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Issue N° 30 – February-April 2012. Journal of the Department of English
Sultan Moulay Slimane University, Faculty of Letters, Beni Mellal, Morocco.
Editor: Khalid Chaouch.
INSIDE THIS ISSUE Editorial: The Mouse/Keyboard Theory! 02
The Poet‟s Corner: A Poem Says a Lot in a Little … 04
Pen Circle Prize (2011/2012): List of Awardees … 05
„A View from the Teachers‟ Lounge‟
by Elkhdar Abdelmoula, SLCE Master (2011-2012)… 06
„A State of Loss‟ by Jaouad Markoni, S5 (2011-2012) … 08
„Tahnanait, A Rural Woman Who Is Always Sixty‟
by Mohamed Handour, SLCE Master (2011-2012) … 09
„Sorry, My Cigarette!‟ by Jaafar Nabaoui, S5 (2011-2012) … 12
Report on „Occidentalism vs. Orientalism‟ International Conference… 13
„Doubt‟ by Omnia Regragui, S3 (2011-2012) … 14
„Here Again‟ by Hicham Ouaarabi, S1 (2011-2012) … 15
My Pungent Quotations: They said about „the Rich‟ ... 16
Proverbs of the Moment: „Counsel and Advice‟ … 17
My Enigmatic Pen Circles … 18
Looking for Clues among „DESERT‟ Terms … 19
Crosswords N° 30... 20
Pen Circle Sultan Moulay Slimane University
Faculty of Letters and Humanities, Department of English
BP. 524, Beni Mellal, Morocco. Fax: 212 (0)5 23 48 17 69
Email: [email protected]
Pen Circle is also available at www.flshbm.ma Départements L. L. Anglaises
Editorial Board
Mly. Lmustapha MAMAOUI, Mohamed RAKII, Redouan SAÏDI.
Sermo in circulis
est liberior.
“I had three chairs in my house; one for
solitude, two for friendship, three for
society.”
Henry David Thoreau, Walden.
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EDITORIAL
The Mouse/Keyboard Theory
Needless to say that the Internet has become an essential
source of information and an invaluable companion to any
scholar, more particularly to University students and researchers.
The aim here is not to elaborate on the unquestionable benefits
and the highly rewarding advantages of this inexhaustible
resource. It is rather to draw students‟ attention to some practices
that could prevent them from getting the best of the Net.
If we try to classify Internet users for research purposes, we
will realize that they fall, at least at the theoretical level, into
three main categories of researchers: those who produce online
material; those who consume it; and those who belong to the
mainstream category of consumers and producers at the same
time. It is clear that the most hard-working category is the first
one, since it produces information and controls its flow. It is the
category of researchers who think, plan, organize and use
different material for the sake of producing research papers,
generating new ideas, publishing original works, and hosting
papers and documents on one side of the Net. They are, in a
certain way, those who actively do research and put it at the
disposal of other users/consumers, hence selecting the kind of
ideas to circulate in the world. On the other side of the Net, the
weakest category of researchers is the one that consumes material
passively without any original outcome or plus value result.
In the course of my dealing with Internet sources and their
use for the sake of research advancement, I have developed a
kind of „primitive‟ and simplistic theory on the barometer that
could help me assess my relation to the Net. The theory is very
simple, especially as regards research works and activities in the
fields of arts and humanities. To verify it, I proceeded as follows:
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Whenever I am in front of the computer screen, I try to notice
which hardware material I am been using most: the mouse or the
keyboard? The theory is that if I am using the keyboard more
than the mouse, this means, in most cases, that I am more likely
to belong to people who are generating new texts and who are,
thus, producing original material – regardless of its quality. On
the other hand, if I notice that my fingertips are more sticking to
the mouse (especially for select, copy, and paste functionalities in
WORD or PDF documents), even in the process of producing
research or „critical‟ material, then I am sure that, as such, I
would be a mere „collecting researcher‟ and a passive consumer
of others‟ material, exactly as in the phase of primitive humanity,
when our ancestors were contenting themselves with picking up
plants and fruits instead of working the land.
The attitude towards Internet material research productivity
could take a pathological turn when the consuming „researcher‟
expropriates information and material without expressing
adequate credits and without paying due homage to the original
producers. Any student-researcher who is in the process of
working on a BA or Master research paper is in need of Internet
resources, as are Doctoral, Postdoctoral or academician
researchers, but the positive attitude of using online material and,
at the same time, producing original material is to be acquired at
an early phase, before doing research, until it becomes an
essential one.
In the last analysis, the computer screen becomes, for all
such researchers, a kind of virtual border between both categories
of Internet users. And it is up to each one to decide to which
category of Internauts he/she wants to belong.
So, seize the Net… and choose your side!
Khalid Chaouch
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The Poet’s Corner
This corner is devoted both to prominent figures in poetry and to ambitious students who dare
to embark in the process of creative writing. Students‟ attempts should be sent by email or
presented in legible handwriting, and submitted to a member of Pen Circle Editorial Board.
A Poem Says a Lot in a Little*
A poem is a record of experience to be shared. The poet sees
or does or thinks or feels, and he passes along his observations and
actions and ideas and emotions to the reader. This what the prose
writer does too, but the poet‟s job is a harder one. The prose writer
can leisurely develop his theme, making abundant use of details.
But the poet is held down by the conventions, or rules, of his form.
He must evoke emotional and intellectual responses in the fewest
possible words, usually through careful use of language. He
chooses his material with special care and screens his language for
useless words. Careful selection and sifting result in compression:
he says a lot in a little...
Like anyone else, a poet uses words first for their meaning.
But he often tries to pack more meaning into them than does the
prose writer:
Arthur with a hundred spears
Rode far.
What two meanings does the word „spears‟ have in the above?
The poet is also concerned with the connotations of words, the
emotions and associations they stir up in us. For example, what two
very different pictures of, and responses to, to a brook do have in:
I chatter, chatter as I flow
I babble on the pebbles…
and
I murmur under moon and stars . . .
Because the poet cuts away all needless words and packs the
useful ones with all possible meaning and emotion, poetry should
be read slowly and carefully. Ever word has a purpose; to
understand a poem fully, you have to be aware of the meaning and
connotation that each word carries.
*Robert C. Pooley et al., Projection in Literature. Glenview Illinois: Scott,
Foresman and Company, 1967, p. 196.
* Q * Q * Q * Q * Q * Q * Q *
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Pen Circle Prize
for Mellali Writers in English
(2011/2012)
List of Awardees
This year we have received a considerable number of
attempts, a fact that reflects the students‟ interest in this
competition and their desire to express themselves in creative
writing. To give more opportunities to burgeoning talents, we
have decided to raise the number of winners to 6 (two from
Master studies, two from Semester 5, one from Semester 3,
and one from Semester 1), since the aim of this journal is to
encourage students to write. So the five winners of Pen Circle
Prize for the current academic year (2011/2012) are:
- Hicham OUAARABI, S1, for his poem “Here Again” (see
p. 15 on this issue.)
- Omnia REGRAGUI, S3, for her poem “Doubt” (p. 14.)
- Jawad MARKONI, S5, for his poem “A State of Loss” (p.
08.)
- Jaafar NABAOUI, S5, for his poem “Sorry, My Cigarette!”
(p. 12.)
- Elkhdar ABDELMOULA, SLCE Master, for his short
story “The Teachers‟ Lounge” (pp. 6-7).
- Mohamed HANDOUR, SLCE Master, for his short story
“Tahnanait, a Rural Woman Who Is Always Sixty.” (An
excerpt of this short story is on pp. 9-11.)
As usual, and for creative reasons, we have reprinted the
contributions as they were submitted (except for some very
few corrections).
Congratulation, winners!
Good Luck to other candidates in the next prize!
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Pen Circle Prize Winners
A View from the Teachers‟ Lounge
It‟ a twenty meters square cold dull room, with some old Moroccan-
made couches, Sdader, and some mangy pillows scattered here and there.
At the corner of this space, one would see a wooden counter, behind it
stood a middle aged woman who‟s in charge of brewing tea for the
teachers during break times. Three sets of Moroccan tea pots are laid out
before the lady with bunches of drinking glasses; the big sized tea pot is
made with absinth, the medium with mint and the smallest is without
sugar, as many teachers are diabetic. The three pots are ironically lined up
like horses in a parade with their spouts, like rifles, pointed out towards the
leaking ceiling of the room! There is also an old rectangular wooden table
with four robust legs which is used for many purposes; sometimes as a
desk for teachers to fill in a form, and at other times as a small „mail box‟
where most of our mandatory bank letters are deposited.
On the well polished domes of the tea pots one would see the reflection
of what‟s going on in the room. It is 4 P.M and teachers were coming in
slowly, and short of energy. They sat down carefully on the couches. Each
one was holding a glass of tea between his or her hands as it was a freezing
day, trying to get warm. I felt sorry that our room lacked the heat needed
for in cold days. Some were nibbling a two-Dirham muffin- like toothless
babies- trying to gain some slight energy for the coming teaching hours.
They were sipping the magic drink in an awkward silence. Only the voices
of the dried lips which can hardly touch the brims of the tea glasses, but
the tea scum would stop the shivering action, declaring the end of a
prestigious moment.
The air in the room was quite melancholic. Teachers were wearing white
blazers –almost like pallbearers-with clouds of chalk patches, holding old
frazzled satchels that come in black and brown colors with faded shades.
The whole scene gave one the impression of a mourning assembly. Words
were scarce; teachers only exchanged exhausted looks, frowns, hand
waving….body language!
The room is a non-smoking area. There is, however, an open air place
reserved to smokers outside. Inside, few teachers would dare chat and talk
about the ebbs and flows of this warrior-like job, teaching. They try to
minimize efforts and save energy for the coming barking hours. In return,
they get only insults, ridiculed, called names and nicknames at the end of
the day. They are trying hard to say something to the young men and
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women of this nation, mold their future and usher them into a brighter life.
Teach them or preach it‟s all the same, though; chalk and talk approaches
control the creative hands and minds of these metamorphosed body
creatures we dare call teachers!
Their faces are wearing the fixity of thoughtful men; unmerciful time
has chiseled octogenarian faces on their tiny figures. One would see them
blind, bald or grey haired. They wear shabby clothes that lack the
brightness and glamour called for in new businesses nowadays, mostly
khaki or black coats, black pants and plaid shirts, polished shoes, and black
Casio watches .Their voices are getting coarse after many years of talking
with no rewards and no retreats, only plans and schemes, hopes and
promises that one day our wretched situation will change; one day we‟ll
have white boards that would enlighten our dark teaching history, one day
we‟ll have fifteen well mannered students with single seats. One day we
will have offices where students contact us when they need help. One day
we‟ll have high salaries and low debts, enough money to be able to change
our rusty bicycles into motorcycles, clunkers into cars, to be able to move
from shacks to houses, from the suburb to the city, from darkness to light.
One day we will be able to break the unmerciful unknowledgeable fingers
which point at us, mouths weaving jokes about our daily practices, and
brains belittling us to things and to victims while we are supposed to be the
elites of this ill society.
We are agents of change or would I say prophets -our early historical
label. Norway! We are turned out to be a “piece of drifting wood”, to quote
Ernest J .Gaines. We live unseen; die unseen, and unheard as well. While
we are supposed to be the real town celebrities, the one thousand dollar
faces, brave hearts, men and women…It‟s a pity that we are becoming so
little in everybody‟s eyes, as if the earth is turning upside down and our
mission is nothing sublime, but to show off our knowledge pride then
disappear in darkness of years, decades and months.
The old school bell rang again at 4:05 P.M then I had to go embrace
my opaque destiny, wear my six pairs of hands and three pair of eyes, and
open the doors of my predicament trying to lock doors of the students‟ jail,
mental, physical or emotional. The graffiti on the wall in front of me added
insults to injury and summed the whole scene up: KILL YOU, TEACHER!
Elkhdar ABDELMOULA SLCE Master (2011-2012)
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Pen Circle Prize Winners
A State of Loss
Illusion scattered my youthful thoughts.
Deception fixed the lurking pain within my weak ribs,
Armageddon of dignity over love,
Which to let go and which to take,
It ached my brain as well as all that remain.
Gloom imposed itself, weakened me,
Darkened my beautiful day, blackened the sky.
So dreary was the night you left
My calls to stay didn‟t make you delay
Because of you I lost my peace of mind,
Surely I won‟t gain it, no way!
a sea of ink is what I need
to put my scrambled words into order
a divine aid is what may gather my pathless imagination.
Was it all a dream destiny didn‟t make it come true?
Or just a scene you were supposed to play so well!
My wounded soul is silently screaming,
The echo spreads through the world,
Pierce the skies to swim into infinity
It will never fade away till I turn into ashes.
Jaouad MARKONI
Semester 5 (2011-2012)
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Pen Circle Prize Winners
Tahnanait, a Rural Woman Who Is Always Sixty
High in the Atlas Mountains lives an old Amazigh lady who
never knows the true meaning of despondency and depression in spite
of her abject poverty and solitary existence. Her real name is Hadda,
but people call her Tahnanait. Whatever this word means in
Tamazight, whether it is illustrated in the dictionary or not and
regardless of its positive or negative meaning, this old woman‟s solid
personality and unshakable chastity are what really count for me (…)
It was so chilly that afternoon, I still remember. I was in a hurry to get
a box of sugar and a packet of tea which my mother badly needed for
our dinner. It was winter then. There were dark clouds in the sky.
Certainly, it was going to rain soon. Aunt Tahnanait was aware of
that. She walked on with tireless energy like a well-trained athlete. I
followed her; for my house stood alone on a little hill far beyond the
old woman‟s humble abode. I had to shake a leg to catch up with her.
Though I was just a boy and as sound as a bell, I couldn‟t keep pace
with her. She walked past olive trees, past Mohmmad ou Aadi‟s
house, past AIT Chaaou (my uncles)… with all her might. I felt a drop
of rain on my head; it began to rain. I was doing my best to catch up
with her but couldn‟t as she was incredibly fast. It was raining heavily
now. I was so scared of the rain, so scared of the ghosts and phantoms
which I would often hear in my grandmother‟s Amazigh tales and
anecdotes. The bare trees and stones, two hundred meters away, were
black and looked like some unearthly creatures. Overwhelmed by rain,
fear and cold I gave in. I had to call out to the strong old lady. “Wa
khalli Tahnanait! Wa khalli Tahnanait!‟‟, I repeated. „‟Naam
Ayarbanw awa naam!‟‟, she responded. (Yes, my dear child! Yes, my
dear!) I didn‟t have to call her several times as she had very good ears
though she had never resorted to any drops or similar medicine
whenever she had an earache or any other pain, either physical or
psychological as I would discover later. “Irbbi ql zari dinagh hat
taghi tassa‟‟(please wait for me there. I am scared), was my request.
… / …
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“Wakha. Srba. Hat iqnd ssihl. Ila ousmid. Aanigh tignout ayya win
ddouri. Ghir ayg Rbbi sslamt‟‟ (Ok. Hurry up! I am here waiting for
you. It‟s so cold and rainy. It is so black, so dark in the west. More
rain was to come. Perhaps it was torrential rain). Her reply gave me
more power and energy to run as fast as I could. Because of that
effort up that precipitous slope, beads of perspiration were running
down my boyish cheeks but I didn‟t care as long as Khalli Tahnanait
was there waiting for me. I said, “Hello‟‟ and shyly kissed the old
woman‟s hand. My father used to say: “ssodounat afous iwanna kn
yougrn‟‟(when you greet the elderly kiss their hands). All Amazigh
children are brought up this way to show full respect to those who
are older than them. “Yiws nmi at tgit‟‟ (who is your father?) she
asked “Yiws n Moha ou Aaddi ‟‟ (He is Moha ou Aaddi) . She
inquired further about his health, especially his joints and muscles
as he suffered from a sort of chronic arthritis. She also asked about
my mother and how she was doing with the housework chores.
For my part, I asked how she was and then we resumed our walk
uphill. “Aflla s Rebbi Aflla,‟‟ (going upwards; still going upwards),
she muttered as we got near her hut. I would like to provide some
comment even if her words were not meant for me, but I was
interrupted by a deafening rumble of thunder on the horizon.
Another crash came then another accompanied by lightening in the
east. I was startled by the horrible sound which made me jump in
my place. I couldn‟t control myself, especially as a strong wind
began to blow and more rain began to fall. As for the old woman
she was continuously walking with a sense of total indifference to
this awful weather. “Don‟t worry my boy!‟‟, she said trying to
reassure me. “ Here is my house. Come and take shelter‟‟, she
added. „‟I won‟t let you go until it stops raining‟‟. Although the sun
was setting, I didn‟t turn down her offer as it was still raining
heavily, heavier than before. Tahnanait warmly invited me into her
one-room house. She impatiently took the packet of Casa (the
cheapest home-made brand) out of her bosom and lit one; even if I
was there, she couldn‟t help it. She told me that she hadn‟t smoked
for three days as she was short of money. Three days is such a long
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period for an addict. She then hid the packet in a hole where a
window should have been.
Now that she had regained her concentration, she went to the fire
place and lit a fire. We indulged in the wavy flames. As I stretched
out my hands over them to get some warmth making sure I was
close enough to the pit for my wet shirt to dry, Khalli Hadda was
busy washing a little rusty pot to make tea. In a few minutes, her tea
was ready; she filled two cups: one for me and one for her and lit
another cigarette. She enjoyed puffing as she took a sip of her
favorite drink. She snatched a drag and then stood up so quickly as
if she had just remembered something important. She cast a look at
the ceiling followed by another at the front part of the room to the
left. There in a dark corner stood a ewe and her baby with some
grass and straw in front of them. “I always make sure the ewe has
enough to eat or the baby would die from hunger‟‟, she said. But I
was not sure she was speaking to me. She pressed the baby sheep so
tightly to her bosom as if it were her only little child and whispered
a few words in its ear. Then she carefully placed it near her mother
to ensure its comfort and happiness. When she went back to her
place near the fire pit, I expected her to talk about the sheep but she
didn‟t.
She suddenly ceased to drink the tea. I could easily infer from the
look on her face that she wasn‟t there anymore; she was absent-
minded; she was lost in some reverie. I didn‟t have the intention to
disturb her peaceful thinking. So, I kept absolutely silent trying to
keep my feet still and my head well-fixed between my shoulders; I
knew I had to avoid the slightest movement of any part of my body
so that the old lady could indulge in her deep reveries. She
undoubtedly had already set out for some long inward journey; a
journey back in time which served as a kind of mental exercising to
allay her stress, her downright solitude , isolation and deprivation in
that seemingly dreary world of her. (…)
Mohamed HANDOUR
SLCE Master (2011-2012)
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Pen Circle Prize Winners
Sorry, My Cigarette!
When voices are heard on the green
And laughing are heard on the hill
My heart is at rest in my chest
And everything else is still
Listen to me when I say
If there‟s no more love to give
Don‟t look back when you leave
I may forget and love again
I may stand and ease my pain
There no more tears in my eye
I‟ve already managed to kiss them all away
I learnt how I should heal my heart
When we were apart
Don‟t look back; I won‟t kneel at your feet
Asking you to stay
Or seeking for another way back to your heart
Sorry my cigarette
I couldn‟t taste the benefit of kissing you
Sorry my cigarette
I am no longer in love with you
I want to change my habit
Because I like to ride
When all the world goes to bed
To the top of the hill, where the sky grows wide
And where the sun grows red.
Jaafar NABAOUI
Semester 5 (2011-2012)
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English Department Activities
Report on the International Conference
“Occidentalism vs. Orientalism” (Beni Mellal, 17-18 April 2012)
The Research Laboratory on Culture and Communication (RLCC)
organized an International Conference on “Occidentalism vs.
Orientalism” on 17-18 April 2012 at the Faculty of Letters and
Humanities, Beni Mellal. The panelists, who came from six foreign
countries (Austria, England, France, Japan, Poland, and Turkey) and six
national universities (Agadir, Casablanca (Ain Chok), El-Jadida, Fez,
Mohammadia, and Beni Mellal) approached the issues of the Conference
from different perspectives. After the theoretical session, which
approached critically the concept of Occidentalism and its relation to (or
disconnection from) Orientalist, Postcolonial, Exoticizing,
Westernizing, or other discourses, the other sessions tackled the concept
of Occidentalism and how it is applied and manifested in the different
contexts of language, literature, media, art, travel writing, tourism, etc.
The presentations triggered heated debates and elicited pertinent
questions and comments from the audience.
Members of the Research Laboratory on Culture and Communication
contributed to this important event with the following papers:
Cherki Karkaba: “The Conquest of the West in Tayeb Salih‟s A Season
of Migration to the North.”
Moulay Lmustapha Mamaoui: “Western Culture and Moroccan
Society.”
Khalid Chaouch: “Claiming Estevanico de Azamor in the Labyrinth of
Oriental/Western Identities.”
This International Conference was a real success, and a selection of the
presented papers will be considered for publication in the next issue of
Middle Ground, Journal of the Research Laboratory on Culture and
Communication.
As usual, the awarding ceremony of Pen Circle Prize of Mellali
Writers in English, took place at the Closing Session of this
International Conference.
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Pen Circle Prize Winners
Doubt
Early
Reality
Lost Dreams
Hopes confused
Three little words
Out too early
Frozen limbs, heart-beating
Unknown disease reappeared
Words disunited
As this life
Dead crushed
On gravel
I'm a bird
Flying too high
Omnia REGRAGUI
Semester 03 (2011-2012)
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Pen Circle Prize Winners
Here Again
Here again, surrounded by time
I cannot die, I cannot stay
Alone, with none
To be with,
It has something to do with you
Look to the pen, maybe I can stay
Write, delete…
But cannot die, cannot stay
Here again with none
Trying, maybe I can die
Here I am bleeding from my heart
Watching people walking
Feeling every season
Winter, spring, summer and autumn
And unable to cry the spring
Here again timeless
Because I cannot die
And I don‟t know
How I‟ll be able to stay.
Hicham OUAARABI
Semester 01 (2011-2012)
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Pungent Quotations In this column, we present a selection of quotations by prominent figures of art,
literature, politics, history, philosophy, science, etc. Any suggestion or contribution
is cordially welcome.
They said about… the RICH !!!
“Few rich men own their own property. Their property owns them.”
R. G. Ingersoll (1833-1899),
Address to the McKinley League.
“His best companions, innocence and health;
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.”
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774),
The Deserted Village, 59.
“A rich man‟s joke is always funny.”
T. E. Brown (1830-1897),
The Doctor.
“Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.”
Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774),
The Traveler.
“If you can actually count your money, then you are not a really rich
man.”
Jean Paul Getty (1892-1976)
“Rich men amenable to use are hard to find and often very
intractable when found.”
H. G. Wells (1866-1946)
The Autocracy of Mr. Parham.
“If all the rich men in the world divided up their money amongst
themselves, there wouldn‟t be enough to go round.”
Christina Stead (1902-1983)
House of All Nations. References: - Cohen, J. M. and M. J. Cohen, The Penguin Dictionary of Modern
Quotations. Harmondsworth, Middlesex: Penguin Books Ltd., 1980.
- Cohen, J. M. and M. J. Cohen, The Penguin Dictionary of Quotations.
Harmondsworth, Middlesex: Penguin Books Ltd., 1983.
Selected by Khalid Chaouch.
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Proverbs of the Moment
Counsel and Advice
Good counsel has no price.
Good counsel never comes too late.
Counsel is irksome when the matter is past remedy.
When a thing is done, advice comes too late.
He that will not be counselled cannot be helped.
Too much consulting confounds.
Like counsellor, like counsel.
Night is the mother of counsel.
The best advice is found on the pillow.
If the counsel be good, no matter who gave it.
Advice whispered is worthless.
It is hard to follow good advice as to give it.
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My Enigmatic Pen Circles .
N° 30 .
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
Find the appropriate words to fill the vertical square
diagrams (1–10) so as to find out the letters needed to fill the
horizontal line made up of 12 circles. The 2 resulting words
are the name of a Russian playwright.
1- Device for reducing the speed
of a car
2- One 100th
part of a dollar (pl.)
3- Not before
4- Small stream
5- Thirty-one days
6- A pair of short stockings
7- Think of with hatred and
disgust; detest
8- Gas or vapour into which
boiling water changes
9- Who makes things!
10- Of ashes; pale; ash-coloured
11- Liquid that runs in our
veins
12- At no time; on no occasion
Clues to My Enigmatic Pen Circles .
N° 29 .
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
A S R S S O G S O G
S H O H O T R O T R
E O A R E E V E E V
S T N K R R E R R E
H O I M A H B B H A
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. 20 Clues, N° 30 . Looking for Clues among DESERT Terms!
The 20 clues below are hidden in the terms at the end of each line. To find them, cross off some of the letters in each term (from left to right.) Example: - Social rank … CATASTROPHE (The clue is „CASTE‟. It is obtained by crossing off the letters „TA‟ and „ROPH‟ in „CATASTROPHE‟) 1. International Organization……………………….. DUNES 2. Conjunction connecting words, etc.………………… SAND 3. Feeling of violent anger ……….…….…………. MIRAGE 4. Having an ash-colored face ………………… PALMTREE 5. Pronoun ……………………………….……………… PIT 6. To strike ..…………………………………………. THIRST 7. Past form of an irregular verb ………………………DATES 8. A University degree…………………………… COBRAS 9. An egoist pronoun ..…………………...…………. CAMELS 10. Loud unpleasant sound …………...…………. BEDOUIN 11. Adverb used in comparisons ……...……………… OASIS 12. Military action ……………………...………... WATER 13. Name of a winter constellation ……………… HORIZON 14. Payment for the use of land or a building……. SERPENT 15. 1000 kg ……………………………………...… PYTHON 16. Company ………………………………...…… SIROCCO 17. Make an opening or a slice with a knife………… SCOUT 18. We shall .………………………….…………… WELLS 19. Policeman …………..………..………… … SCORPION 20. Bull or cow …………………………..……………… FOX 20 Clues to n° 29: 1. but 2. bad 3. pen 4. rites 5. rector 6. bard 7. ex-
8. can 9. Stop! 10. rice 11. CAIR 12. mute 13. ads. 14. I‟d 15. base
16. ape 17. step 18. ebook 19. see 20. MP.
Clues to ‘CROSSWORDS’ N° 29
A B C D E F G H I J K L 1 N A P E B O O K A R
2 O D E T F A M I L Y
3 M O O R F C I A
4 A P A L E P P O D
5 N I L E A R M N S
6 S E I N E S C
7 L A S V E G A S A D
8 A R I U S O F F
9 N E V A D A F R E E
10 D N A I G N I T E X
11 A L O N E O E I
12 S E E S O U N D T
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CROSSWORDS (N° 30)
1- Scholar specialized in the past. 2- People of this
Continent. 3- Flowing out of the tide – Powerful explosive. 4-
Allow someone to do, or allow something to happen – Find it in
„err‟. 5- Country that was known as „The Realm of the Evening
Star‟ – Place to sleep on. 6- Very grateful to someone – An egoist
pronoun. 7- Russian affirmative answer – French conditional –
Smell (n.) (American spelling). 8- Suffix meaning „without
something‟ – Tenth month of the year 9- The remains of fire –
Date-giving tree – Extra-terrestrial. 10- Way out of a public
building. 11- A Martial art – The most beautiful and most useful
satellite around the earth.
A- To behold – Musical note – A musical note in the Sol-fa
system – Small brown songbird. B- Persons having golden or
pale-coloured. C- Shopkeeper who sells articles for sewing. D-
Conditional conjunction– Find it in „AXA‟. E- „~ Lanka‟ (South-
East Asian country) – American news agency – Large deep hole
in the ground. F- Information Technologies (reversed) – To make
something start working G- October – Old English language. H-
Position that somebody has in the army, the navy, or in society –
Death, destruction, or any terrible event. I- Global (abbr.) – The
district that hosts the federal capital of the USA – To make. J-
Adverb used in comparisons – Far away. K- Opposite of chaos –
An ordinal number.
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