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Almanaque - Edição 88 - abril de 2015Para pensar e praticar Nesta seção do Almanaque, apresentamos textos retirados de obras do Racionalismo Cristão e outras de pesquisadores atuais e do passado.A inquietude "Há pessoas que se sentem sob a pressão de uma inquietude constante. Em parte essa inquietude provém da sensibilidade muito aflorada, quando a sua natureza se sincroniza facilmente com as vibrações do ambiente, mais ou menos carregado de inquietude. Nota-se grande apreensão pelo mundo com perspectivas de guerra, com instabilidade da vida econômica das Nações e também individual. Verificam-se prejuízos enormes com a queda brusca de valores, com a inflação e a desvalorização da moeda. Todos esses conflitos são a causa da inquietação por que passa a humanidade, neste momento agudo da história. As almas encarnadas não encontram tranquilidade no meio social em que vivem, buscando, muitas vezes, desafogo, distrações forçadas, num desejo asfixiante de encontrar solução para o seu desassossego. Procuram abafar a inquietude num esforço de afogá-la numa atividade exagerada e mal aproveitada. Com isso dispersam-se energias preciosas. Este panorama envolve as condições de milhões de seres deste mundo desajustado. As perspectivas de serem utilizadas, para fins belicosos, as inovações da ciência, cobre de angústia aquelas comunidades mais visadas pela eventual destruição. Eis o aspecto do mundo atual, do mundo materializado de hoje, mau grado o número avultado de seitas religiosas. Veja-se em que época agitada surge o Racionalismo Cristão, para participar efetivamente, dos acontecimentos presentes e futuros, em ação puramente espiritualizadora. Missão espinhosa, árdua, e mal compreendida em face da obstinação das criaturas, fortemente aferradas aos seus interesses pessoais, sem desejar, de modo algum, afastar o pensamento dessas conveniências subalternas." Ao encontro de uma nova era, de Luiz de Souza. Passatempo A mãe de Maria tem quatro filhas. A primeira chama-se Abril; a segunda chama-se Maio e a terceira chama-se Junho. Qual o nome da quarta filha?Resposta na próxima edição. Resposta da edição anterior: Carlos é o ladrão. Examinando a declaração de Benedito, uma das declarações era uma mentira e a outra verdadeira. Desta forma, deve ter sido ou Carlos ou Eduardo. Examinando a declaração de Dario, pela mesma razão, foi Carlos ou Benedito. Portanto, Carlos era o ladrão. A compração com as outras declarações confirma isso. Humor Mulher infielDesconfiado da fidelidade da sua mulher, o marido resolveu contratar um detetive particular. Deu a dica de um motel onde ela poderia estar e mandou o detetive ficar de olho para dar o flagrante: – Não deixe a cretina escapar, que eu estou de olho lá na esquina! O homem ficou na expectativa por mais de uma hora. De repente, vê o detetive dando a maior surra numa mulher. – Espera aí! Essa não é a minha mulher! – Mas é a minha - berrou o detetive. Nó na cuca 05. Se podemos complicar, por que simplificar? Honestidade
Melhore seu vocabulário em inglês O texto a seguir foi composto com base nas 500 palavras mais usadas em inglês. Aproveite para rever seu vocabulário. Coloque o mouse sobre as palavras em vermelho para ver a tradução.A história abaixo é verdadeira ou não? A anterior, Late? é verdadeira. The Three Hats BERNARD FLECKER walked into a small hotel in a street somewhere near the railway station and asked for a room. He was very glad to discover that the hotel clerk knew English, because Flecker did not understand a word of the language of the country. He was given a good room, and after having a wash decided to go out and look at the town, which he had never visited before. Before leaving the hotel, he asked its name. He could not read the strange writing above the door, and thought he ought to know the name of the place where he was staying. `The name of the hotel, sir,' said the clerk, `is : But he saw immediately that the Englishman did not understand the strange words. So he added, `In English, sir, it means The Three Hats: He smiled. `What an unusual name!' said Flecker. `Yes, sir. You see, in this building not long ago there lived and worked a famous watchmaker who always had three hats. One of them was too old to wear: it was the black hat in which he was married. His wife would not let him throw it away, and so it hung uselessly in the bedroom. The other was a better hat, which he wore when he went out with his wife. He never went far without a hat because he hadn't much hair. It was a grey hat.' `But you said there were three.' `Yes, sir. But his wife knew nothing of the third! 'Why?' Recker asked. `His wife, sir, was a troublesome woman with a loud voice. Whenever he went out, she wanted to know where he went; and she always knew that he had left the shop if she went there and saw no hat. But if the hat was there, she felt sure that he hadn't gone far. So, without telling her, he bought a third hat, and he used to go out secretly, leaving the grey hat in the shop and wearing the new one.' `So if she went into the shop, and saw the hat there, she thought . . .' 'Yes, sir. And when the old man died, as we all do in the end, and the shop was closed, the building was changed into a hotel. And it was given the strange name in memory of our famous watchmaker.' `Very interesting!' said Flecker. `Thank you. Well, I won't forget the name of my hotel!' He set out for his evening walk through the streets. He walked about for an hour or two, wishing he knew the language. It was an interesting town, but there were numbers of things that he could not understand. He was even sorrier that he did not speak the language when he discovered that he was hopelessly lost. He asked several people where The Three Hats Hotel was, but they did not understand him; for in their own language the name of the hotel was entirely different. The sun was going down over the distant hills, the air was beginning to feel cold, and all the shops had closed. He really must find the way back to the hotel. He anxiously tried another man. `The Three Hats? cried Flecker, pointing wildly up several streets. But the man smiled politely, spread his hands in front of him, and passed on. Flecker followed, shouting, `The Three Hats! The Three Hats! Hotel! Hotel!' at the top of his voice. The man turned his head anxiously, and hurried off with a last, backward look. A crowd began to collect, and among them Flecker saw a fat man wearing a hat. He rushed forward and tried to remove it from his head. But the fat gentleman escaped at high speed along a side-street, pressing his hat firmly down on his head. The crowd looked at Flecker strangely. He looked at all the heads in the crowd, but only one was wearing a hat, and he needed three. The owner of the hat, knowing what was in Flecker's mind, avoided him with watchful eyes and moved away towards the edge of the crowd. Words were useless, and three real hats could not be found; so Flecker picked up a bit of wood from the ground and drew three hats in the dirt on the footpath. He stood up and showed the picture to the crowd, but no one seemed to understand what it meant. This was not surprising, because the three objects had the appearance of three badly-drawn squares. Recker was no artist, and it is difficult to draw clearly in the dirt on a footpath. Flecker tried to think how he could show that he meant hats, and looked round for the man with the hat. But that gentleman, in his desire to avoid trouble, had gone elsewhere. So Flecker struck the top of his own hatless head; but that only made everyone look worried. (Final da história na próxima edição) Para mais histórias, acesse a Biblioteca clicando AQUI. Efemérides 09 abr 1869: Élie-Joseph Cartan 15 abr 1707: Leonard Euler 18 abr 1882: Monteiro Lobato 19 abr 1883: Getúlio Dorneles Vargas 20 abr 1884: Augusto dos Anjos 21 abr 1792: Execução e morte de Joaquim José da Silva Xavier Copyright©2008 valdiraguilera.net. All Rights Reserved |
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