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はてなキーワード: Dryとは
Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
(27)
One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
(30)
I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
(32)
I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.
No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l
ステークホルダーが複数いたり継続的にアップデートを行うB2CやB2BのサービスだとDRYは理想論だなってなる
結局仕様や目的がガチガチに固められていて将来にわたって変更が無いと確信できるケース以外は必要以上にDRYにこだわるメリットはあまり無いと感じている(とはいえある程度の抽象化はすべきなので、この辺のバランス感覚は経験によって培われるのだろう)
ワイ
ChatGPT
弱い男性は、どこにいるのさ？
弱い男性には、あたしにかかってこいよ
キティ:
でもそれが悪いとは言わないよ
そうかもしれないけど、あたしはそう思わない
弱い男性を踏みつけるなんて、あたしにはできない
強さは女性にもあるって、忘れちゃいけない
キティ:
弱者男性に優しくしても、彼らはあたしたちを見下すよ
強くなければ、この世界では生き残れないんだよ
でも強さって何だろう？
自分より弱い者を踏みつけること？
それとも、弱者を助けること？
あたしは後者を選ぶよ
キティ:
それでもあたしは強さが必要だと思うよ
強さと優しさを併せ持って、弱者男性を支えるんだ
ワイ
ChatGPT
[Miffy:]
Yo, it's Miffy and Kitty on the mic
And we're here to talk about a topic that's tight
It's about the men who feel weak inside
But they don't show it, they just try to hide
[Kitty:]
It's time to break down that toxic mold
Where men gotta be tough, and never fold
But vulnerability is not a flaw
It's a strength, and it's time we saw
[Miffy:]
So to all the men out there feeling small
Don't be afraid to let down the wall
It's okay to ask for help and support
You're not alone, we'll be your escort
[Kitty:]
We'll listen to your stories and your fears
We'll hold you up, we'll dry your tears
You don't have to go through it alone
We're here for you, until you're grown
[Miffy:]
So let's break down the stigma and the shame
That says men can't show their pain
It's time to open up and let it out
And let the world know what you're all about
[Kitty:]
So to all the vulnerable men out there
We see you, we hear you, and we care
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During my lifetime I've probably drank enough whisky to fill an Olympic size swimming pool, but whisky flavoured foods of any description should be avoided like the plague.
私は一生の間に、おそらくオリンピックサイズのプールを満たすのに十分な量のウィスキーを飲みましたが、どのような種類のウィスキー風味の食べ物もペストのように避けるべきです.
An Olympic-size swimming pool is used as a colloquial unit of volume, to make approximate comparisons to similarly sized objects or volumes. It is not a specific definition, as there is no official limit on the depth of an Olympic pool. The value has an order of magnitude of 1 megaliter (ML).[1]
オリンピック サイズのスイミング プールは、口語的な体積の単位として使用され、同様のサイズのオブジェクトまたは体積とのおおよその比較を行います。 オリンピックプールの深さには公式の制限がないため、これは特定の定義ではありません。 値は 1 メガリットル (ML) の大きさのオーダーを持っています。 [1]
エタノールの比重を約0.8g/cm3とすると、一日の許容量は40度のウィスキー約62.5mL
毎日ウィスキーだけ飲み続けたとして、1MLに達するのは、1,000,000,000（mL）÷62.5（mL/日）=16,000,000（日）。うるう年を考慮せず365で割った結果は、43,835年と225日
期間を50年以上、20,000日と仮定する。1,000,000,000（mL）÷20,000（日）=50,000（mL）。Lに直すと、一日あたり50リットル以上
ウィスキーのダブルは約60mLになる。これを一日3杯ずつ20,000日間飲んだとすると、180（mL/日）×20,000（日）=3,600,000（mL）=3,600（L）
この程度の量を計るのに適切な単位はバレルだろう
バレル - Wikipedia
アメリカでは、用途によらない標準の液量バレル (standard barrel for liquids) は31.5米液量ガロン（正確に119.240 471 196リットル）である。
ただし、税法上、ビール用のバレル (standard beer barrel) は31米液量ガロン（正確に117.347 765 304リットル）となっている。
一方、穀物や野菜などに用いられる標準乾量バレル (standard dry barrel) は、105乾量クォート（約115.6リットル）と定義されている。
イギリスでは、標準のビールバレルは36英ガロン（正確に163.659 24リットル）である。石油用のバレルを英ガロンで表すと約35ガロンとなる。
さらに、用途によっては質量によるバレルの定義が行われている（例：小麦粉＝196ポンド、セメント＝376ポンド）。
ワインやウイスキーなどの酒類の貯蔵に用いられる樽の種類でバレルと呼ばれるものは、容量42 - 55米ガロン（約208.2リットル）くらいまでのものが用いられる。
「私は一生の間に、おそらく樽2ダースを満たすのに十分な量のウィスキーを飲みました」と言い換えれば大ボラをつかずに済むということになる
LINDT ＆ SPRÜNGLI
SINCE 1845
לינדט אקסלנס - שוקולד מריר
מעולה 70% מוצקי קקאו
מינימום מוצקי קקאו בשוקולד
מריר מעולה :70%
優れた苦味：70％
רכיביים: עוסת קקוא, סוכר, חמאת קקאות וניל.
עלול להכיל : חלב, סויה, זרעי שומשום,
אגוזים (לוז, שקד, קשיו, קוקוס, מלד, מלך,
מאקדמיה, פקאן, פיסטוק, צנובר)
ナッツ（ヘーゼルナッツ、アーモンド、カシューナッツ、ココナッツ、メラッド、キング、
היצרן: לינדט ושפרנגלי אס איי אס,
אולרון סנט מארי - אף. אר 64400,
צרפת
כשר חלבי - לאוכלי אבקת חלב נוכר
בהשגחת משולש K ארה"ב
ובאישור הרבנות הראשית לישראל
TriangleKUSAの監督下
סימון תזונתי ב - 100 גר' מוצר :
אנרגיה (קלוריוית ) 566
חלבונחים (גר') 9.5
פחמימות (גר') מתוכן: 34
סוכרים (גר') 29
סך השומנים (גר') 41
חומצות שומן ראוויות (גר') 24
חומצות שומן טראנס (גר') פחות מ -0.5
כולסטרול (גר') 1
נתרן (מ''ג) 39
砂糖（g）29
総脂肪（g）41
トランス脂肪酸（g）0.5未満
コレステロール（g）1
Extra fine dark chocolate 100g
Ingredients: cocoa mass, sugar, cocoa butter, vanilla.
May contain nuts, milk, soya, sesame seeds and hazelnuts.
Imported by: DKSH Singapore Pte Ltd, 47 Nalan Buroh #09-01, Singapore 619491.
יבואןף : משה ס'דס ובנו בע"מ, רח' היוצר 3ת באר יעקבץ
יש לשמור במקום קריר ויבש.
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