1. Which of the four causes of poor listening discussed in this chapter do
you consider the most important? Choose a specific case of poor
listening in which you were involved. Explain what went wrong.
2. Using the Listening Self-Evaluation Worksheet on p
They called it by name, Cusicesh, the Protector. Some worshipped it as
a god. Most simply accepted it as part of the city. It was unique. One of the
few types of spren he knew of that seemed to have only a single member.
But what kind of spren is it? Axie
Sigzil demanded. He had dark brown skin and black hairthat meant he
was Makabaki, from southwestern Roshar. He was the only bridgeman without
a beard, and judging by his smooth accent, he was probably Azish or Emuli.
Foreigners were common in bridge crews
Bast stared at me as if I were a bit slow. Why, I think we already
discussed him. Desjardins. His house is right here in Paris.
Once I saw Desjardins house, I hated him even more. It was a huge mansion
on the other side of the Tuileries, on the rue des Py
Fine, Sasha says angrily. Then everyones happy.
The two of you reel away from her. Hilarity keeps you busy for several blocks, but theres a
sickness to it, like an itch that if you keep on scratching, will grind straight through skin and
muscle and bone,
aside. Blinking, compulsively shrugging, and noisily flat-footed (and often
falling over backwards like a plank into Hedwigs waiting arms), Esther
clumped about the stage: a miracle of the uncoordinated, now flopsy, now
robotic, with every limb hating eve
to him were in reality evidence of your own pettiness and ill-temper, that hidden within JB was someone of huge
sympathies and depth and understanding. And that night, he had no trouble at all recognizing the paintings intensity and
beauty, and had felt o
He disappeared behind a farther wall or partition, and when he came back it was with a box,
the kind reams of paper come in. On the lid, someone had written Evidence III in black Sharpie,
and I felt the same drop in my stomach Id felt looking at Uncle Wil
Thats because if I ever were to be offended, I wouldnt know what to do. If
Im sad, I cry. If Im happy, I laugh. If Im offended, what do I do, state in a clear
and sober voice that Im offended, then walk away in a huff so that I can write a
letter to the m
As soon as Isabelle got what she wanted, she returned to her bicycle. She took hold of the
handlebars and walked it toward the barn. The rubber wheels bumped and thumped on the uneven
Vianne rushed after her. Papas ill? she said when she caught up
I have to say it does not seem strange to me, he said when I finished. She
works like a dog in that compound. She hardly leaves it. I imagine she is
desperate, like any bright young person, to have her own life. Didnt you want to
get out of your parents h
serious, are you, Trace? Stop it with all thatits just us here! No need to talk fancy with us. We know
you, weve known you since you were this high, you dont have to pretend to be Lady Muck with us! But
Tracey became agitated, she spoke faster and faster,
ELIZABETH, as they drove along, watched for the first appearance of
Pemberley Woods with some perturbation; and when at length they
turned in at the lodge, her spirits were in a high flutter.
The park was very large, and contained great vari
The housekeeper came, a respectable-looking elderly woman, much less fine, and more civil, than she
had any notion of finding her. They followed her into the dining-parlour. It was a large, wellproportioned room, handsomely fitted up. Elizabeth, after sli
She could be a problem for me, I
repeated, not letting it go.
She wont be a problem. Ill talk to her.
I hated the thought of him talking to her,
because it made me sick with jealousy. I
figured that was an issue I should disclose
up front. Gideon
Angela Rossi was speaking about the benefits of Pilates. She had
prepared the speech thoroughly and practiced it until it was nearly
perfect. But when she delivered the speech in class, she referred
constantly to her detailed notes. As a result, her deliv