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編集 翻訳者コメント 以下のページの個人的和訳です。http //www.minecraftforge.net/wiki/Netty_Packet_Handling 現在、翻訳中です。(2014/07/09) なるたけ原文(英文)を併記しますので、意味不明・曖昧な場合は参照下さい。 AKさん日本語訳 http //forum.minecraftuser.jp/viewtopic.php?f=21=18255 リンク切れ？ 編集 Netty Packet Handling Warning This page is marked as Outdated. It was made for older content and may cause problems. Please improve this article if you can. 注意！！ このページの内容は「古い」と申告されています。 古い情報に基づき判断すると、問題が生じる可能性があります。 もし可能であれば、このページの内容を改善して下さい。 This is a How-To guide or Tutorial detailing a practice or process for Minecraft Forge or related software. このガイドは「How-to どうやってやるか」のガイド、またはチュートリアルです。 Minecraft Forge やその関係ソフトウェアを使う方法を示したものです。 This page was made for Minecraft 1.7.2. It might not work with other versions. This is a poor example of using Netty. It can cause memory leaks. It doesn t separate handlers from codecs properly. It reimplements functionality existant in FML for months. If you are using this, consider switching to using FMLIndexedMessageToMessageCodec, or better yet,use the simpleimpl Message functionality. このページの内容は Minecraft 1.7.2 に対応していますが、他のバージョンでは動作しない可能性があります。 本ページで紹介するコードは Netty を使用するための簡易なものであり、メモリーリークを生じる可能性もあります。 Handler 類を正しく切り離していません。 FML に何ヶ月も既に存在している機能を再実装しています。 もし FML を使用しているのであれば、FMLIndexedMessageToMessageCodec や simpleimpl Message 機能を使用する事を検討してみて下さい。 コンテンツ/ 1 DO NOT USE THIS IN NEW CODE OR CONVERSIONS 2 Example Packet Structure 2.1 AbstractPacket Class 3 The Packet Handler 3.1 PacketPipeline Class 4 Registering the Pipeline 4.1 Within your @Mod Class 5 Registering Packets 6 Implementation 7 Authors DO NOT USE THIS IN NEW CODE OR CONVERSIONS / 本文書の内容を新しいバージョンで使用しないでください Below is a short alternative to the SimpleChannelHandler now present within FML. It allows for automatic discriminator generation and sided packet handling within the packets themselves. 以下の内容は、FML の SimpleChannelHandler に現在は含まれている内容と僅かに異なるものです。 以下では、パケット自体に自動的にサイド(Server/Client)を識別し、ハンドリングする機能を追加しています。 編集 Example Packet Structure / 例示するパケットの構造 Below is a common abstract packet that should be extended by any packet that you wish to send. Any resultant behaviour from the packet can be described in the side specific *handle* methods. NOTE All children of this class *MUST* have an empty constructor (multiple constructors is fine!) 以下に示すのは、あなたが作成したいパケットの拡張元とする汎用的な抽象クラスです。 パケットの受け取り処理は、それぞれ処理サイド(Server/Client)を指定した handle 関数で処理します。 メモ：この抽象クラスを拡張する全てのクラスは、”必ず”空のコンストラクタを持たなくてはなりません。 AbstractPacket Class package you.packethandling import io.netty.buffer.ByteBuf; import io.netty.channel.ChannelHandlerContext; import net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayer; /** * AbstractPacket class. Should be the parent of all packets wishing to use the PacketPipeline. * パケットの汎用抽象クラス。 * 以下で示す PacketPipeline を使用したい場合は、本クラスから拡張した packet クラスを使用する事。 * * @author sirgingalot */ public abstract class AbstractPacket { /** * Encode the packet data into the ByteBuf stream. * Complex data sets may need specific data handlers * (See @link{cpw.mods.fml.common.network.ByteBuffUtils}) * * @param ctx channel context * @param buffer the buffer to encode into */ public abstract void encodeInto(ChannelHandlerContext ctx, ByteBuf buffer); /** * Decode the packet data from the ByteBuf stream. * Complex data sets may need specific data handlers * (See @link{cpw.mods.fml.common.network.ByteBuffUtils}) * * @param ctx channel context * @param buffer the buffer to decode from */ public abstract void decodeInto(ChannelHandlerContext ctx, ByteBuf buffer); /** * Handle a packet on the client side. * Note this occurs after decoding has completed. * * @param player the player reference */ public abstract void handleClientSide(EntityPlayer player); /** * Handle a packet on the server side. * Note this occurs after decoding has completed. * * @param player the player reference */ public abstract void handleServerSide(EntityPlayer player); } 編集 The Packet Handler Core packet handling. Essentially it automatically maps a packet to a discriminator, allowing in line encoding/decoding of packet specific data. It also allows sided behaviour to be handled by the packets themselves. NOTE Remember to rename the channel as it is currently "TUT" 以下、パケット処理クラスの主要部を説明する。 PacketPipeline Class package you.packethandling; import java.util.*; import io.netty.buffer.ByteBuf; import io.netty.buffer.Unpooled; import io.netty.channel.ChannelHandler; import io.netty.channel.ChannelHandlerContext; import io.netty.handler.codec.MessageToMessageCodec; import net.minecraft.client.Minecraft; import net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayer; import net.minecraft.entity.player.EntityPlayerMP; import net.minecraft.network.INetHandler; import net.minecraft.network.NetHandlerPlayServer; import cpw.mods.fml.common.FMLCommonHandler; import cpw.mods.fml.common.network.FMLEmbeddedChannel; import cpw.mods.fml.common.network.FMLOutboundHandler; import cpw.mods.fml.common.network.NetworkRegistry; import cpw.mods.fml.common.network.internal.FMLProxyPacket; import cpw.mods.fml.relauncher.Side; import cpw.mods.fml.relauncher.SideOnly; /** * Packet pipeline class. Directs all registered packet data to be handled by the packets themselves. * @author sirgingalot * some code from cpw */ @ChannelHandler.Sharable public class PacketPipeline extends MessageToMessageCodec FMLProxyPacket, AbstractPacket { private EnumMap Side, FMLEmbeddedChannel channels; private LinkedList Class ? extends AbstractPacket packets = new LinkedList Class ? extends AbstractPacket (); private boolean isPostInitialised = false; /** * Register your packet with the pipeline. Discriminators are automatically set. * * @param clazz the class to register * * @return whether registration was successful. Failure may occur if 256 packets have been registered or if the registry already contains this packet */ public boolean registerPacket(Class ? extends AbstractPacket clazz) { if (this.packets.size() 256) { // You should log here!! return false; } if (this.packets.contains(clazz)) { // You should log here!! return false; } if (this.isPostInitialised) { // You should log here!! return false; } this.packets.add(clazz); return true; } // In line encoding of the packet, including discriminator setting @Override protected void encode(ChannelHandlerContext ctx, AbstractPacket msg, List Object out) throws Exception { ByteBuf buffer = Unpooled.buffer(); Class ? extends AbstractPacket clazz = msg.getClass(); if (!this.packets.contains(msg.getClass())) { throw new NullPointerException("No Packet Registered for " + msg.getClass().getCanonicalName()); } byte discriminator = (byte) this.packets.indexOf(clazz); buffer.writeByte(discriminator); msg.encodeInto(ctx, buffer); FMLProxyPacket proxyPacket = new FMLProxyPacket(buffer.copy(), ctx.channel().attr(NetworkRegistry.FML_CHANNEL).get()); out.add(proxyPacket); } // In line decoding and handling of the packet @Override protected void decode(ChannelHandlerContext ctx, FMLProxyPacket msg, List Object out) throws Exception { ByteBuf payload = msg.payload(); byte discriminator = payload.readByte(); Class ? extends AbstractPacket clazz = this.packets.get(discriminator); if (clazz == null) { throw new NullPointerException("No packet registered for discriminator " + discriminator); } AbstractPacket pkt = clazz.newInstance(); pkt.decodeInto(ctx, payload.slice()); EntityPlayer player; switch (FMLCommonHandler.instance().getEffectiveSide()) { case CLIENT player = this.getClientPlayer(); pkt.handleClientSide(player); break; case SERVER INetHandler netHandler = ctx.channel().attr(NetworkRegistry.NET_HANDLER).get(); player = ((NetHandlerPlayServer) netHandler).playerEntity; pkt.handleServerSide(player); break; default } out.add(pkt); } // Method to call from FMLInitializationEvent public void initialise() { this.channels = NetworkRegistry.INSTANCE.newChannel("TUT", this); } // Method to call from FMLPostInitializationEvent // Ensures that packet discriminators are common between server and client by using logical sorting public void postInitialise() { if (this.isPostInitialised) { return; } this.isPostInitialised = true; Collections.sort(this.packets, new Comparator Class ? extends AbstractPacket () { @Override public int compare(Class ? extends AbstractPacket clazz1, Class ? extends AbstractPacket clazz2) { int com = String.CASE_INSENSITIVE_ORDER.compare(clazz1.getCanonicalName(), clazz2.getCanonicalName()); if (com == 0) { com = clazz1.getCanonicalName().compareTo(clazz2.getCanonicalName()); } return com; } }); } @SideOnly(Side.CLIENT) private EntityPlayer getClientPlayer() { return Minecraft.getMinecraft().thePlayer; } /** * Send this message to everyone. * p/ * Adapted from CPW s code in cpw.mods.fml.common.network.simpleimpl.SimpleNetworkWrapper * * @param message The message to send */ public void sendToAll(AbstractPacket message) { this.channels.get(Side.SERVER).attr(FMLOutboundHandler.FML_MESSAGETARGET).set(FMLOutboundHandler.OutboundTarget.ALL); this.channels.get(Side.SERVER).writeAndFlush(message); } /** * Send this message to the specified player. * p/ * Adapted from CPW s code in cpw.mods.fml.common.network.simpleimpl.SimpleNetworkWrapper * * @param message The message to send * @param player The player to send it to */ public void sendTo(AbstractPacket message, EntityPlayerMP player) { this.channels.get(Side.SERVER).attr(FMLOutboundHandler.FML_MESSAGETARGET).set(FMLOutboundHandler.OutboundTarget.PLAYER); this.channels.get(Side.SERVER).attr(FMLOutboundHandler.FML_MESSAGETARGETARGS).set(player); this.channels.get(Side.SERVER).writeAndFlush(message); } /** * Send this message to everyone within a certain range of a point. * p/ * Adapted from CPW s code in cpw.mods.fml.common.network.simpleimpl.SimpleNetworkWrapper * * @param message The message to send * @param point The {@link cpw.mods.fml.common.network.NetworkRegistry.TargetPoint} around which to send */ public void sendToAllAround(AbstractPacket message, NetworkRegistry.TargetPoint point) { this.channels.get(Side.SERVER).attr(FMLOutboundHandler.FML_MESSAGETARGET).set(FMLOutboundHandler.OutboundTarget.ALLAROUNDPOINT); this.channels.get(Side.SERVER).attr(FMLOutboundHandler.FML_MESSAGETARGETARGS).set(point); this.channels.get(Side.SERVER).writeAndFlush(message); } /** * Send this message to everyone within the supplied dimension. * p/ * Adapted from CPW s code in cpw.mods.fml.common.network.simpleimpl.SimpleNetworkWrapper * * @param message The message to send * @param dimensionId The dimension id to target */ public void sendToDimension(AbstractPacket message, int dimensionId) { this.channels.get(Side.SERVER).attr(FMLOutboundHandler.FML_MESSAGETARGET).set(FMLOutboundHandler.OutboundTarget.DIMENSION); this.channels.get(Side.SERVER).attr(FMLOutboundHandler.FML_MESSAGETARGETARGS).set(dimensionId); this.channels.get(Side.SERVER).writeAndFlush(message); } /** * Send this message to the server. * p/ * Adapted from CPW s code in cpw.mods.fml.common.network.simpleimpl.SimpleNetworkWrapper * * @param message The message to send */ public void sendToServer(AbstractPacket message) { this.channels.get(Side.CLIENT).attr(FMLOutboundHandler.FML_MESSAGETARGET).set(FMLOutboundHandler.OutboundTarget.TOSERVER); this.channels.get(Side.CLIENT).writeAndFlush(message); } } 編集 Registering the Pipeline Because of the self contained nature of the packet pipeline the following is all that needs to be done to register your handler within FML Within your @Mod Class public static final PacketPipeline packetPipeline = new PacketPipeline(); @EventHandler public void initialise(FMLInitializationEvent evt) { packetPipeline.initialise(); } @EventHandler public void postInitialise(FMLPostInitializationEvent evt) { packetPipeline.postInitialise(); } 編集 Registering Packets Packets can be registered up to the postInitialisation phase of the packet pipeline. Packet registration is performed by calling the registerPacket(Class ? extends AbstractPacket clazz) method in the Packet Pipeline. 編集 Implementation Using the packet pipeline is as simple as writing a custom class extending AbstractPacket and registering it with the pipeline. For example implementations please look at the links below Tinker s Construct Packets (Many thanks to fuj1n) Authors Sirgingalot 15 59 19 January 2014 編集
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Hold on -Change is comin - (by Sounds of Blackness) Yesterday a man stepped to me, He said, "How can you smile when your world is crumbling down?" I said, "Here s my secret. When I wanna cry, I take a look around, and I see that I m getting by", And I (Chorus) Hold on.(Hold on) Change is comin .(Change is comin ) Hold on. (Hold on) Don t worry (Don t worry about a thing.) Hold on. (Hold on) You can make it. (You can make it.) Hold on. (Hold on.) Everythin (Everythin will be all right.) Some people like to worry. Some people like to hide. Some people like to run away from the pain inside. Now that s your business. Do whatever you wanna do. But if it don t work out, here s what you ought to do Now just (Chorus)Rpeat When the troubles of life, weigh you down, just lift your head up! Yeah, Yeah! When the love you seek, is hard to find. Don t give up, just be strong, keep the faith, and hold on (Chorus)Repeat Here s a little, simple song, y all, when the troubles seem like they just won t go away; friends let you down, things get bounced around. Here s a little lullaby, we d like to sing.. and it goes a little..like..this. Come on, listen! La la, la la, la la Come on y all La la, la la, la la, la la Now (Chorus) until fade
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第５節 あの音に耳を傾けなさい。 若く無垢な者たちの奏でる音です。 神の子らのなかで、最も年少で最も純真な者たちです。 【天使の合唱（１）】 高い所（天）におられる最も神聖な人に賛美を、 そして深いところ（陰府）にも賛美がありますように。 この上なく素晴らしい全ての彼の言葉に、 このうえなく確かな全ての彼の道に。 彼は古い種族を我々に与えました、 戦って勝つために、 苦痛の罰を受けることなく、 罪に汚れることなく。 彼は若い息子に生誕の 不思議を行わせました。 神霊と人間が彼の両親。 天と地が彼の住まい。 永遠なる神は彼の子を祝福し、 武装させ、遠くに送り出しました。 根本的な戦いの 優勝者となるため、 物質と精神の世界の 総督となるために、 国境における、敵に対する、 堅固な守り（とするために。） 【天使】 我々はいま、門を過ぎ、 裁きの家の中に入りました。 and whereas earth Temples and palaces are formed of parts Costly and rare, but all material, So in the world of spirits nought is found, To mould withal and form into a whole, But what is immaterial; and thus The smallest portions of this edifice, Cornice, or frieze, or balustrade, or stair, The very pavement is made up of life— Of holy, blessed, and immortal beings, Who hymn their Maker’s praise continually. SECOND CHOIR OF ANGELICALS PRAISE to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise In all His words most wonderful; Most sure in all His ways! Woe to thee, man! for he was found A recreant in the fight; And lost his heritage of heaven, And fellowship with light. Above him now the angry sky, Around the tempest’s din; Who once had angels for his friends, Had but the brutes for kin, O man! a savage kindred they; To flee that monster brood He scaled the seaside cave, and clomb The giants of the wood. With now a fear, and now a hope, With aids which chance supplied, From youth to eld, from sire to son, He lived, and toiled, and died, He dreed his penance age by age; And step by step began Slowly to doff his savage garb, And be again a man. And quickened by the Almighty’s breath, And chastened by His rod, And taught by Angel-visitings, At length he sought his God And learned to call upon His name, And in His faith create A household and a fatherland, A city and a state. Glory to Him who from the mire, In patient length of days, Elaborated into life A people to His praise! 【魂】 あの音は勢い良く吹く風のようですが。 高い松の木々の間を吹き抜ける夏の風のようです Swelling and dying, echoing round about, Now here, now distant, wild and beautiful; While, scattered from the branches it has stirred, Descend ecstatic odours. 【天使の合唱（３）】 PRAISE to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise In all His words most wonderful; Most sure in all His ways! The Angels, as beseemingly To spirit-kind was given, At once were tried and perfected, And took their seats in heaven. For them no twilight or eclipse; No growth and no decay ‘Twas hopeless, all-ingulfing night, Or beatific day. But to the younger race there rose A hope upon its fall; And slowly, surely, gracefully, The morning dawned on all. And ages, opening out, divide The precious and the base, And from the hard and sullen mass, Mature the heirs of grace. O man! albeit the quickening ray, Lit from his second birth, Makes him at length what once he was, And heaven grows out of earth; Yet still between that earth and heaven— His journey and his goal— A double agony awaits His body and his soul. A double debt he has to pay— The forfeit of his sins The chill of death is past, and now The penance-fire begins. いつも真実と正義で統治する彼に 栄光がありますように。 彼は魂をその容器から引き離し、 その汚れを焼き払います。 【天使】 彼らは、あなたが近づきつつある苦悩を歌っているのです、 あなたが熱心に質問をした（苦悩を）。 It is the face of the Incarnate God Shall smite thee with that keen and subtle pain; And yet the memory which it leaves will be A sovereign febrifuge to heal the wound; And yet withal it will the wound provoke, And aggravate and widen it the more. SOUL THOU speakest mysteries; still methinks I know To disengage the tangle of thy words Yet rather would I hear thy angel voice, Than for myself be thy interpreter. ANGEL WHEN then—if such thy lot—thou seest thy Judge, The sight of Him will kindle in thy heart, All tender, gracious, reverential thoughts. Thou wilt be sick with love, and yearn for Him, And feel as though thou couldst but pity Him, That one so sweet should e’er have placed Himself At disadvantage such, as to be used So vilely by a being so vile as thee. There is a pleading in His pensive eyes Will pierce thee to the quick, and trouble thee. And thou wilt hate and loathe thyself; for, though Now sinless, thou wilt feel that thou hast sinned, As never thou didst feel; and wilt desire To slink away, and hide thee from His sight; And yet wilt have a longing aye to dwell Within the beauty of His countenance. And these two pains, so counter and so keen,— The longing for Him, when thou seest Him not; The shame of self at thought of seeing Him,— Will be thy veriest, sharpest purgatory. 【魂】 私の魂は私の手中にあります。恐れはありません。 In His dear might prepared for weal or woe. しかし、耳を傾けなさい、堂々とした神秘的な和音を。 それは深く荘厳な水音のように 私を満たします。 ANGEL We have gained the stairs Which rise towards the Presence-chamber; there A band of mighty angels keep the way On dither side, and hymn the Incarnate God. ANGELS OF THE SACRED STAIR FATHER, whose goodness none can know, but they Who see Thee face to face, By man hath come the infinite display Of Thine all-loving grace; But fallen man—the creature of a day— Skills not that love to trace. It needs, to tell the triumph Thou hast wrought, An Angel’s deathless fire, an Angel’s reach of thought. It needs that very Angel, who with awe, Amid the garden shade, The great Creator in His sickness saw, Soothed by a creature’s aid, And agonised, as victim of the Law Which He Himself had made; For who can praise Him in His depth and height, But he who saw Him reel in that victorious fight? SOUL HARK! for the lintels of the presence-gate Are vibrating and echoing back the strain FOURTH CHOIR OF ANGELICALS PRAISE to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise In all His words most wonderful; Most sure in all His ways! The foe blasphemed the Holy Lord As if He reckoned ill, In that He placed His puppet man The frontier place to fill. For even in his best estate, With amplest gifts endued, A sorry sentinel was he, A being of flesh and blood. As though a thing, who for his help Must needs possess a wife, Could cope with those proud rebel hosts, Who had angelic life. And when, by blandishment of Eve, That earth-born Adam fell, He shrieked in triumph, and he cried, “A sorry sentinel; “The Maker by His word is bound, Escape or cure is none; He must abandon to his doom, And slay His darling son.” ANGEL さあ、敷居です。我々がそれを横切ると、 堂々とした歓迎の聖歌が始まります。 【天使の合唱（５）】 高い所（天）におられる最も神聖な人に賛美を、 そして深いところ（陰府）にも賛美がありますように。 この上なく素晴らしい全ての彼の言葉に、 このうえなく確かな全ての彼の道に。 愛情に満ちた我々の神の英知！ 全てが罪悪と恥辱の時に、 戦いと救出のために 第二のアダム（イエス）がやって来ました。 この上なく賢明な愛よ。 アダムにおいて失敗した血肉は、 再び敵と戦うでしょう、 戦って打ち勝つでしょう。 そして慈悲よりさらに高潔な贈り物が 血肉を純化するでしょう、 神の存在、神そのもの、 そして神聖なる本質が。 寛容な慈愛よ。人の内なる敵を 人のために打ち負かした者は、 人の内なる苦悩の倍の量を 人のために経験するでしょう。 そして庭園で内密に、 高い所の十字架で、 彼の同志に教えるでしょう、 苦痛を受けて死ぬことを。 FIFTH PHASE …Hark to those sounds! They come of tender beings angelical, Least and most childlike of the sons of God. FIRST CHOIR OF ANGELICALS PRAISE to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise In all His words most wonderful; Most sure in all His ways! To us His elder race He gave To battle and to win, Without the chastisement of pain, Without the soil of sin. The younger son He willed to be A marvel in his birth Spirit and flesh his parents were; His home was heaven and earth. The Eternal blessed His child, and armed, And sent him hence afar, To serve as champion in the field Of elemental war. To be His Viceroy in the world Of matter, and of sense; Upon the frontier, towards the foe, A resolute defence. ANGEL WE now have passed the gate, and Are within the House of Judgment; and whereas earth Temples and palaces are formed of parts Costly and rare, but all material, So in the world of spirits nought is found, To mould withal and form into a whole, But what is immaterial; and thus The smallest portions of this edifice, Cornice, or frieze, or balustrade, or stair, The very pavement is made up of life— Of holy, blessed, and immortal beings, Who hymn their Maker’s praise continually. SECOND CHOIR OF ANGELICALS PRAISE to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise In all His words most wonderful; Most sure in all His ways! Woe to thee, man! for he was found A recreant in the fight; And lost his heritage of heaven, And fellowship with light. Above him now the angry sky, Around the tempest’s din; Who once had angels for his friends, Had but the brutes for kin, O man! a savage kindred they; To flee that monster brood He scaled the seaside cave, and clomb The giants of the wood. With now a fear, and now a hope, With aids which chance supplied, From youth to eld, from sire to son, He lived, and toiled, and died, He dreed his penance age by age; And step by step began Slowly to doff his savage garb, And be again a man. And quickened by the Almighty’s breath, And chastened by His rod, And taught by Angel-visitings, At length he sought his God And learned to call upon His name, And in His faith create A household and a fatherland, A city and a state. Glory to Him who from the mire, In patient length of days, Elaborated into life A people to His praise! SOUL THE sound is like the rushing of the wind— The summer wind among the lofty pines; Swelling and dying, echoing round about, Now here, now distant, wild and beautiful; While, scattered from the branches it has stirred, Descend ecstatic odours. THIRD CHOIR OF ANGELICALS PRAISE to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise In all His words most wonderful; Most sure in all His ways! The Angels, as beseemingly To spirit-kind was given, At once were tried and perfected, And took their seats in heaven. For them no twilight or eclipse; No growth and no decay ‘Twas hopeless, all-ingulfing night, Or beatific day. But to the younger race there rose A hope upon its fall; And slowly, surely, gracefully, The morning dawned on all. And ages, opening out, divide The precious and the base, And from the hard and sullen mass, Mature the heirs of grace. O man! albeit the quickening ray, Lit from his second birth, Makes him at length what once he was, And heaven grows out of earth; Yet still between that earth and heaven— His journey and his goal— A double agony awaits His body and his soul. A double debt he has to pay— The forfeit of his sins The chill of death is past, and now The penance-fire begins. Glory to Him, who evermore By truth and justice reigns; Who tears the soul from out its case, And burns away its stains! ANGEL THEY sing of thy approaching agony, Which thou so eagerly didst question of It is the face of the Incarnate God Shall smite thee with that keen and subtle pain; And yet the memory which it leaves will be A sovereign febrifuge to heal the wound; And yet withal it will the wound provoke, And aggravate and widen it the more. SOUL THOU speakest mysteries; still methinks I know To disengage the tangle of thy words Yet rather would I hear thy angel voice, Than for myself be thy interpreter. ANGEL WHEN then—if such thy lot—thou seest thy Judge, The sight of Him will kindle in thy heart, All tender, gracious, reverential thoughts. Thou wilt be sick with love, and yearn for Him, And feel as though thou couldst but pity Him, That one so sweet should e’er have placed Himself At disadvantage such, as to be used So vilely by a being so vile as thee. There is a pleading in His pensive eyes Will pierce thee to the quick, and trouble thee. And thou wilt hate and loathe thyself; for, though Now sinless, thou wilt feel that thou hast sinned, As never thou didst feel; and wilt desire To slink away, and hide thee from His sight; And yet wilt have a longing aye to dwell Within the beauty of His countenance. And these two pains, so counter and so keen,— The longing for Him, when thou seest Him not; The shame of self at thought of seeing Him,— Will be thy veriest, sharpest purgatory. SOUL MY soul is in my hand I have no fear,— In His dear might prepared for weal or woe. But hark! a grand mysterious harmony It floods me, like the deep and solemn sound Of many waters. ANGEL We have gained the stairs Which rise towards the Presence-chamber; there A band of mighty angels keep the way On dither side, and hymn the Incarnate God. ANGELS OF THE SACRED STAIR FATHER, whose goodness none can know, but they Who see Thee face to face, By man hath come the infinite display Of Thine all-loving grace; But fallen man—the creature of a day— Skills not that love to trace. It needs, to tell the triumph Thou hast wrought, An Angel’s deathless fire, an Angel’s reach of thought. It needs that very Angel, who with awe, Amid the garden shade, The great Creator in His sickness saw, Soothed by a creature’s aid, And agonised, as victim of the Law Which He Himself had made; For who can praise Him in His depth and height, But he who saw Him reel in that victorious fight? SOUL HARK! for the lintels of the presence-gate Are vibrating and echoing back the strain FOURTH CHOIR OF ANGELICALS PRAISE to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise In all His words most wonderful; Most sure in all His ways! The foe blasphemed the Holy Lord As if He reckoned ill, In that He placed His puppet man The frontier place to fill. For even in his best estate, With amplest gifts endued, A sorry sentinel was he, A being of flesh and blood. As though a thing, who for his help Must needs possess a wife, Could cope with those proud rebel hosts, Who had angelic life. And when, by blandishment of Eve, That earth-born Adam fell, He shrieked in triumph, and he cried, “A sorry sentinel; “The Maker by His word is bound, Escape or cure is none; He must abandon to his doom, And slay His darling son.” ANGEL AND now the threshold, as we traverse it, Utters aloud its glad responsive chant. FIFTH CHOIR or ANGELICALS PRAISE to the Holiest in the height, I And in the depth be praise In all His words most wonderful; Most sure in all His ways! O loving wisdom of our God! When all was sin and shame, A second Adam to the fight And to the rescue came. O wisest love that flesh and blood Which did in Adam fail, Should strive afresh against the foe, Should strive and should prevail; And that a higher gift than grace Should flesh and blood refine, God’s Presence and His very Self; And Essence all divine. O generous love! that He who smote In man for man the foe, The double agony in man For man should undergo; And in the garden secretly, And on the cross on high, Should teach His brethren and inspire To suffer and to die. Elgar,Edward/The Dream of Gerontius/VI
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tags Vincent_C Camp_J SDO url auther Vincent, C. Camp, J. bibtex @article{VincentCamp2004, title={{Looking to the Internet for models of governance}}, author={Vincent, C. and Camp, J.}, journal={Ethics and Information Technology}, volume={6}, number={3}, pages={161--173}, year={2004}, publisher={Kluwer Academic Publishers Hingham, MA, USA}, url={"http //www.springerlink.com/content/lt77736h087404h1/"}, } format for references AIS format Vincent, C. and Camp, J. 2004 "Looking to the Internet for models of governance", Ethics and Information Technology, (6 3) pp. 161-173. memo As such, in assessing each model we need to consider the following questions (1) Who has a voice in the process? (2) How open or transparent is the standard setting process? (3) Where does the final authority lie for approving standards? Essentially for the IETF an implementation is a standard. The process of diffusion is the process of standardization. In particular in the arena of defaults and detailed specifications, the IETF process is explicit in the desire to enable the implementation and diffusion processes drive the specification. This flexibility enables rapid responses and encourages rapid prototyping and proofs of concepts. A secondary effect of the implementation focus of the IETF standards process is that it creates an inherent hierarchy based on willingness to invest in a particular question. This has both positive and negative implications that can bee seen by the standards that have been languishing for many years in the IETF. On the positive side, individuals with a vision can embark on any potential standard if there is enough interest. The standard group need not die. Depending on the model used, a standard would differ in terms of (1) openness (2) security (3) privacy and (4)interoperability \subsection{Who has a voice in the process?} \subsubsection{ITU-T} Participation in the ITU-T standard setting process is limited to ITU-T membership – namely national governments (members) and select telecommunica- tions companies (sector members). Members and sector members are the only organizations with a direct voice in the standard setting process. Unless called as an expert consultant, non-ITU members do not have an avenue for participation. Since the ITU representatives of member states are also public offi- cials, the general public can voice their opinions and thoughts indirectly through their domestic political process. However, given the distance between the general public and the ITU standards process, this link is tenuous. ITU-T The ITU-T is the Telecommunications Standardization Sector of the ITU. Factual information pertaining to the ITU-T was collected at http //www.itu.org unless otherwise noted. \subsubsection{IEEE} The IEEE limits participation in the standard setting process to the electrical and electronic engineers that form its membership. In fact, the right to participate in setting standards is considered a benefit of membership. Valuing a diversity of opinion in the stan- dard setting process, the IEEE does invite public sector agencies to become members of the IEEE Standards Association. Nevertheless, participation is still limited to fee-paying members, whether individ- uals or invited organizations. Interestingly the largest growing sector of the IEEE is the Technology and Society. Any IEEE member can sponsor up to two non-engineers for membership by writing a letter describing their contributions. IEEE Technology and Society includes a significant number of those mem- bers. \subsubsection{IETF}In sharp contrast, the IETF standard setting process is open to any interested individual. The IETF does not have a formal membership. Anyone who wishes to participate in the standards process through working group mailing lists and tri-annual meetings is free to do so. Furthermore, since working groups are estab- lished from the bottom-up by groups of interested individuals, the direction of the IETF is ideally en- tirely dictated by the participants. However, ap- proval is a process that is far from transparent. IETF may struggle for many years without reaching con- sensus. While any person can join, advancing an agenda is tenuous and remarkably uncertain. \subsection{Where does the final authority lie for approving standards?} \subsubsection{IETF} As RFC 2026 (The Internet Standards Process) de- scribes the ideal, ‘‘an Internet Standard is a specifi- cation that is stable and well-understood, is technically competent, has multiple, independent, and interoperable implementations with substantial operational experience, enjoys significant public support, and is recognizably useful in some or all parts of the Internet.’’ Essentially for the IETF an implementation is a standard. The process of diffusion is the process of standardization. In particular in the arena of defaults and detailed specifications, the IETF process is ex- plicit in the desire to enable the implementation and diffusion processes drive the specification. In con- trast, details are embedded in IEEE SA and ITU-T standards. The organization of the standards bodies was a significant element in the OSI seven-layer stack that was doomed by lack of simplicity in the contest for diffusion and dominance with the far more flexi- ble TCP/IP and UDP/IP. This flexibility enables rapid responses and encourages rapid prototyping and proofs of concepts. Technical documentation of implemented devices and evangelical declarations of working services are an element of IETF discourse. By requiring implemen- tation the IETF addresses issues of flexibility and efficiency in the most applied manner possible. The- oretical disputes about functionality are resolved in implementation details. A secondary effect of the implementation focus of the IETF standards process is that it creates an inherent hierarchy based on willingness to invest in a particular question. This has both positive and neg- ative implications that can bee seen by the standards that have been languishing for many years in the IETF. On the positive side, individuals with a vision can embark on any potential standard if there is en- ough interest. The standard group need not die. cited as
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Pathfinder Player Companion Faiths of Corruption Touch of Evil Morality is the shield of the weak. Followers of the evil gods know the truth—that the world is a harsh and uncaring place, and that only strength and cunning matter. From the crafty acolytes of the assassin god Norgorber to the howling hordes of Lamashtu the Demon Queen, the servants of dark gods need not fear the night, for they strive to be the most terrifying thing in it. Some may seek to justify their actions, yet others flock to blood-soaked banners with bitter joy, desiring nothing more than the chance to join in the fiery destruction of all things. Faiths of Corruption presents a player-friendly overview of the evil-aligned religions and faiths of the Pathfinder campaign setting, along with new rules and information to help players customize pious characters in both flavor and mechanics. Inside this book, you’ll find Information on each of the major evil gods and his or her corresponding religion, including what’s expected of adventurers of various classes, ways for the faithful to identify each other, taboos, devotions and ceremonies, church hierarchies, holy texts, religious holidays, and more. New character traits to help represent and cement a character’s background in the church. An overview of several secular organizations affiliated with the various evil churches. Codes of conduct for the fearsome antipaladins of many different gods, designed to help distinguish evil holy warriors of different faiths. New feats for merciless warriors and vindictive spellcasters. New spells to help evil casters spread pain and despair. Details on minor evil deities, demon lords and archdevils, elemental lords, the Four Horsemen, and more! 著者 Colin McComb 隔月刊で32ページの Pathfinder Companion は、各巻のテーマに沿ったプレイヤー向け記事と、社会、魔法、宗教、戦闘に焦点を置いたキャラクターのための革新的な新ルールの記事、そしてプレイヤーをキャンペーンに定着させるための特徴を含む。 ISBN-13 978-1-60125-375-0 カテゴリ：Pathfinder Player Companion │ 製品リスト
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CHAPTER XIV UP CHAPTER XVI CHAPTER XV A Tempest in the School Teapot "What a splendid day!" said Anne, drawing a long breath. "Isn t it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren t born yet for missing it. They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one. And it s splendider still to have such a lovely way to go to school by, isn t it?" "It s a lot nicer than going round by the road; that is so dusty and hot," said Diana practically, peeping into her dinner basket and mentally calculating if the three juicy, toothsome, raspberry tarts reposing there were divided among ten girls how many bites each girl would have. The little girls of Avonlea school always pooled their lunches, and to eat three raspberry tarts all alone or even to share them only with one s best chum would have forever and ever branded as "awful mean" the girl who did it. And yet, when the tarts were divided among ten girls you just got enough to tantalize you. The way Anne and Diana went to school WAS a pretty one. Anne thought those walks to and from school with Diana couldn t be improved upon even by imagination. Going around by the main road would have been so unromantic; but to go by Lover s Lane and Willowmere and Violet Vale and the Birch Path was romantic, if ever anything was. Lover s Lane opened out below the orchard at Green Gables and stretched far up into the woods to the end of the Cuthbert farm. It was the way by which the cows were taken to the back pasture and the wood hauled home in winter. Anne had named it Lover s Lane before she had been a month at Green Gables. "Not that lovers ever really walk there," she explained to Marilla, "but Diana and I are reading a perfectly magnificent book and there s a Lover s Lane in it. So we want to have one, too. And it s a very pretty name, don t you think? So romantic! We can t imagine the lovers into it, you know. I like that lane because you can think out loud there without people calling you crazy." Anne, starting out alone in the morning, went down Lover s Lane as far as the brook. Here Diana met her, and the two little girls went on up the lane under the leafy arch of maples--"maples are such sociable trees," said Anne; "they re always rustling and whispering to you"--until they came to a rustic bridge. Then they left the lane and walked through Mr. Barry s back field and past Willowmere. Beyond Willowmere came Violet Vale--a little green dimple in the shadow of Mr. Andrew Bell s big woods. "Of course there are no violets there now," Anne told Marilla, "but Diana says there are millions of them in spring. Oh, Marilla, can t you just imagine you see them? It actually takes away my breath. I named it Violet Vale. Diana says she never saw the beat of me for hitting on fancy names for places. It s nice to be clever at something, isn t it? But Diana named the Birch Path. She wanted to, so I let her; but I m sure I could have found something more poetical than plain Birch Path. Anybody can think of a name like that. But the Birch Path is one of the prettiest places in the world, Marilla." It was. Other people besides Anne thought so when they stumbled on it. It was a little narrow, twisting path, winding down over a long hill straight through Mr. Bell s woods, where the light came down sifted through so many emerald screens that it was as flawless as the heart of a diamond. It was fringed in all its length with slim young birches, white stemmed and lissom boughed; ferns and starflowers and wild lilies-of-the-valley and scarlet tufts of pigeonberries grew thickly along it; and always there was a delightful spiciness in the air and music of bird calls and the murmur and laugh of wood winds in the trees overhead. Now and then you might see a rabbit skipping across the road if you were quiet--which, with Anne and Diana, happened about once in a blue moon. Down in the valley the path came out to the main road and then it was just up the spruce hill to the school. The Avonlea school was a whitewashed building, low in the eaves and wide in the windows, furnished inside with comfortable substantial old-fashioned desks that opened and shut, and were carved all over their lids with the initials and hieroglyphics of three generations of school children. The schoolhouse was set back from the road and behind it was a dusky fir wood and a brook where all the children put their bottles of milk in the morning to keep cool and sweet until dinner hour. Marilla had seen Anne start off to school on the first day of September with many secret misgivings. Anne was such an odd girl. How would she get on with the other children? And how on earth would she ever manage to hold her tongue during school hours? Things went better than Marilla feared, however. Anne came home that evening in high spirits. "I think I m going to like school here," she announced. "I don t think much of the master, through. He s all the time curling his mustache and making eyes at Prissy Andrews. Prissy is grown up, you know. She s sixteen and she s studying for the entrance examination into Queen s Academy at Charlottetown next year. Tillie Boulter says the master is DEAD GONE on her. She s got a beautiful complexion and curly brown hair and she does it up so elegantly. She sits in the long seat at the back and he sits there, too, most of the time--to explain her lessons, he says. But Ruby Gillis says she saw him writing something on her slate and when Prissy read it she blushed as red as a beet and giggled; and Ruby Gillis says she doesn t believe it had anything to do with the lesson." "Anne Shirley, don t let me hear you talking about your teacher in that way again," said Marilla sharply. "You don t go to school to criticize the master. I guess he can teach YOU something, and it s your business to learn. And I want you to understand right off that you are not to come home telling tales about him. That is something I won t encourage. I hope you were a good girl." "Indeed I was," said Anne comfortably. "It wasn t so hard as you might imagine, either. I sit with Diana. Our seat is right by the window and we can look down to the Lake of Shining Waters. There are a lot of nice girls in school and we had scrumptious fun playing at dinnertime. It s so nice to have a lot of little girls to play with. But of course I like Diana best and always will. I ADORE Diana. I m dreadfully far behind the others. They re all in the fifth book and I m only in the fourth. I feel that it s kind of a disgrace. But there s not one of them has such an imagination as I have and I soon found that out. We had reading and geography and Canadian history and dictation today. Mr. Phillips said my spelling was disgraceful and he held up my slate so that everybody could see it, all marked over. I felt so mortified, Marilla; he might have been politer to a stranger, I think. Ruby Gillis gave me an apple and Sophia Sloane lent me a lovely pink card with `May I see you home? on it. I m to give it back to her tomorrow. And Tillie Boulter let me wear her bead ring all the afternoon. Can I have some of those pearl beads off the old pincushion in the garret to make myself a ring? And oh, Marilla, Jane Andrews told me that Minnie MacPherson told her that she heard Prissy Andrews tell Sara Gillis that I had a very pretty nose. Marilla, that is the first compliment I have ever had in my life and you can t imagine what a strange feeling it gave me. Marilla, have I really a pretty nose? I know you ll tell me the truth." "Your nose is well enough," said Marilla shortly. Secretly she thought Anne s nose was a remarkable pretty one; but she had no intention of telling her so. That was three weeks ago and all had gone smoothly so far. And now, this crisp September morning, Anne and Diana were tripping blithely down the Birch Path, two of the happiest little girls in Avonlea. "I guess Gilbert Blythe will be in school today," said Diana. "He s been visiting his cousins over in New Brunswick all summer and he only came home Saturday night. He s AW FLY handsome, Anne. And he teases the girls something terrible. He just torments our lives out." Diana s voice indicated that she rather liked having her life tormented out than not. "Gilbert Blythe?" said Anne. "Isn t his name that s written up on the porch wall with Julia Bell s and a big `Take Notice over them?" "Yes," said Diana, tossing her head, "but I m sure he doesn t like Julia Bell so very much. I ve heard him say he studied the multiplication table by her freckles." "Oh, don t speak about freckles to me," implored Anne. "It isn t delicate when I ve got so many. But I do think that writing take-notices up on the wall about the boys and girls is the silliest ever. I should just like to see anybody dare to write my name up with a boy s. Not, of course," she hastened to add, "that anybody would." Anne sighed. She didn t want her name written up. But it was a little humiliating to know that there was no danger of it. "Nonsense," said Diana, whose black eyes and glossy tresses had played such havoc with the hearts of Avonlea schoolboys that her name figured on the porch walls in half a dozen take-notices. "It s only meant as a joke. And don t you be too sure your name won t ever be written up. Charlie Sloane is DEAD GONE on you. He told his mother--his MOTHER, mind you--that you were the smartest girl in school. That s better than being good looking." "No, it isn t," said Anne, feminine to the core. "I d rather be pretty than clever. And I hate Charlie Sloane, I can t bear a boy with goggle eyes. If anyone wrote my name up with his I d never GET over it, Diana Barry. But it IS nice to keep head of your class." "You ll have Gilbert in your class after this," said Diana, "and he s used to being head of his class, I can tell you. He s only in the fourth book although he s nearly fourteen. Four years ago his father was sick and had to go out to Alberta for his health and Gilbert went with him. They were there three years and Gil didn t go to school hardly any until they came back. You won t find it so easy to keep head after this, Anne." "I m glad," said Anne quickly. "I couldn t really feel proud of keeping head of little boys and girls of just nine or ten. I got up yesterday spelling `ebullition. Josie Pye was head and, mind you, she peeped in her book. Mr. Phillips didn t see her--he was looking at Prissy Andrews--but I did. I just swept her a look of freezing scorn and she got as red as a beet and spelled it wrong after all." "Those Pye girls are cheats all round," said Diana indignantly, as they climbed the fence of the main road. "Gertie Pye actually went and put her milk bottle in my place in the brook yesterday. Did you ever? I don t speak to her now." When Mr. Phillips was in the back of the room hearing Prissy Andrews s Latin, Diana whispered to Anne, "That s Gilbert Blythe sitting right across the aisle from you, Anne. Just look at him and see if you don t think he s handsome." Anne looked accordingly. She had a good chance to do so, for the said Gilbert Blythe was absorbed in stealthily pinning the long yellow braid of Ruby Gillis, who sat in front of him, to the back of her seat. He was a tall boy, with curly brown hair, roguish hazel eyes, and a mouth twisted into a teasing smile. Presently Ruby Gillis started up to take a sum to the master; she fell back into her seat with a little shriek, believing that her hair was pulled out by the roots. Everybody looked at her and Mr. Phillips glared so sternly that Ruby began to cry. Gilbert had whisked the pin out of sight and was studying his history with the soberest face in the world; but when the commotion subsided he looked at Anne and winked with inexpressible drollery. "I think your Gilbert Blythe IS handsome," confided Anne to Diana, "but I think he s very bold. It isn t good manners to wink at a strange girl." But it was not until the afternoon that things really began to happen. Mr. Phillips was back in the corner explaining a problem in algebra to Prissy Andrews and the rest of the scholars were doing pretty much as they pleased eating green apples, whispering, drawing pictures on their slates, and driving crickets harnessed to strings, up and down aisle. Gilbert Blythe was trying to make Anne Shirley look at him and failing utterly, because Anne was at that moment totally oblivious not only to the very existence of Gilbert Blythe, but of every other scholar in Avonlea school itself. With her chin propped on her hands and her eyes fixed on the blue glimpse of the Lake of Shining Waters that the west window afforded, she was far away in a gorgeous dreamland hearing and seeing nothing save her own wonderful visions. Gilbert Blythe wasn t used to putting himself out to make a girl look at him and meeting with failure. She SHOULD look at him, that red-haired Shirley girl with the little pointed chin and the big eyes that weren t like the eyes of any other girl in Avonlea school. Gilbert reached across the aisle, picked up the end of Anne s long red braid, held it out at arm s length and said in a piercing whisper "Carrots! Carrots!" Then Anne looked at him with a vengeance! She did more than look. She sprang to her feet, her bright fancies fallen into cureless ruin. She flashed one indignant glance at Gilbert from eyes whose angry sparkle was swiftly quenched in equally angry tears. "You mean, hateful boy!" she exclaimed passionately. "How dare you!" And then--thwack! Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert s head and cracked it--slate not head--clear across. Avonlea school always enjoyed a scene. This was an especially enjoyable one. Everybody said "Oh" in horrified delight. Diana gasped. Ruby Gillis, who was inclined to be hysterical, began to cry. Tommy Sloane let his team of crickets escape him altogether while he stared open-mouthed at the tableau. Mr. Phillips stalked down the aisle and laid his hand heavily on Anne s shoulder. "Anne Shirley, what does this mean?" he said angrily. Anne returned no answer. It was asking too much of flesh and blood to expect her to tell before the whole school that she had been called "carrots." Gilbert it was who spoke up stoutly. "It was my fault Mr. Phillips. I teased her." Mr. Phillips paid no heed to Gilbert. "I am sorry to see a pupil of mine displaying such a temper and such a vindictive spirit," he said in a solemn tone, as if the mere fact of being a pupil of his ought to root out all evil passions from the hearts of small imperfect mortals. "Anne, go and stand on the platform in front of the blackboard for the rest of the afternoon." Anne would have infinitely preferred a whipping to this punishment under which her sensitive spirit quivered as from a whiplash. With a white, set face she obeyed. Mr. Phillips took a chalk crayon and wrote on the blackboard above her head. "Ann Shirley has a very bad temper. Ann Shirley must learn to control her temper," and then read it out loud so that even the primer class, who couldn t read writing, should understand it. Anne stood there the rest of the afternoon with that legend above her. She did not cry or hang her head. Anger was still too hot in her heart for that and it sustained her amid all her agony of humiliation. With resentful eyes and passion-red cheeks she confronted alike Diana s sympathetic gaze and Charlie Sloane s indignant nods and Josie Pye s malicious smiles. As for Gilbert Blythe, she would not even look at him. She would NEVER look at him again! She would never speak to him!! When school was dismissed Anne marched out with her red head held high. Gilbert Blythe tried to intercept her at the porch door. "I m awfully sorry I made fun of your hair, Anne," he whispered contritely. "Honest I am. Don t be mad for keeps, now." Anne swept by disdainfully, without look or sign of hearing. "Oh how could you, Anne?" breathed Diana as they went down the road half reproachfully, half admiringly. Diana felt that SHE could never have resisted Gilbert s plea. "I shall never forgive Gilbert Blythe," said Anne firmly. "And Mr. Phillips spelled my name without an e, too. The iron has entered into my soul, Diana." Diana hadn t the least idea what Anne meant but she understood it was something terrible. "You mustn t mind Gilbert making fun of your hair," she said soothingly. "Why, he makes fun of all the girls. He laughs at mine because it s so black. He s called me a crow a dozen times; and I never heard him apologize for anything before, either." "There s a great deal of difference between being called a crow and being called carrots," said Anne with dignity. "Gilbert Blythe has hurt my feelings EXCRUCIATINGLY, Diana." It is possible the matter might have blown over without more excruciation if nothing else had happened. But when things begin to happen they are apt to keep on. Avonlea scholars often spent noon hour picking gum in Mr. Bell s spruce grove over the hill and across his big pasture field. From there they could keep an eye on Eben Wright s house, where the master boarded. When they saw Mr. Phillips emerging therefrom they ran for the schoolhouse; but the distance being about three times longer than Mr. Wright s lane they were very apt to arrive there, breathless and gasping, some three minutes too late. On the following day Mr. Phillips was seized with one of his spasmodic fits of reform and announced before going home to dinner, that he should expect to find all the scholars in their seats when he returned. Anyone who came in late would be punished. All the boys and some of the girls went to Mr. Bell s spruce grove as usual, fully intending to stay only long enough to "pick a chew." But spruce groves are seductive and yellow nuts of gum beguiling; they picked and loitered and strayed; and as usual the first thing that recalled them to a sense of the flight of time was Jimmy Glover shouting from the top of a patriarchal old spruce "Master s coming." The girls who were on the ground, started first and managed to reach the schoolhouse in time but without a second to spare. The boys, who had to wriggle hastily down from the trees, were later; and Anne, who had not been picking gum at all but was wandering happily in the far end of the grove, waist deep among the bracken, singing softly to herself, with a wreath of rice lilies on her hair as if she were some wild divinity of the shadowy places, was latest of all. Anne could run like a deer, however; run she did with the impish result that she overtook the boys at the door and was swept into the schoolhouse among them just as Mr. Phillips was in the act of hanging up his hat. Mr. Phillips s brief reforming energy was over; he didn t want the bother of punishing a dozen pupils; but it was necessary to do something to save his word, so he looked about for a scapegoat and found it in Anne, who had dropped into her seat, gasping for breath, with a forgotten lily wreath hanging askew over one ear and giving her a particularly rakish and disheveled appearance. "Anne Shirley, since you seem to be so fond of the boys company we shall indulge your taste for it this afternoon," he said sarcastically. "Take those flowers out of your hair and sit with Gilbert Blythe." The other boys snickered. Diana, turning pale with pity, plucked the wreath from Anne s hair and squeezed her hand. Anne stared at the master as if turned to stone. "Did you hear what I said, Anne?" queried Mr. Phillips sternly. "Yes, sir," said Anne slowly "but I didn t suppose you really meant it." "I assure you I did"--still with the sarcastic inflection which all the children, and Anne especially, hated. It flicked on the raw. "Obey me at once." For a moment Anne looked as if she meant to disobey. Then, realizing that there was no help for it, she rose haughtily, stepped across the aisle, sat down beside Gilbert Blythe, and buried her face in her arms on the desk. Ruby Gillis, who got a glimpse of it as it went down, told the others going home from school that she d "acksually never seen anything like it--it was so white, with awful little red spots in it." To Anne, this was as the end of all things. It was bad enough to be singled out for punishment from among a dozen equally guilty ones; it was worse still to be sent to sit with a boy, but that that boy should be Gilbert Blythe was heaping insult on injury to a degree utterly unbearable. Anne felt that she could not bear it and it would be of no use to try. Her whole being seethed with shame and anger and humiliation. At first the other scholars looked and whispered and giggled and nudged. But as Anne never lifted her head and as Gilbert worked fractions as if his whole soul was absorbed in them and them only, they soon returned to their own tasks and Anne was forgotten. When Mr. Phillips called the history class out Anne should have gone, but Anne did not move, and Mr. Phillips, who had been writing some verses "To Priscilla" before he called the class, was thinking about an obstinate rhyme still and never missed her. Once, when nobody was looking, Gilbert took from his desk a little pink candy heart with a gold motto on it, "You are sweet," and slipped it under the curve of Anne s arm. Whereupon Anne arose, took the pink heart gingerly between the tips of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, ground it to powder beneath her heel, and resumed her position without deigning to bestow a glance on Gilbert. When school went out Anne marched to her desk, ostentatiously took out everything therein, books and writing tablet, pen and ink, testament and arithmetic, and piled them neatly on her cracked slate. "What are you taking all those things home for, Anne?" Diana wanted to know, as soon as they were out on the road. She had not dared to ask the question before. "I am not coming back to school any more," said Anne. Diana gasped and stared at Anne to see if she meant it. "Will Marilla let you stay home?" she asked. "She ll have to," said Anne. "I ll NEVER go to school to that man again." "Oh, Anne!" Diana looked as if she were ready to cry. "I do think you re mean. What shall I do? Mr. Phillips will make me sit with that horrid Gertie Pye--I know he will because she is sitting alone. Do come back, Anne." "I d do almost anything in the world for you, Diana," said Anne sadly. "I d let myself be torn limb from limb if it would do you any good. But I can t do this, so please don t ask it. You harrow up my very soul." "Just think of all the fun you will miss," mourned Diana. "We are going to build the loveliest new house down by the brook; and we ll be playing ball next week and you ve never played ball, Anne. It s tremendously exciting. And we re going to learn a new song-- Jane Andrews is practicing it up now; and Alice Andrews is going to bring a new Pansy book next week and we re all going to read it out loud, chapter about, down by the brook. And you know you are so fond of reading out loud, Anne." Nothing moved Anne in the least. Her mind was made up. She would not go to school to Mr. Phillips again; she told Marilla so when she got home. "Nonsense," said Marilla. "It isn t nonsense at all," said Anne, gazing at Marilla with solemn, reproachful eyes. "Don t you understand, Marilla? I ve been insulted." "Insulted fiddlesticks! You ll go to school tomorrow as usual." "Oh, no." Anne shook her head gently. "I m not going back, Marilla. I ll learn my lessons at home and I ll be as good as I can be and hold my tongue all the time if it s possible at all. But I will not go back to school, I assure you." Marilla saw something remarkably like unyielding stubbornness looking out of Anne s small face. She understood that she would have trouble in overcoming it; but she re-solved wisely to say nothing more just then. "I ll run down and see Rachel about it this evening," she thought. "There s no use reasoning with Anne now. She s too worked up and I ve an idea she can be awful stubborn if she takes the notion. Far as I can make out from her story, Mr. Phillips has been carrying matters with a rather high hand. But it would never do to say so to her. I ll just talk it over with Rachel. She s sent ten children to school and she ought to know something about it. She ll have heard the whole story, too, by this time." Marilla found Mrs. Lynde knitting quilts as industriously and cheerfully as usual. "I suppose you know what I ve come about," she said, a little shamefacedly. Mrs. Rachel nodded. "About Anne s fuss in school, I reckon," she said. "Tillie Boulter was in on her way home from school and told me about it." "I don t know what to do with her," said Marilla. "She declares she won t go back to school. I never saw a child so worked up. I ve been expecting trouble ever since she started to school. I knew things were going too smooth to last. She s so high strung. What would you advise, Rachel?" "Well, since you ve asked my advice, Marilla," said Mrs. Lynde amiably--Mrs. Lynde dearly loved to be asked for advice--"I d just humor her a little at first, that s what I d do. It s my belief that Mr. Phillips was in the wrong. Of course, it doesn t do to say so to the children, you know. And of course he did right to punish her yesterday for giving way to temper. But today it was different. The others who were late should have been punished as well as Anne, that s what. And I don t believe in making the girls sit with the boys for punishment. It isn t modest. Tillie Boulter was real indignant. She took Anne s part right through and said all the scholars did too. Anne seems real popular among them, somehow. I never thought she d take with them so well." "Then you really think I d better let her stay home," said Marilla in amazement. "Yes. That is I wouldn t say school to her again until she said it herself. Depend upon it, Marilla, she ll cool off in a week or so and be ready enough to go back of her own accord, that s what, while, if you were to make her go back right off, dear knows what freak or tantrum she d take next and make more trouble than ever. The less fuss made the better, in my opinion. She won t miss much by not going to school, as far as THAT goes. Mr. Phillips isn t any good at all as a teacher. The order he keeps is scandalous, that s what, and he neglects the young fry and puts all his time on those big scholars he s getting ready for Queen s. He d never have got the school for another year if his uncle hadn t been a trustee--THE trustee, for he just leads the other two around by the nose, that s what. I declare, I don t know what education in this Island is coming to." Mrs. Rachel shook her head, as much as to say if she were only at the head of the educational system of the Province things would be much better managed. Marilla took Mrs. Rachel s advice and not another word was said to Anne about going back to school. She learned her lessons at home, did her chores, and played with Diana in the chilly purple autumn twilights; but when she met Gilbert Blythe on the road or encountered him in Sunday school she passed him by with an icy contempt that was no whit thawed by his evident desire to appease her. Even Diana s efforts as a peacemaker were of no avail. Anne had evidently made up her mind to hate Gilbert Blythe to the end of life. As much as she hated Gilbert, however, did she love Diana, with all the love of her passionate little heart, equally intense in its likes and dislikes. One evening Marilla, coming in from the orchard with a basket of apples, found Anne sitting along by the east window in the twilight, crying bitterly. "Whatever s the matter now, Anne?" she asked. "It s about Diana," sobbed Anne luxuriously. "I love Diana so, Marilla. I cannot ever live without her. But I know very well when we grow up that Diana will get married and go away and leave me. And oh, what shall I do? I hate her husband--I just hate him furiously. I ve been imagining it all out--the wedding and everything--Diana dressed in snowy garments, with a veil, and looking as beautiful and regal as a queen; and me the bridesmaid, with a lovely dress too, and puffed sleeves, but with a breaking heart hid beneath my smiling face. And then bidding Diana goodbye-e-e--" Here Anne broke down entirely and wept with increasing bitterness. Marilla turned quickly away to hide her twitching face; but it was no use; she collapsed on the nearest chair and burst into such a hearty and unusual peal of laughter that Matthew, crossing the yard outside, halted in amazement. When had he heard Marilla laugh like that before? "Well, Anne Shirley," said Marilla as soon as she could speak, "if you must borrow trouble, for pity s sake borrow it handier home. I should think you had an imagination, sure enough." CHAPTER XIV UP CHAPTER XVI 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 05 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 24 51 (Tue)
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開催日：2012 / 05 / 13 参加人数：68名 フォーマット：レガシー（～AVR） 13.05.2012 Legacy Top 8 autolink 優勝：UBG Control 準優勝：UW Control‐Terminus CounterTop 第3位：UBG Control‐+W 第4位：Maverick 第5位：White Stax 第6位：UW Control‐Terminus CounterTop 第7位：Show and Tell‐Hive Mind 第8位：ANT‐UBR 優勝：UBG Control 使用者：Amat, Daniel Main Deck 4《Underground Sea》 3《Tropical Island》 2《Bayou》 2《島/Island》 1《沼/Swamp》 4《汚染された三角州/Polluted Delta》 4《霧深い雨林/Misty Rainforest》 2《不毛の大地/Wasteland》 1《忍び寄るタール坑/Creeping Tar Pit》 1《アカデミーの廃墟/Academy Ruins》 1《千足虫/Gigapede》 4《渦まく知識/Brainstorm》 4《Force of Will》 4《無垢の血/Innocent Blood》 4《破滅的な行為/Pernicious Deed》 1《仕組まれた爆薬/Engineered Explosives》 3《ヴェールのリリアナ/Liliana of the Veil》 3《精神を刻む者、ジェイス/Jace, the Mind Sculptor》 3《直観/Intuition》 3《対抗呪文/Counterspell》 1《壌土からの生命/Life from the Loam》 3《コジレックの審問/Inquisition of Kozilek》 2《呪文貫き/Spell Pierce》 Sideboard 2《呪文貫き/Spell Pierce》 2《外科的摘出/Surgical Extraction》 1《トーモッドの墓所/Tormod s Crypt》 1《墓掘りの檻/Grafdigger s Cage》 2《非業の死/Perish》 2《闇の腹心/Dark Confidant》 3《狼狽の嵐/Flusterstorm》 1《暗黒破/Darkblast》 1《The Tabernacle at Pendrell Vale》 準優勝：UW Control‐Terminus CounterTop 使用者：Goedeke, Lutz Main Deck 4《溢れかえる岸辺/Flooded Strand》 4《汚染された三角州/Polluted Delta》 1《湿地の干潟/Marsh Flats》 1《Karakas》 3《Tundra》 3《氷河の城砦/Glacial Fortress》 2《平地/Plains》 4《島/Island》 4《瞬唱の魔道士/Snapcaster Mage》 2《ヴェンディリオン三人衆/Vendilion Clique》 2《相殺/Counterbalance》 4《師範の占い独楽/Sensei s Divining Top》 4《渦まく知識/Brainstorm》 4《剣を鍬に/Swords to Plowshares》 3《呪文貫き/Spell Pierce》 2《対抗呪文/Counterspell》 4《Force of Will》 3《精神を刻む者、ジェイス/Jace, the Mind Sculptor》 3《終末/Terminus》 3《天使への願い/Entreat the Angels》 2《相殺/Counterbalance》 1《終末/Terminus》 3《外科的摘出/Surgical Extraction》 2《墓場の浄化/Purify the Grave》 1《寒け/Chill》 2《水流破/Hydroblast》 2《流刑への道/Path to Exile》 2《解呪/Disenchant》 第3位：UBG Control‐+W 使用者：Tobiasch, Marc Main Deck 4《不毛の大地/Wasteland》 1《沼/Swamp》 1《島/Island》 4《Underground Sea》 2《Tropical Island》 1《Bayou》 2《Tundra》 4《汚染された三角州/Polluted Delta》 3《霧深い雨林/Misty Rainforest》 1《忍び寄るタール坑/Creeping Tar Pit》 3《瞬唱の魔道士/Snapcaster Mage》 4《渦まく知識/Brainstorm》 3《Force of Will》 1《撹乱/Disrupt》 2《呪文貫き/Spell Pierce》 2《呪文嵌め/Spell Snare》 2《対抗呪文/Counterspell》 1《謎めいた命令/Cryptic Command》 1《撤廃/Repeal》 3《未練ある魂/Lingering Souls》 3《破滅的な行為/Pernicious Deed》 2《恐ろしい死/Ghastly Demise》 1《無垢の血/Innocent Blood》 1《見栄え損ない/Disfigure》 2《壌土からの生命/Life from the Loam》 1《大渦の脈動/Maelstrom Pulse》 3《精神を刻む者、ジェイス/Jace, the Mind Sculptor》 2《ヴェールのリリアナ/Liliana of the Veil》 Sideboard 2《無垢の血/Innocent Blood》 2《機を見た援軍/Timely Reinforcements》 1《ヴェンディリオン三人衆/Vendilion Clique》 1《強迫/Duress》 2《思考囲い/Thoughtseize》 1《狼狽の嵐/Flusterstorm》 1《根絶/Extirpate》 4《虚空の力線/Leyline of the Void》 1《自然の要求/Nature s Claim》 第4位：Maverick 使用者：Steyns, Nick Main Deck 4《Savannah》 2《森/Forest》 2《平地/Plains》 4《不毛の大地/Wasteland》 4《吹きさらしの荒野/Windswept Heath》 1《樹木茂る山麓/Wooded Foothills》 1《乾燥台地/Arid Mesa》 1《ドライアドの東屋/Dryad Arbor》 2《地平線の梢/Horizon Canopy》 1《Karakas》 4《貴族の教主/Noble Hierarch》 4《ルーンの母/Mother of Runes》 3《スレイベンの守護者、サリア/Thalia, Guardian of Thraben》 1《スクリブのレインジャー/Scryb Ranger》 2《漁る軟泥/Scavenging Ooze》 2《クァーサルの群れ魔道士/Qasali Pridemage》 2《獣相のシャーマン/Fauna Shaman》 1《石鍛冶の神秘家/Stoneforge Mystic》 1《エイヴンの思考検閲者/Aven Mindcensor》 1《ガドック・ティーグ/Gaddock Teeg》 4《聖遺の騎士/Knight of the Reliquary》 1《遍歴の騎士、エルズペス/Elspeth, Knight-Errant》 4《剣を鍬に/Swords to Plowshares》 1《森の知恵/Sylvan Library》 4《緑の太陽の頂点/Green Sun s Zenith》 2《梅澤の十手/Umezawa s Jitte》 1《光と影の剣/Sword of Light and Shadow》 1《"Ach! Hans, Run!"》※ Sideboard 1《遍歴の騎士、エルズペス/Elspeth, Knight-Errant》 1《ボジューカの沼/Bojuka Bog》 2《流刑への道/Path to Exile》 1《悟りの教示者/Enlightened Tutor》 1《トーモッドの墓所/Tormod s Crypt》 1《仕組まれた爆薬/Engineered Explosives》 1《真髄の針/Pithing Needle》 1《太陽と月の輪/Wheel of Sun and Moon》 1《赤の防御円/Circle of Protection Red》 1《台所の嫌がらせ屋/Kitchen Finks》 1《情け知らずのガラク/Garruk Relentless》 1《アメジストのとげ/Thorn of Amethyst》 1《静寂の守り手、リンヴァーラ/Linvala, Keeper of Silence》 1《エーテル宣誓会の法学者/Ethersworn Canonist》 ※誤植 第5位：White Stax 使用者：Knabe-paulsen, Hannes Main Deck 4《トロウケアの敷石/Flagstones of Trokair》 4《古えの墳墓/Ancient Tomb》 4《裏切り者の都/City of Traitors》 4《不毛の大地/Wasteland》 2《ミシュラの工廠/Mishra s Factory》 3《平地/Plains》 1《Karakas》 1《地平線の梢/Horizon Canopy》 2《Savannah》 2《悪斬の天使/Baneslayer Angel》 3《幕屋の大魔術師/Magus of the Tabernacle》 4《モックス・ダイアモンド/Mox Diamond》 4《三なる宝球/Trinisphere》 4《ハルマゲドン/Armageddon》 4《亡霊の牢獄/Ghostly Prison》 4《煙突/Smokestack》 4《世界のるつぼ/Crucible of Worlds》 4《虚空の杯/Chalice of the Void》 2《忘却の輪/Oblivion Ring》 Sideboard 1《The Tabernacle at Pendrell Vale》 1《Moat》 1《霊体の正義/Karmic Justice》 2《法の領域/Sphere of Law》 1《法の定め/Rule of Law》 3《窒息/Choke》 3《トーモッドの墓所/Tormod s Crypt》 1《倦怠の宝珠/Torpor Orb》 2《呪われたトーテム像/Cursed Totem》 第6位：UW Control‐Terminus CounterTop 使用者：Podeschwa, Alexander Main Deck 4《溢れかえる岸辺/Flooded Strand》 3《汚染された三角州/Polluted Delta》 2《湿地の干潟/Marsh Flats》 1《Karakas》 3《Tundra》 3《氷河の城砦/Glacial Fortress》 2《平地/Plains》 4《島/Island》 4《瞬唱の魔道士/Snapcaster Mage》 2《ヴェンディリオン三人衆/Vendilion Clique》 1《相殺/Counterbalance》 4《師範の占い独楽/Sensei s Divining Top》 4《渦まく知識/Brainstorm》 4《剣を鍬に/Swords to Plowshares》 3《呪文貫き/Spell Pierce》 3《対抗呪文/Counterspell》 4《Force of Will》 3《精神を刻む者、ジェイス/Jace, the Mind Sculptor》 3《終末/Terminus》 3《天使への願い/Entreat the Angels》 Sideboard 1《ヴェンディリオン三人衆/Vendilion Clique》 2《相殺/Counterbalance》 1《終末/Terminus》 4《外科的摘出/Surgical Extraction》 2《墓場の浄化/Purify the Grave》 2《水流破/Hydroblast》 1《流刑への道/Path to Exile》 2《解呪/Disenchant》 第7位：Show and Tell‐Hive Mind 使用者：Kovacs, Christof Main Deck 3《島/Island》 4《溢れかえる岸辺/Flooded Strand》 4《霧深い雨林/Misty Rainforest》 1《Underground Sea》 1《Volcanic Island》 3《古えの墳墓/Ancient Tomb》 3《裏切り者の都/City of Traitors》 3《引き裂かれし永劫、エムラクール/Emrakul, the Aeons Torn》 4《集団意識/Hive Mind》 4《タイタンの契約/Pact of the Titan》 4《否定の契約/Pact of Negation》 1《召喚士の契約/Summoner s Pact》 4《実物提示教育/Show and Tell》 4《直観/Intuition》 4《Force of Will》 4《渦まく知識/Brainstorm》 4《思案/Ponder》 3《厳かなモノリス/Grim Monolith》 1《誤った指図/Misdirection》 1《殺戮の契約/Slaughter Pact》 Sideboard 4《神聖の力線/Leyline of Sanctity》 4《防御の光網/Defense Grid》 3《すべてを護るもの、母聖樹/Boseiju, Who Shelters All》 2《外科的摘出/Surgical Extraction》 1《根絶/Extirpate》 1《フェアリーの忌み者/Faerie Macabre》 第8位：ANT‐UBR 使用者：Faber, Manuel Main Deck 1《Volcanic Island》 2《Underground Sea》 4《宝石鉱山/Gemstone Mine》 1《血染めのぬかるみ/Bloodstained Mire》 1《溢れかえる岸辺/Flooded Strand》 1《霧深い雨林/Misty Rainforest》 1《沸騰する小湖/Scalding Tarn》 2《真鍮の都/City of Brass》 2《むかつき/Ad Nauseam》 3《強迫/Duress》 4《冥府の教示者/Infernal Tutor》 4《思案/Ponder》 4《金属モックス/Chrome Mox》 4《水蓮の花びら/Lotus Petal》 4《ライオンの瞳のダイアモンド/Lion s Eye Diamond》 4《渦まく知識/Brainstorm》 4《暗黒の儀式/Dark Ritual》 3《オアリムの詠唱/Orim s Chant》 2《沈黙/Silence》 4《燃え立つ願い/Burning Wish》 1《苦悶の触手/Tendrils of Agony》 4《炎の儀式/Rite of Flame》 Sideboard 1《強迫/Duress》 1《苦悶の触手/Tendrils of Agony》 3《蒸気の連鎖/Chain of Vapor》 3《紅蓮破/Pyroblast》 1《ぶどう弾/Grapeshot》 1《先細りの収益/Diminishing Returns》 1《静かな旅立ち/Silent Departure》 1《巣穴からの総出/Empty the Warrens》 1《炎の中の過去/Past in Flames》 1《破壊放題/Shattering Spree》 1《不正利得/Ill-Gotten Gains》
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tags community ethernet open standard strategy case url auther [Von Burg, U.] bibtex en @book{vonBurg2001triumph, title={The triumph of Ethernet technological communities and the battle for the LAN standard}, author={Von Burg, U.}, year={2001}, publisher={Stanford University Press} } format for references * abstract memo cited as West2003open West2007economic Second, just as Gabel1987open identified multiple dimentions of compatibility, these examples suggest that openness is represented by more than a single dimention. Previous researchers (vonBurg2001triumph - P. 34, West2003open) have identified multiple intermediate levels of openness between the most proprietary and most open examples of standards.