#but one class we were supposed to prepare a site description and all of us had one so

[raksh-writes]

Ugh, the mortifying ordeal of having to write emails to your professors that you're gonna be absent from classes the next days. Ugh. I hate it...

[jokertrap-ran]

(时空中的绘旅人—For All Time—) 司岚 SR 「欧洲纪行」 Clarence SR [Journey to Europe] Painting Story Translation: Of the Stonehenge and the Acropolis

*For All Time Master-list / Clarence’s Personal Master-list *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Card is from the [Ruins & Civilizations] series. *Yes, Clarence speaks really good English...

“Telling a story of a distant place.”

From England to Europe, he's just like a walking encyclopedia. But it's Clarence, so I suppose perfection is the norm; right?

Three weeks later, I got my Visa and started my journey to Ancient Civilization.

First, I'll fly to Europe.

The first stop will be the prehistoric site of the United Kingdom.

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Regret didn't truly strike until I reached Stonehenge, and it did. Hard.

Being part of a TV Program wasn’t any sort of holiday at all; the work schedule starts the very moment we take off, and there wasn’t much time to rest either.

Starting last afternoon, we'd taken a plane to the airport in London, Heathrow, flying through the large part of the night; and then followed up with a bus ride to Wiltshire before we could even regain our bearings.

I felt a little dizzy and faint just gazing upon this large pile of rocks under the scorching rays of the sun…

▷Choice: Jet-lag sucks…

Despite having fallen asleep on the plane here, the jet lag still made me rather uncomfortable…

▷Choice: Long-distance flights suck…

The air was too stagnant for my taste, given that it was a long-distance flight. Plus, the economy-class seats were way too narrow. Hence, I didn’t sleep well at night...

Thinking about it now, Emerald had truly taken care of me well during all of my previous trips abroad. He’d buy me a flight ticket under the business-class, and even reserve plenty of time before the actual trip itself, enough so that I could recover from the jet lag.

I read the lines of the script that was to be recorded for the TV filming in a dead tone.

MC: Stonehenge is a renowned prehistoric monument made of bluestones in Europe. It was built between 4000~2000 BC, spanning an area of around 11 square meters…

Thankfully, my main job was painting. If I had to memorize this entire script, I'm afraid I'd fall asleep way before any of these words stuck to my brain…

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With that in mind, I snuck a glance over at Clarence, who was preparing to be on camera.

I heard that he'd come to Europe once during high school as an exchange student, and that his English capabilities were exceptional.

Hence, that was why he was in charge of explaining the whole story of the Ancient European Civilization.

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He listened intently to the Director's instructions, smiling as he stepped before the lens.

Clarence held an information booklet as he started delving into the explanation in front of Stonehenge.

What happened was truly something out of the realms of my expectations. Clarence had started with a paragraph of English narration.

Clarence: What can it be？

Clarence: The place was all doors and pillars, some connected above by continuous architraves.

Clarence: It is Stonehenge! Older than the centuries; older than the d'Urbervilles.

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Clarence: In one of Britain's masterpieces, "Tess of the d'Urbervilles", this was the final destination of the runaway, Tess.

Clarence: The farmer girl Tess, who believed in god, laid to sleep peacefully atop the remains of the Altar built by the Druids.

Clarence: It is so solemn and lonely— after my great happiness with nothing but the sky above my face.

Clarence: It is at the very end of life, that all prayers, regrets, and pain comes to an end. Tess laid atop the Altar built by the Druids with only the sky above her head.

Clarence: That's right. This is the place where Tess had laid to sleep, entering a peaceful slumber. The people of ancient times had built their Altar here more than 2000 BC ago.

Clarence: As time passed, people started believing in the other gods and speaking other languages. Yet, the story of the vast sky that hung overhead and the towering rocks, are something that has been passed down from generation to generation...

Using "Tess of the d'Urbervilles" as an intro, Clarence delved into the main explanation of Stonehenge.

He subtly turned the topic back around, explaining the significance of Stonehenge in the histories of both architecture and astronomy alike.

He walked into the center of the stone monument as he spoke, explaining the principal axis of the pillars that made the Stonehenge. And about how the old path would fall in line with the morning sun of the summer solstice.

Meanwhile, the other two pillars paint in the direction of where the sun sets during the winter solstice.

Clarence's explanations were simple and easy to understand. It was intriguing enough that even I got enthralled by it despite how sleepy I initially felt.

Director: Amazing! Truly amazing! Your speech is way better than the script, Clarence!

Director: St. Shelter's University really did find a competent and suitable person for the job!

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I finally got the chance to talk to Clarence upon returning to the hotel in the afternoon.

He told me that he liked this whole plan about the Ancient Civilizations because he was once an exchange student here in Europe; hence, his familiarity with the European Ruins. He said that these ruins had managed to witness human civilization; and that this world only became much more interesting due to the footprints that humans leave behind.

——This view of his was similarly shared by Emerald himself.

Clarence: I was actually the one who suggested the next site to the Director and his team.

I glanced at the plane ticket.

MC: Athens, Greece…? Are we going to see the Acropolis?

▷Choice: Athens is where the European Civilization originated from!

MC: The European Civilization originated from Greek. And I heard that the Acropolis of Athens is a marvelous historical place to behold.

▷Choice: I once saw a show called “Saint X”...

MC: I once saw a show where all the Saints of X lived within a sanctuary, which happened to be the Acropolis.

MC: So, I think that the Acropolis should be a marvelous relic of history!

Clarence smiled wordlessly.

Clarence: You'll know once you get there.

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After a day’s rest, we flew off towards Athens, Greece.

We then took a ferry from Piraeus Port to Rhode Island.

MC: I can’t believe that the Acropolis isn’t the historical relic of Greece… Fine. I should have known. I mean, you were smiling! But you never did reply to me...

MC: Still, how strange. What other historical remains are there on Rhode Island that are more valuable than the Acropolis itself?

Clarence: The Acropolis is indeed the largest ruin in Greece. However, I personally doubt that the ruins of civilization need to be shown through such grandeur.

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I was absolutely dumbfounded when Clarence walked right back to Rhode Island’s Port.

There was nothing else here… Other than the ordinary port and Castle erected by the later generations.

Clarence took one glance at the script before turning back up to face the cameras while explaining.

Clarence: This is Rhode Island. Standing here now, I can only see the peaceful harbor and the buildings built by the later generations.

Clarence: In 282 BC, a bronze statue of Helios, the Greek God of the Sun, was erected here. However, the statue was destroyed by an earthquake a mere 56 years later.

Clarence: Though it lasted for only a short period, it was still long enough for it to be recognized by Antipater, a traveler of the old, as one of the “Seven Wonders of the World” 

Clarence explained about "Rhode Island's Sun God Statue". Based on his description, it was a colossal statue that towered at the height of 33 meters. It was made entirely out of bronze. The torch in its hand acted as a lighthouse, and its two feet, each on one end of the shore, served as the Port’s entryway.

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Based on Clarence’s descriptions of the place, I let my thoughts wander, bringing me to Ancient Europe. The grand statue seemingly reappeared before my eyes.

I raised my head to look at the statue. It stood between the blue sky and the sea, the torch in its hand blazing furiously, lighting the way for any passing ships and directing them towards the harbor...

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Clarence: After the fateful earthquake, the ruins of what remained of the God of the Sun laid there in silence for another thousand years.

Clarence: After that, Rhode Island was conquered by the Arabs, and the remains of the statue smuggled to Syria. The site of glory that was once behold became no more.

Clarence: Mankind creates miracles, yet destroys them all the same.

Clarence: We create prosperity alongside the development of Civilization, yet at the same time, we destroy what’s beautiful and well in light of our greed and desire.

I now know why he’d suggested Rhode Island instead for the filming location for the “European Civilization”.

The Acropolis was the origin of European Civilization.

However, the statue of the God of the Sun in Rhode Island tells us all, that no matter what Civilization it may be, it can all just be as easily erased by the hands of the very humans who built it.

[lordmartiya]

Fox Rain chapter 03

@lilanette-week

@supermenteuse

@emblian

@starcrossed-stardust

I’m back! Sorry for the delay, but I needed to find information on foreign etiquette-and writing it was absurdly hard. Anyway, I started writing this chapter after the first episode of season 3. I will take some hints from that, but I still remain of the opinion I had when I started writing this: that Lila, when she first appeared, wasn’t evil. That, and in her months of absence she had been the target of a very experienced manipulator capable of using excessive means (seriously, financing a movie just to piss Lila off at the right moment?!)… And today we have the decisive moment. What, at least in my version, would have started pushing Lila toward the one villain that Papillon cannot control, but, due different circumstances, has a completely different outcome.

Chapter 03: Her Holyland

“Salima, was Vorpika hidden inside a half-Klingon, half-duck creature?!”

“I suppose we could call it that, y-”

The suite’s phone ringed, prompting Salima to distract herself-just long enough for her charge to leave.

Natalie took the pre-paid SIM card out of the old burner dumbphone, broke it, and threw it in the public thrash bin. It had done its job to try and isolate Lila Rossi from her oldest friend, and no matter if it worked or not it wouldn’t do to risk it being traced back to her. She had made the call from her car as she went to work for that reason, after all.

As she prepared to go back to Agreste’s mansion she started hoping it would work. She was painfully aware of how they were acting, and would be rather infuriating if it failed.

“WHO IN THE FUCKING WORLD WAS SUCH A DERANGED IDIOT TO PUT THIS ON LILA’S DESK?!” Lila and Marinette heard shouting.

That the shouter was Chloe Bourgeois, that she was pointing at the sheet of paper in her hand, and she had been cursing were all hints it was something unforgivable and she was beyond furious. Enough Lila glanced around for an Akuma, before grabbing the sheet from a very surprised Bourgeois and seeing it was a printout of a gossip site praising “Vorpika, the Real Wielder of the Fox Miraculous” and shitting on Volpina.

“I take I was being punked when they told me it’s a Parisian tradition to give new students some toilet paper?” Lila replied as she crumpled it, stopping Bourgeois mid-step as she was about to bolt.

“You-you aren’t getting Akumatized? I mean-”

“Just some idiot running their mouth and someone who should deal with I-know-what a better way.” Lila declared. Then, noting the whole class was there, she continued: “Speaking of idiots, I apologize for considering you one, and I think I did call you that, for taking at face value that claim about Jagged Stone. I had no idea it was believable.”

“Huff! As long as you admit you were wrong…” the mayor’s daughter replied. “But for the future, remember that in the class where everyone but two students and the homeroom teacher have been Akumatized at least once everything is believable.”

“And that makes sarcastic claims much more difficult to do.” the Italian girl replied with irritation. She had spent two whole weeks to come up with something unbelievable that would be immediate to the French, only to end in the same class as the daughter of Jagged Stone’s landlord and the girl who designed and created his Eiffel Tower glasses in an afternoon and drew the cover art for Rock Giant… What was she supposed to claim if she didn’t want to be believable? That Jagged Stone had a kitten? No, if what she had heard about his crocodile was true that could be believable too…

“Why don’t you use calling cards that declare you’re the Queen of Sheba?” Rose proposed, answering to the unvoiced question.

“For a very good reason: I hadn’t thought about it. You’re a lifesaver.”

With that Lila went to her seat, near Kudzberg, wondering why did Marinette and some of the others seemed so surprised about Bourgeois’ actions. Obviously she didn’t believe she’d let someone get Akumatized on purpose, so why she was so surprised?

As the class was being let out for the lunch break, Marinette was still having trouble believing that Chloe had been trying to stop an Akumatization. Maybe she was being unjust with her, but with everything she had pulled, especially in the four years before Marinette received her Miraculous, it was just surreal to see her trying to be helpful.

“But seriously, what’s with that stupid name? Vorpika, ha!” Chloe let out as she had been talking with Sabrina of the new hero, putting the world back in place.

“It’s Italian slang for “Fox-themed antihero from Rome”.” Marinette explained.

“And you expect me to believe it?”

“Would a confirmation from a Roman of Rome help?” Lila intervened. “The short version is that, back in the 1960s, the comic book Diabolik and its villainous protagonist made such an impression that it spawned an entire subgenre of Italian crime comics, and between that and Disney, of all publishers, getting in the game, in Italy names that end with “-ik” are reserved for villains and antiheroes of both genders, and “-ika” for female antiheroes(1). And if you add it to an actual word you can also get the character’s theme. For example, an evil guitarist would be named Chitarrik(2), a certain most evil comic book character was named Satanik(3) and Vorpika takes her name from the word for “fox” in Romanesco, the dialect of my beautiful Rome.

“An association quite obvious to an Italian… But not to a Frenchgirl, especially so far from the border. Let me guess, Italian relatives?”

“My grandmother, she used to visit often enough I picked up the language, well, I understand it, and a few other things, including body language. I used to be mistaken for an Italian on that alone…”

“Could have been worse, you could have been mistaken for an Englishgirl.”

Marinette was starting to get worried about Lila’s apparent hatred for England, but before she could even think to ask anything a tan boy their own age, dressed in rather covering clothes and with a pair of dark glasses and the most fake pair of mustache on his face, barged in and started addressing Lila in a language Marinette didn’t understand, with Lila covertly passing her phone to Rose that for some reason, used it to call someone as she left the classroom.

As Lila was calming down the newcomer, Marinette went in a corner and covertly asked Tikki what was happening.

“He guessed that Lila is Vorpika, apparently she “signed” her first appearance.” Tikki whispered. “Also, he thinks she got Akumatized on purpose to cover for it.”

As Marinette tried to process the fact someone could think Lila would do something like that (and noticed that Adrien too was in a corner and looked as Lila as she had grown a second head), none other than prince Ali’s chaperon came in and grabbed the boy with the fake mustache, who was looking at Lila in surprise.

“Had Rose call Salima, because, seriously, you have a crack shot as a chaperon for a reason.” Lila told her friend-who Marinette realized was the Prince Ali. “Seriously you can’t just come here like that!”

“After school at the hotel?” Ali replied.

“After school at the hotel. Stay safe, Lustro.”

“Don’t get into your nickname, Shijjar.”

As she looked at the prince being grabbed away by his chaperon, Marinette went to Lila, trying to speak through the shock.

“Yes, we are on nicknames term, comes with being each other’s oldest non-imaginary friend.” Lila said. “And no, we aren’t dating even if someone seems convinced we’re secret lovers.”

As Rose gave a shy smile at the remark, Marinette started wondering exactly how much had Lila actually lied, and why. It made no sense…

Trixx liked Lila for many reasons. Among others there were her cunning, her ability to use the illusions to their full and devastating effect, the “if I’m smart enough to pull it off” attitude (though that meant he’d have to work a lot to keep it in check. Especially at how she had accidentally used the “I’m half-Klingon half-duck”(4) in-joke between her and her friend and outed herself on the first sortie), the fact she actually knew how to play the dizi (he was a musical kwami, he needed that and instructing the Holder was always a pain), the wealth and related unwillingness to spend too much (by the description of her wardrobe, he’d have cried in pain had he been entrusted to Chloe Bourgeois), and the immense quantity of hair (made possible by the wealth) that allowed the kwami to stay close to her head without being noticed. The latter was especially useful right in that moment, as Lila, after visiting her royal friend, had just been given a potentially devastating news.

“What did you say?” Lila whispered in shock.

“This morning a woman called us and revealed that not only you aren’t friends with Ladybug, but also that you refused an offer of friendship.” Salima, the chaperon, repeated. “I of course reported this and all the very numerous details to His Majesty, who gave precise instructions.”

“Shijjar, my friend, you must make amends with Ladybug.” the prince said, looking pained. Trixx believed it was because he knew Lila well enough to anticipate her answer, or what she was thinking. “You are my sister in anything but blood, but our kingdom cannot afford to be seen linked to the enemies of Paris’ protector.”

Trixx knew exactly what Lila was thinking, who she was going to blame, and how she was going to react. He understood how angry she was, and that she’d blame the wrong person-unless he made her notice something:

“The chaperon said “woman”, not “girl”.” he whispered to his Chosen. And by her slight wincing he knew she had understood.

“It is not His Majesty’s policy to support such foolishness.” Salima said.

“But letting a terrorist use him and his heir to manipulate a girl is?” Lila replied coldly.

“What are you trying to come up with to get out of your trouble?”

“Who were the witnesses?” the prince instead asked, quickly realizing what his old friend meant.

“Only Ladybug, Adrien Agreste and myself were present for the initial encounter, though the terrorist Papillon obviously knows though the same magic he uses to find his victims. As for our later disagreement, it took place above Gustave Eiffel’s apartment in the Tower, with only Ladybug, Chat Noir and myself present-and the terrorist once again knows thanks to his magic.” Lila explained.

“And we actually don’t know if he has accomplices.”

“What?! Your Highness, you can’t believe this girl!” Salima protested.

“Why, exactly? It certainly makes more sense than the alternative. Would you please inform my father about this?”

“There is no need.” an unfamiliar voice announced, coming from an equally unfamiliar man that had appeared in the computer’s screen. Unfamiliar to Trixx, because the humans appeared to know who it belonged to, though both Lila and the prince appeared startled.

“Your majesty, I was not aware of your presence.” Lila said to the man without bowing, heavily hinting what country this man was king of. The following words confirmed it: “And I believe your son wasn’t either.”

“That was the point. I needed to know if he was ready to assume greater duties-though I cannot say I’m displeased to have missed this chance due something we should have suspected all along.”

“In the current circumstances? Easily forgiven.”

“Then I believe you should share the saltiest bread.”

“Of course, father.” the prince replied with a smile.

“I’m grateful for your attention, though I believe your subjects are worthier of it than myself.” Lila continued, in a display that would have likely confused many of the other kwami who lacked experience with the Arabic etiquette.

“I’ll follow your suggestion, then. Just… Please, find an honorable peace with Ladybug as soon as possible. Be well.”

As the king of Akdor left the conversation, Lila turned to Salima with an unpleasant smile.

“And so, we kept you from causing a mess.” she stated. “Though I believe I should be grateful-now I know who I should ruin.”

“Lila, calm down.” the prince told her.

“I am calm. Calmer than I thought I’d be with this mess.”

“That’s what worries me-you were just like this before you started denying non-existing rumors at your London school.”

“I agree, we should all calm down and discuss things around a good coffee.” Salima added.

“I’m not taking advice from you. You almost cost me my place in the world, my trust in people and my friends, my… Uh uh… My Holyland, that’s what you nearly cost me.”

“What did you say?” the woman hissed.

“Nevermind, I’ve read the hotel’s brochure and I see we need one of their services. Follow me, both of you… And please don’t interfere.”

The tone of the last phrase worried Trixx. The prince too, he looked focused and wondering what his old friend was thinking to do.

As she, her friend-currently doing something with his phone-and the add-on went to look for the one she needed, Lila was taking deep breaths to keep calm after being completely manipulated like that. Just a simple phone call from an accomplice and Papillon had her murderously furious at Ladybug, to the point she had almost been about to renounce to what until the previous day had called her oldest non-imaginary friendship just to have a shot at destroying her, and lose all remaining trust in her friends in the process. Sure, Lustro, the add-on and His Majesty had been fooled too, but considering what their realm was going on they had an excuse to not notice on the spot, while she had needed Trixx to realize what was happening.

Still, raging would not help. All she needed was to play along, wait for her chance, and at the right moment rip the Butterfly Miraculous from him and throw him to the authorities-no matter what his reasons were, the Princess Fragrance incident had left the French government and judiciary with no reason but hitting him with the full weight of their laws, and that was without counting Volpina and everything else(5). Maybe the French authorities would consider reopening Devil’s Island just for sake of a papillon pun(6)-that was what she’d do if she could, at least.

For now, however, she’d be content with exposing him for what he was besides a terrorist, and crumble the romantic ideas some people had to have on him. Not personally or by Lustro’s hand, she needed him not knowing she had found out. No, the Tiger would do it-she wouldn’t deny her this favor, and as she was in Beijing and normally lived in Tokyo and showed her location on the Ladyblog’s forum it was unlikely she’d be connected to her, even if the bowtie hebephile could track internet connections.

And now that she had found Bourgeois, she could get the password for the wi-fi and talk to her friend.

“Bourgeois, I need your help.” she asked to the mayor’s daughter, who had been using the phone.

“Uh… Just a moment.” the blonde replied before doing something and turning to her. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, I would need the wi-fi password, even a temporary one. I need to urgently contact a friend who’s currently in Beijing, a friend that doesn’t have the, how is it said in French, well, she’d end up spending a lot if I called her without internet and I just don’t have the time to go back to the Italian embassy or register at an internet cafe.”

“Does that have anything to do with your current collective mood?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s a o-”

Chloe was interrupted by her phone’s ringtone, Clara Nightingale’s It’s Ladybug, but touched it and put it away.

“Sorry for the interruption, Lila. Now, this thing that’s getting you furious and that you need need the wi-fi password for, it’s a one-time only, right?”

“Of course. I know I’m not registered as a guest and shouldn’t access the wi-fi, but…”

“Save it, here’s the password.” Chloe said as she pulled out a ticket with a password. “But remember, you owe me.”

“Thanks.” she replied, and web-called her friend.

“What’s up, Zorra?” her friend saluted her in French-one of the languages they shared-except for the chosen word for “female fox”.

“Just a thing that happened today.” she replied in Japanese. A language none of the presents knew, aside for Trixx, so they wouldn’t be able to stop her. “It’s a bit long to explain, and it’s urgent, but… Could you start a discussion on the Ladyblog’s forum and denounce Papillon as a pedophile?”

“… Why aren’t you doing it by yourself? Wait, are you planning to try and make yourself an accomplice to strike him down at the right moment?!”

“Exactly.”

“Don’t you think it’s crazy?”

“Precisely. And why it’ll work.”

“Uh-uh. By the way, does your Arabian prince know of what happened to make you plan that? Because I was on the forum right now and someone from Paris, username “Fatimid”, has just started that very discussion.”

“Come, scusa?”

“A guy calling himself Fatimid has started this very discussion a few minutes ago. Sounds like Prince Ali to me.”

“Oh. Sorry for disturbing you. I suppose tomorrow you’ll have to work with the movie…”

“Second day of shooting… And he’s even hotter in person!”

“Just… Just don’t make your parents grandparents, ok?”

“Not for another three years-no child of mine will be called a bastard! Good luck in that madpeople cage!”

“And you don’t start a revolution. Good night!”

Lila took another deep breath to calm herself, then she turned to the prince and leveled a glare to him.

“I’m your oldest non-imaginary friend, remember? We may have met before the Pantherhunt, but I still know exactly how you think.” Ali reminded her, completely unfazed. “And I’m not letting you get in that kind of mess.”

“What if I wanted to get in that kind of mess?”

“Then you were too angry to think straight.” called an unexpected voice, prompting Lila to turn-and see Ladybug and Chat Noir standing near a very smug Chloe, who was showing that her cellphone had an ongoing call… With Ladybug.

“Listen, Ladybug, I just discovered that Papillon tried a horrible thing, and-” Lila started, but was interrupted.

“And you’re going to let him anger you and give him power over you?”

Lila stopped, surprised at what she had just been said. She had to admit, at least to herself, she had screwed up. And she should be grateful to Ladybug-but why had she done it? She could have manipulated her so easily had she just let her stay angry…

“Wait, where’s Vorpika?” Chloe asked, jolting Lila from her thoughts.

“She’d been in Tokyo until a few days ago and was too busy investigating a possible trail to Papillon to rest.” Ladybug explained, surprising Lila again. The superheroine was quite good at lying for someone who hated lies so much…

Nathalie Sanscour was a user of the Ladyblog forum, and prone to use it during work hours. “Secretly”, of course-officially she had to keep it secret from Gabriel or risk a reprimand or being fired, something that would come handy if Adrien or the Gorilla (she really needed to find out his real name) saw her while she looked if someone slipped something useful for Paris’ supervillain. And her scouting of the forum was the reason for her current anger.

“Nathalie, calm down.” Gabriel told her, ignoring Nooroo as he chuckled at the irony.

“Calm down?!” the woman replied. “Sir, they’re calling you a pedophile! A PEDOPHILE!”

“And how did we act with Rossi?”

“Well, we tried to manipulate her, and-”

“She’s fourteen. Or fifteen. Between the age gap and teenagers being Akumatizable far more often than adults, it was only to be expected they’d mistake me for a pedophile.”

“But-”

“Don’t worry, I can shoulder this until I win-and then, it will have never happened. Now excuse me, but I need to set a supervillain on Rossi or the prince as soon as possible-I have a character to keep.”

As she waited for Vorpika with Chat Noir at the Eiffel Tower, Ladybug thought at what she had seen of Lila at the hotel-and the effect of her words. It had been a gamble, based on how close she was acting to certain things she had wanted to do before Tikki… And it had worked. That gave her a different perspective on the Italian traveler-one she’d rather not have, if it wasn’t for the bullet everyone, and especially Lila, had just dodged. If nothing else, Chat had accepted to just follow her lead on that-she hadn’t managed to tell about that even to Tikki, and Chat, sadly, was out.

“Hi, guys.” Vorpika said as she arrived, before coming extremely close to Ladybug. “The thing at the hotel, how, and why?”

“Well, we gave Chloe our numbers due the many Akumatizations she causes so at least she can get us to intervene, and she hadn’t abused it.” Chat interjected, trying to distract the fox. “Not yet, at least. We gave them to the mayor, Jean David the butler, the Agreste’s Gorilla, Marinette…”

“Makes sense… But it wasn’t about that. Ladybug, how did you know what to say to calm me down, and why?”

“I’d rather not talk about how I knew-and frankly, you wouldn’t believe it.” Ladybug replied. “As for why… Why not?”

“Because you could have easily turned me into your pawn, eliminated a future enemy and gained the best attack fox in Paris, that’s why!”

“Maybe I don’t want that. I want you as a friend, not a pawn.”

Vorpika stepped back, thoughtful and curious, muttering something about owing Ladybug her “holyland” (and using the English word). Then, after a few seconds, she asked: “Where did you guys learn how to fight without weapons?”

“I did some karate(7)-” Chat started.

“What style? Goju Ryu, Shotokan, Kyokushin? Was it sundome, or-”

“I was five and mom and father pulled me out after a month. Never knew why.”

“Oh. And you, Ladybug?”

“Well, I try and imitate my cousin, she’s a Savate practitioner and often shows off her moves to try and get me to join.” Ladybug said.

“So, one may or may have learned something years ago and never practiced again, and the other tries to imitate advanced moves without knowing the basics. Explains why you’re so bad. Fists in front of the face, now.”

After that, Vorpika taught them the jab-cross combo, or one-two. The very basic of boxing, she had said while she moved Ladybug’s left arm through the jab motions. Ladybug knew it was her way to not feel indebted for pulling her out of her anger at the hotel, not an actual sign of friendship, but was willing to wait. Maybe it would never happen, but at least she’d make sure to save her from herself and that she didn’t need saving-that was what she promised to herself.

Notes

(1)The longer version is as follows: in 1962 Diabolik was first published, and its success spawned the “Nero Italiano” (Italian Noir) genre, comic books characterized by being a rather violent take on the crime genre and featuring protagonists whose name includes the letter “k” (not used in Italian words) or, sometimes, the suffix “-ik”; among the public outrage (including even judicial seizures and trials) also appeared parodies such as Cattivik (created by Bonvi, of Sturmtruppen’s fame, and then gifted to fellow author Silver) and Dorellik, and Disney Italy, when creating an antihero alter ego for Donald Duck, named it Paperinik (also known as “Duck Avenger” in the English-speaking world), adding the suffix “-ik” to Donald’s Italian name “Paperino”, and this being still Disney they also gave one to Daisy (in Italy, “Paperina”. Disney is usually more clever than this…) and called it “Paperinika”; while the genre all but disappeared under moral outrage and the low quality of most of Diabolik’s successors, it and especially Diabolik (who is still published) had already left a standing impact on Italian comics and media, that included the association of the suffix “-ik” with antiheroes and villains and “-ika” with female antiheroes.

(2)That is how Guitar Villain is named in the Italian dub of Miraculous Ladybug.

(3)An actual Italian comic book created to ride on Diabolik’s success, whose protagonist renamed herself Satanik upon getting the power to act on her revenge plans.

(4)Blame Astruc, he said that when he was asked about Lila’s ethnicity. Then again, that and crazier could be applied to all Italians…

(5)The Princess Fragrance incident saw an Akuma villain attack foreign royalty and diplomatic personnel (what the prince’s chaperon would count as), both covered by diplomatic immunity, and he made a full threesome of attacks on people covered by diplomatic immunity the moment he Akumatized Lila, the daughter of an Italian diplomat. Simply put, after those stunts the minimum Gabriel can get is life in jail with eligibility for parole at 18 years.

(6)The Bagne du Cayenne (Penal Colony of Cayenne), also known as Devil’s Island, was a French prison famous for being used for internal exile of political prisoners and the harsh treatment of the inmates (up to 75% death rate). Closed in 1953, the prison is the subject of numerous books and movies, including Henri Charriére’s best-seller Papillon.

(7)Chat said that in “Simon Says”. Given his performance and Gabriel being Gabriel, either his dojo wasn’t focused on combat (more common than one would expect) or he didn’t stay there long.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

[beacholidays]

Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.

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Commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople

Such matters are commonplaces to the missionary in Constantinople. But the use which he makes of his observation depends upon his manner of regarding the peculiarities of the people. All will agree, that a missionary enterprise is not reasonable before God or man which aims merely to propagate a sect. For no folly of Christian bigotry so injures the interests of the race as that which undermines without knowledge the religious beliefs of others, as though the words of the Christian creed were a sort of shibboleth of salvation. The missionary who truly continues the work of Jesus Christ in this world may not live a life apart, in the study, from which he emerges to deliver a sermon and to which he then returns to prepare another.

He studies the life more than the written creeds of the people. For, whether at home or abroad, men belong to one of three classes with reference to possession of their birthright of manly power. We all know these classes. In every land we see men in pagan darkness, following impulse tempered by experience as their sole guide to aspiration and conduct. Others we know who admit that Jesus Christ is the safe guide, but still follow their own whims unblushingly. Another class know who have changed, or painfully are changing, the centre of gravity of their lives from self to the self-sacrificing Christ. The missionary has to class those whom he would help to come up out of passive endurance of fate into command of the elements of power. His message to men comes from an ardent desire to influence wisely their lives, and the message is that there is no other name under heaven whereby they may be saved from themselves than that of Jesus Christ. He has to present this message as Jesus Christ presented it in the form of a scheme of life which clearly has immediate and practical value to every one private tours istanbul.

Study cultivates between the missionary

The intimate relation which this line of study cultivates between the missionary and the people among whom he lives, is one rarely attained by other foreign residents. As a result of it, the thoughts and motives of the people furnish the colour for the missionary’s views of Constantinople. Such a view of the city may easily be of general interest. It comprises a background as well as a foreground. For the background there is a beauty of site unexcelled, a political and commercial importance unrivalled, and a controlling potency of influence over a great portion of Western Asia. And still farther away in the distant horizon looms a shadowy memory of the ancient Christian Church of that place, with its vain prayers and its broken hopes that this city might be the visible centre of the power of Christ in the world. As to the foreground of this view, we have to discover its details as we saunter through those busy streets. The endless surprises of such a quest all have bearing upon the justness of the missionary’s theories of duty, test the wisdom of his methods of action, and perhaps more than all show the complicated nature of problems which are vital issues for the future of the people, to say nothing of the rest of the world now increasingly forced for its own peace to reckon up and gauge their peculiarities.

To offer a picture of life in Constantinople at all complete in detail would require a number of volumes of this size. The incidents given in the following pages, then, should not be supposed to exclude facts of contrary tendency. They are merely illustrations of some of the problems of life in the city, chosen as typical out of a mass of notes, by one who desires to be just to the good qualities of a people whom he loves, even while criticizing less pleasing characteristics.

It is proper to add that the author has in a few cases quoted from descriptions in letters of his own published in the New York “ Tribune ” and the Chicago “ Interior.” Such quotations are few, but should be acknowledged.