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Infection and Immunity
by George M. Sternberg

Publication date 2021-11-22
Topics librivox, audiobooks, infectious disease, immunity, disinfection
LibriVox recording of Infection and Immunity by George M. Sternberg.
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Infection and Immunity with Special Reference to the Prevention of Infectious Diseases presents a subject that is as relevant today as it was in 1903. This book was written for readers without a medical background, and includes general information on infectious disease, as well as specific diseases prevalent at the time. To quote the author, who served as the U.S. Army Surgeon General from 1893-1902, "The general statement may be made that all infectious disease are preventable disease, and at the present time it is possible to indicate the necessary measures of prevention for nearly all of these diseases. That they continue to prevail, and to claim hundreds of thousands of victims annually, is largely due to the fact that the public, generally, has not yet been educated upon these subjects."

Many of the diseases described in this book have since been largely eradicated through education of the public regarding modes and prevention of transmission and with effective vaccines. Some persist, and new ones will continue to arise, despite tremendous advances in public health, science and medicine. While some of the specific advice is outdated, the general principles are still relevant. (Summary by J. M. Smallheer)

Ah, getting in the mood for love, well we can hope and dream or wallow in the pleasy=ures of it all. Enjoy my selection today and let me know what your favourite is.

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2 e by sarah tiesdale read for librivox.org by sonia 2e i have remembered beauty in the night against black silences awake to see a shower of sunlight over italy and green ravello dreaming on her height i have remembered music in the dark the clean swift brightness of a fugue of bus and running water singing on the rocks when once in english woods i heard a lark but all remembered beauty is no more than a vague prelude to the thought of you you are the rarest soul i ever knew lover of beauty nightliest and best my thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore and when i think of you i am at rest and of poem this recording is in the public domain

barter by sarah teasdale read for librivox.org by sonia barter life has loveliness to sell all beautiful and splendid things blue waves whitened on a cliff soaring fire that sways and sings and children's faces looking up holding wonder like a cup life has loveliness to sell music like a curve of gold sand of pine trees in the rain eyes that love you arms that hold and for your spirits still delight holy thoughts that start a night spend all you have for loveliness buy it and never count the cost for one wide singing hour of peace count many a year of strife well lost and for a breath of ecstasy give all you have been or could be

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twilight by sarah teasdale read for librivox.org by jackie castle dreamily over the roofs the cold spring rain is falling out in the lonely tree a bird is calling calling slowly over the earth the wings of night are falling my heart like the bird in the tree is calling calling calling end of poem this recording is in the public domain

night song at amalfi by sarah teasdale redforlibribox.org by gabby night song at amalfi i asked the heaven of stars what i should give my love it answered me with silence silence above i asked the darkened sea down where the fishes go it answered me with silence silence below oh i could give him weeping or i could give him song but how can i give silence my whole life long end of poem this recording is in the public domain

the look by sarah teasdale read for librivox.org by gabby the look stefan kissed me in the spring robin in the fall but colin only looked at me and never kissed at all stravan's kiss was lost in jest robins lost in play but the kiss in colin's eyes haunts me night and day end of poem this recording is in the public domain

a winter night by sarah teasdale read for librivox.org by sonja a winter night my window pane is start with frost the world is bitter cold tonight the moon is cruel and the wind is like a two-edged sword to smite god pity all the homeless ones the beggars pacing to and fro god pity all the poor tonight who walk the lamplit streets of snow my room is like a bit of june warm and close curtain fold unfold but somewhere like a homeless child my heart is crying in the cold end of poem this recording is in the public domain

a cry by sarah teasdale read for librarybox.org by gabby a cry oh there are eyes that he can see and hands to make his hands rejoice but to my lover i must be only a voice oh there are breasts to bear his head and lips were on his lips can lie but i must be till i am dead only a cry end of poem this recording is in the public domain

gifts by sarah teasdale redforlibribox.org by gabi gifts i gave my first love laughter i gave my second tears i gave my third love silence through all the years my first love gave me singing my second eyes to see but oh it was my third love who gave my soul to me end of poem this recording is in the public domain

but not to me by sarah teasdale redforlibrivox.org by gabi but not to me the april night is...

Meditations
by Marcus Aurelius

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introduction to the meditations of marcus aurelius this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by shane greenup the meditations of marcus aurelius by marcus aurelius antoninus translated by george long introduction marcus arnes virus was born in rome in ad 121 and assume the name of marcus aurelius antoninus by which he is known to history on his adoption by the emperor t aurelius antoninus he succeeded to the imperial throne in 161 and ruled till his death in 180. his reign though marked by justice and moderation at home was troubled by constant warfare on the frontiers of the empire and aurelius spent much of his later years in the uncongenial task of commanding armies that no longer proved irresistible against the barbarian hordes hemarelius was educated by the orator fronto but turned aside from rhetoric to study of the stoic philosophy of which he was the last distinguished representative the meditations which he wrote in greek are among the most noteworthy expressions of this system and exhibit it favorably on its practical side his own precepts he carried out with singular consistency and both in his public and his private life he was in the highest degree conscientious he and his predecessor are noted as the only roman emperors who can be said to have ruled with a single eye to the welfare of their subjects during his reign rome was visited by severe pestilence and this with reversers suffered by his armies threw the populace into a panic and led them to demand the sacrifice of the christians whom they regarded as having brought down the anger of the gods aurelius seems to have shared the panic and his record it's stained by his sanction of the cruel persecution this incident in the career of the last and one of the loftiest of the pagan moralists may be regarded as symbolic of the dying effort of hedonism to check the advancing tide of christianity the meditations picture with faithfulness the mind and character of this noblest of the emperors simple in style and sincere in tone they record for all time the height reached by pagan aspirations in its effort to solve the problem of conduct and the essential agreement of his practice with his teaching proved that even in a palace life may be led well end of introduction recording by shane greener shane greenup.blogspot.com and papers aloud dot com

chapter 1 of meditations of marcus aurelius this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the meditations of marcus aurelius by marcus aurelius antoninus translated by george long chapter one

one for my grandfather varus i learned good morals and the government of my temper two from the reputation and remembrance of my father modesty and a manly character three for my mother piety and beneficence and abstinence not only from evil deeds but even from evil thoughts and further simplicity in my way of living far removed from the habits of the rich four for my great-grandfather not to have frequented public schools and to have had good teachers at home and to know that on such things a man should spend liberally five for my governor to be neither of the green nor of the blue party at the games in the circus nor partisan either of the palmillarius or the scootarius at the gladiators fights from him too i learned endurance of labor and to want little and to work with my own hands and not to meddle with other people's affairs and not to be ready to listen to slander six from dignatus not to busy myself about trifling things and not to give credit to what was said by miracle workers and jugglers about incantations and the driving away of demons and such things and not to breed quails for fighting nor to give myself up passionately to such things...

Welcome to the four-poster and some chilled beats before bed.

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hello darlings wonderful people of the internet welcome to bedtime with sonia it's absolutely pouring with rain i'm just so glad to be in the full poster and you know what i haven't got the heating on i did have it on earlier but um you know a woman of my years keeps rather warm i've got a little furnace going on in my heart darlings um anyway what was today like well i found a perm which i'm including in tonight's broadcast it's called sony abound of course that's my name and it's not it doesn't mean i'm bound you know as in bound tied up it's a poem about somebody being bound for sonia but like they're on their way uh in a ship it's a lovely perm and i can't believe after all these years i've only just come across it but you see we didn't have google of course when i was younger and i nowadays i google myself on a regular basis uh almost every day because you know i'm in i'm in media so i'm very controlling actually about what i let out and what you know what photographs and all these things i'm very careful and i want to see what sort of information about me is flying around the internet um i quite like it if there's very little you see so try and keep a sort of tabs on things and not too much social media just the right amount etc etc um anyway i i do google nearly every day to find out who i am and i googled and it came up with this sony bound on on a classical poetry site absolutely wonderful and it's a good poem so i i've got a recital of that i recorded it earlier um what else ah yes the brahms now you know me with my with my piano play and i like to mess around with things and oh there's a lot of wonderful wonderful classical work of course there is and no doubt brahms would be turning in his grave when he hears what i've reached what i've done with this but i liked it slowed down so i really slowed it this is a waltz in a flat uh major op 39 number 15. a short little piece very quick and the thing with the piano they i just think you know with leaping around like that and and bashing away to load of cords i just think they they're missing a trick because what they're not getting is the fullness of the notes and i suppose being a cellist um i i love the you know to play around with intonation and really feel you know the vibes i really like that i really like playing around with that and if you're doing a really fast piece you miss all that and i'm also it's sort of bedtime and i thought well i don't want to give you something really quick so i've played it really slowly and um and then i've put a really nice swing jazz drum on it i i turned down the kick because i i i really like a kick now the the drum is actually very much like i'm sort of working with these scottish marching band um drums at the moment um i just i turned the volume down a bit on the drums because i thought you'd probably think it was overbearing and as i say i'm trying to get everybody ready for bed it's bedtime darling it's not time to leap around and you know be all happy and things um so i slowed it right down put this rather fabulous um drum beat on but with i put some swing on it a lot of swing and so it's got that jazzy feel so i've sort of fused a marching band with the jazz band and and then a bit of brahms you know it's classical and um i think it sounds great do tell me what you think um so other news i'm preparing to uh go to chipster or chai they call it chai that's a bit pretentious isn't it but you know i'm very pretentious and we're going on saturday and you know what we've done i think it's rather grand of us we've ordered a driver and we're going to be driven from door to door in fact the driver is collecting mooty and then coming to collect me in the marina and then we're driving all the way to chai and it's a good hour you know um door-to-door and we're going to a place called the bar and grill which is goodwood and on the estate...

Syria: the Desert and the Sown
by Gertrude Bell

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preface of syria the desert and the zone this is a liprivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org syria the desert and the zone by gertrude bell preface

he deems the wild the sweetest of friends and travels on where travels above him the mother of all the clustered stars the abattas to acl who knows the heart of the east those who venture to add a new volume to the vast literature of travel unless they be men of learning or politicians must be prepared with an excuse my excuse is ready as spacious and i hope as plausible as such things should be i desire to write not so much a book of travel as an account of the people whom i met or who accompanied me on my way and to show what the world is like in which they live and how it appears to them and since it was better that they should as far as possible tell their own tale i have strung their words upon the thread of the road relating as i heard them the stories with which shepherd and man at arms beguiled the hours of the march the talk that passed from lip to lip round the campfire in the black tent of the arab and the guest chamber of the crews as well as the more cautious utterances of turkish and syrian officials their state craft consists of gases often shrewd enough at the results that may spring from the clash of unknown forces of which the strength and the aim are but dimly apprehended their wisdom is that of men whose channels of information and standards for comparison are different from ours and who bring a different set of preconceptions to bear upon the problems laid before them the oriental is like a very old child he is unacquainted with many branches of knowledge which we have come to regard as of elementary necessity frequently but not always his mind is little preoccupied with the need of acquiring them and he concerns himself scarcely at all with what we call practical utility he is not practical in our exception of the word any more than a child is practical and his utility is not ours on the other hand his action is guided by traditions of conduct and morality that go back to the beginnings of civilization traditions unmodified as yet by any important change in the manner of life to which they apply and out of which they arose these things apart he is as we are human nature does not undergo a complete change east of suez nor is it impossible to be on terms of friendship and sympathy with the dwellers in those regions in some respects it is even easier than in europe you will find in the east habits of intercourse less fettered by artificial chains and a wider tolerance born of greater diversity society is divided by caste and sect and tribe into an infinite number of groups each one of which is following a law of its own and however fantastic to our thinking that law may be to the oriental it is an ample and a satisfactory explanation of all peculiarities a man may go about in public veiled up to the eyes or clad if he please only in a girdle he will excite no remark why should he like everyone else he is merely obeying his own law so too the european may pass up and down the wildest places encountering little curiosity and of criticism even less the news he brings will be heard with interest his opinions will be listened to with attention but he will not be thought odd or mad nor even mistaken because his practices and the ways of his thought are at variance with those of the people among whom he finds himself adatho it is his custom and for this reason he will be the wiser if he does not seek to ingratiate himself with orientals by trying to ape their habits unless he is so skillful that he can pass as one of themselves let him treat the love others respectfully but he himself will meet with a far greater respect if he adheres strictly to his own for a woman this rule...

Chat for after the watershed, not especially grown up but I may chat about adult concepts on occasion so am saving these for later in the day.
Welcome to all my listeners worldwide.
I have had lots of tech issues this week as my studio has just been installed at the penthouse at Royal Clarence. Things are set to improve this week as I get into the flow and cope with all these buttons!

hello everybody welcome to royal clarence radio and some piano music i thought i'd play um just some debussy today um i had a terrible week terrible week because the my beautiful cat my persian cat romeo his food ran out last week he has to have this special food easy and um it's it's expensive and i don't like to order it i buy it in bulk but i don't like to order it too soon in case i need the money for something else because i you know i buy a lot at a time one it also takes up a lot of room and my penthouse isn't a rambling abode it's fairly small bijou darlings bijou at the marina anyway i'd ordered it and because it was quite large i was having it delivered to a depot close by to collect and i've been waiting all week for the email to tell me it's arrived and it hasn't come and all week romeo who's coming to join us now there we go romeo has had terrible terrible flatulence in the penthouse all week and then i find out today it's been at the depot for ready for collection since tuesday he's been he's had me up all night with the crying because he doesn't like the cheap food that i bought i've i have a row here of cheap foodstuffs for feline friends really the lowest of the lowest low low low low low cat food class and he's you know been turning his nose up at it i'm just relieved frankly that it's there but now i have to get all my makeup on and you know my dark glasses in case anyone recognizes me and go to this depot um in town to collect his food but he doesn't understand i keep saying it's here romeo it's all right you can stop farting but he doesn't he doesn't understand of course he doesn't anyway here's my performance uh recently of claire de lune debussy really just a super track i love it and more piano coming regularly um probably on a daily basis i love playing piano for you guys so enjoy my darlings enjoy

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This is from our live show and is on a loop so you can hopefully cut in at any desired point now as I popped it into the library.
Adult themes and language mean that I recommend for 16 and up but parents can judge accordingly.

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dramatis personae bonaventura a friar read by alan mapstone a cardinal nuncio to the pope read by lg pug sorenso a nobleman read by tavaresh florio citizen of palmer read by bob nefeld donado citizen of palmer read by arnie horton grimaldi a roman gentleman read by rick f giovanni son to florio read by chuck williamson begetto nephew to donato read by alan mapstone ricardetto a supposed physician read by danny sayers vasquez servant to serranzo read by chris marcellus poggio servant to bergeto read by lauren burwell bonditi read by algae pug anabella daughter to florio read by elizabeth barr hippolyta wife to ricotta read by elizabeth philotus his niece read by charlotte deckett putana tutorist to anabella read by amanda friday offices read by libby gone servant read by capricia page narrated by christine g the scene palmer end of dramatis personae

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dispute no more in this for no young man these are no school points nice philosophy may tolerate unlikely arguments but heaven admits no jest wits that presumed on wit too much by striving how to prove there was no god with foolish grounds of art discovered first the nearest way to hell and filled the world with devilish atheism such questions youth are fond far better it is to bless the son the reason why it shines yet he thou talkest of is above the sun no more i may not hear it oh gentle father to you i have unclasped my burdened soul emptied the storehouse of my thoughts and heart made myself poor of secrets have not left another word untold which hath not spoke all what i ever durst or think or know and yet is here the comfort i shall have must i not do what all men else may

love yes you may love fair sun must i not praise that beauty which if framed anew the gods would make a god of it if they had it there and kneel to it as i do kneel to them why foolish madmen shall a peevish sound a customary form from man to man

of brother and of sister be a bar twixt my perpetual happiness and me

say that we have one father say one womb cursed my joys gave both of us life and birth are we not there for each to other bound so much more by nature by the lengths of blood of reason hey if you will have it even of religion to be ever one one soul one flesh

have done unhappy youth for thou art lost shall then for that i am our brother born my joys be ever banished from her bed no father in your eyes i see the change of pity and compassion from your age as from a sacred oracle distills the life of counsel oh tell me holy man what cure shall give me ease in these extremes

son and sorrow for this sin for thou hast moved a majesty above with thy unranged almost blasphemy do not speak of that dear confessor art thou my son that miracle of wit who once within these three months were to steam the wonder of thine age throughout bonnonia how did the university applaud thy government behavior learning speech sweetness and all that could make up a man i was proud of my tutelage and chose rather to leave my books than part with thee i did so but the fruits of all my hopes are lost in thee as thou art in thyself oh giovanni hast thou left the schools of knowledge to converse with lust and death for death waits on thy lust look through the world and now shall see a thousand faces shine more glorious than this...

The penultimate part of Sunday's featured novel for adults. We will Finish this incredible book tomorrow as we have had to give way to a piano tuning book now. Tess is a long novel.

*they would go out of the world almost painlessly and there would be no more reproach to her or to him for marrying her his last half-hour with her would have been a loving one while if they lived till he awoke his daytime aversion would return and this hour would remain to be contemplated only as a transient dream the impulse stirred in her yet she dared not indulge it to make a movement that would have precipitated them both into the gulf how she valued her own life had been proved but his she had no right to tamper with it he reached the other side with her in safety here they were within a plantation which formed the abbey grounds and taking a new hold of her he went onward a few steps till they reached the ruined choir of the abbey church against the north wall was the empty stone coffin of an abbot in which every tourist with a turn for grim humor was accustomed to stretch himself in this claire carefully laid tess having kissed her lips a second time he breathed deeply as if a greatly desired end were attained claire then lay down on the ground alongside when he immediately fell into the deep dead slumber of exhaustion and remained motionless as a log the spurt of mental excitement which had produced the effort was now over tess sat up in the coffin the night though dry and mild for the season was more than sufficiently cold to make it dangerous for him to remain here long in his half-clothed state if he were left to himself he would in all probability stay there till the morning and be chilled to certain death she had heard of such deaths after sleepwalking but how could she dare to awaken him and let him know what he had been doing when it would mortify him to discover his folly in respect of her tess however stepping out of her stone confine shook him slightly but was unable to arouse him without being violent it was indispensable to do something for she was beginning to shiver the sheet being but her poor protection her excitement had in a measure kept her warm during the few minutes adventure but that beatific interval was over it suddenly occurred to her to try persuasion and accordingly she whispered in his ear with as much firmness and decision as she could summon let us walk on darling at the same time taking him suggestively by the arm to her relief he unresistingly acquiesced her words had apparently thrown him back into his dream which fence forward seemed to enter on a new phase wherein he fancied she had risen as a spirit and was leading him to heaven thus she conducted him by the arm to the stone bridge in front of their residence crossing which they stood at the manor house door tess's feet were quite bare and the stones hurt her and chilled her to the bone but claire was in his wool and stockings and appeared to feel no discomfort there was no further difficulty she induced him to lie down on his own sofa bed and covered him up warmly lighting a temporary fire of wood to dry any dampness out of him the noise of these attentions she thought might awaken him and secretly wish that they might but the exhaustion of his mind and body was such that he remained undisturbed as soon as they met the next morning tess divined that angel knew little or nothing of how far she had been concerned in the night's excursion though as regarded himself he may have been aware that he had not leaned still in truth he had awakened that morning from a sleep deep as annihilation and during these first few moments in which the brain like a samson shaking himself is trying its strength he had some dim notion of an unusual nocturnal proceeding but the realities of his situation soon displaced conjecture on the other subject he waited in expectancy to discern some mental pointing he knew that if any intention of his concluded overnight...

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tess of the derbervilles a pure woman faithfully presented by thomas hardy read by bob neufeld this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

phase the first the maiden chapter 1 on an evening in the latter part of may a middle-aged man was walking homeward from shastan to the village of marlot in the adjoining veil of blakemore or blackmore the pair of legs that carried him were rickety and there was a bias in his gate which inclined him somewhat to the left of a straight line he occasionally gave a smart nod as if in confirmation of some opinion though he was not thinking of anything in particular an empty egg basket was slung upon his arm the nap of his hat was ruffled a patch being quite worn away at its brim where his thumb came in taking it off presently he was met by an elderly parson astride a grey mare who as he rode hummed a wandering tune good night he said the man with the basket good night sir john said the parson the pedestrian after another pace or two halted and turned around now sir begging your pardon we met last market day on this road about this time and i said good night and you made reply good night sir john as now i did said the person and once before that near a month ago i may have then what might your meaning be in calling me sir john these different times when i be playing jack derbyfield the haggler the parson wrote a step or two nearer it was only my whim he said and after a moment's hesitation it was on account of a discovery i made some little time ago whilst i was hunting up pedigrees for the new county history i am parson tringham the antiquary of stagfoot lane don't you really know derby field that you are the lineal representative of the ancient and knightly family of the derbyvilles who derive their descent from sir pagan derberville that renowned knight who came from normandy with william the conqueror as appears by battle abbey roll never heard of it before sir well it's true throw up your chin a moment so that i may catch the profile of your face better yes that's the derbyville nose and chin a little debased your ancestor was one of the twelve knights who assisted the lord of estra mavia in normandy in his conquest of gla morganshire branches of your family held manners all over this part of england their names appear in the pipe rolls in the name of king stephen in the reign of king john one of them was rich enough to give a manner to the knights hospitals and in edward the second time your forefather brian was summoned to westminster to attend the great council there you declined a little in oliver cromwell's time but to no serious extent and in charles the second's reign you were made knights of the royal oak for your loyalty ah hey there have been generations of sir john's among you and if knighthood were hereditary like a baronetcy as it practically was in old times when men were knighted from father to son you would be sir john now ye don't say so in short concluded the parson decisively smacking his leg with his switch there's hardly such another family in england dazed my eyes and isn't there said derbyfield and here have i been knocking about year after year from pillar to post as if i was no more than the commonest fella in the parish and how long had this news about me been knowed parson tringham the clutchman explained that as far as he was aware it had quite died out of knowledge and could hardly be said to be known at all his own investigations had begun on a day in the preceding spring when having been engaged in tracing the vicissitudes of the derberville family he had observed derbyville's name on his wagon and had thereupon been led to make inquiries about his father and grandfather till he had no doubt on the subject at first i resolved not to disturb you with such a useless piece of information said he however our impulses...