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# Theodora Holding Corp. v. Henderson

* Court Documents
* Opinion of the Court
Court of Chancery of Delaware, New Castle
257 A.2d 398
THEODORA HOLDING CORPORATION, Plaintiff, v. Glrard B. HENDERSON, Bengt Ljunggren and Alexander Dawson, Inc., Defendants
Richard F. Corroon, of Potter, Anderson & Corroon, Wilmington, and Milton Kunen of Kaye, Scholer, Fierman, Hays & Handler, New York, New York, for plaintiff.
Robert H. Richards, Jr., of Richards, Layton & Finger, Wilmington, and John R. Hupper, of Cravath, Swaine & Moore, New York, New York, for defendant Girard B. Henderson.
W. Laird Stabler, Jr., Wilmington, for defendant Alexander Dawson, Inc.
Marvel, Vice Chancellor.
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# Theo van Doesburg The End of Art

One can not renew Art. « Art » is an invention of the Renaissance which has today refined itself to the utmost degree possible. An enormous concentration was needed to make good works of Art. One could only develop this concentration by neglecting life (as in religion) or to lose life entirely. That is today impossible for we are only interested in life. The whole life of today is in contradiction to the religious and aesthetic concentration of the past. It is quite out of fashion to devote ourselves only to one thing. New life is based upon construction, that is to say: the distribution of strain, the neutralisation of pull and pressure. We too distribute our forces upon all of life. That is real progress. This progress negates exclusive concentration. It can only give instantaneous snap-shots of life. That is the first reason why Art is impossible. Second reason: just as scientific progress, for instance, was suppressed in the Middle Ages by religion and its official today through Art. Instead of religion we have Art. Therewith is all of life poisoned. Estheticism has infected and diseased us all. (Yes, us.). One can not touch an article which isn't filthy. If one wants to put a pail upon the ground: immediately the high priest of Art comes to us and says, « that disturbs the harmony of the street ,or the harmony of the city, or landscape ». If one wants to put a typewriter or sewing-machine into the room, then one hears directly from the landlady who insists that one, « take this thing away, it disturbs the harmony of the room » Postcards, stamps, pipe tobacco, tickets, pot de nuit, umbrella, towel, pyjamas, chairs bed covers, handkerchief, lamps, stoves, necktie... everything is Arty. Let us refresh ourselves with things that are not Art: the bathroom, the W. C. the bathtub, te telescope, the bicycle, the auto, the subways, the flatiron. There are many people know how to make such good unartistic things. But they are hindered, and their movements are dictated by the priest of Art. Art, who function nobody knows, hinders the function of life. For the sake of progress we must destroy Art. Because the function of modern life is stronger than art, every attempt to renew Art, (Futurism, Cubism, Expressionism) failed. They are all bankrupt. Let us not waste our time with them. Let us rather create a new life-form which is adequate to the functioning of modern life.
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# Theocritus

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# The World's Famous Orations/Volume 7/To His Generals Before the Battle of Leuthen

II
TO HIS GENERALS BEFORE THE BATTLE OF LEUTHEN
(1757)
It is not unknown to you, gentlemen, what disasters have befallen here while we were busy with the French and Reichs army. Sehweidnitz is gone; Duke of Bevern beaten; Breslau gone, and all our war stores there; a good part of Silesia gone; and in fact my embarrassment would be at the impossible pitch, had not I boundless trust in you and your qualities which have been so often manifested as soldiers and sons of your country. Hardly one among you but has distinguished himself by some nobly memorable action: all these services to the State and to me I know well and will never forget.
I flatter myself, therefore, that, in this case, too, nothing will be wanting which the State has a right to expect of your valor. The hour is at hand. I should think I had done nothing if I left the Austrians in possession of Silesia. Let me apprise you, then: I intend, in spite of the rules of art, to attack Prince Karl's army, which is nearly twice our strength, wherever I find it. ​The question is not of his numbers or the strength of his position; all this by courage, by the skill of our methods, we will try to make good. This step I must risk, or everything is lost. We must beat the enemy, or perish all of us before his batteries. So I read the case; so I will act in it.
Make this, my determination, known to all officers of the army: prepare the men for what work is now to ensue and say that I hold myself entitled to demand exact fulfilment of orders. For you, when I reflect that you are Prussians, can I think that you will act unworthily? But if there should be one or another who dreads to share all dangers with me, he can have his discharge this evening, and shall not suffer the least reproach from me! Hah! I knew it; none of you would desert me. I depend on your help, then, and on victory as sure.
The cavalry regiment that does not on this instant, on orders given, dash full plunge into the enemy, I will, directly after the battle, unhorse and make it a garrison regiment. The infantry battalion which, meet with what it may, shows the least sign of hesitancy, loses its colors and its sabers, and I cut the trimmings from its uniform! Now, good night, gentlemen: shortly we have either beaten the enemy, or we never see one another again.
* ↑ Delivered at Parchnitz on December 8, 1757, after defeating the French at Rossbach in November. The tide in Frederick's fortunes had now turned, and on December 5 rose to a flood in the victory of Leuthen, by which the Austrians were driven from Silesia. "An authentic meeting, this at Parchnitz," says Carlyle, "and the words were taken down."
* ↑ Carlyle says that at this point Frederick gave "an interrogative look and paused for an answer," which came" as a modest, strong, bass murmur, meaning, 'no, by the Eternal!'"
* ↑ Spoken, says Carlyle, "with his most radiant smile."
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# The World's Famous Orations/Volume 7/To the Army in Italy

NAPOLEON
I
TO THE ARMY IN ITALY
(1796)
Born in 1769, died in 1821; served in Corsica and at Toulon in 1793; went to Italy in 1794; to Egypt in 1798; executed coup d'état of Brumaire in 1799, won the Battle of Marengo in 1800; made Consul for life in 1803; Emperor in 1804: won the Battle of Austerlitz in 1805, Jena and Friedland in 1807; fled from Moscow in 1812; lost the Battle of Leipsic in 1813; abdicated April 11, 1814; escaped from Elba in February, 1815; defeated at Waterloo in June, 1815; exiled to St. Helena in October of the same year.
Soldiers, you have, in fifteen days, gained six victories, taken twenty-one stand of colors, fifty pieces of cannon, several fortified places, made fifteen hundred prisoners, and killed or woundedover ten thousand men. You are the equals of the conquerors of Holland and of the Rhine.
Destitute of everything, you have supplied yourselves with everything. You have won battles without cannon, crossed rivers without bridges, made forced marches without shoes, bivouacked without spirituous liquor, and often ​without bread. The Republican phalanxes—the soldiers of liberty, were alone capable of enduring what you have suffered.
Thanks to you, soldiers! your country has a right to expect of you great things. You have still battles to fight, cities to take, rivers to pass. Is there one among you whose courage flags? One who would prefer returning to the sterile summits of the Apennines and the Alps, to undergo patiently the insults of that slavish soldiery? No, there is not one such among the victors of Montenotte, of Millesimo, of Diego, and of Mondovi!
Friends, I promise you that glorious conquest: but be the liberators of peoples, be not their scourges!
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# The World's Famous Orations/Volume 7/To His Generals Before Invading Silesia

FREDERICK THE GREAT
I
TO HIS GENERALS BEFORE INVADING SILESIA
(1740)
Born in 1712, died in 1786; became King of Prussia and invaded Silesia in 1740; defeated the Austrians in 1741, 1742 and 1745; invaded Saxony, beginning the Seven Years' War in 1756; defeated the Austrians in 1756; invaded Bohemia in 1757; defeated the Austrians at Prague, but himself defeated at Kolin and driven out of Bohemia in 1757; in the same year defeated the French at Rossbach and the Austrians at Leuthen; defeated the Russians at Zorndorf in 1758, but himself defeated at Kunersdorf in 1759, his fortunes being now reduced to their lowest ebb; finally, through changes in foreign relations, he, in 1763, concluded a treaty with Austria which secured what he formerly had gained and then had lost, and in 1772 he joined in the partition of Poland.
Gentlemen, I am undertaking a war in which I have no allies but your valor and your good will. My cause is just; my resources are what we ourselves can do; and the issue lies in fortune. Remember continually the glory which your ​ancestors acquired in the plain of Warsaw, at Fehrbellin and in the expedition to Preussen. Your lot is in your own hands: distinctions and rewards await upon your fine actions which shall merit them.
But what need have I to excite you to glory? It is the one thing you keep before your eyes; the sole object worthy of your labor. We are going to front troops, who, under Prince Eugene, had the highest reputation. Tho Prince Eugene is gone, we shall have to measure our strength against brave soldiers; the greater will be the honor if we can conquer. Adieu. Go forth. I will follow you straightway to the rendezvous of glory which awaits you.
* ↑ Delivered on December 11, 1740, the year in which he became king, and only a day or two before he marched into Silesia. "The king assembled his chief generals," says Carlyle, "all things ready out in the Frankfort-Crossen region yonder." Reprinted from Carlyle's "Frederick the Great," by permission of Chapman & Hall, the English publishers.
* ↑ This famous Austrian general, who shares with Marlborough the glory of Blenheim and Malplaquet, had died in 1736.
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# The World's Famous Orations/Volume 7/To the Army of Italy Again

II
TO THE ARMY OF ITALY AGAIN
(1796)
Soldiers! You have precipitated yourselves like a torrent from the Apennines. You have overwhelmed or swept before you all that opposed your march. Piedmont, delivered from Austrian oppression, has returned to her natural sentiments of peace and friendship toward France. Milan is yours, and over all Lombardy floats the flag of the Republic.
​To your generosity only do the Dukes of Parma and of Modĕna now owe their political existence. The army which proudly threatened you finds no remaining barrier of defense against your courage. The Po, the Tessino, the Adda, could not stop you a single day. Those vaunted ramparts of Italy proved insufficient; you traversed them as rapidly as you did the Apennines. Successes so numerous and brilliant have carried joy to the heart of your country! Your representatives have decreed a festival, to be celebrated in all the communes of the Republic, in honor of your victories. There will your fathers, mothers, wives, sisters, all who hold you dear, rejoice over your triumphs, and boast that you belong to them.
Yes, soldiers, you have done much; but much still remains for you to do. Shall it be said of us that we knew how to conquer, but not to profit by victory? Shall posterity reproach us with having found a Capǔa in Lombardy? Nay, fellow soldiers! I see you already eager to cry "To arms!" Inaction fatigues you! and days lost to glory are to you days lost to happiness.
Let us, then, begone! We have yet many forced marches to make, enemies to vanquish, laurels to gather, and injuries to avenge! Let those who have sharpened the poniards of civil war in France, who have pusillanimously assassinated our ministers, who have burned our vessels at Toulon—let them now tremble! The hour of vengeance has knolled!
​But let not the people be disquieted. We are the friends of every people: and more especially of the descendants of the Brutuses, the Scipios, and other great men to whom we look as bright exemplars. To reestablish the Capitol; to place there with honor the statues of the heroes who made it memorable; to rouse the Roman people, unnerved by many centuries of oppression—such will be some of the fruits of our victories. They will constitute an epoch for posterity.
To you, soldiers, will belong the immortal honor of redeeming the fairest portion of Europe. The French people, free and respected by the whole world, shall give to Europe a glorious peace, which shall indemnify it for all the sacrifices which it has borne the last six years. Then, by your own firesides you shall repose; and your fellow citizens, when they point out any one of you, shall say: "He belonged to the army of Italy!"
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# The World's Famous Orations/Volume 7/To His Soldiers at Fontainebleau

VI
TO HIS SOLDIERS AT FONTAINEBLEAU
(1814)
Soldiers, I bid you farewell. For twenty years that we have been together your conduct has left me nothing to desire. I have always found you On the road to glory. All the powers of Europe have combined in arms against me.
A few of my generals have proved untrue to their duty and to France. France herself has ​desired other destinies; with you and the brave men who still are faithful, I might have carried on a civil war; but France would be unhappy. Be faithful, then, to your new king, be obedient to your new commanders, and desert not our beloved country.
Do not lament my lot; I will be happy when I know that you are so. I might have died; if I consent to live, it is still to promote your glory. I will write the great things that we have achieved.
I can not embrace you all, but I embrace your general. Come, General Petit, that I may press you to my heart! Bring me the eagle, that I may embrace it also! Ah! dear eagle, may this kiss which I give thee find an echo to the latest posterity! Adieu, my children; the best wishes of my heart shall be always with you: do not forget me!
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# The folk-tales of the Magyars/Luck and Bliss

LUCK AND BLISS.
On another occasion they came to the same town and found the man still selling brooms. Bliss bought them all, and gave him ten times their market value. They came a third time to the town, and the man was still selling brooms, whereupon Luck said, "Let me try now, for, see, you have bought them all twice, and in vain, for the man is a poor broom-seller still;" so Luck bought them, but she did not give a penny more than the market price. They came to the town a fourth time and saw the man who had sold brooms leading wheat into town in a wagon with iron hoops on the wheels and drawn by four fine bullocks. When they saw this Luck said to Bliss, "Do you see that man who used to sell brooms? You bought them all twice for a very high price. I bought them but once, and ​that for the market value, and the consequence of my having done so is that he no longer sells brooms, as he used to do, but wheat, and it appears he must have got on well with his farm too."
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/The House Desolate

​The House Desolate
By Rosamund Marriott Watson
So still the old house lies, so dull, so grey, The dews of dawn forget to hallow it; Here come no sweet birds singing, night or day, From these bare eaves no building swallows flit.
Sunk in dim dreams it lies as in a swoon— Dreams of a distant city hid from sight, The enchanted city of the sun and moon, The golden market of the world's delight.
Pale as the dead are they that dwell herein, Worn with vain strife and wrung with vain regret; Theirs but to watch the world go by to win That glimmering goal their hearts remember yet.
They lean among the lilacs by the door, To watch the winding road with wistful eyes, The long, white, dusty way that nevermore Shall bear them hope or wonder or surprise.
Sometimes they call, but answer comes there none; Sometimes they beckon—none will turn aside. The long procession glitters in the sun; With echoing tramp the motley pilgrims ride.
Some in the twilight chambers, wide and low, Around a cold hearth gather, murmuring Vague, half—remembered tales of long ago, Songs, half forgot, of Travel and the Spring.
Wan faces peer from the uncurtained pane, Across the weedy garden, fain to see, The wayfarers that pass in sun or rain, The blue, far-shining stream that threads the lea.
***** Here falls no word from any passer—by, None lifts the latch of this forgotten gate; Only faint winds about the lintel sigh "Your house is left unto you desolate."
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/The Bride

The Bride
By Frank Bramley, A.R.A.
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/The Poet's Picture

​The Poet’s Picture
By Olive Custance
The pent-up passion of her soul Deepens the pallor of her face, Against her throbbing heart the whole Wide sorrow of the world finds place, And deep compassion and love’s grace.
The forehead 'neath the cloudy hair Is like a child’s—so pure and white— Sweet words have curved the rose-lips fair— And in the wistful eyes a flight Of fluctuant dreams pass, day and night.
Frail girl in whom God’s glories meet, Why was she so divinely made? Surely the angels, when complete Her radiant spirit stood arrayed In such fair flesh, felt half afraid!
The dust of earthly days and years Scarce dims her delicate loveliness— Only the eyelids, tired of tears, Droop low—their flower-like pallidness Bruised faintly by pain's bitterness.
Only her hands, like ivory, Are stained a little by the sun, And roughed with constant use—for she Is careless of their beauty won From dawn of life so easily.
Alas! that her slim feet should tread The world's uneven stony ways! That she should know dull cares and dread— Long lonely nights and sordid days, Being so fashioned for love's praise.
Lest she should sin or faint from fear, Let one swift angel heed my prayer, And straight descending to this sphere Spread wide wings o'er her everywhere,— Lest she should fall—who is so dear!
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Passion

​Passion
By Richard Garnett, LL.D., C.B.
This flame of Passion that so high in air, By spice and balsam of the spirit fed, With fire and fume vast Heaven hath overspread, And blots the stars with smoke, or dims with glare: Soon shall it droop, and radiance pure and fair Again from azure altitudes be shed; And we the murky grime and embers red Shall sift, if haply dust of Love be there. Gather his ashes from the torrid mould, And, quenched with drops of Bacchic revelry, Yield to the Stygian powers to have and hold: And urn Etrurian let his coffin be; For this was made to store the dead and cold, And is a thing of much fragility.
# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Solitude

Solitude
By John Crooke
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# The Yellow Book/Volume 7/Seascape

Seascape
By Percy R. Craft
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# Three Hundred Æsop's Fables/The Rose and the Amaranth

London: George Routledge and Sons, page 174
THE ROSE AND THE AMARANTH.
An Amaranth planted in a garden near a Rose-tree thus addressed it: "What a lovely flower is the Rose, a favourite alike with Gods and with men. I envy you your beauty and your perfume." The Rose replied, "I indeed, dear Amaranth, flourish but for a brief season! If no cruel hand pluck me from my stem, yet I must perish by an early doom. But thou art immortal, and dost never fade, but bloomest for ever in renewed youth."
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Kissane, Rev. Edward

​KISSANE, Rev. Edward, L.S.S. Educ. at Listowel and St. Brendan's Sem., Killarney; philosophy and theology at Maynooth; three years' course at Bibical Institute, Rome; visited Egypt and Holy Land for purposes of post-graduate course in Biblical studies; Prof. of S. Scripture at St. Augustine's Sem., Toronto, 1912-7; Prof., of Theology and S. Scripture at Maynooth College from 1917; b. 1886. Res.: St. Patrick's College, Maynooth, Co. Kildare.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Knox, Lieut.-Gen. Sir Charles Edmond

​KNOX, Lieut.-Gen. Sir Charles Edmond, K.C.B. Mil. (1901); served in Bechuanaland Expedition, 1884-5; Commanded Bodmin Regt. Dist., 1895-99; and the 13th Brigade, South African Field Force, 1899-1900; Commanded 4th Divn. Southern Command, 1902-1906 (half-pay); eldest son of late Archbishop Knox of Armagh; b. 1846. Naval and Military Club, London, W.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Knox, Captain Ughtred Arthur Frederic

​KNOX, Captain Ughtred Arthur Frederic, Capt. late Royal Irish Rifles; only son of the Utred Augustus Knox, D.L., J.P., of Mount Falcon, Co. Mayo; b. 1885. Res.: Mount Falcon, Ballina, Co. Mayo.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Knox, Edmund Francis Vesey

​KNOX, Edmund Francis Vesey, M.A. (Oxon., formerly Fellow of All Souls College); Barrister Gray's Inn and Middle Temple, 1889; K.C., 1906; Bencher Gray's Inn, 1906; M.P., W, Cavan, 1890-5; City of Londonderry, 1895-8: eldest son of late Vesey Edmund Knox, of Shimnah, Newcastle, Co. Down; b. 1865; m., 1st, 1891, Annie (d. 1907), only dau. of late Wm. Lloyd, of Llantwit Major, Glam.; 2nd. 1917, Agnes, dau. of Julius Beerbohm and widow of J. R. Nevill. Res.: Shimnah, Newcastle, Co. Down; 25 Carlyle Square, London, S.W.3: Goldsmith Buildings, Temple, London, E.C.4.
# Thom's Irish Who's Who/Knox, Charles Howe Cuff

d. 1921
​KNOX, Charles Howe Cuff, M.A. (Oxon), D.L., J.P.. Co. Mayo (High Sheriff, 1893); Capt. late 8th Hussars; Hon. Col. 3rd Batt. Connaught Bangers, 1885-1922; eldest son of late Col. C. Knox of Creagh, and Lady Louisa C, dau. of 2nd Marquess of Sligo; b. 1840, m. 1869, Henrietta, 2nd dau. of Sir W. Gibson-Craig, 2nd Bart. Res.: Creagh, Ballinrobe, Co. Mayo.