Toponymy[ edit ] The earliest detailed map of Croydon, drawn by the year-old Jean-Baptiste Say in As the vast majority of place names in the area are of Anglo-Saxon origin, the theory accepted by most philologists is that the name Croydon derives originally from the Anglo-Saxon croh, meaning " crocus ", and denu, " valley ", indicating that, like Saffron Walden in Essex, it was a centre for the cultivation of saffron. According to John Corbett Anderson,  "The earliest mention of Croydon is in the joint will of Beorhtric and Aelfswth, dated about the year
November 25, at 6: The Atlantic first met the Mediterranean and the Strait of Gibraltar was born. From that moment forward, Europe was eternally separated from Africa. Beyond was the unknown.
Even the Greeks did not cross the pillars of Hercules. It was, instead, the Phoenicians, the superior navigators of antiquity, who first dared to sail into the uncharted. Their blood pulsed with the promise of Senegalese gold. Their eyes must have twinkled with the death drive, or what else would have led them into stormy waters?
Issam was living in the unknown. Seven heads of dark curly hair fluttered in the wind as Grandfather expertly navigated the coast in his azure Mercedes, a real fixer-upper, hand-painted, with the windows rolled down. They always made a stop for the tides, not far from the caves of Hercules.
Issam was small enough to fall through but he was brave. The caves gulped impressive swashes of Mediterranean blue. Grandfather would tell them stories of Poseidon and the Phoenicians. It used to be part of the Moorish Empire.
Issam was far from the Mediterranean, far from his childhood dreams. Today they closed early. He watched the concrete city swirling below him in the last light of evening, lively but nothing like the elegant white cities of Morocco.
He missed the hustle of the medinas, the prayer calls, the sea. He heard a shriek.
Across from him a young woman leaned over the street to scream out the last bit of air in her lungs. She had Phoenician eyes: They plunged thirty floors deep to the traffic below. Issam approached the ledge. He called out to her but a sudden wind took his voice before it could reach the other rooftop where she stood.
They were separated by an alley and a long drop. She crossed her arms and sank into them to lean against the ledge. An inaudible sigh must have escaped her lips. She was safely behind the railing but her adventurous eyes were still fixed on the street below.
Now Issam was sure she was not thinking of jumping. She was blowing off some steam. This was city life. He stood for a moment to watch. The dirt of the city was tangled in her hair. Dry locks of it hung over the ledge to sway, wild and unpredictable. Sometimes it was close enough for him to touch it.
The grass then and now her hair. The grass because it looked lifeless but it grew and grew out of the dusty earth. Her hair because it was unkempt.A Day of ashio-midori.com Gandhi once said, “The power to question is the basis of all human progress.” Embrace that power by spending a full day or week coming up with questions connected to everyone and everything around you.
A YEAR IN TREBLINKA. By Yankel Wiernik. An Inmate Who Escaped Tells the. Day-To-Day Facts of One Year of His. Torturous Experiences. Published by. • Crime and Punishment • The betrayal of trust occurs when Raskolnikov makes his mother and sister leave him alone, after having traveled to St Petersburg to see him.
• • The betrayal occurs because Raskolnikov is still in a stupor from dealing with the guilt of his murders, but also because he is angry [ ]. - Crime and Punishment and Raskolnikov's article, "On Crime" Raskolnikov's article, "On Crime," is vital to the understanding of his beliefs.
This article also has a profound effect on Crime and Punishment as a whole, the subject matter being one of the main themes of the novel. Raskolnikov, an impoverished student, conceives of himself as being an extraordinary young man and then formulates a theory whereby the extraordinary men of the world have a right to commit any crime if they have something of worth to offer humanity.
I would guess the progressive paradox of intelligence being nurture not nature is the strong linking of intelligence, education, and morality in their world view.