Shouts rang out as Aladdin made a sharp turn down a dark alley. His pockets filled with sweet cream pastries, he was dodging murky puddles and piles of garbage as he made his way down the alley. He skidded to an abrupt stop as his path was blocked by three walls at the back of the alley. He could hear the shouts drawing nearer as he frantically looked around for a way of escape.
Aladdin, with his eyes now adjusted to the darkness all around him, spotted a large gouge in one of the sandstone walls near the corner of the back wall. He gingerly gripped it with his bare foot and began to look for handholds farther up the wall. A few crevices here and there allowed him to make his way up the wall and just as the shouting marauders piled in to the dead end of the alley, they caught a small glimpse of him heaving himself over the top of the wall. Their hollering became fainter as Aladdin fled farther away along the low rooftops of the city. Continue reading
“What’s on the agenda today, Doctor?”
“I’ve got another case to investigate. It is pretty straightforward; a privileged family in the suburbs has reported a missing bauble and wants it recovered. They have blamed it on a family whom they do not particularly care for. They want the object recovered and the perpetrator or perpetrators accounted for.”
“That is indeed a very simple case. I’m surprised you’ve accepted the case,” Scott said.
“Yes, well, I’ve been quite . . . sedentary lately,” the doctor replied with a chuckle that set Scott into a fit of giggles as well. “Anyway, I need to give my brain a little exercise every once in a while, even if it is in the case of a petty thief, or thieves. Would you like to come along, my boy?”
Fill me up with Thy great love
Show me grace, like that of a dove
Make me to understand Thy word;
Sharp as a two-edged sword
I am filled with longing
For my Lord
Fill my heart with singing
Until I find my great reward
“Let’s take the train, Doctor,” Scott suggested. “It will be much shorter and cheaper than taking a cab.”
“That is indeed worthy of note,” Dr. Varney replied. He was testing the logical abilities of his comrade and he had just completed his task. “Let us take the train.” So they sauntered over to the ticket booth and purchased a pair of tickets for themselves.
Dr. Varney was in need of a vacation, and Mrs. Hartlet, Scott’s mother, had suggested that her son of seventeen accompany him. Dr. Varney happily obliged and they had set off the next morning for the train station after their above conversation at the doctor’s apartment.
They were headed to the countryside for a week of relaxation and a nice holiday from their busy schedules. Both were much in need of a short recuperation away from their respective places of occupation, or, in Dr. Varney’s case, the lack thereof; at least at the moment.
When they had boarded the train, they both took seats toward the rear of their respective car and almost immediately launched into one of their friendly, heated debates.
Automobiles were an iconic invention of the 19th century. They have had many positive practical implications, including reduced travel time, an increase in job opportunities, road trips, and easier relocation. But what broader cultural effects have automobiles had on society? Though one may not realize it, the widespread utilization and availability of the automobile has caused a change in mindset among all affected by the automobile: virtually the entire world. Though automobiles have benefitted many, they have also brought along adverse psychological effects on cultures that make wide use of them.
When one thinks about imagination and community, at first glance, they don’t appear to be related at all. Marilynne Robinson, however, in her essay “Imagination & Community,” challenges this stereotype. “Community,” she says, “consists very largely of imaginative love for people we do not know or whom we may know very slightly” (21). Her definition does seem plausible; after all, many live in neighborhoods (i.e., small communities) in which they may not know everyone very well, but that doesn’t disqualify such a neighborhood from being a community. As the essay progresses, she expands this general thesis into several different facets, ranging from leisurely reading to social issues and concludes with a final anecdote to illustrate her point.
You enter a clean, pleasant-looking building. On the outside, everything seems normal and happy. But on the inside of this whitewashed tomb is a biological center for the production of human embryos. You pass the Fertilizing Room, where the embryos are created and the Bottling Room, where embryos are prepared for future alterations. You enter the Social Predestination Room, where the caste of the developing human is prescribed before the “individual” sees the light of day and finally the Decanting Room, where the embryos become fully formed human beings. All the while the Director of the Centre explains that one fertilized egg is able to produce up to 96 identical human beings. Science fiction? Certainly. But the technology in Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World is all too real. Relatively recent advancements in genetic technology have unlocked the genomes of many different organisms using the CRISPR gene editing program. While CRISPR has opened up new possibilities for organ transplants, it has also generated the possibility of chimaeras: creatures with the organs of other organisms. This discovery has led to a firestorm of moral controversy as many consider the implications of human subjects. Should scientists be allowed to play god with the human genome, even though it carries significant human benefits?