Beasts Men And Gods

Ossendowski joined a group of Poles and White Russians trying to escape from communist-controlled Siberia to India through Mongolia, China and Tibet. After a journey of several thousand miles the group reached Chinese-controlled Mongolia, only to be stopped there by the take-over of the country led by mysterious Baron Roman Ungern von Sternberg. The Baron was a mystic who was fascinated by the beliefs and religions of the Far East such as Buddhism and Lamaism, and who believed himself to be a reincarnation of Kangchendzönga, the Mongolian god of war. Ungern-Sternberg's philosophy was an exceptionally muddled mixture of Russian nationalism with Chinese and Mongol beliefs. However he also proved to be an exceptional military commander and his forces grew rapidly. Ossendowski joined the baron's army as a commanding officer of one of the self-defense troops. He also briefly became Ungern von Sternberg's political advisor and chief of intelligence. Little is known of his service at the latter post, which adds to Ossendowski's legend as a mysterious person. In late 1920 he was sent with a diplomatic mission to Japan and then the USA, never to return to Mongolia. Some writers believe that Ossendowski was one of the people who hid the semi-mythical treasures of the Bloody Baron. After his arrival to New York, Ossendowski started to work for the Polish diplomatic service and possibly as a spy. At the same time, in late 1921 he published his first English language book: Beasts, Men and Gods. This description of his travels during the Russian Civil War and the campaigns led by the Bloody Baron became a striking success and a best-seller. In 1923 it was translated into Polish and then into several other languages

Democracy does not deliver on the things we have assumed are its natural outcomes. This, coupled with a growing sense of malaise in both new and established democracies forms the basis to the assertion made by some, that these are not democracies at all. Through considerable, impressive empirical analysis of a variety of voting methods, across twenty different nations, Roslyn Fuller presents the data that makes this contention indisputable. Proving that the party which forms the government rarely receives the majority of the popular vote, that electoral systems regularly produce manufactured majorities and that the better funded side invariably wins such contests in both elections and referenda, Fuller's findings challenge the most fundamental elements of both national politics and broader society. Beast and Gods argues for a return to democracy as perceived by the ancient Athenians. Boldly arguing for the necessity of the Aristotelian assumption that citizens are agents whose wishes and aims can be attained through participation in politics, and through an examination of what “goods” are provided by democracy, Fuller offers a powerful challenge to the contemporary liberal view that there are no "goods" in politics, only individual citizens seeking to fulfil their particular interests.

Examines the relationship of man and animals through the centuries, revealing the steps taken toward the protection of furred and feathered creatures in the United States.

It's the week before Christmas when a lone robber bursts into a busy Glasgow post office carrying an AK-47. An elderly man suddenly hands his young grandson to a stranger and wordlessly helps the gunman fill bags with cash, then carries them to the door. He opens the door and bows his head; the robber fires off the AK-47, tearing the grandfather in two. DS Alex Morrow arrives on the scene and finds that the alarm system had been disabled before the robbery. Yet upon investigation, none of the employees can be linked to the gunman. And the grandfather-a life-long campaigner for social justice-is above reproach. As Morrow searches for the killer, she discovers a hidden, sinister political network. Soon it is chillingly clear: no corner of the city is safe, and her involvement will go deeper than she could ever have imagined.

In The Political Animal in Medieval Philosophy Juhana Toivanen investigates the foundations of human social life through the Aristotelian notion of ‘political animal’, as it was used in the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries.

1 GOD OF THE GODLESS By FERDINAND A. OSSENDOWSKI Author of quot Beasts, Men and Gods, quot quot The Fire of Dessert Folk quot quot Slaves of the Sun, quot Etc. Translated From the Polish by GREGORY MACDONALD 1931 iE. P. DUTTON CO., INC New York IN GOD OP quot THE G quot OBLSS, COPYRIGHT BY. E. P.-DUTJON. St. CO INC. I ALL RIGHTS RESE V D MINTED IN u. s. A. LENIN GOD OF THE GODLESS LENIN GOD OF THE GODLESS CHAPTER I LITTLE VLADIMIR ULYANOV was sitting very still, thought fully watching his mother s preparations. Maria Alexandrovna herself, pale and spiritless, was helping the servant-girl to lay the table. For it was Saturday, when her husband s friends would descend upon them, and she had grown more and more to dislike their weekly assemblies. Her children, except Vladimir, shared her feelings. The girls were tidying up the drawing-room and comparing notes on their father s guests. The elder boy, as usual, had slipped out of the house, cursing them for a gang of brigands. Only Vladimir looked forward to the evening with impatience. At last Ulyanov came into the room. He was a grizzled, broad-shouldered man, with the narrow Mongolian eyes of his younger son, and he knew that he looked a man of substance in his dark-blue frock coat with gold buttons, especially when the red and white ribbon on his chest held the cross of St. Vladimir, which conferred an authority of its own. He sat down in an armchair, drew up a small table, and set out the chess-men, in readiness for a game with Doctor Titov. The Doctor always captured the imagination of Vladimir. The lad would have liked to see him go swimming. No mat ter how deep the water might be, the man would not sink. He would bob up and down like a fishing-float on the surface. A round, bulky man was Doctor Titov. The father said nothing to Maria Alexandrovna. He knew very well that she did not like his guests. On the other hand, he did not want to spoil his pleasures by a quarrel with his wife. 4 LENIN But Madame Ulyanova began the conversation at once. quot My dear, quot she said, quot we would both be better off if you gave up those friends of yours. What good can it do you to have that drunken priest. Father Makary, with his rusty old cassock, or Doctor Titov, or the School Inspector, Peter Petro vitch Shustov That old ramrod he s good for neither God nor Devil 5 Her husband twisted uneasily in his chair and began to wipe his perspiring forehead with a red handkerchief. quot We ve been friends for a long time, quot he muttered. quot Be sides, they have very good connections. They can help one along in life. The great ones of the earth have ears, you know, and when my friends whisper a good word about me. . . . quot U O Lord quot groaned his wife. quot You and your good word You remind me of Tiapkin-Lapkin in Gogol s Inspector. He did that too. He took care to ask the Inspector, when he re turned to Petersburg, to tell the Ministers where Tiapkin-Lapkin was living quot She began to laugh, silently and with bitterness. quot That s no sort of a comparison, my dear, quot he said reproach fully. quot Yes, it is It s exactly the same, quot rejoined his wife. quot You re making a fool of yourself, that s all. Why don t you invite some people who really count, young people or men of in tellect For instance, Dr. Dokhturov, or that school master Nilov, or that marvelous monk, the preacher, Brother Alexis I met them at Madame Vlasova s. They have intelligence. They re worth paying attention to quot quot God forbid quot hissed Ulyanov. There was some fear in his voice, and he waved his hands helplessly. quot Those fellows are dangerous types. They are, well . . . political agitators. quot quot Political agitators quot asked Maria Alexandrovna. quot What do you mean by that quot quot Nothing very good, quot he replied in an impressive whisper. quot The Police Commissioner warned me about them...