鈥淏ut, Miss Belsize, I shall go perfectly mad if you don鈥檛 tell me how you happened to be there at all!鈥? 鈥淚 don鈥檛 think it鈥檚 conspicuously fair on me,鈥?I retorted, 鈥渢o set me to cover up your pal鈥檚 tracks, to give me a lie like that to act all day, and then not to take one into the secret when he does turn up. I call it trading on a fellow鈥檚 good-nature 鈥?not that I care a curse!鈥? When the design was finally locked in, Jobs called the Macintosh team together for a ceremony. 鈥淩eal artists sign their work,鈥?he said. So he got out a sheet of drafting paper and a Sharpie pen and had all of them sign their names. The signatures were engraved inside each Macintosh. No one would ever see them, but the members of the team knew that their signatures were inside, just as they knew that the circuit board was laid out as elegantly as possible. Jobs called them each up by name, one at a time. Burrell Smith went first. Jobs waited until last, after all forty-five of the others. He found a place right in the center of the sheet and signed his name in lowercase letters with a grand flair. Then he toasted them with champagne. 鈥淲ith moments like this, he got us seeing our work as art,鈥?said Atkinson. "The agent determined, however, to make the effort to induce the Indians to give up their good land and accept the other tract, which nobody wanted. Accordingly he called a council of the chiefs and principal men and thus addressed them: 'My red brothers, your Great Father at Washington said he was determined to send an honest man to treat with his red children. He looked toward the North, the East, the South and West to find this honest man. When he saw me he said, "this is the honest man whom I will send to treat with my red children." Brothers, look at me; the winds of more than fifty-five winters have blown over my head and silvered it with gray, but during all these years, I have never wronged any man. Brothers, as your friend and as an honest man, I ask you to sign this treaty.' After the usual meditative pause. Old Shah-Bah-Skong arose and answered as follows: 'The winds of more than fifty-five years have blown over my head and silvered my hair, but they have not blown away my brains.' This ended the council." 一本道理高清在线播放 免费视频高清在线观看 一本到观看视频 鈥淭he police, eh?鈥?said Levy, with a sinister recovery of self-control. 鈥淵ou鈥檇 better leave that to me, you precious pair of swindlers!鈥? 鈥淣o, no!鈥?said my father, 鈥渢he thing is to cure him: he must go to some school in England, that鈥檒l cure him.鈥?