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4 days ago · Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle KStJ , DL (22 May 1859 – 7 July 1930) was a British writer and physician. He created the character Sherlock Holmes in 1887 for A Study in Scarlet, the first of four novels and fifty-six short stories about Holmes and Dr. Watson. The Sherlock Holmes stories are milestones in the field of crime fiction.
The poem was partially revised by Burns, and he added an eighth stanza. Burns later re-wrote the poem on a solitary stroll in the country, and this second version consists of six stanzas. [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] It is possible that Burns was not aware that Pagan was the original author, only noting that "this song is in the true Scottish taste, yet I do not know that either air or words were ever in ...
1 day ago · Early life. [edit] George Raymond Martin (he adopted the confirmation nameRichardat 13 years old)[2]was born on September 20, 1948,[14]in Bayonne, New Jersey,[15]the son of longshoremanRaymond Collins Martin and Margaret Brady Martin. His mother's family had once been wealthy, owning a successful construction business, but lost it all in the ...
2 days ago · Showing signs of his outspokenness from the get-go, Morrissey has said that he wrote “This ... Cody Belew on his all-time favorite divas, the go-to song when he wants to feel sexy & so much more ...
5 days ago · Fortunato, more than a little intoxicated and dressed as a jester, is led from a party by Montresor, who feels that he has been wronged by Fortunato in countless ways, into his family catacombs with the pretense of showing off a cask of precious Amontillado, a rare sherry. Fortunato eagerly follows only to be chained to a niche in the wall ...
5 days ago · Stave 1/ supernatural - Marley's chains are a symbol of greed. Scrooge is making his chain with evil, covetous ways, he is going to hell! I'll drink his health for your sake and the day's. Stave 3/ Christmas, social responsibility/ the cratchit Family toast Scrooge showing their Christmas spirit.
4 days ago · The hollers rise up and spill over any way they want. When old folks laugh, they free the world. They turn slowly, slyly knowing the best and the worst of remembering. Saliva glistens in the corners of their mouths, their heads wobble on brittle necks, but their laps are filled with memories.
