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Beating the News

On Feb. 18, 1855, French-Canadian cattle dealer Louis Remme deposited $12,500 in gold in the Sacramento branch of the Adams & Company bank. Shortly afterward he received word that Page, Bacon & Company of St. Louis, the largest financial company west of the Alleghenies, had failed. He returned to the bank but it had already been liquidated, depleted by desperate depositors.

So Remme jumped on a horse and rode 665 miles north in 143 hours, including 10 hours of sleep and brief stops for food. He arrived in Portland, Ore., on Feb. 26, went straight to the Adams & Company bank, presented his certificate of deposit, and withdrew the $12,500. He had beaten the steamer that carried news of the bank’s failure — and Portland had no telegraph.

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when nothing ever ends up quite like what you planned

[fuckyeahexistentialism]

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used to. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effort, no trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because i am out of sight? I am waiting for you, somewhere very near. Just around the corner. All is well.

Henry Scott Holland 1847 - 1918 / Canon of St Paul’s, London (via reliablememory)

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I can tell from the sound that she uses soap

Thrill of the chaste: The truth about Gandhi’s sex life - Features - Books - The Independent (via rhea137)

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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

Frank Herbert (via humanflower)

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[50watts]

Evening. The moon, Jupiter. Moving mists. A troop of trees fording a river. A dog out hunting. Invisible oxen. The chateau is dark; but a light in the dining-room shows that people are dining there in accordance with the rules of etiquette. Slender poplars, heavy elms. As the mist moves, some are drowned while others raise their heads. You hear the stream running in the very depth of the earth. Now and then everything is drowned. It is a deluge. Your mouth filled with dampness, you go home. You are a little scared.

Journal of Jules Renard, October 1904 (via 50watts)

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