Everyone knows that I love Zillow. I love going on Zillow I like scrolling through all of the houses, and I like judging everybody welcome to James Edition James Edition is basically rich people Craigslist. It's the world's luxury marketplace You've got real estate. You've got cars yachts jets. You can buy a jet Through this through this website, so we are going to be perusing today James Edition seeing what they have Let's start with something that I need personally for myself for my business for my loved ones Private jet here. We go. Let's look at the PJs, baby plane types.   I want to see how much it costs lowest price first I'm measly 2.7 million dollars for this jet. Can I see the inside? Should show me the 10 pictures. Oh Iowa, I love Iowa. Oh, man. Oh Okay, one two three four There's only four seats.   Here we go Why does this look like a weird mr. Beast thumbnail for some reason? What about this middle one? This is a middle middle of the road 7 million dollar jet Hmm. What about this? Ah a little more seating one two three four five six seats Okay, I kind of want to couch though. Now. This is nice. Now. This is look at all the leg room This is like a comfort plus seat on Delta. Are you kidding me? Look at this and there's a little couch There's a little couch back here. This one looks kind of ugly. This one's kind of uggo There is there why? Why don't the pilot like cockpit seats have like shag carpet on them. This is ugly.  This is ugly. Yeah, it's a little bit better. I like the I like the carpet I like the gold accent. Mmm. I like the little tiny plane that they got right here remind me what I'm sitting in We've got the plane, but we need land air and sea. Hmm. Let's do cars next. Let's see what we've got Hmm boogasi a bra bus the hell is bra bus This is not boobs We're gonna see If they have my dream car in here. It's the out of your eight five point two liter v10 It has to be a manual. This is promising. It's 135 it's steeper price because the manuals are more rare.  It's a v8. It's not the It's not the v10. I want the v10, but this is almost there because it's a manual transmission if anybody wants to send me a uh 2015 out of your eight v10 manual transmission Um, let me know sliding my DMs. Thank you. This is a nine point eight million dollar car A sweet 10 mil for a car. Yeah Oh, man, look at that.  I almost said the jfk crop top Well, if you think about it after after the It was he did kind of have a crop top Can I say that? Okay, let's see what they have in the Honda section All right now. This is a little bit more my speed Going from Lamborghinis to the Honda crv. Okay, so they do Guys we found it. We've found it. Are you kidding? Come on James edition Now this I would say is a rare find. I kind of like this guy. How do I get this guy? I buy it. I guess it's how I get it. I would I would buy it only 31 000 miles less than the Honda fit And it's a 1972 Look at this little guy Look at him. He looks like he's from the movie cars I like this guy. Whoa He's got a little rolly guys This is a cool car. Oh man, you could roll back these miles. Wait Did I read this wrong? This says 311 000 miles Ah No, I didn't read it wrong. Am I being bamboozled 31 165 miles? But if we go here This says 311 000 669 almost they're trying to bamboozle me with their rarely seen model Five nine eight cc two cylinder four speed manual. It's a manual. It's a nifty simple interior I would also say it looks like a fun car a zimmer. What is a zimmer?  Look at that Whoa, this thing's so cool What it's got a full engine It's got a it's a it's a five liter damn that thing's cool. Look at the little horns up front.  Are you kidding me? There's Dalmatian skins in the trunk gift a pay extra for the guy in the dashboard I wonder if you do have to pay extra to get that little guy I mean he's he's in the photos. All right. We've conquered air. We've conquered land. We must conquer the sea boats are So expensive, let's Sort by highest They don't even say that I'm poor.  Why does it look like a fridge?  Okay. The hot tub's kind of sick actually That's kind of cool. I don't have this many friends To be able to sit on this boat. Let's look at a boat that I think actually looks Cool and nice It's all it looks like battleship boat. Okay. This one's not bad a cool 28 million dollars It's a 2026. That's two years future.  Okay.  Okay.  Imagine having 30 million dollars To spend Uh ever but But like you could just spend 30 million dollars on this and then you've got Crazy more monies because you have this boat and then seven houses. This looks like the same boat as the other one But it's almost half the price. What's up with it? Oh, no pool wait. No, I don't hold on that's two pools. These are all 3d renders though These aren't actual these aren't actual photos of this boat because this boat actually exists It's three layers. So this boat is like currently being made.  It's crazy that boats can float. This thing probably weighs so much money I mean, it does weigh so much money. It weighs 58 or 48 million Money, let's do lowest. What's the what's the lowest that we can go? It's all price and request It's all price What Are these sub blue nav bow? I could be that god you know, it's cheaper than having a boat guys Let me let me explain to everybody watching the best and cheapest way to get a boat And the most low effort way get a friend with a boat Then you don't have to do Anything you don't have to pay for it.  I'll get it ready. And that's it. That's all you got to do You get a friend with a boat so much better conquered land conquer air conquered sea now We need to conquer the real estate market Highest price first.   This doesn't feel like you're inside of a home This feels like you're in some sort of weird club or something.  This is the garage but I think that this would be this would be Such a nice home gym. Are you kidding me?  That's pretty cool actually I won't lie. It's pretty cool. This space feels odd like What's this area? You get a little pool table here, which It feels like it's in the way of this walking space. It feels odd And then you have this thing It's weird and then What is this? It is what I thought it is guys. Do you know what that is? It's three tv's Why for whom and what and why? Okay, let's go uh upstairs upstairs Stupid art Okay, is this the The main room. Oh, what's this? Upstairs kitchen for some reason. Why I don't know. I don't know why you would want an upstairs kitchen This house is so long and weird. It's so long like like What is this?  Oh, there's like a pool up here Also in a hot tub and like a little putting green. Okay, interesting. That's kind of cool. I guess I want to see What we've got in collectibles like this Horse head What is this? No, duty paid. We are willing to trade our sculpture with acceptable real estate. Imagine trading this for a house A car from the side of the mountain in bahia by brazilian based artist Florinaldo suza de dos Santos Value increases 10% a year. How can you be sure you can't guarantee that I might also be interested in this For three million dollars dude.  It's a 31 million u.s. Dollar Blackberry it's a blackberry 18 photos of this blackberry you can get a blackberry for 31 million dollars Whomst is doing this only 25 exquisite examples were produced each originally sold at 25 000 Only two exclusive uh clientele worldwide. So carefully selected. So it was only specifically given 25 000 pen cool Yeah, that's a good investment. Okay. I do want to go To watches and I want to see what the most expensive watch is on here It's not even cool looking Ah, it's kind of cool looking I guess It's all right two and a half mil cool I'd say like 2.3 million. I'd pay 2.3, but not 2.5 2.5 still just You know, I don't know. I think that they're trying to upcharge with the 2.5 2.3 though, I think would be a good deal usd 1.8 Honestly, it's kind of a steal for this 1.8 I'd pay two and a half for this the other one this two and a half. No this two and a half. Absolutely. All right guys. Well This was James edition if you'd like me to come on james edition again sometime look at some more collect collectibles more jewelry We could search helicopters next time. I know that we didn't look at the helicopters and I'm sorry about that Let me know what you thought about james edition. 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Hi guys, I'm Taylor. I'm an extension intern of NDSU. And today we're gonna be going over the basics of measurements and just so that we all are on the same page about the abbreviations and everything like that. First, we're gonna start with the dry ingredient cup measurements. These come in a variety of a quarter cup, third cup, half cup, and one cup. Cup can be abbreviated with just a simple C or it's just spelt out C-U-P. Next, we have teaspoon and tablespoon. These ones can get a little tricky because they both start with T. Teaspoon is usually always lowercase. This is abbreviated with just a lowercase T, T-S-P, or spelt out teaspoon. The larger one, which is actually three teaspoons or one tablespoon is abbreviated with an uppercase T or T-B-S or spelt out tablespoon. The last measurement type we're gonna go over is liquid measurements. These can be abbreviated with fluid ounces, which would be F-L-O-Z or spelt out. And to remember, one cup is eight ounces of liquid. These make it nice and easy because they have one cup, three quarters cup, half cup, quarter cup, but they also on the other side have all of the fluid ounce measurements as well, coordinating with what measurement you're on. Measurements can be tricky, but if you can remember how to read the recipe and the abbreviations for each measurement, it makes cooking and baking super fun and easy. Never get too scared or intimidated by the measurements. And always remember, when in doubt, you can always look it up too. Super easy and the internet is a great resource to make sure that you're using the correct measurements.


And now, tonight's presentation of Radio's outstanding theatre of thrills. Suspense. Tonight, we bring you the true story of five polar explorers and their race against death. We call it the Diary of Captain Scott. So now, starring Ben Wright, here is tonight's suspense play, The Diary of Captain Scott. Wednesday, January the 18th, 1912. Camp 69. Temperature minus 22 degrees. AM, the South Pole. We have arrived, yes, but under very different circumstances from those expected. We have had a horrible day. Elation ran high all morning since we were nearing our goal and thought to be the first five men to reach the pole. That our hopes were dashed when Evan sighted a flag and a tent near the spot. The Norwegians have been stalled as our first to get here. In the empty tent under the name of their leader, Royal Amundsen, we're listed the five men who are with him. It's a terrible disappointment and I'm very sorry for my loyal companions. There's no doubt of it now. They did find an easier way up over the barrier. We thought as much back at Cape Armitage. Well, it's a rotten shame, men, and I'm sorry. Good Lord, Captain Scott, you've done everything you called. Well, there's more to do. More for all of us. Eight hundred miles, as a matter of fact. Are you ready to start back, Evans? I can't think of a reason to stay in this miserable place. Is the sledge ready, Oaks? A bit frozen in, I suppose. Yes, I imagine. Wilson, do you vote to start? All the faster the better, Captain. Well, Bowers, can you get a sight and start us off on course? The sky's a bit overcast, but I think so. Yes, I think I can. We'll go then as quickly as we can. A minute saved here will mean a minute more of comfort aboard the ship. January the 18th, temperature minus 20. PM. The moment of departure is here. It is impossible to collect our thoughts, since few of them are voiced. But I know that the same are with all of us. Can we pull the heavy sledge that great distance? Eight hundred miles over trackless windswept barrier and drift? Can we find the carefully arranged supply camps we left on our trail? Can we trust our navigation instruments? Can we survive? January the 20th, night camp. Temperature minus 25.6. Came along well this afternoon for three hours, but then arrived a dreary finish for the last hour and a half. The weather, very curious. Snow clouds looking very dense and spoiling the light pass overhead from the south, dropping very minute crystals which absolutely spoil the surface. We had extremely heavy dragging and we were forced to stop when Wilson suddenly discovered that Evans' nose was frostbitten. There's no doubt that Evans is a good deal run down.  Oaks too. Now Bowers comes into the tent to report his last sighting. I can't get an accurate one with this sky. I don't like it. I don't like it either. What do you think it means? The weather's breaking up. I don't know, Oaks. How accurate was your sight, Bowers? I can't be sure. I should say that if we aren't on our line of march that we're very close. A few points could be quite important. I know, but our next camp is no more than seven miles. That simply means that we're seven miles off schedule. I plan to be there tonight. I can go on, Captain. I feel better now. No, Evans, no. We'll stay the night and get up early in the morning, but we must have fewer delays. January the 21st, temperature minus 38.4. This morning while freeing the sledge from Ice, Evans slashed his hand. I'm afraid the poor chap is in for trouble as wounds will not close in this coat and we absolutely cannot spare the time to camp as our rations are very low as well as our fuel. January the 28th, night camp, temperature minus 27. The miles continue to fall behind us, but with painful slowness. Our diet and with it our general condition has improved since finding our half-degree supply camp. Only 42 miles to the next one. But we are not without ailments. Oaks is suffering from a very cold foot. Evans hands him face in a horrible state and tonight Wilson is suffering tortures from snow blindness. Bowers and I are the only ones without troubles at present. I've got to rest. Don't try to help, Evans. Just hold to the sledge. I wasn't helping, Captain, but I've got to rest anyway. I get dizzy. Don't sit down, Evans.  Can't we put him in a sleeping bag? Put him on the sledge? No, I won't do that. We can pull him. I won't do it. If it's for the good of the rest of us, Evans, no. I'll stay here first. Then if it's an order. No, not that kind of an order. I won't be dragged on by the rest of you. Then you've got to come along. Seven or eight more miles, Evans, and then we'll be stopping for some rest. And a hot meal. I'm not thinking of those miles. How many more seven miles are there? Let's cover these. How many more, Evans? I'll do the best I can. I'm sure of it, Evans. And everything will be all right. Yes, sir. All right. Now there'll be hot food in a few more hours. Let's move on. February the 11th. Temperature minus 26.2. The worst day we have had during the trip and greatly owing to our own fault. We started on a wretched surface pulling on ski. The light was horrible. Doubled by fog it made everything look fantastic. As we went on the light grew worse and we found ourselves in pressure. Then came the fatal decision to steer east. The disturbance grew worse and my spirits received a very rude shock. The farther we plunged ahead the less possible it seemed that we could find a way out. We struggled until 9 p.m. and could do nothing more than make camp. There is no getting away from the fact that we are not pulling strong. And the Himpony Slade. The right pony slade. Children, girls... Your eyes, Wilson, how are they? Better. I think... All right, let me see. Yes, I think they are. Oh, Evans. Evans. Yes? What are you saying? Was I saying something? I didn't think I was. I thought I was asleep. And perhaps you were. Know what you were saying, Evans? You were naming the schools that donated sledges for the expedition. Oh. I thought I was asleep. I must have been dreaming about home. I like it better there than I do here. I mean, I like dreaming about it. I like it asleep. You'll get as much rest as you can, Evans. We'll want an early start. Ah, you were. How's your foot? It's better, Captain. It bothers a bit in the morning, but then it gets better. Good. How'd you make it so well, Captain? Well, because I know that everything is going to be all right. Just cheering us up, do you really think so? No, of course I think so. You know as well as I what spending planning we've had. Everything's going precisely as it should. The line of supply camps right back to the ship. All we've got to do is to follow it. February the 17th. A very terrible day, although we got out of the turmoil. Evans looked a little better after a good sleep and declared that he was all right. He started in his place on the traces, but half an hour later he had to leave the sledge and follow behind. At the first rest stop he came up very slowly. He stayed with us for a while and then dropped out again. We tried to pull him onto the sledge but hadn't the strength.  At lunch camp we saw him coming far as turn. And when we looked again he had fallen. Evans? Evans? Is he alive? Wait. Yes, get him up on his feet and get him moving. Evans! Let me go. Walk! Walk, man! Walk, Evans! Don't walk through that.  Right. Evans! Evans, will you listen to me? You can't lie there, you've got to move! Evans, come on!  You have to do it, I can't lift you! Okay, no further. Then we got him into the tent. He was quite comatose. And he died quietly at 12.30 p.m. It is a terrible thing to lose a companion that way. His passing is a frightfully personal thing to each of us. As his usular doubts and fears are not voiced. But I don't think that one of us does not wonder how many of the remaining four can survive. At the river 22nd, night camp, temperature minus 22.9. There is little doubt that we're in for a rotten critical time going home. And the lateness of the season may make it really serious. We never won a march of 8.5 miles with greater difficulty than we did today. We have come now a bit more than half the distance, which leaves almost 400 distressing miles of dragging still before us. On the bright side we found another supply camp and have 10 full days of provisions and have less than 70 miles to the next camp. River of the 25th, night camp, temperature minus 23.2. A little despondent again. A really terrible service. It surely will be a bad business if we are to have this pulling all the way through. I don't know what to think, but the closing of the season is ominous. Oat's foot is almost completely gone and he is helpless. It leaves the pulling up to Wilson, almost totally blind now. By ours and myself. And we do not do well at all. The truth is that there is not enough energy in our rations. Without tremendous intakes of energy in this cold, the physical system suffers. The mental system too. There is little communication between us in the tent at night now. Yes? What is it, Scott? Well, I heard something. I thought you said something, didn't you? No. Bowers. I've got to talk to you, Bowers. Of course. Bowers, I'm terribly worried. I didn't think it was you that called. I heard my wife. Under these conditions? Hardly. No, wait. Let me tell you. It started last night. I was with her, Bowers, and it wasn't a dream. I was lying awake, looking up at the peak of the tent, and suddenly I was with her. In our library, at home. You must have been dreaming. No, I wasn't. I could feel everything. Smell everything. The perfume she was wearing. The warmth from the fire. I was warm, Bowers. I was warm even after I came back here. No dream can accomplish that. I went home. I held her in my arms. We went up to see our son. It was night, and he was asleep. And then we went back to the library and sat before the fire, and it was warm. I'm sorry that he's asleep, Bob, but it's late. Oh, I know. There'll be time. You know what tales I'll have to tell him. Of courageous men serving their country. I'll make him proud to be an Englishman. I'm sure he will be, darling. Above all, we must guard him against indolence. We must make him a strenuous man, interested in the natural history. That's better than games. He'll be a good man. And you, Kate. Oh, if I could tell you of the millions of thoughts I've had of you. I was with you, I think. I worried, sir. I knew you must have been suffering. Well, there was some. There's bound to be, when a fetus as great as ours, the years of planning. Eight hundred miles, we might, to the pole. And eight hundred back. But what wealth we brought to the scientists. And what honor we brought to England. Your home, darling. And that's more important than science and honor. Your home when you won't ever go away again. No. No, I've served my term of duty, I think. I shall collect and arrange my notes. Perhaps I shall write a book and describe the bottom of the world and living there. But never go back. It drifts snow like finest flower flickering up under one's clothing and stinging as a sandblast. Never go back. The great cloudy columns of snow drift advancing from the south and heralding the storm. But never go back. No. I like it here. I'm warm. Warm. I'm warm. It was a dream, Scott. Good Lord is nothing to worry about. It was not a dream. All of your senses don't coordinate in a dream. You don't smell and touch and feel. I like it. I told you. Obviously, if it's the first sign of a breakdown, I wanted you to know. Of course it isn't. You're in splendid shape. Thanks, Bowers. I owe you a great deal of nonsense. At least I owe you the privilege of getting some sleep. Good night, Bowers. You're married. March the first. Lunch. Very cold last night. Minimum minus 41.5. But our fortunes have changed. At least the future looks brighter. Bowers' excellent navigating has kept us precisely on course. And on it we found an unexpected supply tent containing rations and a note addressed to me. The men at the Cape have taken it upon themselves to change plans for which we are very happy. The next camp, we expected only supplies, has been enlarged and manned. But they're with dog sledges. At that point, our dragging days are finished. And only 24 and a half miles away. March the second. Night camp. All the elation of yesterday has been crushed. This fortune rarely comes singly. This day we have suffered three distinct blows. First, through some oversight, the oil supply is less than half of what he thought it was. Second, Titus Oates disclosed his feet. They show very bad indeed. They'll never be saved. Lastly, the weather has turned on us. Blizzard conditions are extreme. We are in a very tight place indeed. But none of us is despondent. Or at least none shows it. March the 10th. Things steadily going downhill. Midday. Minus 43. Blizzard still with us. Oates unable to go on, so I camped at noon. I've covered only 11 miles in the eight days past. Captain? Yes, sir. It's quite difficult to say this so without something to say.  No, you aren't Oates and you mustn't talk like him. No, I am and I'm not afraid. Stop that, Oates. I know what I'm saying, sir. The quicker it happens, the better.  I know I felt about poor Evans. He was holding us back and I knew he was going to die. I was angry with him for keeping on as long as he did. Oates! What kind of talk is that, Oates? It's the truth and I don't care. When he was holding us back, I knew there was no chance for him. I wanted him to die. I don't know what the rest of you are thinking but that's what I was. Now I'm holding you back and I won't have it. I want you to leave me. We'll not leave you, Oates. No, please, Captain. I'm not afraid. I'd really like to go, sir. I'm tired and it hurts, sir. I'd like to go to sleep and not wake up. I have no family to leave like the rest of you have.  You'll know that. Please, Captain, what if I did get through? There isn't a chance. What if I did? I'd have my feet cut off. I'd rather die than have that done. Please, Captain, I'm not thinking of anybody but myself. I want it that way. I'll get into my sleeping bag and I'll go to sleep. I'm not afraid. I want to. We can't do that, Oates, even if we agreed with you. We couldn't leave you. Please, Captain, you know I'm right, sir. All of you know. Please, Captain, please, sir. March 16th or 17th. I lost track of dates, but I think the last is correct. Poor Titus Oates is gone. For this journal be found. I want these facts recorded. This was his end. He woke in the morning yesterday. It was blowing a blizzard. He said, I'm just going outside. It shouldn't be long. He went out into the blizzard. And we have not seen him since. March 18th, night camp. We're still about 14 miles away from the sledge camp, but ill fortune presses. My right foot has gone. Two days ago I was proud possessor of the best feet. Now one is gone. But my companions are still confident of getting through. I don't know. We have the last fill of oil in our primus. This alone between us and first. March the 21st. Got within 11 miles of dog sledge camp yesterday, but blizzard forced us to lie up. We cannot move against it. We do not dare to leave the tent. They would surely die if we did. If conditions do not... I didn't see you. It's so nice in the sun, I thought I'd sit out for a bit. Yes, it is nice. Nothing like this at your precious South Pole? Nothing like this, no. Down there, even when the sun is high, it's always weak and diffused, you know? Because of the reflection from the ice from every side, there never is a definite shadow. There's always a number of shadows on any man or subject. I would say that your South Pole would drive anyone to insanity. Well, I think it has. And then, when it's low, the sun... there's a never-ending twilight that holds today and yesterday together for months instead of moments. I remember when we reached the pole, the endless white deserts undulating, but offering nothing to stop the frigid winds that sweep endlessly on. I think you love it.  Because five men march to the pole and they say they've conquered it. But they haven't. It will conquer them. You'll never go back, will you? No. I didn't want you to go, remember? I was afraid that you wouldn't come back. Do you remember when I said that? Yes, yes, I remember. I laughed at you, didn't I?  I laughed and told you that I'd conquer it just for you. That I'd name a glacier for you. Well, I didn't name a glacier for you, but I... I thought of you, Kate. I thought and dreamed of you so often. It's important that you know that. Scott! Kate, I love you. And at this sacrifice... Scott! What? Oh, yes, flowers. Wilson, dead. Oh, Wilson? Oh, Wilson is dead. March the 29th. Since the 21st, Bowers and I surviving Wilson have had a continuous gale and blizzard from west-southwest and southwest. We had fuel to make two cups of tea, a piece, and bare food for two days on the 20th. Every day we've been ready to start for the dog-sledge camp 11 miles away, but outside the door of the tent it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we're getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think that I can write much more. This rough journal and our dead bodies must tell the story. And, darling, we ask no more. The following year, an expedition formed by Captain Scott's comrades at the main depot at Cape Armitage set out and found his body, along with that of Bowers and Wilson. Search was carried on for oats and ovens, but they were never found. A great cairn was built at the site of Scott's final camp, a trivial monument to the courage of five men, and especially to the complete devotion to duty of Robert Falcon Scott, who, until his dying breath, continued to keep a record of the fatal journey. Suspense, in which Ben Wright starred in tonight's presentation of The Diary of Captain Scott. Next week, we bring you the story of three convicts on a road gang in Florida who planned the perfect escape through the Everglades. We call it Quiet Night. That's next week on Suspense. Suspense is produced and directed in Hollywood by Anthony Ellis. Tonight's script was adapted for suspense by Gil Dowd. The music was composed by Lucian Morrowek and conducted by Wilbur Hatch. Featured in the cast were Ellen Morgan, Jane Avello, Richard Peele, Raymond Lawrence, Hans Conreed, and George Walsh. For another fast-moving demonstration of how the FBI in peace and war fights crime, don't miss the next dramatic episode over most of these same stations tomorrow night at this time. Stay tuned for five minutes of CBS News to be followed on most of these same stations by The Jack Carson Show. The Radio Workshop presents the new and unusual Friday nights on the CBS Radio Network.


Bittisworth's Exaltation by Jonathan Swift, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kitchock. Upon hearing that his name would be transmitted to posterity in Dr. Swift's works by William Duncan. Well, now, since the heat of my passions abated, that the dean hath lampooned me, my mind is elated. Lampooned, did I call it? No. What was it, then? What was it? It was fame to be lashed by his pen. For had he not pointed me out, I had slept till in doomsday, a poor, insignificant reptile. Half lawyer, half actor, pert, dull, and inglorious, obscure, and unheard of. But now I'm notorious.  The worst they can say is, I got in at the back one. If the end be obtained, tis equal what portal I enter, since I'm to be rendered immortal. So clisters apply to the anus tis said, by skillful physicians, give ease to the head. Though my title be spurious, why should I be dastard?  Why, sure to some comfort, that heroes should slay us. If I fall, I would fall by the hand of Phenaeus, and who by the drapery would not rather damned be, than demigodized by Madrigal Namby. A man is no more who has once lost his breath, but poets convince us there's life after death. They call from their graves, the king or the peasant, react our old deeds, and make what's past, present, and when they would study to set forth a like, so the lines be well drawn, and the colors but strike, whatever the subject be, coward or hero, a tyrant or patriot, a titus or nero, to a judge tis all one, which he fixes his eye on, and a well-painted monkey's as good as a lion. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Bette is worth's exultation by Jonathan Swift, read for LibriVox.org by Caitlyn Buckley. Upon hearing that his name would be transmitted to posterity in Dr. Swift's works by William Duncan. Well, now since the heat of my passions abated, that the dean hath lampooned me, my mind is elated. Lampooned, did I call it? No, what was it then? What was it? It was fame to be lashed by his pen. For had he not pointed me out, I had slept till in doomsday a poor and significant reptile. Half lawyer, half actor, pert, dull, and inglorious, obscure, and unheard of. But now I'm notorious.  The worst they can say is I got in at the back one. If the end be obtained, tis equal what portal I enter since I am to be rendered immortal. So Kleister's applied to the anus tis said by skillful physicians give ease to the head. Though my title be spurious, why should I be dastard?  Why short is some comfort that heroes should slay us? If I fall, I would fall by the hand of Phenaeus, and who by the draper would not rather damned be, than demigod dyes by madrigal Namby? A man is no more who has once lost his breath, but poets convince us there's life after death. They call from their graves the king or the peasant, react our old deeds and make what's past present. And when they would study to set forth a like, so the lines be well drawn in the colors but strike. Whatever the subject be, coward or hero, a tyrant or patriot, a Titus or Nero, to a judge tis all one when she fixes his eye on, and a well-painted monkey's as good as a lion. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Belt's Worse, Exultation, by Jonathan Swift, read for Libberbox.org by Chad Horner, from Liverpool. Upon hearing that his name would be transmitted to posterity, and Dr. Swift's works by William Duncan. Well, now, since the heat of my passions abated, that the Dean hath lampooned me, my mind is elated. Lampooned, did I call it? No. What was it then? What was it? It was fame to be lashed by his pen. For had he not pointed me out, I had slept till Ian Doomsday, a poor insignificant reptile. Half lawyer, half actor. Pert, dull and inglorious, obscure and unheard of. But now I'm notorious.  The worst they can say is, I got in at the back one. If the end be obtained, tis equal what portal I enter. Since I'm to be rendered immortal, so Kleister's applied to the anus, tis said, by skilful physicians. Give ease to the head. Though my title be spurious, why should I be dastard?  Why, sure, tis some comfort that heroes should slay us. If I fall, I would fall by the hand of Pneas, and who by the draper would not rather damned be, than demigodised by a dreagle namby. A man is no more who has once lost his breath, but poets convince us there's life after death. They call from the graves the king or the peasant. React our old deeds, but make what's past present, and when they would study to set forth alike. So the lines be well drawn, and the colours but strike. Whatever the subject be, coward or hero, a tyrant or patriot, a Titus or Nero, to you judged his all one, which he fixes his eye on, and a well-painted monkey's as good as a lion. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Well, now since the heat of my passions abated that the dean hath lampooned me, my mind is elated. Lampooned, did I call it? No, what was it then? What was it? T'was fame to be lashed by his pen? For had he not pointed me out, I had slept till in doomsday a poor insignificant reptile. Half lawyer, half actor, pert, dull and inglorious, obscure and unheard of, but now I'm notorious. Fame has but two gates, a white and a black one, the worst they can say as I got in at the back one. If the end be obtained is equal what portal I enter since I am to be rendered immortal? So clisters applied to the anus, is said by skillful physicians give ease of the head. Though my title bespurious, why should I be dastard?  Why, sure, it is some comfort that heroes should slayers, if I fall, I would fall by the hand of Phineas. And who by the draper would not rather damned be, than Demigod eyes, by Madrigal Namby? A man is no more who has once lost his breath, but poets convince as there's life after death. They call from their graves the king or the peasant, react our old deeds and make what's past present. And when they would study to set forth alike, so the lines be well drawn and the colours but strike, whatever the subject be, coward or hero, a tyrant or patriot, a Titus or Nero, to a judge is all one which he fixes his eye on, and a well-painted monkey's as good as a lion. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Betsworth's Exultation by Jonathan Swift Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett Upon hearing that his name would be transmitted to posterity and Dr. Swift's works by William Duncan. Well, now, since the heat of my passions abated, that the Dean Hath lampooned me, my mind is elated. Lampooned, did I call it? No. What was it, then? What was it? To his fame to be lashed by his pen? For had he not pointed me out, I'd slept till even Newm's Day, a poor and significant reptile.  Obscure and unheard of, but now I'm notorious.  The worst they can say is, I got in at the back one. If the end be obtained, tis equal what portal I enter, since I'm to be rendered immortal. So Clisters applied to the anus, tis said, by skilful physicians, give ease to the head. Though my title be spurious, why should I be dastard?  Why, sure, tis some comfort that heroes should slay us. If I fall, I would fall by the hand of Phenaeus. And who by the drapeyre would not rather damned be, than demigodized by madrigal Nambi? A man is no more who is once lost his breath, but poets convince us there's life after death. They call from their graves the king or the peasant. React our old deeds and make what's past present. And when they would study to set forth a like, so the lines be well drawn, and the colors would strike. Whatever the subject be, coward or hero, a tyrant or patriot, a titus or nero, to a judge tis all one which he fixes his eye on, and a well-painted monkey's as good as a lion. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Betisworth's Exultation by Jonathan Swift. Read for LibriVox.org by Nick Zager. Upon hearing that his name would be transmitted to posterity in Dr. Swift's works by William Duncan. Well, now, since the heat of my passions abated, that the dean hath lampooned me, my mind is elated. Lampoon, did I call it? No. What was it then? What was it? It was fame to be lashed by his pen. For had he not pointed me out, I had slept till Ian Doomsday, a poor, insignificant reptile, half lawyer, half actor, pert, dull and inglorious, obscure and unheard of, but now I'm notorious.  The worst they can say is, I got in at the back one. If the end be obtained tis equal what portal, I enter since I'm to be rendered immortal. So Kleister's applied to the anus tis said, by skillful physicians give ease to the head. Though my title be spurious, why should I be dastard?  Why, sure, tis some comfort that heroes should slay us. If I fall, I would fall by the hand of Phenaeus. And who, by the drapeer, would not rather damned be, than demigodized by magical Nambi? A man is no more who has once lost his breath, but poets convince us there's life after death. They call from their graves the king or the peasant, react our old deeds and make what's past present, and when they would study to set forth a like, so the lines be well drawn and the colors but strike. Whatever the subject be, coward or hero, a tyrant or patriot, a Titus or Nero, to a judge tis all one which he fixes his eye on, and a well-painted monkey's as good as a lion. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Betsworth's Exultation by Jonathan Swift Read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter Upon hearing that his name would be transmitted to posterity in Dr. Swift's works by William Duncan. Well, now, since the heat of my passions abated, that the dean hath lampooned me, my mind is elated. Lampooned, did I call it? No. What was it then? What was it? It was fame to be lashed by his pen. For had he not pointed me out, had slept till in doomsday a poor insignificant reptile, half lawyer, half actor, pert, dull and inglorious, obscure and unheard of. But now I am notorious. Fame is but two gates, a white and a black one. The worst, they can say, is I got in at the back one. In the end be obtained till equal what portal I enter, since I am to be rendered immortal. So Christ is applied to the anus, till said by skillful physicians give ease to the head. Though my title be spurious, why should I be dastard? A man is a man, though he should be abasted. Why, sure, it is some comfort that heroes should slay us. If I fall, I would fall by the hand of Phineas. And who by the draper would not rather damned be, than demigod eyes by magical Nambi. A man is no more who has once lost his breath. But poets convince us there is life after death. They call from their graves the king, or the peasant, react our old deeds, and make what's past present. And when they would study to set forth a like, so the lines be well drawn, and the colors but strike, whatever the subject be, coward or hero, a tyrant or patriot, a Titus or Nero, to a judge is all one which he fixes his eye on, and a well-painted monkey is as good as a lion. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Upon hearing that his name would be transmitted to posterity in Doctor Swift's Works by William Duncan. Well, now since the heat of my passions abated, that the dean hath lampooned me, my mind is elated. Lampooned, did I call it? No, what was it then? What was it? T' was fame to be lashed by his pen, for had he not pointed me out, I had slipped till Ian Doomsday, a poor and significant reptile. Half lawyer, half actor, pert, dull and inglorious, obscure and unheard of. But now I'm notorious.  The worst they can say is I got in at the back one. If the end be obtained, t' is equal what portal I enter, since I'm to be rendered immortal. So clisters applied to the anus, t' is said, by skillful physicians give ease to the head. Though my title be spurious, why should I be dastard? A man is a man, though he should be abasted. Why, sure it is some comfort, that heroes should slay us, if I fall, I would fall by the hand of Phineas. And who, by the draper, would not rather damned be, than Demigod dized by Madrigal Nemby? A man is no more, who has once lost his breath. But poets convince us there's life after death. They call from their graves the king or the peasant, react our old deeds and make what's past present. And when they would study to set forth a like, so the lines be well drawn, and the colors butt strike, whatever the subject be, covered or hero, a tyrant or patriot, a Titus or Nero, to a judge, t' is all one, which he fixes his eye on, and a well-painted monkeys, as good as a lion. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.


Hello and welcome to the Grand Line review, your source for everything one piece. And today we have a review of chapter 993, The Dream of Wano. And what a crazy installment. 993 overall is a legit emotional roller coaster, starting off with some really heart-breaking tragedy in regards to the civilians of Wano, which is immediately followed up by a lot of fun action comedy, especially when it came to the Luffy Sanji group. But then the full stop on this chapter is that big, oh damn moment, as it looks like the vassals have finally pushed their luck just a little bit too far in regards to this conflict. And we now have our first casualty as a result. So in honor of Kiku, may I suggest that you all do what she now cannot and press the subscribe button for the Grand Line review, which will result in you joining Grand Fleet and receiving regular one piece content uploaded straight into your YouTube feed. Make sure to use both arms while you have them and make sure that at least one of them presses this beautiful button. And if you have a spare arm, press the like button as well. But I obviously loved everything about this chapter. It was just such a meaty experience and we have a surprising amount of content to go over, but we will begin with Kiku because it is incredibly difficult to get that image out of my head. It all just happened so quickly and what sells this hitting hard more than anything else are the three reactions that Oda chose to immediately showcase below the panel of Kiku's arm being sliced off. We have Iso who you know, has only just reunited with Kiku and immediately this. Then we also have Kinemon who at this stage I'm also feeling pretty down about because I just have this foreboding premonition that he will have to watch each and every one of the vassals struck down. Sort of like how Luffy had to watch all of the straw hats vanished on Sabri until he was the last one standing. And finally Kiku who has the super evocative wide-eyed shock effect applied. These three reactions are everything you need to know. You have the personal loss with Kiku, the familial loss with Iso and the grand plan loss with Kinemon. All coming together to tell us that this is the beginning of the end. And I suppose the question now becomes just how dark will we go here? This is one piece and if someone is going to die I highly doubt it would be Kiku or honestly any of the vassals apart from Kinemon himself. And while this arm slice-offery business does look quite vicious and shocking it's also nothing new to the series. In fact, the very first chapter culminated in an arm loss and really in a world where Trafalgar Law exists and he is very nearby I do have trouble even seeing Kiku's arm loss being permanent. With that said Kiku is more than likely out for this fight and may very well spark a domino effect of falling vassals because this loss is actually massive. As I keep saying in most of my reviews the vassals are a stupidly powerful force but only when they are assembled together and taking advantage of that compound effect. Removing any one of them from that mix is absolutely devastating and it makes me fear for our next handful of chapters. Because we are undeniably building up to our next moment of grand tragedy on Wano because things have gone far too well for far too long. But to change gears a bit something I found artistically intriguing though would be the panel choice for this final two-page feature. And that's because I can't help but feel that the overwhelming temptation for most authors would be to switch these two panels.  I'm certainly not saying it's a bad thing. I'm just very, very interested in Oda once again choosing the road less taken. Like I wonder if it was a decision made to make sure that Kiku would be the focus of the spread because that is the focal point of the action currently and having this gigantic attack panel would pull focus from that. So yeah, I just enjoy trying to dissect Oda's choices because I just don't feel like we would see such a teeny tiny panel for such a massive scale attack in most other series. But hey, why not? It works. And one other thing before we move on, I love that we had this short flashback of the moment where Higurashi tricked Oden by pretending to be Momonosuke. And more specifically, I love this is something that Kaido clearly often thinks about. Showing that he does have this true sense of guilt or at least some form of dishonor for how this fight with Oden ultimately went down. Which we did already sort of know because Kaido did apologize to Oden right before his death and stated that he had Higurashi killed but seeing it reinforced here is still nice because these glimpses into Kaido's personality are incredibly rare. Even two years into an arc featuring him as the main antagonist, so I thought it was worth mentioning. But elsewhere in the chapter, we had plenty of action stuff, including some more Queen time featuring another one of his terrifying concoctions which seems to turn people into rabid ice demons. And when I say it looks like this thing actually gives them ice horns and everything. So that's a nice artistic yet sadistic touch by Queen there. And of course, it's also wildly problematic because we did not have enough people fighting on our side as it is. And now they can all be turned into, I guess what we'll call ice zombies. Quite the plague indeed. But also in this part of the chapter, we also seem to be maybe solidifying the idea of a Zoro Drake team up because they are still present and captivated. And there's even a really fun series of panels of the two of them framing the revelation of Queen's ice dude. And you can really tell a lot based on reactions because reactions don't just show us what characters are thinking about at any given time. They also show us who Oda is thinking about at any given time. And right here right now the trifecta of focus is undeniably on Drake, Queen and Zoro. So I am very much looking forward to that idea if that does pan out. Something else notable though, which I kind of skimmed over on my first read through is that Robin and Chopper are also here in the increasingly terrifying realm of Queen. But they get shoved in a panel together and are much less significant than the others. But it's still good to see because I was wondering what happened to them and it turns out nothing, nothing yet anyway. Although I have to say having Chopper present is very potentially relevant in the event that he could figure out some sort of quick fix to this plague. But then moving to the funniest part of this chapter we're following Luffy and Sanji which gives us what I believe to be the first climax mini-map of the arc showing the various levels of Onigashima. And I love these mini-maps. They make my life so much easier and I feel like I instantly have a much better geographical understanding of Onigashima as well as what our general goal with Luffy is going to be for the next while which is to reach the roof. And we have an awfully long way to go, don't we? But the main reason why this mini-map is ever so exciting to me though is that we really only tend to get these when a final conflict is in full swing when the chaos is so over the top that we do need regular locational updates. But as for what's happening here I have to say I loved everything about Sanji this chapter. There was a great panel where he performed the party table kick course which is probably my favorite Sanji attack except that he had the double jumper active and it's just beautiful. Although maybe don't spend too much time looking at Sanji's face because it was clearly not his main concern here. But with Sanji he also started to argue with Luffy which is something I appreciated because I very recently made a video on the dynamic of the monster trio. And in said video I stated that Luffy, Zoro and Sanji are a pretty abysmal team when they're all acting together. They are much, much, much, much better acting separately towards the same goal because the three of them do clash in terms of personality. So it was good to see here that Sanji just cannot keep control of Luffy and it did take the overwhelming presence of Jinbei to really calm the children down which was quite unexpected actually. I thought Jinbei might stick with Frankie to deal with some numbers, but that's all right. Frankie's got this, yeah. But then the stupidest, strangest and yet most amazing thing of the chapter happened with the gorilla smile user whose name I believe is Briscola.  Yet it's kind of cool looking at the same time. This isn't like Holden in his crotch line.  I suppose I do. But it does look strangely cool. I can't quite reconcile it in my mind. And I love how serious Briscola gets about his gorilla fist and Sanji's level of not caring reaches the point of furious, which I loved. Wonderful odor humor in this section in general. Which I think really disarmed me, pun intended, for the end of the chapter. Odor's very great at mixing comedy and tragedy to enhance both. And 993 is a flawless example. We're not even done yet though. There was so much in this chapter, including a section following Shinobu, Momenosuke and Yamato. Although to me, this was definitely the least interesting section. I really don't care for the whole Shinobu running away from Yamato thing because it's an artificial obstacle with an ending that we can all quite comfortably predict. Eventually they're going to realize that Yamato is on their side and yeah. So this was just another step towards that. However, what was very cool about this part is Baohuang, whose mysterious powers are expanded upon, giving us an effective answer to this whole Onigashima eye cult mystery. It would appear that Baohuang can use these bits of paper to surveil the area, which would be why we've seen so many beast pirates sporting them. Although I do wonder if it works without the paper because who's who has an eye on his body but not in paper form. And this may perhaps make Baohuang the kind of viola of this arc. You know, the individual with the perfect surveillance which gets used to inform the readers of what's going on through various bits of exposition. I do wonder exactly how her powers work though because you would think that they'd need to be Ninjutsu, right? They can't be a devil fruit because she's already the user of a squirrel smile fruit. Unless these powers are completely unrelated to her in the work of someone else, but that sounds a bit convoluted and still possible I guess. In any case, Baohuang is now far more intriguing than I ever thought she would become. But now I want to move all the way back to the beginning of the chapter with our scene in the Flower Capital. This is the sort of stuff that I feel like a lot of people might race through or just slightly skim over because it doesn't contain any truly notable characters but I really, really like this opening. This was the first time that we've really seen the citizens of Wano in a state of genuine happiness and for such a tragic reason. The one day of the year when they aren't directly under the tyranny of Orachi, it's such a classical odor thing to do. You know, revealing the common desire of a mass of people rather than just having them being a nameless thing to be saved. This is the sort of scene that makes everything we went through with the various poor towns worth it because the contrast of seeing everyone happy and hopeful plays very nicely at this point in the arc. In fact, it's pretty perfectly placed because after chapter 992, we were made to feel very happy and hopeful ourselves after seeing the vassal seemingly demolish Kaido. So this scene does a very good job of reinforcing that feeling which makes it all the more tragic when Oda takes the first step towards despair with Kiku at the end. But I mean, speaking of the end, that's not really a concept we can quite comprehend, is it, because Wano is nowhere near over. It's looking more and more like we'll be doing the traditional Kabuki 5 act structure of plays, which I will remind you, act three of those plays are classically characterized by a moment of great tragedy, which we could maybe take to be Odin's flashback or it could be a tragedy yet to come with the maybe certain Kinamon, hmm. But then the fourth act would very typically consist of battles, so that would make sense to start toppling the beast pirates, concluding with a victory against Kaido. And then act five is all about a swift and satisfying conclusion, which would be the post battle events, you know, parties and recovering and all that fun stuff. But now let's turn to the cover story because this is some pretty monumental stuff. It's not every day that we see the conclusion of a 517 chapter story arc, but here we are. Lola is finally married, which is really trippy for me to think about because I still remember when Lola was first introduced, way, way, way back in chapter 476. It was my last year in high school, we were still riding the high of any Slubby. And then all of a sudden Lola pops up out of nowhere and asks Luffy to marry her. And I really never could have imagined that this tiny character arc would conclude almost exactly 13 years later. So newer fans, I can understand this being a sort of, oh, that's cool, kind of a fair, but seeing this cover actually made me bizarrely nostalgic for my early days of One Piece. With that said, it's also quite important for in-world reasons because Lola is the reason why Big Mom has that secondary rift with the obf giants because Lola rejected Prince Loki. And unfortunately for Loki, Lola is now officially off the market. So the fire tank pirates are really putting in some serious overtime into screwing over Big Mom here. But it was a purely delightful cover and it further displays a soft-hearted side of Mr. Capungang Beige, who was a bizarre combination of sappy family man blended with vicious gangland murderer. And weirdly enough, this doesn't even seem to be the end of the cover story, which has had a whopping 37 installments now. And I think that this would have made a pretty amazing ending, but perhaps Oda is planning on finishing this with some sort of intrigue instead, we shall see. But that pretty much does it for chapter 993. And what do you guys think? Please do leave your thoughts in the comments below or even join my Discord server. And if you're keen for more videos like this then please do go and check out some of my other content or even subscribe to the channel. 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