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+                <header>RanchiMall Times</header>
+            </div>
+            <div class="subhead">Thursday April 30, 2020</div>
+        </div>
+        <div class="content">
+            <div class="collumns">
+                <div class="collumn">
+                    <div class="head"><span class="headline hl3">When darkness overspreads my eyes</span>
+                        <p><span class="headline hl4">by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE</span></p>
+                    </div>
+                    When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper
+                    surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner
+                    sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream;<p>and, as I lie close
+                        to
+                        the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world
+                        among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and
+                        flies,
+                        then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that
+                        universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and
+                        then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my
+                        soul
+                        and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh,
+                        would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full
+                        and
+                        warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite
+                        God!</p>
+                </div>
+                <div class="collumn">
+                    <div class="head"><span class="headline hl5">Give people courage</span>
+                        <p><span class="headline hl6">The crowd seemed to grow</span></p>
+                    </div>
+                    The sunset faded to twilight before anything further happened. The crowd far away on the left,
+                    towards
+                    Woking, seemed to grow, and I heard now a faint murmur from it. The little knot of people towards
+                    Chobham dispersed. There was scarcely an intimation of movement from the pit.<p></p>
+                    <figure class="figure">
+                        <img class="media" src="https://i.giphy.com/PW7MoTD2d9pJK.gif" alt="">
+                        <figcaption class="figcaption">Hermine hoping for courage.</figcaption>
+                    </figure>
+                    <p>It was this, as much as anything, that gave people courage, and I suppose the new arrivals from
+                        Woking also helped to restore confidence. At any rate, as the dusk came on a slow, intermittent
+                        movement upon the sand pits began, a movement that seemed to gather force as the stillness of
+                        the
+                        evening about the cylinder remained unbroken. Vertical black figures in twos and threes would
+                        advance, stop, watch, and advance again, spreading out as they did so in a thin irregular
+                        crescent
+                        that promised to enclose the pit in its attenuated horns. I, too, on my side began to move
+                        towards
+                        the pit.</p>
+                    <p>Then I saw some cabmen and others had walked boldly into the sand pits, and heard the clatter of
+                        hoofs and the gride of wheels. I saw a lad trundling off the barrow of apples. And then, within
+                        thirty yards of the pit, advancing from the direction of Horsell, I noted a little black knot of
+                        men, the foremost of whom was waving a white flag.</p>
+                </div>
+                <div class="collumn">
+                    <div class="head"><span class="headline hl1">May the Force be with you</span>
+                        <p><span class="headline hl2">Let go your conscious self and act on instinct</span></p>
+                    </div>Partially, but it also obeys your commands. Hey, Luke! May the Force be with you. I have
+                    traced
+                    the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to finding their secret base.<p></p>
+                    <figure class="figure">
+                        <img class="media" src="https://i.giphy.com/4fDWVPMoSyhgc.gif" alt="">
+                        <figcaption class="figcaption">"This time, let go your conscious self and act on instinct."
+                        </figcaption>
+                    </figure>
+                    <p>Leave that to me. Send a distress signal, and inform the Senate that all on board were killed.
+                        <span class="citation">"Don't under­estimate the Force. I suggest you try it again,
+                            Luke."</span> This
+                        time, let go your conscious self and act on instinct. In my experience, there is no such thing
+                        as
+                        luck. You're all clear, kid. Let's blow this thing and go home!</p>
+                    <p>You don't believe in the Force, do you? Partially, but it also obeys your commands. The plans you
+                        refer to will soon be back in our hands. As you wish.</p>
+                </div>
+                <div class="collumn">
+                    <div class="head"><span class="headline hl3">The buzz of the little world </span>
+                        <p><span class="headline hl4">A thousand unknown plants</span></p>
+                    </div>
+                    <p>I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I
+                        never
+                        was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and
+                        the
+                        meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few
+                        stray
+                        gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling
+                        stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I
+                        hear
+                        the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless
+                        indescribable
+                        forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his
+                        own
+                        image, and the breath</p>
+                </div>
+                <div class="collumn">
+                    <div class="head"><span class="headline hl1">It wasn't a dream </span>
+                        <p><span class="headline hl4">by FRANZ KAFKA</span></p>
+                    </div>
+                    <p>One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed
+                        into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he
+                        could
+                        see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was
+                        hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. </p>
+                    <p>His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly
+                        as he
+                        looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room
+                        although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of
+                        textile
+                        samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung
+                        a
+                        picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded
+                        frame.
+                        It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff
+                        that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the
+                        window at the dull weather. </p>
+                </div>
+            </div>
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-        <div class="subhead">Thursday April 30, 2020</div>
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-    <div class="content">
-        <div class="collumns">
-            <div class="collumn">
-                <div class="head"><span class="headline hl3">When darkness overspreads my eyes</span>
-                    <p><span class="headline hl4">by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE</span></p>
-                </div>
-                When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper
-                surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner
-                sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream;<p>and, as I lie close to
-                    the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world
-                    among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies,
-                    then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that
-                    universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and
-                    then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul
-                    and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh,
-                    would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and
-                    warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite
-                    God!</p>
-            </div>
-            <div class="collumn">
-                <div class="head"><span class="headline hl5">Give people courage</span>
-                    <p><span class="headline hl6">The crowd seemed to grow</span></p>
-                </div>
-                The sunset faded to twilight before anything further happened. The crowd far away on the left, towards
-                Woking, seemed to grow, and I heard now a faint murmur from it. The little knot of people towards
-                Chobham dispersed. There was scarcely an intimation of movement from the pit.<p></p>
-                <figure class="figure">
-                    <img class="media" src="https://i.giphy.com/PW7MoTD2d9pJK.gif" alt="">
-                    <figcaption class="figcaption">Hermine hoping for courage.</figcaption>
-                </figure>
-                <p>It was this, as much as anything, that gave people courage, and I suppose the new arrivals from
-                    Woking also helped to restore confidence. At any rate, as the dusk came on a slow, intermittent
-                    movement upon the sand pits began, a movement that seemed to gather force as the stillness of the
-                    evening about the cylinder remained unbroken. Vertical black figures in twos and threes would
-                    advance, stop, watch, and advance again, spreading out as they did so in a thin irregular crescent
-                    that promised to enclose the pit in its attenuated horns. I, too, on my side began to move towards
-                    the pit.</p>
-                <p>Then I saw some cabmen and others had walked boldly into the sand pits, and heard the clatter of
-                    hoofs and the gride of wheels. I saw a lad trundling off the barrow of apples. And then, within
-                    thirty yards of the pit, advancing from the direction of Horsell, I noted a little black knot of
-                    men, the foremost of whom was waving a white flag.</p>
-            </div>
-            <div class="collumn">
-                <div class="head"><span class="headline hl1">May the Force be with you</span>
-                    <p><span class="headline hl2">Let go your conscious self and act on instinct</span></p>
-                </div>Partially, but it also obeys your commands. Hey, Luke! May the Force be with you. I have traced
-                the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to finding their secret base.<p></p>
-                <figure class="figure">
-                    <img class="media" src="https://i.giphy.com/4fDWVPMoSyhgc.gif" alt="">
-                    <figcaption class="figcaption">"This time, let go your conscious self and act on instinct."
-                    </figcaption>
-                </figure>
-                <p>Leave that to me. Send a distress signal, and inform the Senate that all on board were killed. <span
-                        class="citation">"Don't under­estimate the Force. I suggest you try it again, Luke."</span> This
-                    time, let go your conscious self and act on instinct. In my experience, there is no such thing as
-                    luck. You're all clear, kid. Let's blow this thing and go home!</p>
-                <p>You don't believe in the Force, do you? Partially, but it also obeys your commands. The plans you
-                    refer to will soon be back in our hands. As you wish.</p>
-            </div>
-            <div class="collumn">
-                <div class="head"><span class="headline hl3">The buzz of the little world </span>
-                    <p><span class="headline hl4">A thousand unknown plants</span></p>
-                </div>
-                <p>I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never
-                    was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the
-                    meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray
-                    gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling
-                    stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear
-                    the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable
-                    forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own
-                    image, and the breath</p>
-            </div>
-            <div class="collumn">
-                <div class="head"><span class="headline hl1">It wasn't a dream </span>
-                    <p><span class="headline hl4">by FRANZ KAFKA</span></p>
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-                <p>One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed
-                    into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could
-                    see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was
-                    hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. </p>
-                <p>His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he
-                    looked. "What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room
-                    although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile
-                    samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a
-                    picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.
-                    It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff
-                    that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the
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