her treachery to himself. And she had chosen just that moment, just that crisis, to reveal to him that sinister secret, which by some unguessed means she had been able to hide from her acquaintance. Naturally, if she wished to succeed with the boarding-house in Brighton, she would be compelled to conceal somehow the fact that she was the victim of a bigamist, and her child without a lawful name. The nearest prudence would urge her to concealment so long as concealment was possible. Yes, even from Janet. Her other friends deemed her a widow. Janet thought her the wife of a convict. He alone knew that she was neither wife nor widow. Through what scathing experience she must have passed. An unfamiliar and disconcerting mood gradually took complete possession of him. At first he did not correctly analyse it. It was sheer, exuberant, instinctive, unreasoning, careless joy. Then after a long period of beatific solitude in the breakfast room, he heard stealthy noises in the hall, and his fancy jump to the idea of burglary. Excited, unreflecting, he hurried into the hall. Johnny Orgrieve, who had let himself in with a latch-key, was shutting and bolting the front door. Johnny's surprise was the greater. He started violently on seeing Edwin, and then at once assumed the song foie of a hero of romance. When Edwin informed him that Hilda had come and Charlie with her, and that those two were watching by the boy, the rest of the household being in bed, Johnny permitted himself a few verbal symptoms of astonishment. How is Georgie? he asked with an effort as if ashamed. He isn't much better, said Edwin evasively. Johnny made a deprecatory sound with his tongue against his lips, and frowned, determined to take his proper share in the general anxiety. With careful dignified movements he removed his silk hat and his heavy ulster, revealing evening dress and a coloured scarf that overhung a crumpled shirt front. Where've you been, Edwin asked? Tennis-dance, didn't you know? Knows that, Edwin. Really? Johnny murmured with a falsely ingenuous air. After a pause, he said. They've left you all alone then. I was in the breakfast room, said Edwin, when he had given further information. They walked into the breakfast room together. Charlie's cigarette case lay on the tray. Those your cigarettes, Johnny inquired? No, they're Charlie's. Oh, Master Charlie's are they. I wonder if they're any good. He took one fastidiously. Between two enormous outblowns of smoke, he said. Well, I'm dashed, so Charlie's come with her. I hope the kid will soon be better. I should have been back long ago, and he I took Mrs. Chris Hampson home. Who's Mrs. Chris Hampson? Don't you know her? She's a ripping woman. He stood there in all the splendour of thirty years, with more than Charlie's naivety, politely trying to enter into the life of the household, but failing to do so because of his preoccupation with the rippingness of Mrs. Chris Hampson. The sight of him gave pleasure to Edwin. It did not occur to him to charge the young man with being callous. When the cigarette was burnt, Johnny said, Well, I think I shall leave seeing Charlie till breakfast. And he went to bed. On reaching the first floor corridor, he wished that he had gone to bed half a minute sooner, for in the corridor he encountered Janet, who had risen and was returning to her post. And Janet's face, though she meant it not, was an accusation. For a clock had struck. Part 5 It was nearly half-past seven before Edwin left the house. In the meantime he had seen Charlie briefly twice and Janet once, but he had not revisited the sick-room, nor seen Hilda again. The boy's condition was scarcely altered. If there was any change, it was for the better. Dawn had broken. The fog was gone, but a faint mist hung in the trees over the damp lawn. The air was piercingly chill. Yawning and glancing idly about him, he perceived a curious object on the dividing wall. It was the candlestick which he had left there on the previous night. The candle was entirely consumed. I may as well get over the wall, he said to himself, and he scrambled up it with adventurous cheerfulness and took the candlestick with him. It was covered with drops of moisture. He deposited it in the kitchen where the servant was cleaning the range. On the oak chest in the hall lay the Manchester Guardian freshly arrived. He opened it with another heavy yawn. At the head of one column he read, Death of the Duke of Clarence, and at the head of another, Death of Cardinal Manning. The double news shocked him strangely. He thought of what those days had been to others beside himself, and he thought, supposing after all the kid doesn't come through. END OF CHAPTER XII VOLUME XIII After having been to business and breakfasted as usual, Edwin returned to the shop at ten o'clock. He did not feel tired, but his manner was very curt, even with stiffard, and melancholy had taken the place of his joy. The whole town was gloomy, and seemed to savor its gloom luxuriously. But Edwin wondered why he should be melancholy. There was no reason for it. There was less reason for it than there had been for ten years. Yet he was, and like the town he found pleasure in his state. He had no real desire to change it. At noon he suddenly went off home, thus upsetting stiffard's arrangements for the dinner hour. I shall lie down for a bit, he said to Maggie. He slept till a little after one o'clock, and he could have slept longer, but dinner was ready. He said to himself, with an extraordinary sense of satisfaction, I have had a sleep. After dinner he lay down again, and slept till nearly three o'clock. It was with the most agreeable sensations that he awakened. His melancholy was passing. It had not entirely gone, but he could foresee the end of it as of an eclipse. He made the discovery that he had only been tired. Now he was somewhat reposed, and as he lay in repose he was aware of an intensified perception of himself as a physical organism. He thought calmly, what a fine thing life is. I was just going to bring you some tea up, said Maggie, who met him on the stairs as he came down. I heard you moving. Will you have some? He rubbed his eyes. His head seemed still to be distended with sleep, and this was a part of his well-being. I, he replied, with lazy satisfaction, that'll just put me right. George is much better, said Maggie. Good, he said heartily. Joy, wild and exulting surged through him once more, and it was of such a turbulent nature that it would not suffer any examination of its origin. It possessed him by its might. As he drank the admirable tea he felt that he still needed a lot more sleep. There were two points of pressure at the top of his head. But he knew that he could sleep, and sleep well whenever he chose, and that on the morrow his body would be perfectly restored. He walked bristly back to the shop intending to work, and he was a little perturbed to find that he could not work. His head refused. He sat in the cubicle vaguely staring. Then he was startled by a tremendous yawn which seemed to have its inception in the very centre of his being, and which by the pang of its escape almost broke him in pieces. I've never yawned like that before, he thought, apprehensive. Another yawn of the same seismic kind succeeded immediately, and these frightful yawns continued one after another for several minutes, each leaving him weaker than the one before. I'd better go home while I can, he thought, intimidated by the suddenness and the mysteriousness of the attack. He went home. Maggie at once said that he would be better in bed, and to his own astonishment he agreed. He could not eat the meal that Maggie brought to his room. There's something the matter with you, said Maggie. No, I'm only tired. He knew it was a lie. You're simply burning, she said, but she refrained from any argument and left him. He could not sleep. His anticipations in that respect were painfully falsified. Later Maggie came back. Here's Dr. Heave, she said briefly in the doorway. She was silhouetted against the light from the landing. The doctor in mourning stood behind her. Dr. Heave, what the devil! But he did not continue the protest.  Yes, said Dr. Heave, at the end of three minutes, you've got it. Not badly, I hope, but you've got it all right. Humiliating for the instinct of the clay hangers was always to assume that by virtue of some special prudence or immunity or resisting power peculiar to them alone, they would escape any popular affliction such as an epidemic. In the middle of the night amid feverish tossings and crises of thirst and horrible malaise it was more than humiliating. Posing he died. People did die of influenza. The strangest, the most monstrous things did happen. For the first time in his life he lay in the genuine fear of death. He had never been ill before and now he was ill. He knew what it was to be ill.  No, it was impossible that he should die. People did not die of influenza. The next day the doctor laughed, but Edwin said to himself, he may have laughed only to cheer me up. They never tell their patients the truth. And every cell of his body was officiated, poisoned, inefficient, profoundly demoralized. Ordinary health seemed the most precious and the least attainable boon. Part 2 After wildernesses of time that were all but interminable, the attack was completely over. It had lasted a hundred hours, of which the first fifty had each been an age. It was a febrile attack similar to George's, but less serious. Edwin had possibly caught the infection at Canipe Railway Station. Yet who could tell? Now he was in the drawing-room, shaved, clothed, but wearing slippers for a sign that he was only convalescent, and because the doctor had forbidden him the street.  On his left hand were an accumulation of newspapers and a book. On his right some business letters and documents, left by the assiduous Stifford, after a visit of sympathy and of affairs. The declining sun shone with weak goodwill on the garden. Please, sir, there's a lady," said the servant, opening the door. He was startled. His first thought naturally was, it's Hilda. In spite of the extreme improbability of it being Hilda. Hilda had never set foot in his house. Nevertheless, supposing it was Hilda, Maggie would assuredly come into the drawing-room. She could not do otherwise, and the three-cornered interview would, he felt, be very trying. He knew that Maggie, for some reason inexplicable by argument, was out of sympathy with Hilda, as with Hilda's son. She had given him regular news of George, who was now at about the same stage of convalescence as himself. But she scarcely mentioned the mother, and he had not dared to inquire. These thoughts flashed through his brain in an instant. Who is it? he asked gruffly. I don't know, sir. Shall I ask? replied the servant, blushing, as she perceived that once again she had sinned. She had never before been in a house where aristocratic ceremony was carried to such excess as at Edwin's.  She had been instructed in the ritual proper to these crises, but with little good result for the crises took her unawares. Yes, go and ask the name, and then tell my sister, said Edwin, shortly. Miss Clayhanger has gone out, sir. Well, run along, he told her impatiently. He was standing anxiously near the door when she returned to the room. Please, sir, it's Mrs. Cannon, and it's you she wants. Show her in, he said, and to himself, my God! In the ten seconds that elapsed before Hilda appeared, he glanced at himself in the mantle mirror, fidgeted with his necktie, and walked to the window and back again to his chair. She had actually called to see him. His agitation was extreme. But how like her it was to call thus boldly. Maggie's absence was providential. Hilda entered to give him a lesson in blandness. She wore a veil and carried a moth outworks of her self-protective impassive demeanour. She was pale and as calm as pale. She would not take the easy chair which he offered her, useless to insist she would not take it. He brushed away letters and documents from the small chair to his right, and she took that chair. Having taken it, she insisted that he should resume the easy chair. I called just to say goodbye, she said.  But surely he isn't fit to travel, Edwin exclaimed. George? Not yet. I'm leaving him behind. You see, I mustn't stay away longer than it's necessary. She smiled and lifted her veil as far as her nose. She had not smiled before. Charlie's gone back? Oh yes, two days ago, he left a message for you. Yes, Maggie gave it to me. By the way, I'm sorry she's not in. I've just seen her, said Hilda. Oh! She came in to see Janet. They're having a cup of tea in George's bedroom, so I put my things on and walked round here at once. As Hilda made this surprising speech, she gazed full at Edwin.  They both sat silent. Only the fire crackled lustily. Edwin thought, as his agitation increased and entirely confused him, no other woman was ever like this woman. He wanted to rise masterfully to accomplish some gesture splendid and decisive, but he was held in the hollow of the easy chair as though by paralysis. He looked at Hilda. He might have been looking at a stranger. He tried to read her face, and he could not read it. He could only see in it vague trouble. He was afraid of her. The idea even occurred to him that, could he be frank with himself, he would admit that he hated her. The moments were intensely painful, the suspense exasperating and excruciating.  His fancy had been almost continuously busy in fashioning this scene, and now the reality had swept down upon him with no warning, and he was overwhelmed. She would not speak. She had withdrawn her gaze, but she would not speak. She would force him to speak. I say he began gruffly in a resentful tone, careless as to what he was saying. You might have told me earlier what you told me on Wednesday night. Why didn't you tell me when I was at Brighton? I wanted to, she said meekly, but I couldn't. I really couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead of telling me a lie he went on, I think you might have trusted me more than that.  I told you he was in prison.  He corrected her in a voice meditative and judicial. He knew not in the least why he was talking in this strain. She began to cry. At first he was not sure that she was crying. He glanced surreptitiously and glanced away as if guilty. But at the next glance he was sure. Her eyes glistened behind the veil and teardrops appeared at its edge and vanished under her chin. You don't know how much I wanted to tell you, she wept. She hid her half-veiled face in her hands, and then he was victimized by the blackest desolation. His one desire was that the scene should finish somehow, anyhow. I never wrote to you because there was nothing to say, nothing, she saw of still covering her face. Never wrote to me, do you mean? She nodded violently twice. Yes, then. He divined that suddenly she had begun to talk of ten years ago. I knew you'd know it was because I couldn't help it. She spoke so indistinctly through her emotion and her tears and her hands that he could not distinguish the words. What do you say? I say I couldn't help doing what I did. I knew you'd know I couldn't help it. I couldn't write. It was best for me to be silent. What else was there for me to do except be silent? I knew you'd know I couldn't help it. It was the sobs interrupted her. Of course I knew that, he said. He had to control himself very carefully, or he too would have lost command of his voice. Such was her power of suggestion over him that her faithlessness seemed now scarcely to need an excuse. Somewhere within himself he smiled as he reflected that he, in his father's place, in his father's very chair, was thus under the spell of a woman whose child was nameless. He smiled grimly at the thought of Auntie Hamps, of Clara, of the pietistic Albert. They were of a different race, a different generation. They belonged to a dead world. I shall tell you he would have recommended mournfully, but in a clear and steady voice, at last releasing her face which was shaken like that of a child in childlike grief. You never understand what I had to go through and how I couldn't help myself. She was tragically plaintive, but I shall tell you, you must understand. She raised her eyes.  They fascinated his hands, which hesitatingly went out towards them. As soon as she felt his touch, she dropped to her knees and her chin almost rested on the arm of his chair. He bent over a face that was transfigured. My heart never kissed any other man but you, she cried. How often and often and often have I kissed you and you never knew. It was for a message that I sent George down here, a message to you. I named him after you. Do you think that if dreams could make him your child, he wouldn't be yours? Her courage and the expression of it seemed to him to be sublime. You don't know me, she sighed less convulsively. Don't I, he said, with lofty confidence? After a whole decade his nostrils quivered again to the odour of her olive skin. Drowning amidst the waves of her terrible devotion, he was recompensed in the hundredth part of a second for all that through her he had suffered, or might hear after suffer. The many problems and difficulties which marriage with her would raise seemed trivial in the light of her heart's magnificent and furious loyalty. He thought of the younger Edwin whom she had kissed into rapture, as of a boy too inexperienced in sorrow to appreciate this hilder. He braced himself to the exquisite burden of life. End of Chapter 13, Volume 4, End of Clayhanger by Arnold Bennett


Welcome back everyone, my name is Brian. We're going to continue our journey into Python 3 with the global keyword. This is extremely cool, it's extremely easy, and it solves a complex problem. For example, we've seen this code before, x is 1, we have a function x is 6. If we run this, what's going to happen? Let's find out. So we have 6 and 1, basically x is two different variables and they're being treated different because it's two different scopes. Remember whenever you're defining a function, you're actually defining a scope. So what the global keyword allows us to do is actually modify variables at, well, you guessed it, the global scope. Let's dive in and take a look. Okay, in case you skipped that video on scope, what we're really diving into here is, well, blocks of code. We're defining a function which has its own scope. The problem is, Python is lexically or statically scoped, which means if we run this, we have two different variables. However, this is frustrating. If you comment this out, it's going to access the global scope. So what we want to do is to be able to access and modify, and that's what the global keyword does. So first things first, now that we understand that basic premise, let's go ahead and test this code. Sure enough, one one, we can access at a higher scope. Let's figure out how to modify. Let's go ahead and make a global variable. Ta-da, that's it. It's really that easy. Just because we put it on this very first line, there's no padding. This is just right at the edge of the file here. That is now considered in the global scope. Let's take a look at the scope issues in depth here. So let's say scope issues, and let's make a function called count, which is going to have some type of maximum number that we're going to count to. Now without the global keyword, Python is going to get very, very confused, very, very fast. Let's go ahead and demonstrate that. So I'm going to say counter equals, actually, let's do plus equals, we're just going to increment this right off the bat here. And sometimes Python will let you do it. Sometimes it's not. Other times it's going to just completely freak out and not have a clue what you're doing. But before we even run this, you can see right now it's saying, undefined variable counter. And this is perplexing because it's literally right here. So remember our conversation, we're accessing it. But now it's suddenly saying, whoa, it's not defined. Oh, that is frustrating. Let's go ahead and try and run that. So let's say count, and let's just try to count the one just to see what happens here. Oh, unbound local variable, local error, sorry, local variable counter reference before assignment, referenced before assignment really is our clue as to what's going on here. What it's saying is it is now making a new variable. And then trying to increment it before we've actually assigned it.  We don't know if that's a string, a bull, actually as soon as it's created, it's an undefined. So if you take undefined, and you try to add one to it, what is the expected behavior? Remember, undefined is not zero. It's just simply there's nothing, literally nothing, it has no idea what type it is. So Python is going to get super confused, super, super fast. And let's just continue on with typing away here just to see how bad this can get. We're going to say counter is greater than or equal to the max. Then let's just go ahead and return false. Otherwise, we're just going to return true. See, same problem. So right here, it thinks it's just fine. It actually knows it's an integer. But right here, it's saying it's undefined. This is what I mean by Python gets very confused very, very quickly. Oh, that is frustrating. So we're going to fix this problem by saying global counter. And notice it's got the exact same name. So really what we're doing is we're saying use the global variable called counter. Give it the same name here. Save that. And as soon as you save it, you notice IntelliSense is smart enough to know that, hey, this is actually defined now and we can start working with it. And it knows it's an integer. Let's go ahead and just see the global keyword in action here. I'm going to make a variable called limit. It's going to be five. And I want to increment our counter using that. So I'm going to say 4x in range. I'm going to use our limit.  Let's go ahead and print it out. I'm going to print out our counter. And just for giggles, let's go ahead and print out just done. So we can see it actually worked. Go ahead and run. Sure enough, boom, done. So it's working as expected now. And it's all because of this simple little keyword right here. Now, standard practice, I tend to avoid modifying global variables inside of a function for this very reason. For example, let's just say I were to grab this and make an entire new function out of it. And I go, huh, I don't need that global. I just want a variable called counter. Now I don't need that. Now suddenly, you guessed it, we are right back to the exact same issue. So now it gets very confusing about which counter we're talking about and in which function. You can very easily fix it by just doing this. But then, of course, now you're going back to modifying a global variable, which is not really a good programming practice. When in doubt, we're going to have a conversation about encapsulation later. But you want to encapsulate or use pretty much everything internal to your scope without going out modifying other scopes. I hope you enjoyed this video. You can find the source code out on github.com. If you need additional help, myself and thousands of other developers are hanging out in the Voidromes Facebook group. 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All right, let's go to see how we're not then what do we think? Good speech. I'm enjoying the thing. Yeah, it's very nice atmosphere. Yeah, good tea. Well coffee. Well, we're here Top five biscuits I'll start with chocolate That's it. No, it's not number one. No, I'm not saying it's number one, but it's in the top five I think Costa cream goes in the top five we're writing about Bourbons in there, but I don't know if you've had them like that Yeah, but that's I mean, it's not number one You just cashed your No Maryland cookies everything. They've got to be in there. Yeah, it's a good show. You had a cookie from here. No, I'm waiting to have it Obviously, you had to get that would be number one sir And do you have an empire before? No bad empire, but it's like two bits of shortbread and together a little bit ice in the middle ice on the top and To be fair on top and but you'd think like oh nice and be the best part of the shortbread chocolate chip shortbread serious I think I just think cookies are number one. Maybe not the meal at one, but any Special for a little coffee, which ones are the double chocolate chip balls? No, just chocolate I think double chocolate chip balls gets dry. All right, so it's not that hardies very often cookie Cookie, something like this. No, that's got too high Jammy dodgy pants, yeah Personally Kids favorite yeah, yeah, you're actually your man kids you should be more vocal No, we need to do the rank it Number one number two. We're missing out at the moment digested Oh That's a big that's a big stainless unit Honestly, like as a nation All right, I'm happy it's like men fight with 21 Number two I prefer Digestive, or a bit more. That's great. Cosy cream cake. Yeah. If I have a coffee, I want a cookie. That's what I want. Because I'm not dipping it. Cosy creams in there. Yeah. Cosy creams are. Cosy creams are good to dip. Yeah, I don't drink teas. I'm not really a big dip. I need a coffee, really. Yeah, I know. You're not the traditional witch, are you? Or a ginger in there?  I don't really like dipping a cookie. No, I wouldn't dip it. I'm not dipping anything in coffee. Yeah. You've asked the wrong people that question. None of us dip. Okay, then final top five. I'll just take you through. What was first? Don't change anything. I might change what I like. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Change anything you like. Mary Night Cookies on the top. Chocolate Hobnobs. Chocolate Digestives. Bourbons. And then, what's the bottom one? Custer Greens. Number five. After this? Thank you.


Okay, so medium flat rate box. I pulled all of the stuff I'm about to show you out of this box.  Hey, below buddies, thanks for watching. Let's get started. And I tried it and it was like an hour and 15 minutes long. And I was like, that is just way too long. I mean, I could see if I was doing a live show and communicating with everyone. That would be one thing, but just to be going on and having you guys watch me go through jewelry, I just, I didn't think that that was the right thing to do and correct me, I could be wrong. But anyway, this stuff, I've already gone through the box and I'm gonna show you some of the stuff I found and how I'm gonna list it. This I'm gonna list individually just because it's so unique. I don't, it's tarnished. So I'm guessing it's just like some sort of, I don't even know what it is, but I don't think it's silver, I guess, is my point. So there's some cute little rings in here and my hands are super, super dry from washing them all the time. So this is really cute. Maybe I'll put it onto this to show you what it looks like. I think this is a cute piece, but most of these, I may just put in one big lot or maybe two small lots and just sell them as a bundle. This one's kind of cute also. It kind of opens in the front like that. I don't know, just trying to figure out what I wanna list individually and what I wanna list all together is kind of hard to figure out. This is just a stretch ring, but somebody might like it. I didn't see anything that was marked 14 karat gold or 18 karat gold or anything like that. This is all just costume jewelry, which is fine. I mean, it still sells. I just don't know if I wanna take the time to list everything individually. So yeah, I think I'm gonna lot all of these rings together and just sell it as a bundle, but you can see that's, that one's like, I don't know what that is, but I got quite a few of these. But yeah, just costume jewelry. I haven't decided about this yet. This says Italy and it says, I can't remember. Is it Marant, Marano? Yeah, Marano, I think is how you say it. I may be saying it wrong, glass. And it says made in Italy. So I may list that piece separate. I thought this was cute with the little elephant. So I think I'm gonna list that separately. I just thought this was adorable. It's a seed bead necklace and it's an alligator or a crocodile. So I think I'm definitely gonna list that separately. It's just bread and butter, you know? I'm gonna list this bracelet separately. I thought it was kind of cute. So these two items are bracelets and it says Leah and Tiffany. I'm gonna list those separate. Again, just bread and butter items. Most of this box is bread and butter. So I have three little charms in here. And I'm gonna list these as a lot, just these three items. I think they're cute. They're gold tone. I don't see any markings on them. I did not test them, but there's a little owl, this little piece here and a little flower. I just thought they were cute. So I'm gonna lot those. I think I'm gonna list this separate. I wanna say maybe it's vintage just by the look of it, but I could be wrong. But it's really, really cute. It's just a little necklace pendant, but I like the colors. So I think I'm gonna list that separate. I already listed these and I'm listing these as a lot. I thought they were kind of like Easter colors and you can wear them kind of layered if you wear all four at the same time, it's kind of cute. So I'm gonna sell those together. Again, it's just costume jewelry, but I can definitely make some money on it. I did list this today and I should have opened the bags ahead of time. There's 10 little pendants in here. See if I can get my life closer. Does that help? And they're just little necklace pendants and I'm gonna sell these as a lot of 10. And then there's 25 pendants in here and I listed this today also. Again, a reseller can buy them or just somebody who likes to change up their jewelry. This is just a little soccer ball, but this is, it's kind of a heavy piece and it's reversible so you can either wear it gold or silver. This one is blue or like a peach coral color. This is like a little moon galaxy thing. So I could list some of these individually most definitely, but I just, I'm just gonna sell it in bulk. There's 25 of them. This one goes onto a necklace, but it attaches in two areas. So you can kind of see how it attaches, but it's a little lizard. This is glass. Oh, I just saw the back of this. It says 2012, five, eight, nine. So I don't know, I love that little owl. So this is the back. So I don't know if somebody like handmade that or what I'm guessing since it's signed. I believe this is a shell and it's like encased in, I don't know what that is. Another little piece of glass, probably handmade with a wire wrapped around it. This, I don't know if this is vintage or not. Sometimes I have a hard time telling if things are vintage. This is a stone. This I believe is glass also. This is really cute. I think it's adorable. I'm guessing it's probably handmade. I don't know if that's a real leaf or not. Kind of looks like it. So yeah, just, it's just a mixed lot. That one's just a little one. I don't think I showed you this. And then there's this little bear, which I don't know if it's meant to go on a necklace or what. So yeah, there's 25 items there. And I've already got those on Mercari. I haven't put them on eBay and Posh yet. I haven't had time. This necklace is really neat. It's a seed bead necklace, but it's kind of like, I don't know what you would call that, like a bangle. No, not a bangle. I don't know, but I don't know. It's just really, really cool. So I decided I was gonna list this. And it's funny because as I'm going through the jewelry, I start to get like, I'm not looking for this bag open. This is all the stuff that was broken. So it is a bag of broken items. So the beads are still fantastic and you can definitely still sell crafters lots. This is like their pins, not pins, like little decorations. Let me see if it tells metal embellishments. So, like here's some broken earrings. And there's some, might be some pendants in here, but again, I'm just gonna lock this up and sell it. Now another thing I did is if I could not get the stuff apart, I would get like frustrated and I'm like, I'm just putting it with the crafters lots because I'm telling you, I don't have the patience to go through all of this. So some of that might be complete once somebody goes through it. I don't know, but it's not gonna, I wasn't gonna spend any more time on it. I was getting frustrated. So I just threw it in the crafters bag.  And I'm guessing there's probably, well, let's see. I'll tell you how much. So almost seven pounds and it's all wearable. And I'm sure that there is a ton in here that I could pick out and I could definitely risk. But there are only so many hours in the day. So I'm just gonna kinda mix it up with what I separated out, but I'm gonna show you kinda what's in here just to give you an idea of what I'm gonna be putting in my bulk jewelry lots. So I'll probably sell this as a lot on, I don't know, eBay or Mercari or whatever. So, you know, there's a lot of like little bracelets. There's a pendant. Here's a necklace. I mean, just because it's here doesn't mean it will not sell. I just meant that there's a necklace and bracelet that matches, which would probably be good for Easter. This is like a little ring. It's too super tiny. So I don't know if it's like for a kid. There's some stretch bracelets. You know, I threw some rings in here. I tried to keep them like so that they're still decent sellable items. I really didn't pull that much out for myself to sell in this lot. Like it's costume jewelry, you guys. Like the girl that I got them from on eBay, she had picked through everything. So any golden silver was picked out. I have found a few miscellaneous pieces that were marked silver, but I don't know if they're actually silver. I haven't had a chance to test them. So, I mean, there's some, there's definitely some cute pieces. This is like a, those feel cold. I don't know what they're made of. These are still like in the package. So some of the boxes will be better than others. And I kind of like that I'm doing this again because I did nine boxes in like two days. So I kind of forget what's in the big bags. So as I do these videos, I'll kind of keep a mental note of, you know, what's in it. But I want people to get a good value and still be able to make money. But crackers can buy this or, you know, a reseller could buy it. It's going to be a lot of bread and butter items. It's not going to be any, they're not going to find a treasure. I mean, I've gone through it and the girl before me went through it. I bought it knowing that she had gone through it. I don't know what this is. This piece is kind of cool. So, and some of it is, I don't know what this is, but it's kind of, it's definitely cold. But I tried to keep some like that purple necklace is kind of cool. I don't know. I don't know values of jewelry very well. So I'm just trying to learn. There's another little elephant. That one's a little bit, no, is that on a wire? That's a little stretched out actually. I probably should have put that in the crafters, but somebody can maybe fix it. So, this is like a pin that you wear. So nothing, you know, there's another ring. Just, this is I think glass. It's a little glass pendant. I haven't decided what I'm going to price it yet. I need to think about that. This opens up, I think, yeah. I don't know, is that a shell? Colored shell maybe? This goes on a scarf and you know, just some miscellaneous rings and stuff. This is like a, they call that herringbone, but I think it's just something, I don't know. So yeah, this will all be lotted up and sold in a lot. And I may, I think I'll just put this in there with it because I don't want to mess with it. I think I'm going to add that to it. And I'm sure, you know, as I go through these other ones that I've done, but I wanted to put some of the rings together, some of the pendants together and try that. And this crafter's lot right here, I'm definitely going to probably add to that with another lot that I already did. So yeah, I don't know. It's hard for me to know what to price things at. And I, that's a spinner. See how it spins? Cause I don't know if people are buying for personal use and they're going to pick out what they want and then sell some or it's cute little ring. I mean, again, it's costume. It's not marbed, I don't think, but I mean, they're still cute stuff. This one's got little flowers on it. That's the top. So what do you guys think? What are your thoughts? Do you think I should be selling every single ring separately? I mean, somebody might pay 10 bucks for this. It's just costume, but they might want it for like a wedding band for when they're at work or maybe they're not married and they just want it on their other hand because that's definitely a guys ring. But people wear costume jewelry all the time. So if you see something that I missed, let me know. And I'm going to end this video here and I'm going to go on to the next box and I'm just going to pump out some videos tonight and show you guys what I've been finding over the last couple of days. All right, thanks for watching. Be sure to check out the description of the video. Like, comment, share and subscribe. Thanks for watching.