“Three corns and one roast raven,” said Dolorous Edd. “Very good, m’lord, only Hobb’s made boiled eggs, black sausage, and apples stewed with prunes. The apples stewed with prunes are excellent, except for the prunes. I won’t
eat prunes myself. Well, there was one time when Hobb chopped them up with chestnuts and carrots and hid them in a hen. Never trust a cook, my lord. They’ll prune you when you least expect it.”
“Later.” Breakfast could wait; Stannis could not. “Any trouble from the stockades last night?”
“Not since you put guards on the guards, m’lord.”
“Good.” A thousand wildlings had been penned up beyond the Wall, the captives Stannis Baratheon had taken when his knights had smashed Mance Rayder’s patchwork host. Many of the prisoners were women, and some of the
guards had been sneaking them out to warm their beds. King’s men, queen’s men, it did not seem to matter; a few black brothers had tried the same thing. Men were men, and these were the only women for a thousand leagues.
“Two more wildlings turned up to surrender,” Edd went on. “A mother with a girl clinging to her skirts. She had a boy babe too, all swaddled up in fur, but he was dead.”
“Dead,” said the raven. It was one of the bird’s favorite words. “Dead, dead, dead.”
“Religion will save us,” I said. Since when I could remember,religion had been very close to my heart.
“Religion?” Mr. Kumar grinned broadly. “I don’t believe inreligion. Religion is darkness.”Darkness? I was puzzled. I thought, Darkness is the lastthing that
religion is. Religion is light. Was he testing me? Washe saying, “Religion is darkness,” the way he sometimes said inclass things like “Mammals lay eggs,”
to see if someone wouldcorrect him? (“Only platypuses, sir.”)”There are no grounds for going beyond a scientificexplanation of reality and no sound
reason for believinganything but our sense experience. A clear intellect, closeattention to detail and a little scientific knowledge will exposereligion as
superstitious bosh. God does not exist.” -Did he say that? Or am I remembering the lines of lateratheists? At any rate, it was something of the
sort. I had neverheard such words.
“Why tolerate darkness? Everything is here and clear, if onlywe look carefully.”He was pointing at Peak. Now though I had greatadmiration
for Peak, I had
of a rhinoceros
as alight bulb.
Eating delicious food is a kind of enjoyment for all people. Nowadays,
Chinese people are increasingly demanding to eat. Many people are especially
keen on stimulating food to stimulate taste buds. After all, you are my favorite spicy stick, “bullies don’t know what citronella looks like”, “I always thought Weilong spicy stick is the most sanitary in the spicy stick industry.” From the photos, we can see that a very obvious insect is not citronella at all. We hope that relevant departments can investigate it clearly and give consumers a fair answer.
Don’t be keen on stimulating food to stimulate taste buds.
Spicy sticks are almost the first choice for these eaters. Many people think about eating almost every day, such as Weilong, which has a very high reputation in China, and has since gone out of the country. Even the spicy strips produced by some unknown enterprises can not help salivating in the eyes of food.
Everyone thinks that big brands are trustworthy. Weilong products taste very good. But even Weilong has been exposed the news of food hygiene. Are they really clean?
Next up is the scandal about Weilong. Recently, a customer ate something suspected of insects in Weilong hot pot, which made people sick to think about.
A netizen in Luohe, Henan Province, reported that he had eaten worms in Weilong spicy hot pot he bought online. When inquiring about customer service in online stores, the other party at first denied that it was citronella (a kind of hot pot spice) in the pot, which was like this after the water swelled, but may have a far-fetched conscious reason and expressed willingness to refund to customers.
Customer service this inconsistent attitude is unavoidable to worry about, Weilongdai manufacturers said, will investigate the reasons, consumers will be compensated for mental damage.
The netizen said, “Today I ate a big bug in the hot pot, and his body was broken in half. Then I thought the bug was in the sauce bag of the hot pot. Calling customer service, he said it was citronella, their spice. Later, to prove that it was not spice, my roommate and I dug out the corpse of the insect from the garbage can. Their customer service then changed their words and said that we must turn over the hot pot we had today and take pictures before we can prove that the bug is known and let us send it back to him.
This food safety scandal immediately triggered a heated discussion among netizens. To this end, netizens commented, “Never eat any more”, “Customer service will always be like this. They always feel that someone will come to deceive her when they are bored.” “How do I feel like I know”, “Spicy sticks” and other things are inevitable. The main reason is that customer service does not have a correct attitude to admit mistakes”,”Weilong I ordered you to do so.” Don’t spoil my good feelings! After all, you are my favorite spicy stick, “bullies don’t know what citronella looks like”, “I always thought Weilong spicy stick is the most sanitary in the spicy stick industry.”
From the photos, we can see that a very obvious insect is not citronella at all. We hope that relevant departments can investigate it clearly and give consumers a fair answer.
At the same time, we also remind those who eat food friends,
Perhaps the greatest similarity to his days at Apple was that Jobs brought with him his reality distortion field. It was on
display at the company’s first retreat at Pebble Beach in late 1985. There Jobs pronounced that the first
NeXT computer would be shipped in just eighteen months. It was already clear that this date was impossible, but he blew off a
suggestion from one engineer that they be realistic and plan on shipping in 1988. “If we do that,
the world isn’t standing still, the technology window passes us by, and all the work we’ve done we have to throw down the toilet,” he argued.
Joanna Hoffman, the veteran of the Macintosh team who was among those willing to challenge Jobs, did so. “Reality
distortion has motivational value, and I think that’s fine,” she said as Jobs stood at a whiteboard. “However,
when it comes to setting a date in a way that affects the design of the product, then we get into real deep shit.” Jobs
didn’t agree: “I think we have to drive a stake in the ground somewhere, and I think if we miss this window, then our
credibility starts to erode.” What he did not say, even though it was suspected by all, was that if their targets slipped they might run out of money. Jobs had
pledged $7 million of his own funds, but at their current burn rate that would run out in eighteen months if they didn’t start getting some revenue from shipped products.
Three months later, when they returned to Pebble Beach for their next retreat, Jobs began his list of maxims with “The
honeymoon is over.” By the time of the third retreat, in Sonoma in September 1986, the timetable
was gone, and it
looked as though the
company would hit
a financial wall.