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Verify if the sentiment of the following document towards the entity Elliott Smith is Positive . Elliott Smith  lives at the collision of three different neighborhoods in Brooklyn  but the noise of the traffic and the blare of the salsa  rock and rap that battle for airspace on the street are being kept at bay. It's midafternoon  and  Smith  is tucked inside  his  favorite neighborhood bar  the kind of dark place where every patron sits alone and says little  the kind of place where  Smith  spends most of  his  days.
It's been a year and a half since  Smith  left Portland  Oregon  where  his  work with the band Heatmiser and  his  haunted solo albums had made  him  a star on the local music scene. In the spring of 1997  Heatmiser disbanded and  Smith  left for New York.  He 'd hoped the move would give  him  a sense of anonymity  but that goal was hampered when  his  song "Miss Misery" appeared on the Good Will Hunting soundtrack and was nominated for an Oscar. Soon  he  will have to contend with the attention brought by  his  new album  XO  which is  his  major-label debut and a lush departure from  his  usually spare offerings.
But  as today can attest  in New York you can always be alone in a crowd.  Smith  spend most of  his  days in coffee shops and bars  reading ( he  just finished Tolstoy's Resurrection) and composing songs in  his  head. "I write almost exclusively in public places " says  Smith   29. "I just think of stuff  chord changes and words. I know the bartenders  and they don't think it's weird if I ask to borrow a pen. "
Smith  smiles.  He  is shy  but  his  manner is sweet  not distant. Because  his  solo albums have been quiet singer-songwriter fare  there is a presumption that  Smith 's life is an open book. That is not the case.  Smith 's songs have always been less confession than collage â beautifully rendered glimpses of ugly realities  pieced together with little more than voice and guitar.
So when you ask  Smith  to tell  his  story   he  hesitates. When  he  finally begins   he  speaks as softly as  he  sings. As in  his  songs   Smith  is intelligent  direct  unsparing. But while  his  voice on record gives even  his  darkest lyrics a quiet strength  in conversation  his  tone betrays a sense of uncertainty. When grim details are spoken  not sung  there is nothing to cushion their impact.
"Most of the people I knew  their parents were divorced " says  Smith  of  his  childhood spent outside Dallas. "Or else their dad beat them with a pool cue. There was a guy in the neighborhood who shot my cat for getting into the garbage. He beat up on his kid  and then he shot my cat."
 Smith 's own parents divorced when he was a year old. His mother remarried when he was four  and his new home life was not happy. "There were family problems " says  Smith  succinctly. "It wasn't a good situation."
Outside the house   Smith  spent most of  his  time getting into fights. As  he  talks about them   he  touches  his  nose instinctively. "It's probably been broken more than once " says  Smith . "I have a bunch of scars. But I don't get into fights anymore."  He  shifts in  his  seat â  his  jeans too baggy  small T-shirt drooping off  him  â and it's impossible not to notice that  Smith  is more frail than anyone you'd expect to see in a bar fight.
"But sometimes it's the little guy who'll kick your ass " says  Smith . "Because  he 's been picked on to the point where  he  knows what to do."  He  pauses. "It's probably pretty easy to put together why somebody who grew up in Texas getting in fights a lot would not want to get up on the stage and start belting out songs at the top of their lungs. I've had enough of people yelling."
It's early evening in Manhattan  and  Smith  is polishing off another pint. It's a different day  a different borough  but the scene is familiar: a dark bar  twilight  the last drink before one too many. These are the things in  Smith 's life that' remain constant. Many' others have changed.
The strangest changes are that "Miss Misery" was nominated for an Oscar; that  on February 10th   Smith  performed the whispered tale of a broken relationship in front of 1 billion people; that  he  took a bow standing between Trisha Yearwood and Celine Dion.
"I had fully armored  myself  against having to be crushed by the presence of Celine Dion " .says Smith . "But she was the nicest person I've met in a while. Afterward I'd get these indie-rock kids saying  'I can't believe you had to hold Celine Dion's hand.' I said  'I liked holding her hand because she's a nice person. In fact  right now you're  being much more narrow-minded and shallow than she is. You're in a very backward position here. You should rethink it.'"
 Smith  gives his head a bewildered shake  then takes a long drink. Of all the transformations that he has been through lately  the most obvious is the level of scrutiny he is subjected to. And it's clear he is learning on the fly.
Smith's musical heroes are the Beatles  the Clash  Hank Williams and the Kinks. His greatest inspiration  for the breadth of his work  is Elvis Costello. On XO  for the first time in  Smith 's career  you can hear it all: the graceful folk he's perfected  elaborate orchestrations  an a cappella song  piano ballads  years of anger released in lilting harmony and a newfound. hopefulness couched in energized pop tunes. At times it sounds like a lost follow-up to Revolver.
"I love the Beatles â they're my favorite band â but I don't have any desire to cop the Beatles " says  Smith . "The reason they're my favorite band is because they went further with melody than any other band that I've ever come across."
 Smith  turns to his beer to escape the conversation for a moment  then smiles apologetically  as if he is the last person who should assess his work. Only recently did  Smith  even realize that people perceived  his  songs as bleak. "I didn't think of them that way "  he  says. "They made me happier. But now I would agree. The second record  especially  was really dark."
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Verify if the sentiment of the following document towards the entity Abdel Fattah al-Sisi is Neutral . President Abdel Fattah al-Sisi  has once again threatened to crush the militants.
âThe armed forces and the police will avenge our martyrs and restore security and stability with the utmost force in the coming period â  he  said after Fridayâs carnage.
 Sisi  has called for a comprehensive campaign to counter what  he  describes as the existential threat of radical jihadism  deploying moderate clerics to promote moderate Islam  for instance.
 He  is expected to run for a second term early next year. Even with a convincing win   he  will face pressure to deliver on promises of stability  especially if attacks like that on  Al Rawdah  persist.
In a December 2016 issue of al-Nabaa  one of the groupâs religious leaders left little doubt that Sufis would be targeted. It mentioned  Al Rawdah  directly.
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Verify if the sentiment of the following document towards the entity Bill Buckley is Positive . Nine years after  Bill Buckley âs death  reflecting on his Catholic life
William F. Buckley Jr. died nine years ago today. When I announced his death on the website  a stream of e-mails poured in testifying to what an impact he had on people âs  lives by his presence â in print  on television  and in person. Person after person told of the one time they met him  and in each case the story was nearly identical:  Bill  treated them like they were the most important person in the world. Priests and at least one religious sister shared the influence his public Catholicism had on them. Others said that while their own father wasnât in the picture when they were growing up   Bill  was a reliable presence in their lives with wisdom  even if only via Firing Line.
When I interviewed  Bill  for Crisis back in the mid Nineties   he  inspired me with two comments: One  that  he  prayed the Rosary every day. Two  that  he  had had a love affair with Jesus Christ since his childhood  when He answered his prayers about his mother  who was going through a very difficult pregnancy.
Following the interview  I began describing  Bill  as the Saint Paul of the modern conservative movement. Saint Paul because (a)  Bill  was a true believer in  his  faith and philosophy  spreading both wherever  he  traveled; and (b)  he  was an apostle of caritas. âThough I speak with the tongues of men and angels  and have not love  I am no better than a clanging gong or a brass bell.â So many  many acts of charity throughout his life. He proselytized for conservatism for nearly 60 years  sustained by his deep faith.
 Bill  was the opposite of ostentatious in  his  religious observances. But any close friend could see that prayer occupied an important place in the spiritual economy of  his  life. I think  he  would have liked what the novelist Anthony Trollope had to say about such matters. In the late 1850s  Trollope wrote:
I suppose we might cavil over the deflationary phrase âamuse himselfâ â perhaps âengageâ or âoccupyâ would have been better â but in essentials  I think  Bill  would have smiled on Trollopeâs enumeration of duties. And it was the prelude  the recognition that our sojourn here on earth is ineluctably short  be it full of years or  like that of Lessingâs son  numbered in hours only  that distributes weight to the obligations articulated.
Pascal expresses the discomfiting aspect of this humbling recognition  the side that pushes people into graduate seminars in philosophy and the therapistâs couch.  Bill  did not have much time for this allotrope of existential anxiety.  He  recognized  as  he  put it in  his  magnificent account of  his  visit to Lourdes  that âfrom the day of birth  we are on our deathbed.â But if  he  found in it a private inspiration to prayer   he  publicly embraced it as a goad to action and enjoyment  not paralysis.  His  focus was adamantly outward  blissfully with the particularities of  his  latest adventure. Socrates may or may not have been right that âthe unexamined life is not worth living.â  Bill  indisputably demonstrated that the unexamined world just wonât cut it. âThe entertainment committee â  he  liked to say  ânever sleeps.â
Our secular age is unfriendly to Catholics  to religion generally  but the irony is that secularists are often less jubilantly worldly than their Jewish and Christian compatriots. âGod made the world and saw that it was good.â That bulletin from Genesis might have been the motto of  Bill Buckleyâs  life.  He  certainly did everything  he  could to broadcast it among  his  many friends. I have never known a more generous person. I do not mean only materially generous  though Billâs largesse in that department was legendary. I mean spiritually  constitutionally generous as well.
Billâs generosity was perhaps most solicitous in matters touching on religious faith. I think of  his  account  alternately moving and amusing  of the last days of  his  National Review colleague Frank Meyer. In  his  last illness  Meyer struggled with the momentous decision of whether to convert to Catholicism.  Bill  was a tireless emissary between Meyer and various confidants.  Bill  reports that Meyer  from his bed of woe  complained that âthe only remaining intellectual obstacle to his conversion was the collectivist implication lurking in the formulation âthe communion of saintsâ in the Apostlesâ Creed.â Two days before the end  Meyer somehow overcame that final obstacle  partly  I like to think  with the help of Billâs armory of arguments.
Another anecdote: Everyone knows that  Bill  commanded a formidable vocabulary. It was significant  therefore  that he should have telephoned us once in search of a word. âIt means taking pleasure in the misfortune of others â he said to my wife. âSchadenfreude?â she ventured. âThatâs it!â he said and rang off. How perfectly Buckleyesque that he should have forgotten it. It named an emotion that was as foreign to him as joy was native.
When I met  Mr. Buckley   I was a sophomore in college  and even at a distance of all these years  I know that what most struck me about  him  then was what might be called a certain Catholic matter-of-factness: not in the sense of nonchalance in approaching matters of faith  but just the opposite. From  his  lifetime of familiarity with the Lord came an ease of conversation about  Him  and a givenness that  his  life was firmly situated within the context of a lived discipleship in the middle of the Church.
 Father Gerald E. Murray
Bill Buckley  went on pilgrimage to Our Ladyâs shrine in Lourdes a few years before  he  set out on the final pilgrimage to eternity. I was a chaplain on that trip and spent time with  Bill .  He  remarked that at Lourdes  he  felt completely free from the ordinary sense of time and schedules.  He  must have experienced the heavenly sense of Lourdes. When the Blessed Virgin Mary came down to speak with Bernadette Soubirous in 1858  eternity entered into time and left a lasting mark on a faraway corner of France. Time is a measurement of change; eternity is beyond change  for it is the perfection of everything we seek when we pursue the true  the good  and the beautiful.
 Bill  spent  his  lifetime resisting those who impossibly sought to âimmanentize the eschatonâ by violence  deceit  and deception. The eschaton is reserved for the next life. A sweet foretaste  however  is offered when and where God chooses to intervene in human history. Lourdes is such a place  and  Bill  knew by conviction  and now by experience  that Catholicism blesses her children with such joyful experiences of the fundamental truth that God is good. That joy transports us  if only for a moment  out of the limited horizon of daily life. That joy allows us to return to our daily schedule knowing it all has a meaning and higher purpose as we journey to eternity.  Bill Buckley  was a pilgrim who sought and upheld truth and goodness in the great struggle against the 20th centuryâs promoters of lies and evil. We are all in his debt. Requiescat in pace.
â  The Reverend Gerald E. Murray   J.C.D.  is a canon lawyer and the pastor of Holy Family Church  in New York City.
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