This database includes over 1 million aid activities funded by more than 80 donors from the s to present. For detailed information about this data set, see the AidData User's Guide. Provided by the Taiwan International Cooperation and Development Fund TaiwanICDF , this table provides detailed descriptive and financial information about Taiwan's development-oriented lending and investment projects since These 68 projects have been integrated into AidData, and have received AidData sector and activity codes.
These records were gathered from the annual reports of the Liechtenstein Development Service. This dataset has AidData sector and activity codes applied, and is formatted and translated into English. These 73 project records were gathered from the project list released by the Development Cooperation and Democracy Promotion Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. They are provided with Lithuanian descriptive information, automatically translated English descriptive information and commitment amounts in Lithuanian Litas.
It includes expanded project descriptions for projects. AidData sector and activity codes have also been applied.
Funding amounts are not included in this dataset. This dataset is comprised of donor-provided financial information complemented by descriptive information from the public domain for 27 cooperation projects funded or co-funded by the government of Cyprus. It contains a list of scholarships provided by the Development Cooperation of Cyprus without financial information.
This geocoded dataset contains nearly 2, active World Bank projects in over 30, locations across countries that were approved between and This dataset contains all African Development Bank activities approved in They have been translated, screened, and coded by AidData staff.
Financial information was not provided for these projects. The dataset includes financial information, environmental impact, and other project information as well as links to the original source for each project.
The dataset includes financial information, information on executing agencies, sectors, and project abstracts, as well as links to the original source for each project. AidData sector and activity codes have been applied. A collection of replication data for research on aid allocation and aid effectiveness.
Featured Tools. Search All Datasets. Add Filters: China. Natural Resources. Research Release. SDG Coded. Survey Results. China's Public Diplomacy Dashboard Dataset. Global China Data. Chinese Public Diplomacy Activities. Chinese loan contracts. How China Lends Dataset, Version 1. SDG11 Data. Counting the Costs City Data. Listening to Leaders. A formal letter. It was, bound to be formal - stiff and formal.
The man was incapable of acting otherwise. He had never done anything informal in his life. My dear Mary, I trust that you will not permit my departure from this world to upset you too much, but that you will continue to observe those precepts which have guided you so well daring our partnership together. Be diligent and dignified in all things.
Be thrifty with your money. Be very careful that you do not. A typical William letter. Or was it possible that he might have broken down at the last moment and written her something beautiful?
Maybe this was a beautiful tender message, a sort of love letter, a lovely warm no of thanks to her for giving him thirty years of her life and for ironing a million shirts and cooking a million meals and making a million beds, something that she could read over and over again, once a day at least, and she would keep it for ever in the box on the dressing-table together with her brooches.
There is no knowing what people will do when they are about to die, Mrs Pearl told herself, and she tucked the envelope under her arm and hurried home.
She let herself in the front door and went straight to the livingroom and sat down on the sofa without removing her hat or coat. Then she opened the envelope and drew out the contents. These consisted, she saw, of some fifteen or twenty sheets of lined white paper, folded over once and held together at the top left-hand corner by a clip. Each sheet was covered with the small, neat, forward-sloping writing that she knew so well, but when she noticed how much of it there was, and in what a neat businesslike manner it was written, and how the first page didn't even begin in the nice way a letter should, she began to get suspicious.
She looked away. She lit herself a cigarette. She took one puff and laid the cigarette in the ash-tray. If this is about what I am beginning to suspect it is about, she told herself, then I don't want to read it.
She glanced over at William's empty chair on the other side of the fireplace. It was a big brown leather armchair, and there was a.
Higher up, on the backrest, there was a dark oval stain on the leather where his head had rested. She had never liked those eyes. They were ice blue, cold, small, and rather close together, with two deep vertical lines of disapproval dividing them. All her life they had been watching her. And even now, after a week alone in the house, she sometimes had an uneasy feeling that they.
Slowly she reached into her handbag and took out her spectacles and put them on. Then, holding the pages up high in front of her so that they caught the late afternoon light from the window behind, she started to read:. This note, my dear Mary, is entirely for you, and will be given you shortly after I am gone.
Do not be alarmed by the sight of all this writing. It is nothing but an attempt on my part to explain to you precisely what Landy is going to do to me, and why I have agreed that he should do it, and what are his theories and his hopes. You are my wife and you have a right to know these things. In fact you must know them: During the past few days I have tried very hard to speak with you about Landy, but you have steadfastly refused to give me a hearing.
This, as I have already told you, is a very foolish attitude to take, and I find it not entirely an unselfish one either. It stems mostly from ignorance, and I am absolutely convinced that if only you were made aware of all the facts, you would immediately change your view.
That is why I am hoping that when I am no longer with you, and your mind is less distracted, you will consent to listen to me more carefully through these pages. I swear to you that when you have read my story, your sense of antipathy will vanish, and enthusiasm will take its place. I even dare to hope that you will become a little proud of what I have done. As you read on, you must forgive me, if you will, for the coolness of my style, but this is the only way I know of getting my message over to you clearly.
You see, as my time draws near, it is natural that I begin to brim with every kind of sentimentality under the sun. Each day I grow more extravagantly wistful, especially in the evenings, and unless I watch myself closely my emotions will be overflowing on to these pages. I have a wish, for example, to write something about you and what a satisfactory wife you have been to me through and I am promising myself that if there is time; and I still have the strength, I shall do that next.
I have a yearning also to speak about this Oxford of mine where I have been living and teaching for the past seventeen years, to tell something about the glory of the place and to explain, if I can, a little of what it has meant to have been allowed to work in its midst.
All the things and places that I loved so well keep crowding in on me now in this gloomy bedroom. They are bright and beautiful as they always were, and today, for some reason, I can see them more clearly than ever. The path around the lake in the gardens of Worcester College, where Lovelace used to walk.
The gateway at Pembroke. The view westward over the town from Magdalen Tower. The great hall at Christchurch. The little rockery at St John's where I have counted more than a dozen varieties of campanula, including the rare and dainty C. But there, you see! I haven't even begun and already I'm falling into the trap. So let me get started now, and let you read it slowly, my dear, without any of hat sense of sorrow or disapproval that might otherwise embarrass your understanding.
Promise me now that you will read it slowly, and that you will put yourself in a cool and patient frame of mind before you begin. The details of the illness that struck me down so suddenly in my middles life. I need not waste time upon them except to admit at once how foolish I was not to have gone earlier to my doctor.
Cancer is one of the few remaining diseases that these modern drugs cannot cure. A surgeon can operate if it has not spread too far; but with me, not only did I leave it too late, but the thing had the effrontery to attack me in the pancreas, making both surgery and survival equally impossible. So here I was with somewhere between one and six months left to live, growing more melancholy every hour and then, all of a sudden, in comes Landy. That was six weeks ago, on a Tuesday morning, very early, long before your visiting time, and the moment he entered I knew there was some sort of madness in the wind.
He didn't creep in on his toes, sheepish and embarrassed, not knowing what to say, like all my other visitors. He came in strong and smiling, and he strode up to the bed and stood there looking down at me with a wild bright glimmer in his eyes, and he said, 'William, my boy, this is perfect. You're just the one I want!
Coming from Landy, the question didn't seem especially unkind. In a way it was refreshing to have a visitor brave enough to touch upon the forbidden subject. Would you care to consider a proposition? The way he was staring at me, and studying me, and appraising me with a queer kind of hungriness, I might have been a piece of prime beef on the counter and he had bought it and was waiting for them to wrap it up.
I am sure he was expecting me to jump when he said this, but for some reason I was ready for it. I lay quite still, watching his face and that slow white smile of his that always revealed the gold clasp of an upper denture curled around the canine on the left side of his month. I'm at the stage now where I'm ready to have a go with a man. It's a big idea, and it may sound a bit far-fetched at first, but from a surgical point of view there doesn't seem to be any reason why it shouldn't be more or less practicable.
Landy leaned forward and placed both hands on the edge of my bed. He has a good face, handsome in a bony sort of way, with none of the usual doctor's look about it. You know that look, most of them have it.
It glimmers at you out of their eyeballs like a dull electric sign and it reads Only I can save you. But John Landy's eyes were wide and bright and little sparks of excitement were dancing in the centres of them. It was a rather gruesome thing, but interesting. It showed a dog's head completely severed from the body, but with the normal blood supply being maintained through the arteries and veins by means of an artificial heart.
Now the thing is this: that dog's head, sitting there all alone on a sort of tray, was alive. The brain was functioning. They proved it by several tests. For example, when food was smeared on the dog's lips, the tongue would come out and lick it away, and the eyes would follow a person moving across the room. My own thought, which grew out of seeing this film, was to remove the brain from the skull of a human and keep it alive and functioning as an independent unit for an unlimited period after he is dead.
Your brain, for example, after you are dead. Let me finish. So far as I can tell from subsequent experiments, the brain is a peculiarly self supporting object. It manufactures its own cerebrospinal fluid. The magic processes of thought and memory which go on inside it are manifestly not impaired by the absence of limbs or trunk or even of skull, provided, as I say; that you keep pumping in the right kind of oxygenated blood under the proper conditions.
It is in perfect shape. It is crammed full of a lifetime of learning. It has taken you years of work to make it what it is. It is just beginning to give out some first-rate original ideas. Yet soon it is going to have to die along with the rest of your body simply because your silly little pancreas is riddled with cancer.
It's a repulsive idea, and even if you could do it, which I doubt, it would be quite pointless. What possible use is there in keeping my brain alive if I couldn't talk or see or hear or feel? Personally, I can think of nothing more unpleasant.
But let's take this slowly. I'll come to all that later on. The fact remains, that you're going to die fairly soon whatever happens, and my plans would not involve touching you at all until after you are dead. Come now, William. No true philosopher could object to lending his dead body to the causes of science. But I don't think you ought to turn me down quite so quickly before you know a bit more about it.
He took one himself and lit it with a tiny silver lighter that was no bigger than a shilling piece. There were some blue grapes on a plate beside my bed. I put the plate on my chest and began eating the grapes. Anything from four to six minutes and the whole thing's dead. Even after three minutes you may get a certain amount of damage.
So I should have to work rapidly to prevent this from happening. But with the help of the machine, it should all be quite simple. We've got a nice adaptation here of the one originally devised by Alexis Carrel and Lindbergh. It oxygenates the blood, keeps it at the right temperature, pumps it in at the right pressure, and does a number of other little necessary things. It's really not at all complicated. It's not difficult. The blood supply to the brain is derived from two main sources, the internal carotid arteries and the vertebral arteries.
There are two of each, making four arteries in all. Got that? The blood is drained away by only two large veins, the internal jugulars So you have four arteries going up they go up the neck of course and two veins coming down.
Around the brain itself they naturally branch out into other channels, but those don't concern us. We never touch them. I should then perfuse them, which means that I'd stick a large hollow needle into each. These four needles would be connected by tubes to the artificial heart. Now switch on the machine, which is already primed with the right type of blood, and there you are.
The circulation through your brain would be restored. For one thing, you'd certainly lose consciousness when you died, and I very much doubt whether you would come to again for quite a long time if indeed you came to at all.
But, conscious or not, you'd be in a rather interesting position, wouldn't you? You'd have a cold dead body and a living brain. Landy paused to savour this delightful prospect. The man was so entranced and bemused by the whole idea that he evidently found it impossible to believe I might not be feeling the same way. The first thing we'd do would be to wheel you to the operating-room, accompanied of course by the machine, which must never stop pumping. The next problem You see, afterwards, when you regain consciousness, it will be much more satisfactory from your point of view if you are able to remember exactly where you are and how you came to be there.
If only for your own peace of mind you should know that. You agree? The body is useless. In fact it has already started to decay. The skull and the face are also useless. They are both encumbrances and I don't want them around.
All I want is the brain, the clean beautiful brain, alive and perfect. ES William and Mary: Welcome. Map of Williamsburg in Virginia. The College of William. Homecoming promises something for everyone William. Home Page [www. Richard Bland College Campus Map. College of William and Mary - Psychology Ranking Post a Comment. Williamsburg area map pdf google map. We've got a map for that William Map inset a b s boundary t h e n r y s t c law school grad housing tennis center un d erg au t adm is on to law school grad housing and tennis center ap inset c kaplan arena zable stadium sunken garden swem lib ra y lake m ato k crim dell to ludwe l apts.
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