diff --git a/exampleSite/config.yaml b/exampleSite/config.yaml index 66815cf..ceb6575 100644 --- a/exampleSite/config.yaml +++ b/exampleSite/config.yaml @@ -43,15 +43,15 @@ menu: params: homePosts: 6 - mainSections: ["post", "work"] + mainSections: ["post", "project"] editLink: "https://github.com/yihui/hugo-prose/edit/master/exampleSite/content/" authorDelimiter: " / " pageFeatures: [+sidenotes] description: > A website built through Hugo and blogdown with the hugo-prose theme. footer: > - © [Lucius Annaeus Seneca](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seneca_the_Younger) - 4 BC -- AD 65 + © [Beatrix Potter](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatrix_Potter) + 28 July 1866 – 22 December 1943 license: > Text and figures are licensed under [Creative Commons Attribution CC BY 4.0](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/). The source code is diff --git a/exampleSite/content/_index.md b/exampleSite/content/_index.md index 7bc9fc0..a717769 100644 --- a/exampleSite/content/_index.md +++ b/exampleSite/content/_index.md @@ -9,7 +9,7 @@ menu:
-> Until we have begun to go without them, we fail to realize how unnecessary many things are. We've been using them not because we needed them but because we had them. +> “There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.”
diff --git a/exampleSite/content/card/philosophy.md b/exampleSite/content/card/philosophy.md index 0fc9650..2390295 100644 --- a/exampleSite/content/card/philosophy.md +++ b/exampleSite/content/card/philosophy.md @@ -4,6 +4,8 @@ style: 'background: darkslategray; color: white;' weight: 1 --- +## Welcome! + As "a major philosophical figure of the Roman Imperial Period", Seneca’s lasting contribution to philosophy has been to the school of Stoicism. His writing is highly accessible and was the subject of attention from the Renaissance onwards by writers such as Michel de Montaigne. He has been described as “a towering and controversial figure of antiquity” and “the world’s most interesting Stoic”. Seneca wrote a number of books on Stoicism, mostly on ethics, with one work (Naturales Quaestiones) on the physical world. Seneca built on the writings of many of the earlier Stoics: he often mentions Zeno, Cleanthes, and Chrysippus; and frequently cites Posidonius, with whom Seneca shared an interest in natural phenomena. He frequently quotes Epicurus, especially in his Letters. diff --git a/exampleSite/content/post/2015-07-23-letter-1.md b/exampleSite/content/post/2015-07-23-letter-1.md deleted file mode 100644 index 4e8a5ed..0000000 --- a/exampleSite/content/post/2015-07-23-letter-1.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,53 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: 'Letter 1: On Saving Time' -author: Lucius Annaeus Seneca -date: '2015-07-23' -categories: - - Letter - - Example -tags: - - Time - - Seneca - - Lucilius - - Death - - Nature - - Poverty ---- - -Greetings from Seneca to his friend Lucilius. - -Continue to act thus, my dear Lucilius – set yourself free for your own sake; gather and save your time, which till lately has been forced from you, or filched away, or has merely slipped from your hands. - -Make yourself believe the truth of my words, that certain moments are torn from us, that some are gently removed, and that others glide beyond our reach. - -The most disgraceful kind of loss, however, is that due to carelessness. - -Furthermore, if you will pay close heed to the problem, you will find that the largest portion of our life passes while we are doing ill, a goodly share while we are doing nothing, and the whole while we are doing that which is not to the purpose. - -What man can you show me who places any value on his time, who reckons the worth of each day, who understands that he is dying daily? - -For we are mistaken when we look forward to death; the major portion of death has already passed. Whatever years be behind us are in death’s hands. - -Therefore, Lucilius, do as you write me that you are doing: hold every hour in your grasp. Lay hold of to-day’s task, and you will not need to depend so much upon tomorrow’s. - -While we are postponing, life speeds by. Nothing, Lucilius, is ours, except time. - -We were entrusted by nature with the ownership of this single thing, so fleeting and slippery that anyone who will can oust us from possession. - -What fools these mortals be! They allow the cheapest and most useless things, which can easily be replaced, to be charged in the reckoning, after they have acquired them; but they never regard themselves as in debt when they have received some of that precious commodity, -time! - -And yet time is the one loan which even a grateful recipient cannot repay. - -You may desire to know how I, who preach to you so freely, am practicing I confess frankly: my expense account balances, as you would expect from one who is free-handed but careful. - -I cannot boast that I waste nothing, but I can at least tell you what I am wasting, and the cause and manner of the loss; I can give you the reasons why I am a poor man. - -My situation, however, is the same as that of many who are reduced to slender means through no fault of their own: every one forgives them, but no one comes to their rescue. - -What is the state of things, then? It is this: I do not regard a man as poor, if the little which remains is enough for him. - -I advise you, however, to keep what is really yours; and you cannot begin too early. - -For, as our ancestors believed, it is too late to spare when you reach the dregs of the cask. Of that which remains at the bottom, the amount is slight, and the quality is vile. - -Farewell. diff --git a/exampleSite/content/post/2016-02-14-letter-2.md b/exampleSite/content/post/2016-02-14-letter-2.md deleted file mode 100644 index f0df49e..0000000 --- a/exampleSite/content/post/2016-02-14-letter-2.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,59 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: 'Letter 2: On Discursiveness in Reading' -author: Lucius Annaeus Seneca -date: '2016-02-14' -categories: - - Letter - - Example -tags: - - Reading - - Seneca - - Lucilius - - Thinker - - Poverty - - Wealth ---- - -Judging by what you write me, and by what I hear, I am forming a good opinion regarding your future. - -You do not run hither and thither and distract yourself by changing your abode; for such restlessness is the sign of a disordered spirit. - -The primary indication, to my thinking, of a well-ordered mind is a man’s ability to remain in one place and linger in his own company. - -Be careful, however, lest this reading of many authors and books of every sort may tend to make you discursive and unsteady. - -You must linger among a limited number of master thinkers, and digest their works, if you would derive ideas which shall win firm hold in your mind. - -Everywhere means nowhere. - -When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends. - -And the same thing must hold true of men who seek intimate acquaintance with no single author, but visit them all in a hasty and hurried manner. - -Food does no good and is not assimilated into the body if it leaves the stomach as soon as it is eaten; nothing hinders a cure so much as frequent change of medicine; no wound will heal when one salve is tried after another; a plant which is often moved can never grow strong. - -There is nothing so efficacious that it can be helpful while it is being shifted about. And in reading of many books is distraction. - -Accordingly, since you cannot read all the books which you may possess, it is enough to possess only as many books as you can read. - -“But,” you reply, “I wish to dip first into one book and then into another.” - -I tell you that it is the sign of an overnice appetite to toy with many dishes; for when they are manifold and varied, they cloy but do not nourish. - -So you should always read standard authors; and when you crave a change, fall back upon those whom you read before. - -Each day acquire something that will fortify you against poverty, against death, indeed against other misfortunes as well; and after you have run over many thoughts, select one to be thoroughly digested that day. - -This is my own custom; from the many things which I have read, I claim some one part for myself. - -The thought for today is one which I discovered in Epicurus; for I am wont to cross over even into the enemy’s camp, – not as a deserter, but as a scout. - -He says: “Contented poverty is an honourable estate.” Indeed, if it be contented, it is not poverty at all. - -It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor. - -What does it matter how much a man has laid up in his safe, or in his warehouse, how large are his flocks and how fat his dividends, if he covets his neighbour’s property, and reckons, not his past gains, but his hopes of gains to come? - -Do you ask what is the proper limit to wealth? - -It is, first, to have what is necessary, and, second, to have what is enough. diff --git a/exampleSite/content/post/2019-07-29-letter-3.md b/exampleSite/content/post/2019-07-29-letter-3.md deleted file mode 100644 index e690be7..0000000 --- a/exampleSite/content/post/2019-07-29-letter-3.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,62 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: 'Letter 3: On True and False Friendship' -author: Lucius Annaeus Seneca -date: '2019-07-29' -categories: - - Letter - - Example -tags: - - Friendship - - Seneca - - Lucilius - - Trust -draft: true ---- - -You have sent a letter to me through the hand of a “friend” of yours, as you call him. - -And in your very next sentence you warn me not to discuss with him all the matters that concern you, saying that even you yourself are not accustomed to do this; in other words, you have in the same letter affirmed and denied that he is your friend. - -Now if you used this word of ours in the popular sense, and called him “friend” in the same way in which we speak of all candidates for election as “honourable gentlemen,” and as we greet all men whom we meet casually, if their names slip us for the moment, with the salutation “my dear sir,” – so be it. - -But if you consider any man a friend whom you do not trust as you trust yourself, you are mightily mistaken and you do not sufficiently understand what true friendship means. - -Indeed, I would have you discuss everything with a friend; but first of all discuss the man himself. When friendship is settled, you must trust; before friendship is formed, you must pass judgment. - -Those persons indeed put last first and confound their duties, who, violating the rules of Theophrastus, judge a man after they have made him their friend, instead of making him their friend after they have judged him. - -Ponder for a long time whether you shall admit a given person to your friendship; but when you have decided to admit him, welcome him with all your heart and soul. - -Speak as boldly with him as with yourself. - -As to yourself, although you should live in such a way that you trust your own self with nothing which you could not entrust even to your enemy, yet, since certain matters occur which convention keeps secret, you should share with a friend at least all your worries and reflections. - -Regard him as loyal, and you will make him loyal. - -Some, for example, fearing to be deceived, have taught men to deceive; by their suspicions they have given their friend the right to do wrong. - -Why need I keep back any words in the presence of my friend? Why should I not regard myself as alone when in his company? - -There is a class of men who communicate, to anyone whom they meet, matters which should be revealed to friends alone, and unload upon the chance listener whatever irks them. - -Others, again, fear to confide in their closest intimates; and if it were possible, they would not trust even themselves, burying their secrets deep in their hearts. - -But we should do neither. - -It is equally faulty to trust everyone and to trust no one. - -Yet the former fault is, I should say, the more ingenuous, the latter the more safe. - -In like manner you should rebuke these two kinds of men, – both those who always lack repose, and those who are always in repose. - -For love of bustle is not industry, – it is only the restlessness of a hunted mind. - -And true repose does not consist in condemning all motion as merely vexation; that kind of repose is slackness and inertia. - -Therefore, you should note the following saying, taken from my reading in Pomponius: “Some men shrink into dark corners, to such a degree that they see darkly by day.” - -No, men should combine these tendencies, and he who reposes should act and he who acts should take repose. - -Discuss the problem with Nature; she will tell you that she has created both day and night. - -Farewell. diff --git a/exampleSite/content/post/2019-07-30-letter-4.md b/exampleSite/content/post/2019-07-30-letter-4.md deleted file mode 100644 index 77dc0d3..0000000 --- a/exampleSite/content/post/2019-07-30-letter-4.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,70 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: 'Letter 4: On The Terrors of Death' -author: Lucius Annaeus Seneca -date: '2019-07-30' -categories: - - Letter - - Example -tags: - - Death - - Seneca - - Lucilius ---- - -Keep on as you have begun, and make all possible haste, so that you may have longer enjoyment of an improved mind, one that is at peace with itself. - -Doubtless you will derive enjoyment during the time when you are improving your mind and setting it at peace with itself; but quite different is the pleasure which comes from contemplation when one’s mind is so cleansed from every stain that it shines. - -You remember, of course, what joy you felt when you laid aside the garments of boyhood and donned the man’s toga, and were escorted to the forum; nevertheless, you may look for a still greater joy when you have laid aside the mind of boyhood and when wisdom has enrolled you among men. - -For it is not boyhood that still stays with us, but something worse, – boyishness. - -And this condition is all the more serious because we possess the authority of old age, together with the follies of boyhood, yea, even the follies of infancy. Boys fear trifles, children fear shadows, we fear both. - -All you need to do is to advance; you will thus understand that some things are less to be dreaded, precisely because they inspire us with great fear. - -No evil is great which is the last evil of all. Death arrives; it would be a thing to dread, if it could remain with you. But death must either not come at all, or else must come and pass away. - -“It is difficult, however,” you say, “to bring the mind to a point where it can scorn life.” But do you not see what trifling reasons impel men to scorn life? One hangs himself before the door of his mistress; another hurls himself from the house-top that he may no longer be compelled to bear the taunts of a bad-tempered master; a third, to be saved from arrest after running away, drives a sword into his vitals. Do you not suppose that virtue will be as efficacious as excessive fear? - -No man can have a peaceful life who thinks too much about lengthening it, or believes that living through many consulships is a great blessing. - -Rehearse this thought every day, that you may be able to depart from life contentedly; for many men clutch and cling to life, even as those who are carried down a rushing stream clutch and cling to briars and sharp rocks. - -Most men ebb and flow in wretchedness between the fear of death and the hardships of life; they are unwilling to live, and yet they do not know how to die. - -For this reason, make life as a whole agreeable to yourself by banishing all worry about it. - -No good thing renders its possessor happy, unless his mind is reconciled to the possibility of loss; nothing, however, is lost with less discomfort than that which, when lost, cannot be missed. - -Therefore, encourage and toughen your spirit against the mishaps that afflict even the most powerful. - -For example, the fate of Pompey was settled by a boy and a eunuch, that of Crassus by a cruel and insolent Parthian. Gaius Caesar ordered Lepidus to bare his neck for the axe of the tribune Dexter; and he himself offered his own throat to Chaerea. - -No man has ever been so far advanced by Fortune that she did not threaten him as greatly as she had previously indulged him. - -Do not trust her seeming calm; in a moment the sea is moved to its depths. The very day the ships have made a brave show in the games, they are engulfed. - -Reflect that a highwayman or an enemy may cut your throat; and, though he is not your master, every slave wields the power of life and death over you. Therefore I declare to you: he is lord of your life that scorns his own. - -Think of those who have perished through plots in their own home, slain either openly or by guile; you will that just as many have been killed by angry slaves as by angry kings. What matter, therefore, how powerful he be whom you fear, when everyone possesses the power which inspires your fear? - -“But,” you will say, “if you should chance to fall into the hands of the enemy, the conqueror will command that you be led away,” – yes, whither you are already being led. - -Why do you voluntarily deceive yourself and require to be told now for the first time what fate it is that you have long been labouring under? - -Take my word for it: since the day you were born you are being led thither. We must ponder this thought, and thoughts of the like nature, if we desire to be calm as we await that last hour, the fear of which makes all previous hours uneasy. - -But I must end my letter. - -Let me share with you the saying which pleased me to-day. It, too, is culled from another man’s Garden: “Poverty brought into conformity with the law of nature, is great wealth.” - -Do you know what limits that law of nature ordains for us? Merely to avert hunger, thirst, and cold. - -In order to banish hunger and thirst, it is not necessary for you to pay court at the doors of the purse-proud, or to submit to the stern frown, or to the kindness that humiliates; nor is it necessary for you to scour the seas, or go campaigning; nature’s needs are easily provided and ready to hand. - -It is the superfluous things for which men sweat, – the superfluous things that wear our togas threadbare, that force us to grow old in camp, that dash us upon foreign shores. That which is enough is ready to our hands. - -He who has made a fair compact with poverty is rich. - -Farewell. diff --git a/exampleSite/content/post/2020-11-10-r-markdown-demo/index.Rmd b/exampleSite/content/post/2020-11-10-r-markdown-demo/index.Rmd index 81a1b8f..5afea66 100644 --- a/exampleSite/content/post/2020-11-10-r-markdown-demo/index.Rmd +++ b/exampleSite/content/post/2020-11-10-r-markdown-demo/index.Rmd @@ -6,6 +6,8 @@ slug: r-markdown-demo features: [+sticky_menu] toc-title: Outline bibliography: packages.bib +categories: + - R --- ```{r, setup, include=FALSE} diff --git a/exampleSite/content/post/2020-11-10-r-markdown-demo/index.html b/exampleSite/content/post/2020-11-10-r-markdown-demo/index.html index 72fe2d1..2389486 100644 --- a/exampleSite/content/post/2020-11-10-r-markdown-demo/index.html +++ b/exampleSite/content/post/2020-11-10-r-markdown-demo/index.html @@ -6,6 +6,8 @@ features: [+sticky_menu] toc-title: Outline bibliography: packages.bib +categories: + - R --- @@ -218,14 +220,14 @@

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Use bibliography or references in YAML to include the bibliography database, -and use @ to cite items, e.g., @R-base generates R Core Team (2020).

+and use @ to cite items, e.g., @R-base generates R Core Team (2019).

knitr::write_bib('base', 'packages.bib')

As you can see above, we generated a .bib database with knitr::write_bib().

Citation entries are displayed in the right margin by default like footnotes. To disable this behavior, set features: [-sidenotes] in YAML.

-R Core Team. 2020. R: A Language and Environment for Statistical Computing. Vienna, Austria: R Foundation for Statistical Computing. https://www.R-project.org/. +R Core Team. 2019. R: A Language and Environment for Statistical Computing. Vienna, Austria: R Foundation for Statistical Computing. https://www.R-project.org/.
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He is not afraid of a kitten. + + +::: {.embed-right} +![moppet illustration](featured.jpg) +::: + + +This is Miss Moppet jumping just too late; she misses the Mouse and hits +her own head. + +She thinks it is a very hard cupboard! + + + + + +The Mouse watches Miss Moppet from the top of the cupboard. + +Miss Moppet ties up her head in a duster, and sits before the fire. + + + +The Mouse thinks she is looking very ill. He comes sliding down the +bell-pull. + + + + + +Miss Moppet looks worse and worse. The Mouse comes a little nearer. + + + +Miss Moppet holds her poor head in her paws, and looks at him through a +hole in the duster. The Mouse comes _very_ close. + +And then all of a sudden--Miss Moppet jumps upon the Mouse! + + + + + +And because the Mouse has teased Miss Moppet--Miss Moppet thinks she will +tease the Mouse; which is not at all nice of Miss Moppet. + +She ties him up in the duster, and tosses it about like a ball. + + + +But she forgot about that hole in the duster; and when she untied +it--there was no Mouse! + + + + + +He has wriggled out and run away; and he is dancing a jig on the top of +the cupboard! diff --git a/exampleSite/content/post/tiggywinkle/featured.jpg b/exampleSite/content/post/tiggywinkle/featured.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..65d9a58 Binary files /dev/null and b/exampleSite/content/post/tiggywinkle/featured.jpg differ diff --git a/exampleSite/content/post/tiggywinkle/index.md b/exampleSite/content/post/tiggywinkle/index.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1f3c5a4 --- /dev/null +++ b/exampleSite/content/post/tiggywinkle/index.md @@ -0,0 +1,256 @@ +--- +title: 'The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle' +author: Beatrix Potter +date: '2016-02-14' +categories: + - tale +tags: + - hedgehog +ebook: "http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/15137" +--- + +Once upon a time there was a little girl called Lucie, who lived at a farm +called Little-town. She was a good little girl--only she was always losing +her pocket-handkerchiefs! + +One day little Lucie came into the farm-yard crying--oh, she did cry so! +"I've lost my pocket-handkin! Three handkins and a pinny! Have _you_ seen +them, Tabby Kitten?" + + + +The Kitten went on washing her white paws; so Lucie asked a speckled hen-- + +"Sally Henny-penny, have _you_ found three pocket-handkins?" + +But the speckled hen ran into a barn, clucking-- + +"I go barefoot, barefoot, barefoot!" + + + + + +And then Lucie asked Cock Robin sitting on a twig. + +Cock Robin looked sideways at Lucie with his bright black eye, and he flew +over a stile and away. + +Lucie climbed upon the stile and looked up at the hill behind +Little-town--a hill that goes up--up--into the clouds as though it had no +top! + +And a great way up the hill-side she thought she saw some white things +spread upon the grass. + + + +Lucie scrambled up the hill as fast as her stout legs would carry her; she +ran along a steep path-way--up and up--until Little-town was right away +down below--she could have dropped a pebble down the chimney! + + + +Presently she came to a spring, bubbling out from the hill-side. + +Some one had stood a tin can upon a stone to catch the water--but the +water was already running over, for the can was no bigger than an egg-cup! +And where the sand upon the path was wet--there were foot-marks of a +_very_ small person. + +Lucie ran on, and on. + + + +The path ended under a big rock. The grass was short and green, and there +were clothes--props cut from bracken stems, with lines of plaited rushes, +and a heap of tiny clothes pins--but no pocket-handkerchiefs! + +But there was something else--a door! straight into the hill; and inside +it some one was singing-- + + "Lily-white and clean, oh! + With little frills between, oh! + Smooth and hot--red rusty spot + Never here be seen, oh!" + + + +Lucie, knocked--once--twice, and interrupted the song. A little frightened +voice called out "Who's that?" + +Lucie opened the door: and what do you think there was inside the hill?--a +nice clean kitchen with a flagged floor and wooden beams--just like any +other farm kitchen. Only the ceiling was so low that Lucie's head nearly +touched it; and the pots and pans were small, and so was everything +there. + + + +There was a nice hot singey smell; and at the table, with an iron in her +hand stood a very stout short person staring anxiously at Lucie. + +Her print gown was tucked up, and she was wearing a large apron over her +striped petticoat. Her little black nose went sniffle, sniffle, snuffle, +and her eyes went twinkle, twinkle; and underneath her cap--where Lucie +had yellow curls--that little person had PRICKLES! + + + +"Who are you?" said Lucie. "Have you seen my pocket-handkins?" + +The little person made a bob-curtsey--"Oh, yes, if you please'm; my name +is Mrs. Tiggy-winkle; oh, yes if you please'm, I'm an excellent +clear-starcher!" And she took something out of a clothes-basket, and +spread it on the ironing-blanket. + + + +"What's that thing?" said Lucie--"that's not my pocket-handkin?" + +"Oh no, if you please'm; that's a little scarlet waist-coat belonging to +Cock Robin!" + +And she ironed it and folded it, and put it on one side. + + + +Then she took something else off a clothes-horse-- + +"That isn't my pinny?" said Lucie. + +"Oh no, if you please'm; that's a damask table-cloth belonging to Jenny +Wren; look how it's stained with currant wine! It's very bad to wash!" +said Mrs. Tiggy-winkle. + + + +Mrs. Tiggy-winkle's nose went sniffle, sniffle, snuffle, and her eyes went +twinkle, twinkle; and she fetched another hot iron from the fire. + + + +"There's one of my pocket-handkins!" cried Lucie--"and there's my pinny!" + +Mrs. Tiggy-winkle ironed it, and goffered it, and shook out the frills. + +"Oh that _is_ lovely!" said Lucie. + + + +"And what are those long yellow things with fingers like gloves?" + +"Oh, that's a pair of stockings belonging to Sally Henny-penny--look how +she's worn the heels out with scratching in the yard! She'll very soon go +barefoot!" said Mrs. Tiggy-winkle. + + + +"Why, there's another handkersniff--but it isn't mine; it's red?" + +"Oh no, if you please'm; that one belongs to old Mrs. Rabbit; and it _did_ +so smell of onions! I've had to wash it separately, I can't get out the +smell." + +"There's another one of mine," said Lucie. + + + +"What are those funny little white things?" + +"That's a pair of mittens belonging to Tabby Kitten; I only have to iron +them; she washes them herself." + +"There's my last pocket-handkin!" said Lucie. + + + +"And what are you dipping into the basin of starch?" + +"They're little dicky shirt-fronts belonging to Tom Titmouse--most +terrible particular!" said Mrs. Tiggy-winkle. "Now I've finished my +ironing; I'm going to air some clothes." + + + +"What are these dear soft fluffy things?" said Lucie. + +"Oh those are woolly coats belonging to the little lambs at Skelghyl." + +"Will their jackets take off?" asked Lucie. + +"Oh yes, if you please'm; look at the sheep-mark on the shoulder. And +here's one marked for Gatesgarth, and three that come from Little-town. +They're _always_ marked at washing!" said Mrs. Tiggy-winkle. + + + +And she hung up all sorts and sizes of clothes--small brown coats of mice; +and one velvety black moleskin waist-coat; and a red tailcoat with no tail +belonging to Squirrel Nutkin; and a very much shrunk blue jacket belonging +to Peter Rabbit; and a petticoat, not marked, that had gone lost in the +washing--and at last the basket was empty! + + + +"Then Mrs. Tiggy-winkle made tea--a cup for herself and a cup for Lucie. +They sat before the fire on a bench and looked sideways at one another. +Mrs. Tiggy-winkle's hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very brown, and +very very wrinkly with the soap-suds; and all through her gown and her +cap, there were _hair-pins_ sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn't +like to sit too near her. + + + +When they had finished tea, they tied up the clothes in bundles; and +Lucie's pocket-handkerchiefs were folded up inside her clean pinny, and +fastened with a silver safety-pin. + +And then they made up the fire with turf, and came out and locked the +door, and hid the key under the door-sill. + + + +Then away down the hill trotted Lucie and Mrs. Tiggy-winkle with the +bundles of clothes! + +All the way down the path little animals came out of the fern to meet +them; the very first that they met were Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny! + + + +And she gave them their nice clean clothes; and all the little animals and +birds were so very much obliged to dear Mrs. Tiggy-winkle. + + + +So that at the bottom of the hill when they came to the stile, there was +nothing left to carry except Lucie's one little bundle. + + + +Lucie scrambled up the stile with the bundle in her hand; and then she +turned to say "Good-night," and to thank the washer-woman--But what a +_very_ odd thing! Mrs. Tiggy-winkle had not waited either for thanks or +for the washing bill! + +She was running running running up the hill--and where was her white +frilled cap? and her shawl? and her gown--and her petticoat? + + + +And _how_ small she had grown--and _how_ brown--and covered with PRICKLES! + +Why! Mrs. Tiggy-winkle was nothing but a HEDGEHOG. + + * * * * * + + (Now some people say that little Lucie had been asleep upon the + stile--but then how could she have found three clean + pocket-handkins and a pinny, pinned with a silver safety-pin? + + And besides--_I_ have seen that door into the back of the hill + called Cat Bells--and besides _I_ am very well acquainted with + dear Mrs. Tiggy-winkle!) + + diff --git a/exampleSite/content/post/two-bad-mice/featured.jpg b/exampleSite/content/post/two-bad-mice/featured.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eaf675f Binary files /dev/null and b/exampleSite/content/post/two-bad-mice/featured.jpg differ diff --git a/exampleSite/content/post/two-bad-mice/index.md b/exampleSite/content/post/two-bad-mice/index.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..39f9d81 --- /dev/null +++ b/exampleSite/content/post/two-bad-mice/index.md @@ -0,0 +1,198 @@ +--- +title: 'The Tale of Two Bad Mice' +author: Beatrix Potter +date: '2015-07-23' +categories: + - tale +tags: + - mice +ebook: "http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/45264" +--- + +ONCE upon a time there was a very beautiful doll's-house; it was red +brick with white windows, and it had real muslin curtains and a front +door and a chimney. + +IT belonged to two Dolls called Lucinda and Jane; at least it belonged +to Lucinda, but she never ordered meals. + +Jane was the Cook; but she never did any cooking, because the dinner +had been bought ready-made, in a box full of shavings. + + + + + +THERE were two red lobsters and a ham, a fish, a pudding, and some +pears and oranges. + +They would not come off the plates, but they were extremely beautiful. + +ONE morning Lucinda and Jane had gone out for a drive in the doll's +perambulator. There was no one in the nursery, and it was very quiet. +Presently there was a little scuffling, scratching noise in a corner +near the fire-place, where there was a hole under the skirting-board. + +Tom Thumb put out his head for a moment, and then popped it in again. + +Tom Thumb was a mouse. + + + + + +A MINUTE afterwards, Hunca Munca, his wife, put her head out, too; and +when she saw that there was no one in the nursery, she ventured out on +the oilcloth under the coal-box. + +THE doll's-house stood at the other side of the fire-place. Tom Thumb +and Hunca Munca went cautiously across the hearthrug. They pushed the +front door--it was not fast. + + + + + +TOM THUMB and Hunca Munca went upstairs and peeped into the +dining-room. Then they squeaked with joy! + +Such a lovely dinner was laid out upon the table! There were tin +spoons, and lead knives and forks, and two dolly-chairs--all _so_ +convenient! + +TOM THUMB set to work at once to carve the ham. It was a beautiful +shiny yellow, streaked with red. + +The knife crumpled up and hurt him; he put his finger in his mouth. + +"It is not boiled enough; it is hard. You have a try, Hunca Munca." + + + + + +HUNCA MUNCA stood up in her chair, and chopped at the ham with another +lead knife. + +"It's as hard as the hams at the cheesemonger's," said Hunca Munca. + +THE ham broke off the plate with a jerk, and rolled under the table. + +"Let it alone," said Tom Thumb; "give me some fish, Hunca Munca!" + + + + + +HUNCA MUNCA tried every tin spoon in turn; the fish was glued to the +dish. + +Then Tom Thumb lost his temper. He put the ham in the middle of the +floor, and hit it with the tongs and with the shovel--bang, bang, +smash, smash! + +The ham flew all into pieces, for underneath the shiny paint it was +made of nothing but plaster! + +THEN there was no end to the rage and disappointment of Tom Thumb and +Hunca Munca. They broke up the pudding, the lobsters, the pears and the +oranges. + +As the fish would not come off the plate, they put it into the red-hot +crinkly paper fire in the kitchen; but it would not burn either. + + + + + +TOM THUMB went up the kitchen chimney and looked out at the top--there +was no soot. + +WHILE Tom Thumb was up the chimney, Hunca Munca had another +disappointment. She found some tiny canisters upon the dresser, +labelled--Rice--Coffee--Sago--but when she turned them upside down, +there was nothing inside except red and blue beads. + + + + + +THEN those mice set to work to do all the mischief they +could--especially Tom Thumb! He took Jane's clothes out of the chest of +drawers in her bedroom, and he threw them out of the top floor window. + +But Hunca Munca had a frugal mind. After pulling half the feathers out +of Lucinda's bolster, she remembered that she herself was in want of a +feather bed. + +WITH Tom Thumb's assistance she carried the bolster downstairs, and +across the hearth-rug. It was difficult to squeeze the bolster into the +mouse-hole; but they managed it somehow. + + + + + +THEN Hunca Munca went back and fetched a chair, a book-case, a +bird-cage, and several small odds and ends. The book-case and the +bird-cage refused to go into the mouse-hole. + +HUNCA MUNCA left them behind the coal-box, and went to fetch a cradle. + + + + + +HUNCA MUNCA was just returning with another chair, when suddenly there +was a noise of talking outside upon the landing. The mice rushed back +to their hole, and the dolls came into the nursery. + +WHAT a sight met the eyes of Jane and Lucinda! + +Lucinda sat upon the upset kitchen stove and stared; and Jane leant +against the kitchen dresser and smiled--but neither of them made any +remark. + + + + + +THE book-case and the bird-cage were rescued from under the +coal-box--but Hunca Munca has got the cradle, and some of Lucinda's +clothes. + +SHE also has some useful pots and pans, and several other things. + + + + + +THE little girl that the doll's-house belonged to, said,--"I will get +a doll dressed like a policeman!" + +BUT the nurse said,--"I will set a mouse-trap!" + + + +SO that is the story of the two Bad Mice,--but they were not so very +very naughty after all, because Tom Thumb paid for everything he broke. + +He found a crooked sixpence under the hearthrug; and upon Christmas +Eve, he and Hunca Munca stuffed it into one of the stockings of Lucinda +and Jane. + + + + + +AND very early every morning--before anybody is awake--Hunca Munca +comes with her dust-pan and her broom to sweep the Dollies' house! + + THE END. + + + + PRINTED BY + EDMUND EVANS, + THE RACQUET COURT PRESS, + LONDON, S.E. diff --git a/exampleSite/content/project/conservation/index.md b/exampleSite/content/project/conservation/index.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..438e5dc --- /dev/null +++ b/exampleSite/content/project/conservation/index.md @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +--- +title: Conservation +author: Beatrix Potter +date: '2017-06-14' +tags: + - bunnies +slug: land +--- + +https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/beatrix-potter-gallery-and-hawkshead/features/beatrix-potter-the-lake-district-and-the-national-trust diff --git a/exampleSite/content/project/literature/index.md b/exampleSite/content/project/literature/index.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..45da6be --- /dev/null +++ b/exampleSite/content/project/literature/index.md @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +--- +title: Writing & Illustration +author: Beatrix Potter +date: '2017-06-14' +categories: + - author + - artist +tags: + - bunnies +slug: books +--- + +As a way to earn money in the 1890s, Beatrix and her brother began to print Christmas cards of their own design, as well as cards for special occasions. Mice and rabbits were the most frequent subject of her fantasy paintings. In 1890, the firm of Hildesheimer and Faulkner bought several of the drawings of her rabbit Benjamin Bunny to illustrate verses by Frederic Weatherly titled A Happy Pair. In 1893, the same printer bought several more drawings for Weatherly's Our Dear Relations, another book of rhymes, and the following year Potter sold a series of frog illustrations and verses for Changing Pictures, a popular annual offered by the art publisher Ernest Nister. Potter was pleased by this success and determined to publish her own illustrated stories. + +Whenever Potter went on holiday to the Lake District or Scotland, she sent letters to young friends, illustrating them with quick sketches. Many of these letters were written to the children of her former governess Annie Carter Moore, particularly to Moore's eldest son Noel who was often ill. In September 1893, Potter was on holiday at Eastwood in Dunkeld, Perthshire. She had run out of things to say to Noel, and so she told him a story about "four little rabbits whose names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail and Peter". It became one of the most famous children's letters ever written and the basis of Potter's future career as a writer-artist-storyteller. diff --git a/exampleSite/content/project/science/featured.jpg b/exampleSite/content/project/science/featured.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5173134 Binary files /dev/null and b/exampleSite/content/project/science/featured.jpg differ diff --git a/exampleSite/content/project/science/index.md b/exampleSite/content/project/science/index.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9a007e2 --- /dev/null +++ b/exampleSite/content/project/science/index.md @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +--- +title: Mycology +author: Beatrix Potter +date: '2017-06-13' +categories: + - artist + - scientist +tags: + - flora + - fauna +slug: mycology +source: "https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatrix_Potter#Scientific_illustrations_and_work_in_mycology" +--- + +Beatrix Potter's parents did not discourage higher education. As was common in the Victorian era, women of her class were privately educated and rarely went to university. + +::: {.embed-right} +![mycology illustration](featured.jpg) +::: + +
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+ +Beatrix Potter was interested in every branch of natural science save astronomy. Botany was a passion for most Victorians and nature study was a popular enthusiasm. Potter was eclectic in her tastes: collecting fossils, studying archaeological artefacts from London excavations, and interested in entomology. In all these areas, she drew and painted her specimens with increasing skill. By the 1890s, her scientific interests centred on mycology. First drawn to fungi because of their colours and evanescence in nature and her delight in painting them, her interest deepened after meeting Charles McIntosh, a revered naturalist and amateur mycologist, during a summer holiday in Dunkeld in Perthshire in 1892. He helped improve the accuracy of her illustrations, taught her taxonomy, and supplied her with live specimens to paint during the winter. Curious as to how fungi reproduced, Potter began microscopic drawings of fungus spores (the agarics) and in 1895 developed a theory of their germination. Through the connections of her uncle Sir Henry Enfield Roscoe, a chemist and vice-chancellor of the University of London, she consulted with botanists at Kew Gardens, convincing George Massee of her ability to germinate spores and her theory of hybridisation.[30] She did not believe in the theory of symbiosis proposed by Simon Schwendener, the German mycologist, as previously thought; instead, she proposed a more independent process of reproduction. + +> "Potter was, nevertheless, a pioneering mycologist, one whose intelligence and inquisitiveness might have been channeled into a career in science had she possessed the Y chromosome required for most Victorian professions. Fortunately, her considerable artistic talents gave her other outlets for her ambition." +> +> --- Nicholas P. Money + +Rebuffed by William Thiselton-Dyer, the Director at Kew, because of her sex and her amateur status, Beatrix wrote up her conclusions and submitted a paper, On the Germination of the Spores of the Agaricineae, to the Linnean Society in 1897. It was introduced by Massee because, as a female, Potter could not attend proceedings or read her paper. She subsequently withdrew it, realising that some of her samples were contaminated, but continued her microscopic studies for several more years. Her paper has only recently been rediscovered, along with the rich, artistic illustrations and drawings that accompanied it. Her work is only now being properly evaluated. Potter later gave her other mycological and scientific drawings to the Armitt Museum and Library in Ambleside, where mycologists still refer to them to identify fungi. There is also a collection of her fungus paintings at the Perth Museum and Art Gallery in Perth, Scotland, donated by Charles McIntosh. In 1967, the mycologist W.P.K. Findlay included many of Potter's beautifully accurate fungus drawings in his Wayside & Woodland Fungi, thereby fulfilling her desire to one day have her fungus drawings published in a book. In 1997, the Linnean Society issued a posthumous apology to Potter for the sexism displayed in its handling of her research. + +Read more: diff --git a/exampleSite/content/work/2017-06-13-tragedies.md b/exampleSite/content/work/2017-06-13-tragedies.md deleted file mode 100644 index 753ec26..0000000 --- a/exampleSite/content/work/2017-06-13-tragedies.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,25 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: Seneca's tragedies -author: Lucius Annaeus Seneca -date: '2017-06-13' -categories: - - Publication - - Example -slug: tragedies ---- - -_Fabulae crepidatae_ (tragedies with Greek subjects): - -- Hercules or Hercules furens (The Madness of Hercules) -- Troades (The Trojan Women) -- Phoenissae (The Phoenician Women) -- Medea -- Phaedra -- Oedipus -- Agamemnon -- Thyestes -- Hercules Oetaeus (Hercules on Oeta): generally considered not written by Seneca. First rejected by Heinsius. - -Fabula praetexta (tragedy in Roman setting): - -- Octavia: almost certainly not written by Seneca (at least in its final form) since it contains accurate prophecies of both his and Nero’s deaths. This play closely resembles Seneca's plays in style, but was probably written some time after Seneca's death (perhaps under Vespasian) by someone influenced by Seneca and aware of the events of his lifetime. Though attributed textually to Seneca, the attribution was early questioned by Petrarch, and rejected by Lipsius. diff --git a/exampleSite/content/work/2017-06-14-essays.md b/exampleSite/content/work/2017-06-14-essays.md deleted file mode 100644 index 27d41bb..0000000 --- a/exampleSite/content/work/2017-06-14-essays.md +++ /dev/null @@ -1,21 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: Seneca's essays -author: Lucius Annaeus Seneca -date: '2017-06-14' -categories: - - Essay - - Example -tags: - - Tutorial -slug: essays ---- - -Traditionally given in the following order: - -1. _De Providentia_ (_On providence_) - addressed to Lucilius -1. _De Constantia Sapientis_ (_On the Firmness of the Wise Person_) - addressed to Serenus -1. _De Ira_ (_On anger_) – A study on the consequences and the control of anger - addressed to his brother Novatus -1. _Ad Marciam, De consolatione_ (_To Marcia, On Consolation_) – Consoles her on the death of her son -1. _De Vita Beata_ (_On the Happy Life_) - addressed to Gallio - -... diff --git a/exampleSite/data/authors.yaml b/exampleSite/data/authors.yaml index f83e94d..738ee77 100644 --- a/exampleSite/data/authors.yaml +++ b/exampleSite/data/authors.yaml @@ -15,3 +15,7 @@ bio: > Lucius Annaeus Seneca was a Hispano-Roman Stoic philosopher, statesman, dramatist, and—in one work—satirist from the Silver Age of Latin literature. + +- name: "Beatrix Potter" + bio: > + Beatrix Potter is known for her gentle children's books and beautiful illustrations. Since her first book was published in 1902, Potter has been recognized as an author, artist, scientist and conservationist.