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# Enneads/On the Essence of the Soul (I)

In the Intellectual Kosmos dwells Authentic Essence, with the Intellectual-Principle [Divine Mind] as the noblest of its content, but containing also souls, since every soul in this lower sphere has come thence: that is the world of unembodied spirits while to our world belong those that have entered body and undergone bodily division.
There the Intellectual-Principle is a concentrated all- nothing of it distinguished or divided- and in that kosmos of unity all souls are concentrated also, with no spatial discrimination.
But there is a difference:
The Intellectual-Principle is for ever repugnant to distinction and to partition. Soul, there without distinction and partition, has yet a nature lending itself to divisional existence: its division is secession, entry into body.
In view of this seceding and the ensuing partition we may legitimately speak of it as a partible thing.
But if so, how can it still be described as indivisible?
In that the secession is not of the soul entire; something of it holds its ground, that in it which recoils from separate existence.
The entity, therefore, described as "consisting of the undivided soul and of the soul divided among bodies," contains a soul which is at once above and below, attached to the Supreme and yet reaching down to this sphere, like a radius from a centre.
Thus it is that, entering this realm, it possesses still the vision inherent to that superior phase in virtue of which it unchangingly maintains its integral nature. Even here it is not exclusively the partible soul: it is still the impartible as well: what in it knows partition is parted without partibility; undivided as giving itself to the entire body, a whole to a whole, it is divided as being effective in every part.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Bourbon

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In the 9th edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica, Bourbon may refer to:
* The House of Bourbon in France, Spain, and Italy.
* The island of Bourbon in the Indian Ocean, now known as Réunion.

## See also

* Bourbon-l'Archambault, town, France.
* Bourbon-Vendée, now known as La Roche sur Yon.
* Bourbonne-les-Bains, town, France.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Brahe, Tycho

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TYCHO BRAHE.See Brahe.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Brazil Nuts

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BRAZIL NUTS are the seeds of Bertholletia excelsa (B. nobilis of Miers), a gigantic tree belonging to the natural order Lecythidacece, which grows in the valleys of the Amazons and generally throughout tropical America. The tree attains an average height of 130 feet, having a smooth cylindrical trunk, with a diameter of 14 feet 50 feet from the ground, and branching at a height of about 1 00 feet. The lower portion of the trunk presents a but tressed aspect, owing to the upward extension of the roots in the form of thin prop-like walls surrounding the stem. The fruit of the tree is globular, with a diameter of 5 or G inches, and consists of a thick hard woody shell, within which are closely packed the seeds which constitute the so-called nuts of commerce. The seeds are triangular in form, having a hard woody testa enclosing the " kernel ; " and of these each fruit contains from eighteen to twenty- five. The fruits as they ripen fall from their lofty position, and they are at the proper season annually collected and broken open by the Indians. From Para alone it is esti mated that upwards of two and a half millions of fruits, equal to fifty millions of " nuts/ are exported annually, in addition to the large quantities which leave other Brazilian harbours, and Demerara, Cayenne, etc. Brazil nuts are largely eaten ; they also yield in the proportion of about 9 oz. to each pound of kernels a fine bland fluid oil, highly valued for use in cookery, and used by watchmakers and artists.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Bread

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BREAD. See Baking, vol. iii. p. 250.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Bourbon (2.)

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BOURBON, an island off the east coast of Africa, now known as Réunion. See Réunion.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Bow

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BOW, the weapon of the archer. See Archery, vol. ii. p. 371, and Arms and Armour, p. 553.
# Ensuring a Transparent, Thorough Investigation of COVID-19’s Origin

press release on 15 January, 2021
The United States has repeatedly called for a transparent and thorough investigation into the origin of COVID-19. Understanding the origin of this pandemic is essential for global public health, economic recovery, and international security.
To assist the vital work of the World Health Organization (WHO) investigative team that arrived in China this week, the United States government is today sharing new information concerning the activities inside China’s government laboratories in 2019.
In particular, we urge the WHO to press the government of China to address the following:
Illnesses at the Wuhan Institute of Virology (WIV): The United States government has reason to believe that several researchers inside the WIV became sick in autumn 2019, before the first identified case of the outbreak, with symptoms consistent with both COVID-19 and common seasonal illnesses. This raises questions about the credibility of WIV senior researcher w:Shi Zhengli’s public claim that there was “zero infection” among the WIV’s staff and students of SARS-CoV-2 or SARS-related viruses. WIV Research on “RaTG13” and “gain of function”: Starting in at least 2016, WIV researchers studied RaTG13, the bat coronavirus identified by the WIV in January 2020 as its closest sample to SARS-CoV-2 (96.2% similar). Since the outbreak, the WIV has not been transparent nor consistent about its work with RaTG13 or other similar viruses, including possible “gain of function” experiments to enhance transmissibility or lethality. Secret WIV Links to Military Research: Despite the WIV presenting itself as a civilian institution, the WIV has collaborated on publications and secret projects with China’s military. The WIV has engaged in classified research, including laboratory animal experiments, on behalf of the Chinese military since at least 2017. The COVID-19 pandemic was avoidable. Any responsible country would have invited world health investigators to Wuhan within days of an outbreak. China instead refused offers of help – including from the United States – and punished brave Chinese doctors, scientists, and journalists who tried to alert the world to the dangers of the virus. Beijing continues today to withhold vital information that scientists need to protect the world from this deadly virus, and the next one.
The United States reiterates the importance of unfettered access to virus samples, lab records and personnel, eyewitnesses, and whistleblowers to ensure the credibility of the WHO’s final report. Until the CCP allows a full and thorough accounting of what happened in Wuhan, it is only a matter of time until China births another pandemic and inflicts it on the Chinese people, and the world.
Fact Sheet: Activity at the Wuhan Institute of Virology
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# Entangled

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* "Entangled", a poem by Mathilde Blind
* "Entangled", a poem by Lucy Larcom
# Enterprise Irrigation District v. Farmers Mutual Canal Company

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United States Supreme Court
243 U.S. 157
Enterprise Irrigation District v. Farmers Mutual Canal Company
Argued: January 22 and 23, 1917. --- Decided: March 6, 1917
Messrs. Harry N. Haynes, Thomas M. Morrow, William Morrow, and Harold D. Roberts for plaintiffs in error.
Messrs. Will R. King, Fred A. Wright, and Carl C. Wright for defendants in error.
Mr. Justice Van Devanter delivered the opinion of the court:

## Notes

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# Ephemera (Buck)/Penumbra

PENUMBRA
Was it but a few short hours past, Belovèd, when first thy lips found mine? Now it is day; the sun flames in the sky and I am all alone. Surely, it was long ago I saw thee here.
All our delights so fleeting and so quickly sped! The hours past seem far away among the years of memory . . . Was I too easily conquered, loving thee? Didst thou desire less than I gave—or more?
When the west blushes to receive the sun, a light thou knowest will guide thy steps through the lengthening shadows. Love blooms in the twilight of our dreams, but we may not live and dream forever, thou and I. And love may not always pass the shadowy portals nor dwell beyond the leadened waters of oblivion.
# Ephemera (Buck)/Phaon

PHAON
Must I woo thee, flower of Lesbian youth, fair-skinned and supple, insensible to love, disdainful as a god? Must Sappho sing to thee and play the man, bringing her sweetest lyrics to thy scornful loveliness?
Among these perfumed gardens where the glowing rose and hyacinth breathe out their fragrant souls, among the tinkling fountains and the olive groves, canst thou not find, within thine heart, one spark of love which I can sigh into a flame?
Alas! Thy brow is icy cold, thine hand all unresponsive to my touch. Thine eyes look far away, in pure content of Aphrodite's gift.
Why wilt thou have it so? Perhaps, in days to come, when Sappho's cithern sleeps and Sappho wanders in the twilight land, men will look back to thee and curse thy beauty that it stilled her song . . . Ah! Phaon!
# Ephemera (Buck)/Lost Love

LOST LOVE
So wanton at play thou wert, dishevelled with love; now thou playest with another, singing low the joys I first awoke in thee. Thou wert so gentle and voluptuous; now thou seekest another couch, and mine, still vaguely fragrant of thy limbs, is cold.
Does thy new friend stand, foot-weary, before thy door, sighing of desire? Does he bear thee, as to a shrine, garlands of the brightest roses to languish about thy love? Does he search out for thee the choicest wines to warm the all-desired blossoms of thy lips? . . . Though he protest his love, some day he will leave thee for another . . .
O faithless one, return to me. O child of Aphrodite, do not leave me desolate, lest I . . . forget thee . . . which would be worst of all.
# Ephemera (Buck)/Nocturne (2)

NOCTURNE
Deep with mystery is the night, when the round moon sails high the seas above the earth and subtle spirits of the dark swirl through the narrow ways.
The placid river shines like a polished mirror. All the world is hushed save for the rustle of a bird among the rushes at the water's edge or the distant chanting of priests within the ghostly temples.
Somewhere in the city, a dog howls; where a lamp still casts a flickering glow from a window, a woman's laughter tinkles; from the house tops, the plash of falling water mingles with a low song of gladness . . .
But when the moon sinks toward the west, a warm wind blows from the desert, the leaves of the palms rustle and whisper among themselves, and a long, vague sigh sweeps out to meet the rising sun.
# Ephemera (Buck)/Shadow Gold

SHADOW GOLD
High on the terrace, the hot night close about me, the starry sky pressing down over mine eyes, I lie stretched out upon a couch awaiting forgetfulness which never comes. Crouched on the floor at my feet, a slave girl dreams gently, one slender arm thrown out across the draperies, a cheek pillowed on a hollowed shoulder.
Instead of the sleep for which I long in vain, innumerable visions flit across my memory—gleaming visions of beauty with eyes that gaze at me and hands that beckon . . . I curse them, shadows of joys which never were and, one by one, they fade away.
One vision only never fades as I toss sleepless upon my couch—one vision with golden hair where once my hands strayed undenied . . . alas! . . . With soft, warm lips where once I drank of immortality—one vision with averted head and white limbs fragrant with another love than mine . . .
I stir uneasily and groan. The slave girl awakes with a whimpering sigh and, raising her head, looks at me with drowsy, questioning eyes.
# Ephemera (Buck)/Song

SONG
If I sigh, his eyes fill with tears; if I smile, they darken with longing; and when I touch him, he turns pale and trembles. But in tormenting him, I grievously torment myself. I draw very near. I wait . . .
When I feel his knotted muscles love surges through me and I quiver with desire . . . I give myself utterly and close mine eyes. My head falls back upon his arm. His eager lips unite with mine.
Then mine arms creep softly over his shoulders and, because I love him, I hold him closely and will not let him go.
# Ephemera (Buck)/Nocturne (1)

NOCTURNE
Far away, on an island of the sea, lives a woman in a palace of gold. Chains of gold are about her waist, and upon her arms rings of gold and rubies and stones of beryl. All alone she lives, resting by night upon a couch of purple and by day upon a throne of ivory.
They say no one has ever known the warm desire of her lips nor, with a trembling hand, caressed the pliant splendor of her limbs. Strange tales are whispered—she is very fair . . . But once each month when the world is hushed and the round moon gleams high in the heavens, she stands on the terrace of her dwelling. Alone in the moonlight, like a silvery image, she slips from her veils and loosing her hair from its glittering mesh, lets it float like a deep shadow into the night . . . The warm wind of the south caresses it with a thousand furtive hands and, stealing between the wavering strands, sweeps on, laden with a singular perfume.
Then love starts from its troubled slumber and in the dim temples of Astarté the flowers upon the altars bloom afresh.
# Ephemera (Buck)/Pandemos

PANDEMOS
I love thee, daughter of Kypris, for thou art beautiful and the cool scent of thy flowing hair is ravishing.
But I love also the sister who lives next door to thee, and soft-limbed Chrysis who plays the flute at thy festivals. Their love, like thine, is clear and unafraid.
Thou quiverest like a cithern string beneath my touch. Thy cheeks blush divinely and the farm flower of thy lips writhes in the fire of my kiss. . . .
Yet I will not love thee always, nor thy sister, nor Chrysis who babbles youth and happiness through the doubled reeds. For it is not thee I love; it is thy beauty only as, for an instant, I behold in thee the mystery of all the world.
# Ephemera (Buck)/Pan

PAN
These are the forests of Arcadia . . . Knowest thou why they are so fair, why the wind sighs so gently among the trees, why the leaves are so green, the earth so warm and soft, why the fields are bright with flowers and why, from the reeds beside the brooks, strange whispers come?
Knowest thou, too, why the sun shines down so bright by day and why, at night, the moonlight dreams upon the sleeping world, peopling the deep shadows of the rocks and trees with unknown things?
Listen and I will tell thee . . . A god dwells here.
From far away, echoing over the flowering fields, gliding among the trees, hearest thou those limpid notes clear as the love-song of a bird? Hearest thou those pure, sweet notes blending with earth and sky, voicing the subtle spirit of the woods and fields?
It is the god . . . be still and listen.
# Ephemera (Buck)/On the Agora

ON THE AGORA
—Seest thou that young man in the white linen tunic with a yellow sash? Look at him well.
—I see him. Who is he?
—He is a poet. His verses are very strange. In them one can hear the sighing of the wind, the murmur of waters, the whisperings of the trees . . . They are very strange . . . But that is not all. Some which I have heard are stranger still . . . They say he has seen the nymphs. They say he has slept in the forests among the satyrs; that Pan himself once listened from a leafy bower while he sang . . . And when he plays the syrinx, no one can resist him.
—He is looking this way. How strangely piercing his eyes! . . . He is very beautiful. Let us go speak with him . . .
—I dare not. I dare not.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Salem (New Jersey)

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SALEM, a city of the United States, the county seat of Salem county, New Jersey, on a small stream of the same name, by which it has steam communication with Philadelphia (on the Delaware), 44 miles distant to the north-north-east by rail. While Salem depends mainly on the agricultural prosperity of the surrounding district, it also contains foundries and machine-shops, fruit-canning establishments, glass-ware factories, oil-cloth factories, &c. The population was 3052 in 1850, 4555 in 1870, and 5056 in 1880.
A colony settled on the site of Salem in 1641 was replaced by a Swedish fort, and this passed through the Dutch to the English. One of the Quakers who in 1673 bought Lord Berkeley's half of New Jersey gave the place its present name and restored the settlement, which in 1682 was declared a port of entry. In 1778 the town was plundered by Colonel Manhood.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Saint Anthony

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ANTHONY, Saint, the founder of monasticism, was born at the village of Coma in Egypt 251 A.D. Inheriting a large fortune, he thought it his duty to distribute it among his neighbours and the poor, and to live a rigidly ascetic life. He spent several years in solitude, where according to tradition he was sorely tempted by the devil. Many disciples flocked to his retreat at Fayoom, and built their cells around his, thus forming the earliest monastic community. (See Abbey.) Anthony visited Alexandria when upwards of a hundred years old, and took an important part in the controversy with the Arians, a fact to which we are probably indebted for the record of the life of the saint written by Athanasius. Soon after returning to his cell he died (356 A.D.), his last injunction being that the place of his burial should be kept secret. Seven Latin translations of his letters are extant in the Bibliotheca Patrum. Many miracles were believed to have been wrought by his intervention, among others, the cure of what was called the “sacred fire,” and afterwards "St Anthony’s fire” (Erysipelas). For this reason he is usually represented with a fire by his side, as typical of the inflammatory disease which he was supposed to relieve. The festival of Saint Anthony is observed on the 17th of January, under which date the Acta Sanctorum of the Bollandists contains a Latin translation of Athanasius’s life of the saint, and other documents giving an account of his miracles. The events of his life—in particular his temptation by the devil and his meeting with St Paul—form the subjects of celebrated pictures by Caracci, Guido, Velasquez, and others. For further details of Anthony’s connection with the monastic system, see Monasticism.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Saint Clotilda

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CLOTILDA, Saint (475-5 io), was the daughter of Chilperic, king of Burgundy, and the wife of Clovis, king of the Franks. Her father, mother, and brothers were put to death by Gundebald, her uncle, but Clotilda was spared and educated. Gundebald opposed her marriage with Clovis, but by the aid of the clergy she escaped to the Frankish court (493), was married, and, having adhered all along to the pure Catholic faith of her mother, effected the conversion of Clovis to Christianity (49G). He lost no time in avenging the murder of his wife's parents; Gundebald was defeated, and became his tributary. After her husband's death Clotilda persuaded her three sons Clodomir, Childebert, and Clotaire to renew the quarrel, and to visit on Sigismund, Guudebald's son, his father's crime. The war which followed resulted in the union of Burgundy to the Frank empire. Clotilda retired to Tours, and practised there the austerities of a devout life till her death. She was buried in the Parisian church of St Genevieve, which Clovis had built, and was canonized a few years afterwards by Pelagius I. Her remains, preserved till the Revolution, were burned at that period by the devout Abbe" Rousselet, who dreaded their desecration; the ashes are now in the little church of St Leu. A statue of her adorns the Luxembourg, and a splendid church has recently been erected in her honour in Paris, not far from the spot where her bones rested during so many centuries. See France.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Saint Helena (1.)

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HELENA, Saint, a woman of humble origin, said to have been the daughter of an innkeeper, was the wife of Constantius Chlorus. Of her nationality nothing certain is known. She had one son, Constantine the Great. In 292 a.d. Chlorus was raised to the purple by the emperors Diocletian and Maximian, and forced to divorce Helena to make room for a more noble wife. After her son became emperor she was treated with great respect and styled Augusta, and cities in Bithynia and Lysia were after her named Helenopolis. She became a Christian when her son was converted, and during a pilgrimage to Jerusalem she discovered the holy sepulchre and the true cross. Her zealous patronage of their religion made her a favourite with the Christian writers, and finally procured her the honour of canonization; but pagan historians, such as Zosimus, regard her with dislike, and even question, though without ground, the legality of her marriage. Many coins occur with the name of Helena, but it is difficult or impossible in many cases to determine whether they belong to Saint Helena or to others of the family of Constantine bearing the same name.
# Encyclopædia Britannica, Ninth Edition/Saintonge

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SAINTONGE (Santonia, Santonensis tractus), an old province of France, of which Saintes (q.v.) was the capital, was bounded on the N.W. by Aunis, on the N.E. by Poitou, on the E. by Angoumois, on the S. by Guienne, and on the W. by Guienne and the Atlantic. It now forms a small portion of the department of Charente and the greater part of that of Charente Inférieure.