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2 Reawakened: A Once Upon a Time Tale Odette Beane Reawakened: A Once Upon a Time Tale Odette Beane In Storybrooke, Maine, Emma Swan and Mary Margaret Blanchard are friends and roommates. They're united in their mission to make life better for Henry, Emma's young son, who has been raised by Storybrooke's vicious mayor, Regina Mills. Henry is convinced that Mary Margaret and Emma are more than just roommates, however. He believes they're family-mother and daughter fairy-tale characters exiled from their enchanted forest by an evil curse. And he's right: Mary Margaret is Snow White, and Emma is her daughter. In this companion book to the hit ABC television show Once Upon A Time, Emma and Snow tell their own stories, in their own words, for the first time. With Emma relating her time in Storybrooke and Snow narrating the events of fairytale land, present and future fans of the show will get a whole new look at their favorite characters and stories. Show description from ABC: "From the inventive minds of Lost executive producers Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis, the show is a bold new imagining of the world where fairy tales and the modern world collide: 28-year-old Emma Swan is shocked when Henry, the son she gave up, shows up on her doorstep after 10 years in desperate need of her help. He believes she actually comes from an alternate world and is Snow White and Prince Charming's missing daughter. According to his book of fairytales, they sent Emma away to protect her from the Evil Queen's curse, which trapped the fairy tale world frozen in time and brought them into our modern world. Emma is skeptical, but when she brings Henry back to his hometown of Storybrook, she is drawn to this boy and his strange story, soon suspecting that the town is more than it seems. It's a place where magic has been forgotten, but is still powerfully close; where fairytale characters are alive, even though they don't remember who they once were. The epic battle for the future of all worlds is beginning, but for good to win, Emma will have to accept her destiny and join the fight." Download Reawakened: A Once Upon a Time Tale...pdf Read Online Reawakened: A Once Upon a Time Tale...pdf

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In a brain composed of localized but connected specialized areas, disconnection leads to dysfunction. This simple formulation underlay a range of 19th century neurological disorders, referred to collectively as disconnection syndromes. Although disconnectionism fell out of favour with the move against localized brain theories in the early 20th century, in 1965, an American neurologist brought disconnection to the fore once more in a paper entitled, 'Disconnexion syndromes in animals and man'. In what was to become the manifesto of behavioural neurology, Norman Geschwind outlined a pure disconnectionist framework which revolutionized both clinical neurology and the neurosciences in general. For him, disconnection syndromes were higher function deficits that resulted from white matter lesions or lesions of the association cortices, the latter acting as relay stations between primary motor, sensory and limbic areas. From a clinical perspective, the work reawakened interest in single case studies by providing a useful framework for correlating lesion locations with clinical deficits. In the neurosciences, it helped develop contemporary distributed network and connectionist theories of brain function. Geschwind's general disconnectionist paradigm ruled clinical neurology for 20 years but in the late 1980s, with the re-emergence of specialized functional roles for association cortex, the orbit of its remit began to diminish and it became incorporated into more general models of higher dysfunction. By the 1990s, textbooks of neurology were devoting only a few pages to classical disconnection theory. Today, new techniques to study connections in the living human brain allow us, for the first time, to test the classical formulation directly and broaden it beyond disconnections to include disorders of hyperconnectivity. In this review, on the 40th anniversary of Geschwind's publication, we describe the changing fortunes of disconnection theory and adapt the general framework that evolved from it to encompass the entire spectrum of higher function disorders in neurology and psychiatry.

The story is, I fear, suffocatingly subjective; the kind of thing I havenever written before and shall probably never write again. I have triedso to write the first chapter that those who can't bear such a storywill see at once what they are in for and close the book with the leastwaste of time.C. S. L.ContentsI. The First YearsII. Concentration CampIII. Mountbracken and CampbellIV. I Broaden my MindV. RenaissanceVI. BlooderyVII. Light and ShadeVIII. ReleaseIX. The Great KnockX. Fortune's SmileXI. CheckXII. Guns and Good CompanyXIII. The New LookXIV. CheckmateXV. The BeginningI. The First YearsHappy, but for so happy ill secured. MILTONI was born in the winter of 1898 at Belfast, the son of a solicitor andof a clergyman's daughter. My parents had only two children, both sons,and I was the younger by about three years. Two very different strainshad gone to our making. My father belonged to the first generation ofhis family that reached professional station. His grandfather had been aWelsh farmer; his father, a self-made man, had begun life as a workman,emigrated to Ireland, and ended as a partner in the firm of Macilwaineand Lewis, "Boiler-makers, Engineers, and Iron Ship Builders". My motherwas a Hamilton with many generations of clergymen, lawyers, sailors, andthe like behind her; on her mother's side, through the Warrens, theblood went back to a Norman knight whose bones lie at Battle Abbey. Thetwo families from which I spring were as different in temperament as inorigin. My father's people were true Welshmen, sentimental, passionate,and rhetorical, easily moved both to anger and to tenderness; men wholaughed and cried a great deal and who had not much of the talent forhappiness. The Hamiltons were a cooler race. Their minds were criticaland ironic and they had the talent for happiness in a high degree--wentstraight for it as experienced travellers go for the best seat in atrain. From my earliest years I was aware of the vivid contrast betweenmy mother's cheerful and tranquil affection and the ups and downs of myfather's emotional life, and this bred in me long before I was oldenough to give it a name a certain distrust or dislike of emotion assomething uncomfortable and embarrassing and even dangerous.

Both my parents, by the standards of that time and place, were bookishor "clever" people. My mother had been a promising mathematician in heryouth and a B.A. of Queen's College, Belfast, and before her death wasable to start me both in French and Latin. She was a voracious reader ofgood novels, and I think the Merediths and Tolstoys which I haveinherited were bought for her. My father's tastes were quite different.He was fond of oratory and had himself spoken on political platforms inEngland as a young man; if he had had independent means he wouldcertainly have aimed at a political career. In this, unless his sense ofhonour, which was fine to the point of being Quixotic, had made himunmanageable, he might well have succeeded, for he had many of the giftsonce needed by a Parliamentarian--a fine presence, a resonant voice,great quickness of mind, eloquence, and memory. Trollope's politicalnovels were very dear to him; in following the career of Phineas Finn hewas, as I now suppose, vicariously gratifying his own desires. He wasfond of poetry provided it had elements of rhetoric or pathos, or both;I think Othello was his favourite Shakespearian play. He greatlyenjoyed nearly all humorous authors, from Dickens to W. W. Jacobs, andwas himself, almost without rival, the best raconteur I have everheard; the best, that is, of his own type, the type that acts all thecharacters in turn with a free use of grimace, gesture, and pantomime.He was never happier than when closeted for an hour or so with one ortwo of my uncles exchanging "wheezes" (as anecdotes were oddly called inour family). What neither he nor my mother had the least taste for wasthat kind of literature to which my allegiance was given the moment Icould choose books for myself. Neither had ever listened for the hornsof elfland. There was no copy either of Keats or Shelley in the house,and the copy of Coleridge was never (to my knowledge) opened. If I am aromantic my parents bear no responsibility for it. Tennyson, indeed, myfather liked, but it was the Tennyson of In Memoriam and LocksleyHall. I never heard from him of the Lotus Eaters or the Morted'Arthur. My mother, I have been told, cared for no poetry at all.

To this general happiness there was one exception. I remember nothingearlier than the terror of certain dreams. It is a very common troubleat that age, yet it still seems to me odd that petted and guardedchildhood should so often have in it a window opening on what is hardlyless than Hell. My bad dreams were of two kinds, those about spectresand those about insects. The second were, beyond comparison, the worse;to this day I would rather meet a ghost than a tarantula. And to thisday I could almost find it in my heart to rationalise and justify myphobia. As Owen Barfield once said to me, "The trouble about insects isthat they are like French locomotives--they have all the works on theoutside." The works--that is the trouble. Their angular limbs, theirjerky movements, their dry, metallic noises, all suggest either machinesthat have come to life or life degenerating into mechanism. You may addthat in the hive and the ant-hill we see fully realised the two thingsthat some of us most dread for our own species--the dominance of thefemale and the dominance of the collective. One fact about the historyof this phobia is perhaps worth recording. Much later, in my teens, fromreading Lubbock's Ants, Bees and Wasps, I developed for a short time agenuinely scientific interest in insects. Other studies soon crowded itout; but while my entomological period lasted my fear almost vanished,and I am inclined to think a real objective curiosity will usually havethis cleansing effect.

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