A Sound of Thunder Ray Bradbury The sign on the wall seemed

A Sound of Thunder

Ray Bradbury 

The sign on the wall seemed to quaver under a film of sliding warm water. Eckels felt his eyelids  blink over his stare, and the sign burned in this momentary darkness:  TIME SAFARI, INC. SAFARIS TO ANY YEAR IN THE PAST. YOU NAME THE ANIMAL. WE TAKE YOU THERE. YOU SHOOT IT. Warm phlegm gathered in Eckels’ throat; he swallowed and pushed it down. The muscles around  his mouth formed a smile as he put his hand slowly out upon the air, and in that hand waved a check for ten thousand dollars to the man behind the desk. “Does this safari guarantee I come back alive?”  “We guarantee nothing,” said the official, “except the dinosaurs.” He turned. “This is Mr. Travis, your Safari Guide in the Past. He’ll tell you what and where to shoot. If he says no shooting, no  shooting. If you disobey instructions, there’s a stiff penalty of another ten thousand dollars, plus  possible government action, on your return.”  Eckels glanced across the vast office at a mass and tangle, a snaking and humming of wires and  steel boxes, at an aurora that flickered now orange, now silver, now blue. There was a sound like a gigantic bonfire burning all of Time, all the years and all the parchment calendars, all the hours  piled high and set aflame. A touch of the hand and this burning would, on the instant, beautifully reverse itself. Eckels  remembered the wording in the advertisements to the letter. Out of chars and ashes, out of dust and coals, like golden salamanders, the old years, the green years, might leap; roses sweeten the  air, white hair turn Irishblack, wrinkles vanish; all, everything fly back to seed, flee death, rush  down to their beginnings, suns rise in western skies and set in glorious easts, moons eat  themselves opposite to the custom, all and everything cupping one in another like Chinese boxes, rabbits into hats, all and everything returning to the fresh death, the seed death, the green death, to  the time before the beginning. A touch of a hand might do it, the merest touch of a hand. “Unbelievable.” Eckels breathed, the light of the Machine on his thin face. “A real Time Machine.” He shook his head. “Makes you think, If the election had gone badly yesterday, I might be here now running away from the results. Thank God Keith won. He’ll make a fine  President of the United States.”  “Yes,” said the man behind the desk. “We’re lucky. If Deutscher had gotten in, we’d have the  worst kind of dictatorship. There’s an anti everything man for you, a militarist, antiChrist, antihuman, antiintellectual. People called us up, you know, joking but not joking. Said if Deutscher became President they wanted to go live in 1492. Of course it’s not our business to conduct  Escapes, but to form Safaris. Anyway, Keith’s President now. All you got to worry about is”  “Shooting my dinosaur,” Eckels finished it for him. “A Tyrannosaurus Rex. The Tyrant Lizard, the most incredible monster in history. Sign this  release. Anything happens to you, we’re not responsible. Those dinosaurs are hungry.”  Eckels flushed angrily. “Trying to scare me!”  “Frankly, yes. We don’t want anyone going who’ll panic at the first shot. Six Safari leaders were killed last year, and a dozen hunters. We’re here to give you the severest thrill a real hunter ever asked for. Traveling you back sixty million years to bag the biggest game in all of Time. Your personal check’s still there. Tear it up.”Mr. Eckels looked at the check. His fingers twitched. “Good luck,” said the man behind the desk. “Mr. Travis, he’s all yours.”  They moved silently across the room, taking their guns with them, toward the Machine, toward  the silver metal and the roaring light. First a day and then a night and then a day and then a night, then it was daynightdaynight. A  week, a month, a year, a decade! A.D. 2055. A.D. 2019. 1999! 1957! Gone! The Machine roared. They put on their oxygen helmets and tested the intercoms. Eckels swayed on the padded seat, his face pale, his jaw stiff. He felt the trembling in his arms  and he looked down and found his hands tight on the new rifle. There were four other men in the  Machine. Travis, the Safari Leader, his assistant, Lesperance, and two other hunters, Billings and  Kramer. They sat looking at each other, and the years blazed around them. “Can these guns get a dinosaur cold?” Eckels felt his mouth saying. “If you hit them right,” said Travis on the helmet radio. “Some dinosaurs have two brains, one in  the head, another far down the spinal column. We stay away from those. That’s stretching luck. Put your first two shots into the eyes, if you can, blind them, and go back into the brain.”  The Machine howled. Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them. “Think,” said Eckels. “Every hunter that ever lived would envy us today. This makes Africa seem like Illinois.”  The Machine slowed; its scream fell to a murmur. The Machine stopped. The sun stopped in the sky. The fog that had enveloped the Machine blew away and they were in an old time, a very old time indeed, three hunters and two Safari Heads with their blue metal guns across their knees. “Christ isn’t born yet,” said Travis, “Moses has not gone to the mountains to talk with God. The Pyramids are still in the earth, waiting to be cut out and put up. Remember that. Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon, Hitlernone of them exists.” The man nodded. “That” Mr. Travis pointed “is the jungle of sixty million two thousand and fiftyfive years  before President Keith.” He indicated a metal path that struck off into green wilderness, over streaming swamp, among  giant ferns and palms. “And that,” he said, “is the Path, laid by Time Safari for your use, It floats six inches above the earth. Doesn’t touch so much as one grass blade, flower, or tree. It’s  an antigravity metal. Its purpose is to keep you from touching this world of the past in any way. Stay on the Path. Don’t go off it. I repeat. Don’t go off. For any reason! If you fall off, there’s a penalty. And don’t shoot any animal we don’t okay.”  “Why?” asked Eckels. They sat in the ancient wilderness. Far birds’ cries blew on a wind, and the smell of tar and an old  salt sea, moist grasses, and flowers the color of blood. “We don’t want to change the Future. We don’t belong here in the Past. The government doesn’t  like us here. We have to pay big graft to keep our franchise. A Time Machine is finicky business. Not knowing it, we might kill an important animal, a small bird, a roach, a flower even, thus  destroying an important link in a growing species.”  “That’s not clear,” said Eckels. “All right,” Travis continued, “say we accidentally kill one mouse here. That means all the future families of this one particular mouse are destroyed, right?”  “Right” “And all the families of the families of the families of that one mouse! With a stamp of your foot, you annihilate first one, then a dozen, then a thousand, a million, a billion possible mice!”  “So they’re dead,” said Eckels. “So what?”  “So what?” Travis snorted quietly. “Well, what about the foxes that’ll need those mice to survive? For want of ten mice, a fox dies. For want of ten foxes a lion starves. For want of a lion, all  manner of insects, vultures, infinite billions of life forms are thrown into chaos and destruction. Eventually it all boils down to this: fiftynine million years later, a caveman, one of a dozen on  the entire world, goes hunting wild boar or sabertoothed tiger for food. But you, friend, have stepped on all the tigers in that region. By stepping on one single mouse. So the caveman starves. And the caveman, please note, is not just any expendable man, no! He is an entire future nation. From his loins would have sprung ten sons. From their loins one hundred sons, and thus onward  to a civilization. Destroy this one man, and you destroy a race, a people, an entire history of life. It is comparable to slaying some of Adam’s grandchildren. The stomp of your foot, on one mouse, could start an earthquake, the effects of which could shake our earth and destinies down through  Time, to their very foundations. With the death of that one caveman, a billion others yet unborn  are throttled in the womb. Perhaps Rome never rises on its seven hills. Perhaps Europe is forever a dark forest, and only Asia waxes healthy and teeming. Step on a mouse and you crush the  Pyramids. Step on a mouse and you leave your print, like a Grand Canyon, across Eternity. Queen  Elizabeth might never be born, Washington might not cross the Delaware, there might never be a United States at all. So be careful. Stay on the Path. Never step off!”  “I see,” said Eckels. “Then it wouldn’t pay for us even to touch the grass?” “Correct. Crushing certain plants could add up infinitesimally. A little error here would multiply  in sixty million years, all out of proportion. Of course maybe our theory is wrong. Maybe Time can’t be changed by us. Or maybe it can be changed only in little subtle ways. A dead mouse here makes an insect imbalance there, a population disproportion later, a bad harvest further on, a depression, mass starvation, and finally, a change in social temperament in farflung countries. Something much more subtle, like that. Perhaps only a soft breath, a whisper, a hair, pollen on the  air, such a slight, slight change that unless you looked close you wouldn’t see it. Who knows? Who really can say he knows? We don’t know. We’re guessing. But until we do know for certain  whether our messing around in Time can make a big roar or a little rustle in history, we’re being  careful. This Machine, this Path, your clothing and bodies, were sterilized, as you know, before the journey. We wear these oxygen helmets so we can’t introduce our bacteria into an ancient  atmosphere.”  “How do we know which animals to shoot?”  “They’re marked with red paint,” said Travis. “Today, before our journey, we sent Lesperance here back with the Machine. He came to this particular era and followed certain animals.”  “Studying them?”  “Right,” said Lesperance. “I track them through their entire existence, noting which of them lives  longest. Very few. How many times they mate. Not often. Life’s short, When I find one that’s  going to die when a tree falls on him, or one that drowns in a tar pit, I note the exact hour, minute, and second. I shoot a paint bomb. It leaves a red patch on his side. We can’t miss it. Then I correlate our arrival in the Past so that we meet the Monster not more than two minutes before he would have died anyway. This way, we kill only animals with no future, that are never going to  mate again. You see how careful we are?”  “But if you come back this morning in Time,” said Eckels eagerly, you must’ve bumped into us, our Safari! How did it turn out? Was it successful? Did all of us get throughalive?”  Travis and Lesperance gave each other a look. “That’d be a paradox,” said the latter. “Time doesn’t permit that sort of messa man meeting  himself. When such occasions threaten, Time steps aside. Like an airplane hitting an air pocket. You felt the Machine jump just before we stopped? That was us passing ourselves on the way  back to the Future. We saw nothing. There’s no way of telling if this expedition was a success, if we got our monster, or whether all of us  meaning you, Mr. Eckels  got out alive.”  Eckels smiled palely. “Cut that,” said Travis sharply. “Everyone on his feet!”  They were ready to leave the Machine. The jungle was high and the jungle was broad and the jungle was the entire world forever and  forever. Sounds like music and sounds like flying tents filled the sky, and those were pterodactyls  soaring with cavernous gray wings, gigantic bats of delirium and night fever. Eckels, balanced on the narrow Path, aimed his rifle playfully. “Stop that!” said Travis. “Don’t even aim for fun, blast you! If your guns should go off ”  Eckels flushed. “Where’s our Tyrannosaurus?”  Lesperance checked his wristwatch. “Up ahead, We’ll bisect his trail in sixty seconds. Look for the red paint! Don’t shoot till we give the word. Stay on the Path. Stay on the Path!”  They moved forward in the wind of morning. “Strange,” murmured Eckels. “Up ahead, sixty million years, Election Day over. Keith made President. Everyone celebrating. And here we are, a million years lost, and they don’t exist. The things we worried about for months, a lifetime, not even born or thought of yet.”  “Safety catches off, everyone!” ordered Travis. “You, first shot, Eckels. Second, Billings, Third, Kramer.”  “I’ve hunted tiger, wild boar, buffalo, elephant, but now, this is it,” said Eckels. “I’m shaking like a kid.”  “Ah,” said Travis. Everyone stopped. Travis raised his hand. “Ahead,” he whispered. “In the mist. There he is. There’s His Royal  Majesty now.”  The jungle was wide and full of twitterings, rustlings, murmurs, and sighs. Suddenly it all ceased, as if someone had shut a door. Silence. A sound of thunder. Out of the mist, one hundred yards away, came Tyrannosaurus Rex. “It,” whispered Eckels. “It…… “Sh!”  It came on great oiled, resilient, striding legs. It towered thirty feet above half of the trees, a great  evil god, folding its delicate watchmaker’s claws close to its oily reptilian chest. Each lower leg  was a piston, a thousand pounds of white bone, sunk in thick ropes of muscle, sheathed over in a gleam of pebbled skin like the mail of a terrible warrior. Each thigh was a ton of meat, ivory, and  steel mesh. And from the great breathing cage of the upper body those two delicate arms dangled  out front, arms with hands which might pick up and examine men like toys, while the snake neck  coiled. And the head itself, a ton of sculptured stone, lifted easily upon the sky. Its mouth gaped, exposing a fence of teeth like daggers. Its eyes rolled, ostrich eggs, empty of all expression save hunger. It closed its mouth in a death grin. It ran, its pelvic bones crushing aside trees and bushes, its taloned feet clawing damp earth, leaving prints six inches deep wherever it settled its weight. It ran with a gliding ballet step, far too poised and balanced for its ten tons. It moved into a sunlit  area warily, its beautifully reptilian hands feeling the air. “Why, why,” Eckels twitched his mouth. “It could reach up and grab the moon.”  “Sh!” Travis jerked angrily. “He hasn’t seen us yet.”  “It can’t be killed,” Eckels pronounced this verdict quietly, as if there could be no argument. He had weighed the evidence and this was his considered opinion. The rifle in his hands seemed a cap gun. “We were fools to come. This is impossible.”  “Shut up!” hissed Travis. “Nightmare.”  “Turn around,” commanded Travis. “Walk quietly to the Machine. We’ll remit half your fee.”  “I didn’t realize it would be this big,” said Eckels. “I miscalculated, that’s all. And now I want  out.”  “It sees us!”  “There’s the red paint on its chest!”  The Tyrant Lizard raised itself. Its armored flesh glittered like a thousand green coins. The coins, crusted with slime, steamed. In the slime, tiny insects wriggled, so that the entire body seemed to  twitch and undulate, even while the monster itself did not move. It exhaled. The stink of raw flesh  blew down the wilderness. “Get me out of here,” said Eckels. “It was never like this before. I was always sure I’d come through alive. I had good guides, good safaris, and safety. This time, I figured wrong. I’ve met my  match and admit it. This is too much for me to get hold of.”  “Don’t run,” said Lesperance. “Turn around. Hide in the Machine.”  “Yes.” Eckels seemed to be numb. He looked at his feet as if trying to make them move. He gave a grunt of helplessness. “Eckels!”  He took a few steps, blinking, shuffling. “Not that way!”  The Monster, at the first motion, lunged forward with a terrible scream. It covered one hundred  yards in six seconds. The rifles jerked up and blazed fire. A windstorm from the beast’s mouth  engulfed them in the stench of slime and old blood. The Monster roared, teeth glittering with sun. The rifles cracked again, their sound was lost in shriek and lizard thunder. The great level of the  reptile’s tail swung up, lashed sideways. Trees exploded in clouds of leaf and branch. The Monster twitched its jeweler’s hands down to fondle at the men, to twist them in half, to crush  them like berries, to cram them into its teeth and its screaming throat. Its boulderstone eyes  leveled with the men. They saw themselves mirrored. They fired at the metallic eyelids and the  blazing black iris, Like a stone idol, like a mountain avalanche, Tyrannosaurus fell. Thundering, it clutched trees, pulled them with it. It wrenched and tore the metal Path. The men  flung themselves back and away. The body hit, ten tons of cold flesh and stone. The guns fired. The Monster lashed its armored tail, twitched its snake jaws, and lay still. A fount of blood  spurted from its throat. Somewhere inside, a sac of fluids burst. Sickening gushes drenched the hunters. They stood, red and glistening. The thunder faded. The jungle was silent. After the avalanche, a green peace. After the nightmare, morning. Billings and Kramer sat on the pathway and threw up. Travis and Lesperance stood with smoking  rifles, cursing steadily. In the Time Machine, on his face, Eckels lay shivering. He had found his  way back to the Path, climbed into the Machine. Travis came walking, glanced at Eckels, took cotton gauze from a metal box, and returned to the  others, who were sitting on the Path. “Clean up.”  They wiped the blood from their helmets. They began to curse too. The Monster lay, a hill of solid flesh. Within, you could hear the sighs and murmurs as the furthest chambers of it died, the  organs malfunctioning, liquids running a final instant from pocket to sac to spleen, everything  shutting off, closing up forever. It was like standing by a wrecked locomotive or a steam shovel at  quitting time, all valves being released or levered tight. Bones cracked; the tonnage of its own  flesh, off balance, dead weight, snapped the delicate forearms, caught underneath. The meat  settled, quivering. Another cracking sound. Overhead, a gigantic tree branch broke from its heavy mooring, fell. It  crashed upon the dead beast with finality. “There.” Lesperance checked his watch. “Right on time. That’s the giant tree that was scheduled  to fall and kill this animal originally.” He glanced at the two hunters. “You want the trophy  picture?”  “What?”  “We can’t take a trophy back to the Future. The body has to stay right here where it would have died originally, so the insects, birds, and bacteria can get at it, as they were intended to. Everything in balance. The body stays. But we can take a picture of you standing near it.”  The two men tried to think, but gave up, shaking their heads. They let themselves be led along the metal Path. They sank wearily into the Machine cushions. They gazed back at the ruined Monster, the stagnating mound, where already strange reptilian birds and golden insects were busy at the steaming armor. A sound on the floor of the Time Machine stiffened them. Eckels sat there, shivering. “I’m sorry,” he said at last. “Get up!” cried Travis. Eckels got up. “Go out on that Path alone,” said Travis. He had his rifle pointed, “You’re not coming back in the  Machine. We’re leaving you here!”  Lesperance seized Travis’s arm. “Wait”  “Stay out of this!” Travis shook his hand away. “This fool nearly killed us. But it isn’t that so  much, no. It’s his shoes! Look at them! He ran off the Path. That ruins us! We’ll forfeit! Thousands of dollars of insurance! We guarantee no one leaves the Path. He left it. Oh, the fool!  I’ll have to report to the government. They might revoke our license to travel. Who knows what  he’s done to Time, to History!”  “Take it easy, all he did was kick up some dirt.”  “How do we know?” cried Travis. “We don’t know anything! It’s all a mystery! Get out of here, Eckels!”  Eckels fumbled his shirt. “I’ll pay anything. A hundred thousand dollars!”  Travis glared at Eckels’ checkbook and spat. “Go out there. The Monster’s next to the Path. Stick  your arms up to your elbows in his mouth. Then you can come back with us.”  “That’s unreasonable!”  “The Monster’s dead, you idiot. The bullets! The bullets can’t be left behind. They don’t belong in  the Past; they might change anything. Here’s my knife. Dig them out!”  The jungle was alive again, full of the old tremorings and bird cries. Eckels turned slowly to  regard the primeval garbage dump, that hill of nightmares and terror. After a long time, like a sleepwalker he shuffled out along the Path. He returned, shuddering, five minutes later, his arms soaked and red to the elbows. He held out  his hands. Each held a number of steel bullets. Then he fell. He lay where he fell, not moving. “You didn’t have to make him do that,” said Lesperance. “Didn’t I? It’s too early to tell.” Travis nudged the still body. “He’ll live. Next time he won’t go  hunting game like this. Okay.” He jerked his thumb wearily at Lesperance. “Switch on. Let’s go  home.”  1492. 1776. 1812. They cleaned their hands and faces. They changed their caking shirts and pants. Eckels was up  and around again, not speaking. Travis glared at him for a full ten minutes. “Don’t look at me,” cried Eckels. “I haven’t done anything.”  “Who can tell?”  “Just ran off the Path, that’s all, a little mud on my shoeswhat do you want me to doget down  and pray?”  “We might need it. I’m warning you, Eckels, I might kill you yet. I’ve got my gun ready.”  “I’m innocent. I’ve done nothing!”  1999.2000.2055. The Machine stopped. “Get out,” said Travis. The room was there as they had left it. But not the same as they had left it. The same man sat  behind the same desk. But the same man did not quite sit behind the same desk. Travis looked  around swiftly. “Everything okay here?” he snapped. “Fine. Welcome home!”  Travis did not relax. He seemed to be looking through the one high window. “Okay, Eckels, get out. Don’t ever come back.” Eckels could not move. “You heard me,” said Travis. “What’re you staring at?”  Eckels stood smelling of the air, and there was a thing to the air, a chemical taint so subtle, so  slight, that only a faint cry of his subliminal senses warned him it was there. The colors, white, grey, blue, orange, in the wall, in the furniture, in the sky beyond the window, were . . . were . . . . And there was a feel. His flesh twitched. His hands twitched. He stood drinking the oddness with  the pores of his body. Somewhere, someone must have been screaming one of those whistles that  only a dog can hear. His body screamed silence in return. Beyond this room, beyond this wall, beyond this man who was not quite the same man seated at this desk that was not quite the same desk . . . lay an entire world of streets and people. What sort of world it was now, there was no  telling. He could feel them moving there, beyond the walls, almost, like so many chess pieces  blown in a dry wind …. But the immediate thing was the sign painted on the office wall, the same sign he had read earlier today on first entering. Somehow, the sign had changed:  TYME SEFARI INC. SEFARIS TU ANY YEER EN THE PAST. YU NAIM THE ANIMALL.  WEE TAEK YU THAIR. YU SHOOT ITT. Eckels felt himself fall into a chair. He fumbled crazily at the thick slime on his boots. He held up  a clod of dirt, trembling, “No, it can’t be. Not a little thing like that. No!”  Embedded in the mud, glistening green and gold and black, was a butterfly, very beautiful and  very dead. “Not a little thing like that! Not a butterfly!” cried Eckels. It fell to the floor, an exquisite thing, a small thing that could upset balances and knock down a line of small dominoes and then big dominoes and then gigantic dominoes, all down the years  across Time. Eckels’ mind whirled. It couldn’t change things. Killing one butterfly couldn’t be that  important! Could it?  His face was cold. His mouth trembled, asking: “Who who won the presidential election  yesterday?”  The man behind the desk laughed. “You joking? You know very well. Deutscher, of course! Who  else? Not that fool weakling Keith. We got an iron man now, a man with guts!” The official  stopped. “What’s wrong?”  Eckels moaned. He dropped to his knees. He scrabbled at the golden butterfly with shaking  fingers. “Can’t we,” he pleaded to the world, to himself, to the officials, to the Machine, “can’t we take it back, can’t we make it alive again? Can’t we start over? Can’t we”  He did not move. Eyes shut, he waited, shivering. He heard Travis breathe loud in the room; he heard Travis shift his rifle, click the safety catch, and raise the weapon. There was a sound of thunder.[supanova_question]

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Suppose that you work for Camden Property Trust (Links to an external site.), a multi-family REIT in the southern US, and that your company wants to add another apartment building to its investment portfolio. After conducting a thorough market analysis, you have narrowed your search to three properties located in different areas in Houston, Texas. All of the properties have a similar number of units, and the units are also similar with regard to mix and sizes. The primary differences is the supply and demand in the different market areas, and the consideration of newer versus older properties
Option 1: The first property is currently built and operating in a middle income area that has a shortage of housing. At this time, the building has no vacancy, but there are some new apartments being built nearby that will soon be competing with this property. This is the oldest property, and will likely be impacted by the new construction in the area that may take away tenants.
Option 2: The second property is currently under construction, and is being sold because the developer has run out of money, and is unable to finish the project. However, it is likely that your firm could complete the building at a favorable per-unit cost. The market area is close to equilibrium, but with some excess supply, and the completion of this property would add even more. However, it would be a new building – something that is often attractive to potential tenants.
Option 3: The third property currently has a relatively high vacancy rate. However, the market area has become an increasingly desirable area to live and demand is expected to grow. There is also little threat of new competition here because there are no sites available to build additional apartment complexes.
Given these vacancy considerations, which property would you choose? Are there other investment factors that may be impacted by these considerations?
To receive a score of 100% requires a well-written reply with over of 200 words and a clear-cut, persuasive argument that includes references to the text and/or outside resources.

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1. why states have pursued different approaches to dealing with Covid.
2. How has media coverage affected state government and politics?
As far as topics, you have a couple of options (subject to my approval): 1) You can focus on one particular state other than New York and discuss an issue of importance in that state’s politics; 2) you can do a comparative study on a political issue in two different states (excluding New York); or 3) you can focus on how states as a whole are dealing with an important political issue. In any case your goal is to describe what is happening in the state/states and explain why. As you know, many issues in American politics cut across national, state, and local governments, so it may be necessary for you to acknowledge the other levels of government; nevertheless, the focus of your paper must be on politics at the state level.
You are free to draw on a wide variety of sources including online news reporting, academic journals, state government websites, advocacy group websites, independent reports, online databases, books, etc., but you need a minimum of six sources, at least one of which must be a scholarly work (peer-reviewed journal article or book chapter). You must use APA style for in-text parenthetical references — for example, (Wilson, 1987, p,56) — and for a full bibliographical list of works cited at the end of your paper. You can find the complete guide to APA style on the Purdue OWL website (see Blackboard).
In grading your paper I will take into consideration the following three main factors:
Substance: This is a matter of how well you understand your issue. The best papers will demonstrate convincing knowledge of the issue based on an appropriate selection of research source materials. Basically, you want to draw knowledgeably on a variety of substantial, relevant sources that help you answer your research question.
Analysis: This is a matter of how well you develop your argument/thesis. The best papers will develop a well-reasoned argument/thesis based on an informed and coherent analysis of relevant evidence from your research sources. Note: You should not be making normative arguments about what is “good” or “bad”; rather, you should be explaining what is happening and why with regard to the political issue you are studying.
Presentation: This is a matter of the mechanics of writing. The best papers will be free of mistakes in grammar, spelling, punctuation, citation of sources, etc. – all of which undermine the strength of your ideas, analysis, and argument. Papers must include in-text citations for words and ideas taken from other sources and for information that is not common knowledge, and papers must also include a full bibliographical list of references (works cited) in APA format at the end (see Blackboard for instructions).

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PAPER TOPICS AND REQUIREMENTS 1. The paper must be at least 4-


1. The paper must be at least 4- 1/2 pages long and no longer than 6 pages, not including the Works Cited Page.

2. Students must use at least four (4) secondary sources. One may be your English 1110 text.

3. Students may not use any .com as a source straight off of the web. However, students may use one .gov, .edu. .net. , or .org as a source, but the student MUST clear the source with me. You are to use the CNM Databases or other library databases; these are paid subscriptions.

4. You must use scholarly, library sources (books, articles), or any other academic database.

5. Each article must have an author, and each article must be academic, scholarly, or peer-reviewed; therefore, Wikipedia, the Bible, other sacred texts, and non-scholarly sources will not be permitted.

6. The paper must be in MLA format , use 12 pt., Times New Roman Font, and use 1″ margins, and be double spaced as per MLA format.

7. Also remember, you are not writing a simple, general biography in 4-1/2 to 6 pages. However, you are writing a profile which keys in on a certain aspect of a person’s life. Students must find a on a certain perspective with which to focus their profile.

Key features/ profiles:

an interesting subject: an interesting person, place, event, or an object.

Any necessary background: a profile usually includes just enough information to let readers know something about the subject’s larger context.

An interesting angle:

A firsthand account: spending time observing or interacting with the subject. With a personinteracting means watching and conversing. “silent observer”

Engaging details: specific information, sensory images, figurative language, dialogue, anecdotes

8. The topic of your paper will be on the following prompt; you will select an author/person from the list below, and you will construct an argument in the form of a profile/critical biography. You will argue how and why the person is significant and how he or she has made valuable contributions to humanity and the world at large. In other words, you will argue why you feel the person’s, work and writing, makes the world and our life better.

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A research critique demonstrates your ability to critically read an investigative study.

A research critique demonstrates your ability to critically read an investigative study. For this assignment, choose a research article related to nursing.

Articles used for this assignment cannot be used for the other assignments (students should find new research articles for each new assignment).

The selected articles should be original research articles. Review articles, concept analysis, meta-analysis, meta-synthesis, integrative review, and systemic review should not be used.

Mixed-methods studies should not be used.

Dissertations should not be used.

Your critique should include the following:

Research Problem/Purpose

State the problem clearly as it is presented in the report.

Have the investigators placed the study problem within the context of existing knowledge?

Will the study solve a problem relevant to nursing?

State the purpose of the research.

Review of the Literature

Identify the concepts explored in the literature review.

Were the references current? If not, what do you think the reasons are?

Was there evidence of reflexivity in the design (qualitative)? 

Theoretical Framework

Are the theoretical concepts defined and related to the research?

Does the research draw solely on nursing theory or does it draw on theory from other disciplines?

Is a theoretical framework stated in this research piece?

If not, suggest one that might be suitable for the study.

Variables/Hypotheses/Questions/Assumptions (Quantitative)

What are the independent and dependent variables in this study?

Are the operational definitions of the variables given? If so, are they concrete and measurable?

Is the research question or the hypothesis stated? What is it?

Conceptual Underpinnings, Research Questions (Qualitative)

Are key concepts defined conceptually?

Is the philoosoophical basis, underlying tradition, conoceptual framework, or ideological orientation made explicit and is it appropriate for the problem?

Are research questions explicitly stated? Are the questions consistent with the study’s philosophical basis, underlying tradition, conceptual framework, or ideological orientation?


What type of design (quantitative, qualitative, and type) was used in this study?

Was inductive or deductive reasoning used in this study?

State the sample size and study population, sampling method, and study setting.

Did the investigator choose a probability or non-probability sample?

State the type of reliability and the validity of the measurement tools (quantitative only)

Qualitative studies (answer the following questions in addition to those above except the last bulleted item)

Were the methods of gathering data appropriate?

Were data gathered through two or more methods to achieve triangulation?

Did the researcher ask the right questions or make the right observations and were they recorded in an appropriate fashion?

Was a sufficient amount of data gathered?

Was the data of sufficient depth and richness?

Were ethical considerations addressed? Were appropriate procedures used to safeguard the rights of study participants?

Data Analysis

What data analysis tool was used?

Was saturation achieved? (qualitative)

How were the results presented in the study?

Were the data management (e.g., coding) and data analysis methods sufficiently described? (qualitative)

Identify at least one (1) finding.

Summary/Conclusions, Implications, and Recommendations

Do the themes adequately capture the meaning of the data?

Did the analysis yield an insightful, provocative and meaningful picture of the phenomenon under investigation?

Were methods used to enhance the trustworthiness of the data (and analysis) and was the description of those methods adequate?

Are there clear explanation of the boundaries/limitations, thick description, audit trail?

What are the strengths and limitations of the study?

In terms of the findings, can the researcher generalize to other populations? Explain.

Evaluate the findings and conclusions as to their significance for nursing (both qualitative and quantitative).

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English 1B “A Sound of Thunder” Cooper Here are some issues you

English 1B

“A Sound of Thunder”


Here are some issues you should think about in relation to “A Sound of Thunder.” You should address any two of these questions and statements in the second part of the first Discussion Board #1 (min. of 200 words)

1) Although published in 1953, in what ways does the story reflect more contemporary environmental concerns? Provide specific examples.

2) Explain the significance of the changed sign in the office and the other more subtle changes Eckels observes when he returns from the hunt.

3) Try to imagine a chain of events leading from the squashed butterfly that would lead to such a different world than the one Eckels had left only hours earlier.

4) What real world parallels can you think of that relate to the cause and effect relationship shown in the story?

5) What is so ironic about the fact that at the end of the story, it turns out that Deutscher has won the presidential election?

6) Could killing one butterfly really be “that important”? Explain your answer.

7) Who gets shot at the end of the story and why?

8) What does the story suggest about the human obsession with technology and humanity’s relation to the natural world?

9) What measures does Time Safari Inc. take to ensure that the future is not affected by its hunting trips?

10) Explain the following quote in paragraph 40 where Travis says he believes it’s possible that “our messing around in Time can make a big roar or a little rustle in history….”

11) What makes Eckels unable to go through with the hunt in the end?

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