By Wilmot Godfrey James
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Книга характеризует sixty three семейства пауков, которые присутствуют в регионе, встречаясь не только в пустынях, лесах, на морских берегах, но и в загородных домах. Пауки подразделены на строящих ловчие сети, живущих на почве и на растениях, что, вместе с графическими символами и черно-белыми диаграммами диагностических свойств, обеспечивает быструю и легкую идентификацию в полевых условиях.
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The coughing finally subsided, and he sat up. He held the Marlboro between his tobacco-stained fingers. “Nails in your coffin,” he gasped, staring at the cigarette. “That’s all these sons of bitches are, Tully. Nails in your coffin. ” I placed the conch shell on the table beside his bed. “I lost it and thought I would never find it again. Then early this morning —” “I know,” he wheezed. ” And with that, Johnny Red Dust rekindled the magic my father had taught me to believe in. He stubbed out the cigarette and then took several deep breaths from the oxygen tank.
The battle of the Heartache poodle ranch certainly would not make the history books, but it was definitely a life-altering day in my world. Before I even knew what was happening, I had smashed Thelma’s massage table through her window. An hour later, I put the conch shell on the dash of my pickup; crammed my saddle, two-piece art collection, clothes, and radio into the tack compartment of my horse trailer; loaded in Mr. Twain; rubbed the wooden gecko around my neck for good luck; and never looked back.
He made mistakes, and that seemed more in tune with the way my life was working out in the real world. He thumbed his nose at authority. To put it in today’s terms, Butch Cassidy didn’t work for The Man. He was his own man. He ran away to Patagonia. The West was changing, and so was I. Now, looking back, I have to thank old Roy for teaching me that when you fall from your horse, you climb back in the saddle and plow ahead. From Butch, I figured out that what I wanted to be was my own man—just a good guy with a few bad habits.
Africa in the Age of Biology (Africa Human Genome Initiative) by Wilmot Godfrey James