JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL

(Kept in shorthand.)

15 May.—Once more have I seen the Count go out in his lizard fashion. He moved downwards in a sidelong way, some hundred feet down, and a good deal to the left. He vanished into some hole or window. When his head had disappeared, I leaned out to try and see more, but without avail—the distance was too great to allow a proper angle of sight. I knew he had left the castle now, and thought to use the opportunity to explore more than I had dared to do as yet. I went back to the room, and taking a lamp, tried all the doors. They were all locked, as I had expected, and the locks were comparatively new; but I went down the stone stairs to the hall where I had entered originally. I found I could pull back the bolts easily enough and unhook the great chains; but the door was locked, and the key was gone! That key must be in the Count's room; I must watch should his door be unlocked, so that I may get it and escape. I went on to make a thorough examination of the various stairs and passages, and to try the doors that opened from them. One or two small rooms near the hall were open, but there was nothing to see in them except old furniture, dusty with age and moth-eaten. At last, however, I found one door at the top of the stairway which, though it seemed to be locked, gave a little under pressure. I tried it harder, and found that it was not really locked, but that the resistance came from the fact that the hinges had fallen somewhat, and the heavy door rested on the floor. Here was an opportunity which I might not have again, so I exerted myself, and with many efforts forced it back so that I could enter. I was now in a wing of the castle further to the right than the rooms I knew and a storey lower down. From the windows I could see that the suite of rooms lay along to the south of the castle, the windows of the end room looking out both west and south. On the latter side, as well as to the former, there was a great precipice. The castle was built on the corner of a great rock, so that on three sides it was quite impregnable, and great windows were placed here where sling, or bow, or culverin could not reach, and consequently light and comfort, impossible to a position which had to be guarded, were secured. To the west was a great valley, and then, rising far away, great jagged mountain fastnesses, rising peak on peak, the sheer rock studded with mountain ash and thorn, whose roots clung in cracks and crevices and crannies of the stone. This was evidently the portion of the castle occupied by the ladies in bygone days, for the furniture had more air of comfort than any I had seen. The windows were curtainless, and the yellow moonlight, flooding in through the diamond panes, enabled one to see even colours, whilst it softened the wealth of dust which lay over all and disguised in some measure the ravages of time and the moth. My lamp seemed to be of little effect in the brilliant moonlight, but I was glad to have it with me, for there was a dread loneliness in the place which chilled my heart and made my nerves tremble. Still, it was better than living alone in the rooms which I had come to hate from the presence of the Count, and after trying a little to school my nerves, I found a soft quietude come over me. Here I am, sitting at a little oak table where in old times possibly some fair lady sat to pen, with much thought and many blushes, her ill-spelt love-letter, and writing in my diary in shorthand all that has happened since I closed it last. It is nineteenth century up-to-date with a vengeance. And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill.

This is a very unusual and fascinating thing. I understand that blood relationships can be difficult at times, but what, I ask, is what drives this one particular club to go out of their way to do this? Is it some kind of guilt-motivated signal? Or maybe it's supposed to…reflect their fan demographics?

Idk maybe I'm looking into this too much, but dang, these Brits really got my noggin in good use

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A leading academic no doubt thought she was making polite conversation when she mentioned her fondness of sushi to a Japanese colleague.

However, Nana Sato-Rossberg interpreted the comment as racist, accused Claire Ozanne of prejudice, then sued the School of Oriental and African Studies at the University of London.

Now the judge chairing an employment tribunal has ruled that Sato-Rossberg, a linguistics and culture professor, was “hypersensitive” and “predisposed” to finding fault in her colleague. Jillian Brown dismissed Sato-Rossberg's claim, finding that Ozanne, the former deputy director and provost at Soas, was simply making acceptable and friendly “small talk”.

Earlier the tribunal was told that Sato-Rossberg started teaching at the university in 2014 and five years later was appointed as head of the department for languages, culture and linguistics.

In 2020 Ozanne, an Oxford graduate and insect specialist who has appeared on BBC radio programmes and has since moved to Liverpool Hope University, became her manager.

The tribunal in central London heard that after their first meeting, Sato-Rossberg told a colleague that she thought Ozanne would be biased because Sato-Rossberg “was not British” and was an ethnic minority woman.

The hearing was told that Sato-Rossberg had said that “people like me — a non-white female — must constantly consider the possibility that they are treated unfairly because of gender or ethnicity”.

There was also evidence that in 2021 Ozanne told Sato-Rossberg about a sushi restaurant near her home that her family enjoyed visiting, and that the professor took exception to the comment. Sato-Rossberg told the tribunal that Ozanne “would not have said to a German person, ‘I like sausage.'”

Sato-Rossberg told the hearing that if Ozanne “wished to make conversation, we had many commonalities through our work and professional academic endeavour. But [she] chose to speak only about topics directly relevant to my race: the liking of Japanese food and that her family like it and eat sushi.”

In its report the tribunal said that in the six months following the sushi comment, Sato-Rossberg continued to complain about Ozanne. In 2022 she emailed a senior member of the university's administration accusing the deputy director of bullying and harassment. Sato-Rossberg asked for Ozanne to be replaced as her manager, claiming that she had exhibited “racist microaggression” towards her.

The university started an investigation into the claims, during which time Sato-Rossberg was promoted, but it rejected the allegations last year. In response Sato-Rossberg sued Soas for race discrimination, harassment, victimisation and unfair treatment for whistleblowing.

Rejecting the claim, the judge found that Sato-Rossberg had concluded, without evidence, that Ozanne was prejudiced against her from the start of their relationship.

Addressing the sushi remark, the judge said that Ozanne was aware that Sato-Rossberg was Japanese and took the view that she “would receive this positively. She was making small talk and trying to establish a point of shared interest.”

The judge added that Ozanne had said “nothing detrimental about Japan”.

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An Indian man was also drowned in Hobart recently after being pushed into the river. For a city with a relatively small Indian community this must be terrifying.

Apparently this is a trend huh

Also learn to swim smh

No word on the alleged perpetrators, related charges (needed for victims of crime compo?) nor any contribution they have or have not made? Ehh

it's sad, but australia no longer wants indians, chinese or non-whites around. We can become like 1950s Ireland or Wales and only have whites and fish and chips. Should be good?

It'll 1950s cuisine and a 1930s economy. Bloody heck.

I genuinely can't make sense of any of these comments

That is a sad story.

He's not Australian and his parents live in India so it's probably best he gets some insurance payout and takes that money back to India where it will go further.

The NDIS is already billions over budget and I'm not convinced tax payers should foot the bill for this. Make the university sector underwrite it - they are the ones who collect billions in tuition dollars.

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