#Wiley old half-breed

[opiote]

Okay everyone there was a blog I followed on my deleted account that was just short comedic writings about the trials and tribulations of a guy who was really into shitty cars. Like the whole blog was just short stories about someone modding old piece of shit cars and the shenanigans that resulted from that. Someone please remember it and tell me the blog name

[queeniecook]

December 1

Dakota Laws was regretting his trip to the Magic realm. The weather was perfect - as always, the weather never changes in the realm - but his current company was not pleasant. He had been minding his own business, simply practicing a new spell he had read in the library when he was approached by another warlock - one he had seen in passing a few times but had never interacted with. Until today.

"I don't know why my heritage is any of your concern, Mr. Whittaker." Dakota bites out. One would think that if anyone had anything to say to him about his family, it would be about his father. Dakota is doing his best not to fly off the handle and remain calm, trying not to revert to his old ways but sometimes a person can only take so much before they explode.

"You're a half breed and you shouldn't be here!" The older warlock shouts back. The fellow had been ragging on Dakota about his Mother being human for the last twenty minutes, unbeknownst to the duo- they have an audience. 

Dakota can hear his familiar, Poe, caw at the other warlock in anger. The magical bird is feeling what Dakota is feeling. Rage. If it was about his Father, Dakota wouldn't care but when anyone has a bad word to say about his Mom, that's another story. She raised two boys basically by herself. Luna Villareal will always be an angel in his eyes.

"Maybe we should see who really doesn't belong here?" Dakota suggests, he has no doubt he can beat this guy in a duel, despite the age difference. 

The two warlocks step closer to the dueling grounds as their captive audience watches, amused and very interested in the outcome.

The warlocks fire shots at each other, each one landing a few blows. It's not long before it becomes obvious who the stronger warlock is but Mr. Whittaker stands his ground until Dakota gives one last push with his powers. By this time, their audience has moved to stand behind Dakota. Unlike the younger warlock, James has dealt with Wiley Whittaker on and off during the years. He's a sore loser. it's not beyond Wiley to not respect the laws of a duel and fire at his opponent after the duel has been decided.

"Hmm, not bad." James compliments Dakota, sounded surprised though he isn't. He's dueled Dakota himself on two occasions. He knew the younger man would best the older man. 

Dakota jerks back, not even realizing James was there. That's how focused he had been on proving Mr. Whittaker wrong. He looks at James, wondering if he's about to have to defend himself against not one but two warlocks. He backs up a little, ready for a fight -right as Mr. Whittaker picks himself up off the ground and begins dusting off his suit jacket.

"Looks like you got your arse kicked, Wiley. You should know a strong ancient bloodline beats out human genes any day." James gloats, though it's not his victory to boast. 

Dakota pauses at James' words. He shouldn't be shocked that James knows who his father is. He just hadn't considered it before that moment. Maybe that's why James had been trying to get him to become an ally.

"James...why am I not surprised that you're here, trying to suck up to the young whelp so he won't usurp you from your throne of being the realm's royal douchebag?" Wiley growls at James, completely forgetting Dakota. He didn't like the young warlock but James - he despises him all because many years ago he found his fiance in bed with James. 

James chuckles so hard he could feel it vibrating his chest. "I think you claimed that crown long before I did. Willie."

Dakota stands there, quietly wondering if he and Poe can silently side step their way out of there and leave the two men to kill each other.

"It's WILEY." that's all that's said before Mr. Whittaker gaves James an actual shove. Before Dakota even has time to blink, James has uttered a spell that has turned his once opponent green. 

Dakota finally blinks, drawing a breath - almost frozen to the spot. James is quick. Extremely quick.

An inhumane sound comes from Wiley Whittaker as he's electrocuted but shockingly, to Dakota, is left alive. He feels if he hadn't been there, James would have killed the warlock. Can't have a witness after all.

Moments pass by as Dakota stares at James and James stares down the now crispy warlock, who wisley runs for it, almost launching himself into some roses bushes on the way out. Dakota for his part, doesn't know what to say, so he simply turns to leave. He gets to the bridge before he hears James call to him. He halts, turning to look at James.

"Looks James, I don't....know what all of this was. But if you expect some kind of thank you, not gonna happen." Dakota states. He's highly suspicious of James getting involved in the situation but there also was clear animosity between James and Mr. Whittaker. Maybe it actually had nothing to do with him. 

James smirks slightly at Dakota, he knows he's confused the heck out of the young man. Frankly, he enjoyed seeing Wiley get his butt kicked in a duel and enjoyed it even more torturing the man a bit. He had been watching Dakota once he discovered the young warlock was in the realm at the same time as him but he hadn't planned for them to be there the same day. Sometimes, fate or whatever you want to call it steps in. That's what his own Mother had always told him.

"Don't let anyone ever put you down. Always stand up for yourself." James tells Dakota, he isn't even sure why he's saying it but it's flowing out of him for some reason.

"I'm not you, James." Dakota states, crossing his arms and still making sure there's distance between them.

"You can be a good man and not be a doormat for people." He knows it sounds odd coming from his lips, considering the kind of person he is. "You come from an very powerful ancient bloodline, you have a right to be here just like everyone else."

And with that, James disappears in a sparkly fog using a transportalate spell and leaving a stunned Dakota behind.

[silver-blooded-synthetics]

@ir-01​ asked:

"Well, most of the animals here are captive bred." Rachel began to explain. "Well, technically they're lab grown, but they're raised their entire lives in captivity with exception of a few from Isla Sorna. Sobek, our Spinosaurus, is one of them. He's incredibly cranky and rather temperamental, which is why he's a monorail exclusive attraction. No direct guest interaction.

"Aside from the herbivores and piscivores we have, holding carnivorous animals is a bit difficult. We can't exactly catch wild dinosaurs on the regular to feed our animals because it's unethical for the wild animals and dangerous for the animals habituated to humans and captivity that we have. It's why it's not a good idea to feed a pet snake a live mouse." She shrugged, looking at Errol. "It's unethical to put the mouse through that and dangerous for the snake. It could get seriously injured, since it's not a wild animal and thus isn't as adept with hunting as a wild snake would be.

"We also don't have the resources to breed and generate dinosaurs specifically for the purpose of feeding other dinosaurs, so we can't exactly make a dinosaur farm that way." She added. "So, our solution is either import meat from local sources or offer smaller animals for our carnivores to hunt. Rexy is fed this way, though leave it to Doctor Allan Grant to suggest that she should actually chase the goat instead of eat it tethered."

Rachel laughed. "Especially with the raptor pack, the hunt keeps the old tyrannosaur feeling young and it reflects positively in her health. So, we've been doing the same with our hunting carnivores. The scavengers are perfectly fine eating meat that has already been prepared."

She then gestured to the indoraptor, hidden in the shadows of the foliage as Wiley kept on sharp alert. The deadly dinosaur's supple and lithe form was a sight to behold, truly.

"Ripper is the only exception." She stated. "Wiley is a wild dinosaur that's been causing problems and evading capture for a while. Anything less than a challenge would be a failure on my part to keep up my end of the bargain and he would not have a captive-bred dinosaur as prey. Even when he gets injured, he still licks his wounds with pride. We have an excellent paleoveterinarian team looking after all the dinosaurs and Ripper is surprisingly patient with them, not even putting up so much as a fuss."

She'd like to think that it was because they probably treated him differently than anyone else who was tasked to look after him in his life, before. They saw him as something to keep alive. The vet team here saw him the way she saw him.

A creature deserving of healthy respect.

It was amusing watching Ripper pretend to be polite in the presence of Dr. Gerry and Dr. Romano. Jackie's peppy attitude was definitely grating to the indoraptor, but he tolerated her.

“It sounds like a complicated problem,” Errol commented, listening to all the nuances that made it so difficult to feet Ripper and many of the other carnivorous dinosaurs in the park. “Perhaps it would give Ripper some mental stimulation to figure out that problem for himself,” Errol said, half jokingly.

He wasn’t sure if the indoraptor would be interested in such a puzzle, but it was a problem that needed a solution, and if Ripper was half as smart as he touted he was, he could come up with something. “I suppose for now, the solution you have here is good enough. It won’t last, but for now...” Errol trailed off, watching Ripper to see what his next move would be.

[cosmosogler]

today i got up just a little late, despite going to bed a little earlier than i have been the last few days. my dreams involved a lot of waiting and seemed to drag on for hours. it was the worst.

i did call and get my meds transferred to the pharmacy near my house and can pick those up tomorrow sometime. and... i canceled my appointments with my therapist. mom didn’t end up doing any research on new places though. i can always depend on her to not do the things i depend on her to do.

other than that all i really did was play pokemon. i gave like a third of my old competitive pokemon from gen 5 (before the breeding overhaul) to some kid while i tried to very slowly eat some soup for lunch. it took almost an hour. he was very persuasive. i hope he uses them and has fun.

i have also been wonder trading out the good pokemon that came out of my latest training nonsense. i got a lot of caterpies in return, but i also got a couple cool things. and weird things. like a shiny oricorio with 0 ivs in every stat but attack and one of the worst possible natures. i love picking up bizarre things. i have no idea what i’m going to do with it though, other than put it in my “wonder trade” box in the bank.

diogi’s gotten a lot worse over the last few days. dad actually gave her a painkiller yesterday. she can hardly hold herself up. dad said he wishes she’d stop trying to jump around every time anything mildly exciting happens. 

i also took wiley out for a walk and it took an hour to make a lap around the neighborhood. he’s lucky he’s a gorgeous dog or else the neighbors probably wouldn’t think it as cute when he insists on saying hello. by the time we were getting close to home, it was so hot out that wiley didn’t want to leave the shade every time we passed under a tree. it wouldn’t take so long if he didn’t stop to check out every bush...

eve’s got her surgery scheduled. i don’t know exactly when, but dad talked to my uncle about it so i know it’s in the books. i wish i knew how uncomfortable the tumor makes her, and whether or not the surgeries help. last time she had it done she didn’t even need to wear a cone because she didn’t pick at the stitches. so maybe she kinda knows what it’s for.

tomorrow i’m going to tentatively plan on sorting out my graduation stuff and sending out that email. and pick up my meds once they get called in. three things. i hope i can do that. and maybe i’ll ask asher when he wants to hang out next. since my fridays are free now and stuff. maybe i’ll see if we can work out how to play onitama. he was pretty good at card wars when we gave it a try, so maybe he’ll do well at this one too.

oh i did have a really fun elite four run when i forgot to refill my stock of revives before starting. it came down to one underleveled pokemon against professor kukui’s team, which might be the hardest championship battle. i won by pure luck, my serperior did that “toughed it out so you wouldn’t be sad!” thing twice in a row which let me get in the hits i needed. the next challenge was rationing out my remaining pp against a snorlax and magnezone. it took forever, and i probably could have completed an entire extra run in the time it took to win that battle had i actually bothered to prepare, but it was nice to have to struggle and roll the dice against the computer for once.

soon i will have given away ALL of my (current) non-competitive pokemon! and then... i dunno, i guess i’ll feel like maybe someone got something cool from me. after that i’ll need a bazillion bottle caps, and to train a bazillion pokemon to level 100 so i can use those bottle caps, and to collect all the money in the world so i can buy those fancy bags, and to actually do the battle tree and stuff, and fill in the missing spots in my “complete collection of every species of pokemon under my trainer id” boxes in pokemon bank... still plenty to do. i might need to re-breed my krookodile, since it only has a neutral nature instead of a good one, but my friends went through a lot of effort to hack a nickname onto him. incidentally, i have more than one pokemon that’s named on a variation of snoop dogg. 

nicknaming pokemon is a delicate art. that’s why i still have a snorunt i named “freezie pie”. 

i know i laugh at my own jokes a lot, but every time i see freezie pie, and the jittering 3 d model of a really cold triangle man, i can’t help but smile. it might be my favorite pokemon nickname other than the shiny poliwhirl eric gave me named “snoop frogg”.

anyway, it’s a little after 1 now, and i have yet again spent a good half hour rambling about pokemon using jargon nobody who doesn’t play the games will understand. effective communicator, right here!

i feel like i have something else to talk about. but there are two things keeping me from saying anything about it. the first is that i feel like i would be explaining a joke that only i understand, and explaining it would make it somehow less funny. the other reason is that i can’t remember what the thing i wanted to talk about actually was.

[christinaepilzauthor-blog]

Rights and responsibilities of land ownership

by Maria Grace

By the time of the 1801 census, England had a population of just over eight million living in a country of some thirty two million acres - and eighty to ninety percent of this land was owned by the aristocracy or landed gentry, (Adkins, 2013) nearly half in the hands of about 5,000 families in total. (Lane, 2005) The remainder belonged to institutions like the church or colleges or to attorneys, shopkeepers and bankers of the market towns. (Davidoff, 2002) These families enjoyed considerable status and power associated with land ownership, but with the rights, came a number of social responsibilities. 

Land owner rights & power

Voting rights

Landowners had the right to vote, which non-land owners did not. Thus, Parliament was controlled by those whose wealth came from the land rather than trade until the early 1830's. Moreover, the landed classes also controlled government at the local, shire level through service as local magistrates and participation in other local political roles

John Harriott (1745–1817), English mariner and magistrate.

Justice of the peace/magistrate

In rural areas, a magistrate or justice of the peace served as the principal legal authority of the area. The primary qualification for the post of magistrate was to own an estate worth more than a hundred pounds a year. Few with estates that small held the position, though. Since the post was unpaid and involved substantial duties, it typically fell to the larger landowners of the region. In this capacity, the magistrate would judge all ordinary (non-felony) legal cases. He would often appoint constables, surveyors of the highways, overseers of the poor and churchwardens. Frequently, he would work together with the clergyman of the region to manage its affairs. The extent of the magistrate's influence could be quite broad, particularly when considering the roles of the men he might appoint to official offices that would work with him.

Constables were the precursor to an official police force. Chosen from among local householders (usually the wealthiest), the constable was responsible for keeping the local peace. Duties included collecting certain taxes, catching and confining suspected criminals, managing vagrants and beggars, and maintaining records of all of the above. Surveyors of the highways acted to maintain the highways in a parish, particularly those which ran to market towns. They removed nuisances from highways and identified needed repairs. In order to see those repairs completed, they could levy a rate on landowners and require landowners to provide labor and equipment to accomplish the repairs. Overseers of the poor administered poor relief, including food, money and clothing, in accordance with the Poor Law system. They were to estimate how much poor relief money was needed and set the poor rate accordingly. It was also their purview to collect the funds from their fellows in the parish. Subsequently they would distribute the relief as they saw fit both as 'indoor' relief within the walls of the poor house and 'outdoor' relief offered in the homes of the poor. They kept careful accounting records of their activities which were then audited and signed off at the end of each accounting year (Easter) by two justices. Finally church wardens were responsible for the property and moveable goods of a parish church, maintaining and inventorying them. They also kept accounts of church funds and ensure that the rector receives the tithes to which he is entitled. (Sullivan 2007) They also maintained order and peace in the church and churchyard at all times, and especially during services. Through the exercise of these roles, the estate owner could exercise considerable power and authority among those in his parish and shire.

Land owner responsibilities

Though landowners often enjoyed rights and powers that others did not, land ownership also demanded added social responsibilities from estate owners. 

Charity

Patriarchal ideology still prevalent during the era contributed to the notion than a landowner owed a stewardship duty to those tied to his estate. Though they worked for him, he had a responsibility to see they were adequately fed, clothed, and housed. These duties went above and beyond paying the required poor rate and required personal attention and interaction with tenants and villagers who lived nearby. Typically, the mistress of the estate and the local clergy would also be involved in providing relief to those who had come upon hard times. A landowner regularly supplied gifts of food, clothing, even money to the needy at regular intervals; usually at Christmas, during instances of bad harvest or weather, sickness, bereavement and unemployment. 

  Hospitality

Traditional festivals and celebrations also provided a chance to demonstrate charity as well as hospitality—another basic social duty of the era. Entertainments that included tenants, laborers, school children, local townspeople and small farmers often took place on an enormous scale. Parties would celebrate the completion of key seasonal activities like sheep-shearing in the spring. At midsummer, haymaking parties would follow mowing the fields. Autumn brought harvest suppers and the possibility of harvest ball to go with it. November heralded celebrations of Guy Fawkes Night. Christmas and Twelfth Night parties rounded out the year's celebrations. At its best, entertaining the lower orders expressed a genuine concern for the poor and a desire to improve the relations between the classes; at its worst it showed a rather odious condescension. (LeFaye, 2002) Sometimes these fesitvals even offered the potential for violence and disorder. Poorer members of the community sometimes demanded money, beer and meals as a right from landowners, not a gift that many gave grudgingly out of fear of reprisals. (Wilson 2007)

Such festivals were but one example of the hospitality a wealthy landowner was expected to demonstrate. Often this meant large groups of houseguests who might say for months at a time. Parties and annual celebrations which brought in the entire neighborhood, rich and poor, to the grounds and for food and entertainment were also regularly expected. While taxing, hospitality did offer the opportunity to display one's wealth and importance. These varied rights, roles and responsibilities illustrate how an estate holder was more than a simple farmer, he was required by custom (and in some ways by law) to be a community leader, tax assessor and collector, law enforcer, and social support network. Probably not the roles you might have seen any of Austen's leading men playing.

References

Adkins, Roy, and Lesley Adkins. Jane Austen's England. Viking, 2013. Austen, Jane, and David M. Shapard. The Annotated Pride and Prejudice. New York: Anchor Books, 2003. Austen, Jane, and David M. Shapard. The Annotated Sense and Sensibility. New York: Anchor Books, 2011. Austen, Jane, and Edward Copeland. The Cambridge Edition of Sense and Sensibility. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2006. Bennetts, M.M., "At the heart of a great estate is… ." M.M.Bennetts. April 11,2012. Accessed May 20, 2014. http://mmbennetts.wordpress.com/2012/04/11/at-the-heart-of-a-great-estate-is/ Collins, Irene. Jane Austen and the Clergy. London: Hambledon and London, 2001. Davidoff, Leonore, and Catherine Hall. Family fortunes: men and women of the English middle class, 1780-1850. London: Routledge, 2002. Day, Malcom. Voices from the World of Jane Austen. David and Charles, 2006. Ellis, Markman "Trade." In Jane Austen in Context , 269-77. Cambridge: University Press, 2005. Girouard, Mark. Life in the English Country House: A Social and Architectural History. New Haven: Yale University Press, 1978. Gornall, J.F.G. "Marriage and Property in Jane Austen's Novels." History Today 17, no. 12 (December 1967). Accessed May 22, 2017. http://www.historytoday.com/jfg-gornall/marriage-and-property-jane-austen%E2%80%99s-novels. Hitchcock, Tim, Sharon Howard and Robert Shoemaker, " Churchwardens and Overseers of the Poor Account Books ", London Lives, 1690-1800 (www.londonlives.org, version, 1.1 17 June 2012). https://www.londonlives.org/static/AC.jsp Laudermilk, Sharon H., and Teresa L. Hamlin. The Regency Companion. New York: Garland, 1989. LeFaye, Deirdre. Jane Austen: The World of Her Novels. New York: Abrams, 2002. Martin, Joanna. Wives and Daughters: Women and Children in the Georgian Country House. London: Hambledon and London, 2004. Morris, Diane H. "Mr. Darcy was a Second-Class Citizen." Moorgate Books. August 10th, 2014. Accessed May 22, 2017. http://www.moorgatebooks.com/10/a-true-regency-gentleman-had-good-breeding/. Ray, Joan Klingel. Jane Austen for Dummies. Chichester: John Wiley, 2006. Selwyn, David. Jane Austen and Leisure. London: Hambledon Press, 1999. Seven Trees Farm, "Norfolk four course." Seven Trees Farm. April 30, 2012. Accessed May 29, 2017. http://seventreesfarm.wordpress.com/2012/04/30/norfolk-four-course/ Sullivan, Margaret C., and Kathryn Rathke. The Jane Austen Handbook: Proper Life Skills from Regency England. Philadelphia, PA: Quirk Books, 2007. Swift, Deborah. "Law & Order - Duties of the Constable in 17th Century England." English Historical Fiction Authors. May 24, 2017. Accessed May 29, 2017. http://englishhistoryauthors.blogspot.com/2017/05/law-order-duties-of-constable-in-17th.html Trevelyan, George Macaulay. Illustrated English Social History. New York: D. McKay, 1949. Vickery, Amanda. The Gentleman's Daughter: Women's Lives in Georgian England. New Haven, Conn.: Yale University Press, 1998. Watkins, Susan. Jane Austen's Town and Country Style. New York: Rizzoli, 1990. Wilson, Ben. The Making of Victorian Values: Decency and Dissent in Britain, 1789-1837. New York: Penguin Press, 2007.

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Though Maria Grace has been writing fiction since she was ten years old, those early efforts happily reside in a file drawer and are unlikely to see the light of day again, for which many are grateful. 

After penning five file-drawer novels in high school, she took a break from writing to pursue college and earn her doctorate. After 16 years of university teaching, she returned to her first love, fiction writing. Click here to find her books on Amazon. For more on her writing and other Random Bits of Fascination, visit her website. You can also like her on Facebook, or follow on Twitter.

Hat Tip To: English Historical Fiction Authors

[cosmosogler]

hey dudes.

i got all the way to 45 battles today. i lost a ton of them. countering mimikyu or tapu lele was kind of hit or miss for the team i picked. i kind of forgot how it was to battle large amounts of people in the, like, year i didn’t battle competitively. everyone picks the same 9 or 10 pokemon and you see at least two of them on every team. i battled ONE person who had a completely unique team and i just about cried from happiness. and then i beat him up. but it was close, and it was engaging, and it wasn’t getting my teeth kicked in by a choice band pheromosa or whatever.

at least nobody seemed to know what to do about my golisopod or nidoqueen. i didn’t see one other golisopod the whole competition, but i did see a few nidoqueens, and a whole bunch of arcanines. i saw a few alolan raichus, but i didn’t see any other kommo-os or tsareenas. so my team was half completely unique. which shouldn’t be happening when there are like 10,000 people in the competition. i also ran into the same person twice, which was pretty weird, but she rocked my socks off the second time i battled her. with a pelipper. i approved.

it was hard to find space on my 3-man team for tsareena most battles. i think it’s because since it was only 3 pokemon to each trainer for these battles, nobody really bothered setting up entry hazards, so tsareena kind of didn’t have a lot to do that my other pokemon couldn’t do better. i was expecting more stealth rocks and stuff.

then i spent several hours going through my pokemon bank and sorting everything out, and organizing, and rearranging. i was prompted to move stuff around when i was trading with some kid, and she kept asking for more of my pokemon, and would pounce on every rare or strong pokemon i accidentally passed over on my way to something else. so i put all the pokemon i’m willing to trade, every single one of them, on my game cartridge. there’s like 300 of them. i realized that there’s really no reason to keep around my old retired competitive pokemon from gen 4 and 5. the overhaul they gave breeding in gen 6 made a lot of my old pokemon with 2 perfect ivs obsolete, since now it’s easy to get 5 perfect stats. but all those pokemon are still level 60-80, so i imagine if i give them out on wonder trade they might reach someone like my brother, who was so excited when he got a level 100 alakazam. it made his day. he used it in battle against me every time we played against each other even though it had terrible stats.

i don’t actually know where my pokemon go when i wonder trade them, but i can hope that they reach some kid who likes them. i would take every magikarp in the world if it meant someone liked my salamence and used it.

that’s basically all i did today. i took care of the dogs, and mom and dad got home from vegas and immediately started yelling, and i talked with my sister for a little bit while we made some dinner. i was worried about running out of space in pokemon bank since i have a bad habit of keeping every pokemon i catch or receive in a trade, but i collated my collection a little bit and it looks like i’m only taking up maybe 40 or 50 boxes out of the 100 available. i have about 60 shinies though, i need to figure out what i’m going to do with those. for the past couple years i’ve just been keeping them in the bank and looking at them every now and then but they’re not getting used. i always meant to give them out to friends but i guess i never ended up having friends who wanted them. i gave my old shiny infernape to my cousin a few years ago for christmas and he never used it. actually the last time he ever battled me was well before that.

i miss having friends to play and compete with. i tried to get my dad to pick up pokemon since he loves competitive games so much but he wasn’t having it. my sister hasn’t even finished the story, and my brother just didn’t get the game this time. i should try to pick up other games again... i used to play all my multiplayer games with jim, but, you know. that’s not gonna happen.

diogi’s not doing too well the past few days. she seems happy enough, less anxious than she used to be, but her arthritis is really holding her back. her back legs barely work any more. she has so much trouble with the stairs i feel bad asking her to come down to go outside every few hours. at least there weren’t any accidents the last few days. usually when dad isn’t home diogi and wiley don’t even try to wait to go outside. 

anyway, that’s what i’m thinking about tonight. i don’t want to sleep, but it’s 12:40.