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This enduring classic of educational thought offers teachers and parents deep, original insight into the nature of early learning. John Holt was the first to make clear that, for small children, "learning is as natural as breathing." In this delightful yet profound book, he looks at how we learn...

The classic guide to teaching children at home for a new generation of homeschooling parents In 2019, there were more than two million children being homeschooled. That number doubled during the pandemic and is now likely to continue increasing as more parents worry that school might not be the...

Kendall podía ver la pantalla de televisión. Había una fotografía del gobernador Frank Reynolds. En la parte inferior de la pantalla, el teletipo anunciaba en grandes letras negras «Gobernador Reynolds asesinado».

No soy un hombre de juego. Quiero decir que la gran apuesta de la vida no es así. Las probabilidades están apiladas contra ti, simplemente no puedes ganar. Pero usted sabe que hay algunas personas que harán cualquier cosa para asegurarse de que ganan, incluso si eso significa eliminar a cualquier persona o cualquier cosa que se interponga en su camino. Sólo apuestan por una cosa segura... Una Muerte Cierta.

Guerra Civil, el peor tipo de guerra a la que una Nación se pueda enfrentar. Al luchar contra ella misma no puede haaber ganadores, no en una guerra así. Una guerra que divide comunidades, rompe familias y convierte en enemigos a amigos de toda la vida. Cuando los primeros disparos de la guerra se dieron a conocer en el país, dos amigos se alistaron en bandos contrarios del conflicto.

A Podcast by serial kiwi founder (Sounder) John Holt talking about the highs and lows of building startups with fellow founders or other interesting humans with purpose and passion for their chosen pursuits.

Tom Kendall había estado en la comisaría 32 del Departamento de Policía de Nueva York durante poco menos de diez años. Pero ahora quería un cambio. Ahora quería montar su propia Agencia de Detectives Privados. Tenía grandes ideas. No estaba interesado en cualquier caso antiguo. Oh no, él solo manejaría los grandes casos, los costosos. Él sería capaz de elegir, el los que él quería, donde había mucho en juego y también lo eran las recompensas. Sabía exactamente el tipo de caso que quería. Cualquier otra cosa no funcionaría, y simplemente sería rechazada de plano.

Jack Daniels, c'est mon nom. Vous savez, comme le whisky. Je suis détective privé. Et je ne peux m'empêcher de fourrer mon nez dans les affaires des autres. C'est mon métier. On s'y habitue. Ça fait partie de ma vie. Après quelques temps, ça devient tellement naturel, un reflex, comme respirer ou manger, cependant pas aussi agréable. Une habitude dont je ne peux pas me passer. Je n’y peux rien. Mais parfois, ça me fourre dans le pétrin.

El nombre es Daniels, Jack Daniels, como el whisky que conoces. Soy Detective Privado. Y no puedo evitar meter la nariz en los asuntos de otras personas. Es lo que hago. Te acostumbras. Se convierte casi en una forma de vida. Después de un tiempo te resulta natural, automático, como respirar o comer, aunque no tan placentero. Es un hábito que simplemente no puedo romper. Simplemente no puedo evitarlo. Pero a veces puede llevarte a problemas...

Has notado que las cosas no son siempre como parecen? La vida siempre te lanza una pelota en curva cuando menos lo esperas. Sólo vemos lo que esperamos ver, y a veces podemos tener una gran sorpresa. Yo sí tuve una gran sorpresa, te lo aseguro y con creces. Una sorpresa que condujo a chantaje y muerte. Allí es cuando tuve....problemas en mente.

Der Name ist Daniels, Jack Daniels - genau wie der Whisky, den Sie kennen. Ich bin Privatdetektiv. Und ich kann nicht anders, als meine Nase in die Angelegenheiten anderer Leute zu stecken. Es ist, was ich tue. Man gewöhnt sich daran. Es wird fast zu einer Lebensweise. Nach einer Weile wird es für Sie natürlich, automatisch, wie Atmen oder Essen, obwohl es nicht ganz so angenehm ist. Es ist eine Angewohnheit, die ich einfach nicht ablegen kann. Ich kann einfach nicht anders. Aber manchmal kann es Sie in Schwierigkeiten bringen....

“It was meant to be play acting,” said Whittaker. “But when someone is shot dead, on the stage in front of an audience, then it becomes an act of murder.”

That old door had been standing there for many years. Just a solid timber door and a frame. Just a door...an ordinary door....

Movies, Video Games, TV shows, Characters, other....things! All step into the ring and fight it out through discussion and discourse to determine who or what will be crowned the best!

When two valuable oil paintings are missing, Kendall is asked to investigate on behalf of the insurance company. Reluctantly, he accepts the job. Then, a body is discovered, and then another. “So what do you think?” asked Mollie. “What do I think?” Kendall repeated. “Well with two people dead, I think someone has been practicing the art of murder.”

Tom Kendall had been with the 32nd Precinct, New York Police Department, for just under 10 years. But now he wanted a change. Now he wanted to start his own private detective agency. He had grand ideas. He wasn’t interested in just any old case. Oh no, he would handle only the big-time cases, the expensive ones. He would be able to take his pick, the ones that he wanted, where the stakes were high and so were the rewards. He knew exactly the kind of case that he wanted. Anything else would not do, and it would just be turned down flat.

‘To make a killing in the City’ is a phrase often used within the financial world, to indicate making a large profit on investments, or through dealings on the stock market--the bigger the profit, the bigger the killing. However, Tom Kendall, a private detective, on vacation in London, has a different kind of killing in mind when he hears about the death of one of his fellow passengers who traveled with him on the plane from Miami. It was suicide apparently, a simple overdose of prescribed tablets. Kendall immediately offers his help to Scotland Yard. He is shocked when he is told his services will not be required. They can manage perfectly well without him, thank you.

Whittaker passed the drinks over. “Anyway, it seems that he’s got himself into a bit of bother,” he continued. “A very serious bit of bother.” “Bother?” repeated Kendall. Whittaker heaved a sigh. “Yes you know,” he replied. “Trouble.” Kendall nodded. “Oh trouble, I get you,” he said. “So what sort of bother are we talking about?” Whittaker took another drink. “Well it’s a case of murder I’m afraid.”

Fritz Marschall knew that neither he, nor his friend, should really have been there. They, like many others before them, had been attracted to the lake by the many rumors that had been circulating. He thought of the endless stories there had been, of treasures sunken in or buried around the lake. He recalled the stories of the lake being used to develop torpedoes and rockets during the war. Looking out across the dark water, he wondered what secrets were hidden beneath the surface.

“Mr. Kendall, in the past few months there have been a number of doctors who have mysteriously disappeared, or whose deaths were either alleged to be accidents, or were suicides, or they were actually murdered.” Kendall made a mental note to find out about these "other doctors". “A number of doctors you said. How many are we talking about?” Mrs. Eaton thought for a few moments. “To my knowledge there have been at least eight cases in the past six months. There may be a whole lot more that I know nothing about.”