Simply amazing! It all makes sense. It all makes sense...

I’m Gatsby.

is the question...

No one, except me, every received an actual invitation to Gatsby’s...

Mr. Gatsby.

And I hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’

the dominant race,

the ban on alcohol had backfired... making the liquor cheaper.

NICK

“always try to see the best in people,”

seem

EUROPEAN

What upsets me is the fact that Ugarte is dead and no one knows where those letters of transit are. RICK Practically no one.

You're a fat hypocrite. You don't feel any sorrier for Ugarte than I do.

blue parrot

It is my duty to see that you stay in Casablanca.

That's strange. Nobody is supposed to sleep well in Casablanca.

But we mustn't underestimate American blundering.

uh. I guess neither one of our stories was very funny.

Raindrops pour down the letter, smudging the writing.

There is a hectic, fevered excitement, evident in the facesof the people that pass by. This is the last train from Paris.

I stick my neck out for nobody

Especially so tonight, Major. In a few minutes you will see the arrest of the man who murdered your couriers.

Rick, there are many exit visas sold in this cafe, but we know that you have never sold one. That is the reason we permit you to remain open.

A little demonstration of the efficiency of my administration.

RENAULT You know, Rick, we could have made this arrest earlier in the evening at the Blue Parrot, but out of my high regard for you we are staging it here. It will amuse your customers.

RICK -- Forget it, Emil. Mistakes like that happen all the time

Rick still looks in the direction of the airport.

Rick stands and looks up at the revolving beacon light fromthe airport. It intermittently sheds its light on Rick'sface.

Rick and Yvonne come out of the cafe. He puts a coat overher shoulders and she objects violently. YVONNE Who do you think you are, pushing me around? What a fool I was to fall for a man like you.

I never make plans that far ahead.

That's so long ago, I don't remember.

RICK It's not for sale at any price

Yeah, I heard a rumor that those German couriers were carrying letters of transit.

Letters of transit signed by General de Gaulle. Cannot be rescinded, not even questioned.Rick appears ready to take them form Ugarte.

I don't mind a parasite. I object to a cut-rate one.

If I gave you any thought, I probably would.

Fearing to offend Rick, Ugarte laughs.

Rick looks at the German calmly, takes the card out of hishand, and tears it up.

Of all the nerve! Who do you think... I know there's gambling in there! There's no secret. You dare not keep me out of here!

We now see RICK, sitting at a table alone playing solitarychess. Rick is an American of indeterminate age. There isno expression on his face -- complete deadpan.

The second largest? That wouldn't impress Rick. The leading banker in Amsterdam is now the pastry chef in our kitchen.

Madame, he never drinks with customers. Never. I have never seen him.

He stops abruptly as two German officers walk by

Rick's is an expensive and chic nightclub which definitelypossesses an air of sophistication and intrigue

I have already heard about this cafe, and also about Mr. Rick himself.

Unoccupied France welcomes you to Casablanca

In theirfaces is revealed one hope they all have in common, and theplane is the symbol of that hope.

Unfortunately, along with these unhappy refugees the scum of Europe has gravitated to Casablanca. Some of them have been waiting years for a visa.

A EUROPEAN man, sitting at a table nearby, watches theEnglish couple more closely than the scene on the street.

A shot RINGS out, and the man falls to the ground. Abovehim, painted on the wall, is a large poster of MarshalPetain, which reads: "Je tiens mes promesses, meme cellesdes autres."

To all officers! Two German couriers carrying important official documents murdered on train from Oran. Murderer and possible accomplices headed for Casablanca. Round up all suspicious characters and search them for stolen documents. Important!

The intense desert sun holds the scene in a torpidtranquility.

But the others wait in Casablanca -- and wait -- and wait -- and wait.

Debates over the French Revolution in the 1790s gave Americans some of their earliest opportunities to articulate what it meant to be American. Did American national character rest on a radical and universal vision of human liberty? Or was America supposed to be essentially pious and traditional, an outgrowth of Great Britain? They couldn’t agree. It was on this cracked foundation that many conflicts of the nineteenth century would rest.

By 1798, the people of Charleston watched the ocean’s horizon apprehensively because they feared the arrival of the French navy at any moment. Many people now worried that the same ships that had aided Americans during the Revolutionary War might discharge an invasion force on their shores.

speaking dozens of languages,

North America’s indigenous peoples shared some broad traits. Spiritual practices, understandings of property, and kinship networks differed markedly from European arrangements.

Agriculture arose sometime between nine thousand and five thousand years ago, almost simultaneously in the Eastern and Western Hemispheres. Mesoamericans in modern-day Mexico and Central America relied on domesticated maize (corn) to develop the hemisphere’s first settled population around 1200 BCE.8

Miller's play implies what could be if the powerful, who prey upon the powerless, would stop to see how their dishonesty, greed, and self-interest constitute processes of Darwinian cannibaliza

." The Crucible is a play that dramatizes manifestations of fear that arise when humans lose their way because they have lost each other

that, "The only thing that we have to fear is fear itself

After sixty years, productions of Arthur Miller's The Crucible continue to provide an essential space for dissident voices, representations, and means of action for people throughout the world fighting against tyranny

h- it creates a bond with its audience from which they cannot surface unsc

the day is not distant when the Empires of the Atlantic and Pacific would again flow together into one

The Anglo-Saxon foot is already on its borders. Already the advance guard of the irresistible army of Anglo-Saxon emigration has begun to pour down upon it, armed with the plough and the rifle, and marking its trail with schools and colleges, courts and representative halls, mills and meeting-houses.

Imbecile and distracted, Mexico never can exert any real governmental authority over such a country.

It was an independence, not only in fact, but of right.

She is no longer to us a mere country on the map. She comes within the dear and sacred designation of Our Country

the world in the transition to democracy.