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Can someone translate some Italian for me? ?
This is from a footnote in an essay that I am reading by Hayden White. In the footnote, he quotes Benedetto Croce, but does not provide a translation. Hayden White suggests that Croce views narration of events in history (storytelling) as entirely separate from the analysis of events in history, but I suspect that Hayden may have mischaracterized Croce’s views. I have already tried online translators like babelfish, and I cannot comprehend their translations. Here is the quote:
La storia ridotta sotto il concetto generale dell’arte (this is the title of Croce’s work)
“Prima condizione per avere storia vera (e insieme opera d’arte) è che sia possibile costruire una narrazione…Ma si può, in conclusione, negare che tutto il lavoro di preparazione tenda a produrre narrazioni di cio ch’è accaduto?”
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please help me. atleast with one?
CAPITALIZE the prepositional phrases and tell which words they modify and tell whether the phrase is used as an adjective or an adverb
The huge museum has exhibits concerning human history and culture and also shows natural-looking displays of animals, called dioramas.
Along with these exhibits, the museum houses the Hayden Planetarium, which features shows about the heaves.
The city’s other museums, which are also fascinating, attract visitors who are interesting in specific topics.
New York is also home of the Museum of Broadcasting, which is filled with old films and radio broadcasts.
One of the newest museums, Ellis Island immigration Museum, opened in 1990, displaying many artifacts that had been owned by immigrants who entered this country through Ellis Island.
please help me! even if its with just one?
CAPITALIZE the prepositional phrases and tell which words they modify and tell whether the phrase is used as an adjective or an adverb
The huge museum has exhibits concerning human history and culture and also shows natural-looking displays of animals, called dioramas.
Along with these exhibits, the museum houses the Hayden Planetarium, which features shows about the heaves.
The city’s other museums, which are also fascinating, attract visitors who are interesting in specific topics.
New York is also home of the Museum of Broadcasting, which is filled with old films and radio broadcasts.
One of the newest museums, Ellis Island immigration Museum, opened in 1990, displaying many artifacts that had been owned by immigrants who entered this country through Ellis Island.
trackin with veretek
2 questions.outfit and a good screen name?
I don`t know what outfit to wear tomorrow.My options are:
grey kaprees with a white and pink shirt.
a lime green and light blue shirt and a pair of kakie kaprees.
A blue and brown shirt and brown shorts.
Also,I need a good dcrean name for msn,I like these,which one do you like?
Candy_gurl
Miss Thang
Hayden_luver
tama_chick
super_star
On the outfit thing,some words may be misspelled.I`m not the best speller.Thanks to all good answers!xoxo
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ONE CHILD- TOREY HAYDEN?
so i’ve been reading many reviews and book summaries on one child and they all basically say the same thing.. i need to pick a book for my summative for anthropology and apparently this is a good pick for it.. i was wondering if someone could give me their own description of the book in their own words?.. if not then i think i might just do Suzanne’s Diary for nicholas..
Continued of my OTHER story?
OTHER QUESTION: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AlyCDG1BlN5S7bBydxsd0wfsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20081217180934AA4UhKq
Surprised, she turned around and gasped. “My cell phone!” she shouted, “It fell down there!”
I gasped myself. My text message had never been sent to her then. ‘But look on the bright side, Kegan,’ I told myself, ‘At least it stopped the kiss!’
“I’ll get it; Don’t worry.” the guy smiled at Hayden and jumped into the water. Seconds later, he came out, soaking and wet, and Hayden’s cell phone in his hand.
“Thanks,” Hayden breathed.
“No problem. I’d do anything for you.” the guy flashed her a white-toothed smile.
Shocked, I didn’t move. Slowly, tears began to drip down my cheeks.
ChapterHayden
I sighed proudly. The guy I liked really liked me back! His name was Matt, and he was on the football team. I was really happy right now—also bubbly. Suddenly, I felt someone poke me on the shoulder. I flipped around, thinking it was Matt, but it wasn’t.
I found myself face-to-face with Kegan, my guy friend for already two years.
“Oh—Hey, Kegan.” I smiled.
“Hi…Hay…Hayd…uh…Hayden.” Kegan smiled nervously.
‘Why is he acting so strange?’ I thought to myself, wincing.
“I see…umm…you have, a, uh…boyfriend…?” he asked me.
“Umm—yes.” I replied, starting to stutter, too.
“What’s his…name?” he inquired.
“Matt…He’s a really…nice…guy.” I grinned, just thinking about him.
“Uh—yeah…Whatever…See ya’!” Kegan smiled weakly and waved to me, running off.
“Umm, yeah! See…ya’…” my voice trailed off as I noticed that Kegan was already gone. I sighed and flipped my cell phone open, checking for any late messages. Surely, there were four.
One was from my mom…
Hey, Hayden, dear! Your father and I won’t be home today because we’re going to Amy’s meeting at school! OK? Love you! Kisses, Mom
I have a little sister named Amy. She’s in third grade, and sometimes…she can really blow my top off, especially when she talks about my friends.
“Where’s Blondie?” she calls Torre. I tell her not to call her that, but then again…do you think I would expect her to listen to me?…No.
The next one was from my volleyball coach, telling me I had to attend the game this weekend…
HAYDEN, you are to come to the volleyball game this Saturday at 12 PM, sharp. Be there, or be square. –Coach Kelly Allen
I nodded and scrolled down the page.
The third message was from Peter, my study buddy in my science class, demanding for help on the homework.
HAYDEN I SO NEED HELP ON THE HOMEWRK! NOW! ITZ SO HARD!
I smiled. Things never changed. Little did I know when I scrolled down to the next message, which happened to be from Kegan. I gasped softly.
hayden i have 2 tell u something
He had to tell me something? I’d say! No wonder he’d been acting so strange today! ‘What if his grandmother died?’ I thought worriedly, ‘Oh, that old lady I love, who smells only of apple pie and chocolate-chip cookies…’ How could’ve God done this? This—It was terrible! Why hadn’t Kegan just told me?! I understood! No—I really did! I didn’t love his grandmother just because she made me pies and cakes and all, but because she was…She was like family to me. So, I decided to text back to Kegan. Dear Kegan, I punched the tiny little keys on my phone.
i truly undrstand ur dilemma about ur grandmothr and all and i’ll try 2 help u. i promise. 4evr, hayden
ChapterTorre
“Mom!” I yelled when I came home. “Mom!” I tried again.
“Mom?” I whispered quietly when I realized that my words were like water seeping through a leaf with holes in it, bitten by worms.
I looked around the house, and about half an hour later, I found out that my mom wasn’t home.
“MOM!!!” I screamed, storming around, angry. How could’ve Mom done this? I thought Mom would be the very last person on Earth to do this to me! She cared too much about me to do this! But then again…I could have never known. Mom had abandoned me—For life. Now, I’d have to struggle to survive myself without my mother—
The door opened. Was it Mom? Or was it some stalker? Questions flooded through my head, unanswered, but I managed to glimpse at who was behind the door.
It was a man. An ugly man with an shabbily shaved beard and a knit woolen hat. He was darn ugly! I scrunched up my nose and puked, just looking at him. Now, normally, it just makes me happy to see a clean and suitable-looking person, but I get sorta’, you know…upset when I see people who don’t look like they look after themselves very carefully.
The man wriggled the key out of the door and gave me a warm smile. Returning the greeting, I ran up to him, ready to give him a nice and big, fat, juicy punch on the face—but he caught my hand in midair.
“Whoa, there! You wrestle?” He grinned at me, “You sure are good for a girl! I’d love to fight you any time, but…” He laughed, and my…mom…stepped in from the outside.
“What were you thinking, Torre?!” sh
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