At Common Room, we’re building more than the tools that help organizations build and nurture their communities—we’re building a whole new way of working with the people that matter most

Common Room

John Grey Goes a Second Time to London

Barchester Towers by Anthony Trollope is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book . The New Champion here The New Champion The archdeacon did not return to the parsonage till close upon the hour of dinner, and there was therefore no time to discuss matters before that important ceremony. He seemed to be in an especial good humour, and welcomed his father-in-law with a sort of jovial earnestness that was usual with him when things on which he was intent were going on as he would have them. "It's all settled, my dear," said he to his wife as he washed his hands in his dressing-room, while she, according to her wont, sat listening in the bedroom; "Arabin has agreed to accept the living. He'll be here next week." And the archdeacon scrubbed his hands and rubbed his face with a violent alacrity, which showed that Arabin's coming was a great point gained. "Will he come here to Plumstead?" said the wife. "He has promised to stay a month with us," said the archdeacon, "so that he may see what his parish is like. You'll like Arabin very much. He's a gentleman in every respect, and full of humour." "He's very queer, isn't he?" asked the lady. "Well—he is a little odd in some of his fancies, but there's nothing about him you won't like. He is as staunch a churchman as there is at Oxford. I really don't know what we should do without Arabin. It's a great thing for me to have him so near me, and if anything can put Slope down, Arabin will do it." The Reverend Francis Arabin was a fellow of Lazarus, the favoured disciple of the great Dr. Gwynne, a High Churchman at all points—so high, indeed, that at one period of his career he had all but toppled over into the cesspool of Rome—a poet and also a polemical writer, a great pet in the common-rooms at Oxford, an eloquent clergyman, a droll, odd, humorous, energetic, conscientious man, and, as the archdeacon had boasted of him, a thorough gentleman. As he will hereafter be brought more closely to our notice, it is now only necessary to add that he had just been presented to the vicarage of St. Ewold by Dr. Grantly, in whose gift as archdeacon the living lay. St. Ewold is a parish lying just without the city of Barchester. The suburbs of the new town, indeed, are partly within its precincts, and the pretty church and parsonage are not much above a mile distant from the city gate. St. Ewold is not a rich piece of preferment—it is worth some three or four hundred a year at most, and has generally been held by a clergyman attached to the cathedral choir. The archdeacon, however, felt, when the living on this occasion became vacant, that it imperatively behoved him to aid the force of his party with some tower of strength, if any such tower could be got to occupy St. Ewold's. He had discussed the matter with his brethren in Barchester, not in any weak spirit as the holder of patronage to be used for his own or his family's benefit, but as one to whom was committed a trust on the due administration of which much of the church's welfare might depend. He had submitted to them the name of Mr. Arabin, as though the choice had rested with them all in conclave, and they had unanimously admitted that, if Mr. Arabin would accept St. Ewold's, no better choice could possibly be made. If Mr. Arabin would accept St. Ewold's! There lay the difficulty. Mr. Arabin was a man standing somewhat prominently before the world, that is, before the Church of England world. He was not a rich man, it is true, for he held no preferment but his fellowship; but he was a man not over-anxious for riches, not married of course, and one whose time was greatly taken up in discussing, both in print and on platforms, the privileges and practices of the church to which he belonged. As the archdeacon had done battle for its temporalities, so did Mr. Arabin do battle for its spiritualities, and both had done so conscientiously; that is, not so much each for his own benefit as for that of others. Holding such a position as Mr. Arabin did, there was much reason to doubt whether he would consent to become the parson of St. Ewold's, and Dr. Grantly had taken the trouble to go himself to Oxford on the matter. Dr. Gwynne and Dr. Grantly together had succeeded in persuading this eminent divine that duty required him to go to Barchester. There were wheels within wheels in this affair. For some time past Mr. Arabin had been engaged in a tremendous controversy with no less a person than Mr. Slope, respecting the apostolic succession. These two gentlemen had never seen each other, but they had been extremely bitter in print. Mr. Slope had endeavoured to strengthen his cause by calling Mr. Arabin an owl, and Mr. Arabin had retaliated by hinting that Mr. Slope was an infidel. This battle had been commenced in the columns of "The Jupiter," a powerful newspaper, the manager of which was very friendly to Mr. Slope's view of the case. The matter, however, had become too tedious for the readers of "The Jupiter," and a little note had therefore been appended to one of Mr. Slope's most telling rejoinders, in which it had been stated that no further letters from the reverend gentlemen could be inserted except as advertisements. Other methods of publication were, however, found, less expensive than advertisements in "The Jupiter," and the war went on merrily. Mr. Slope declared that the main part of the consecration of a clergyman was the self-devotion of the inner man to the duties of the ministry. Mr. Arabin contended that a man was not consecrated at all, had, indeed, no single attribute of a clergyman, unless he became so through the imposition of some bishop's hands, who had become a bishop through the imposition of other hands, and so on in a direct line to one of the apostles. Each had repeatedly hung the other on the horns of a dilemma, but neither seemed to be a whit the worse for the hanging; and so the war went on merrily. Whether or no the near neighbourhood of the foe may have acted in any way as an inducement to Mr. Arabin to accept the living of St. Ewold, we will not pretend to say; but it had at any rate been settled in Dr. Gwynne's library, at Lazarus, that he would accept it, and that he would lend his assistance towards driving the enemy out of Barchester, or, at any rate, silencing him while he remained there. Mr. Arabin intended to keep his rooms at Oxford and to have the assistance of a curate at St. Ewold, but he promised to give as much time as possible to the neighbourhood of Barchester, and from so great a man Dr. Grantly was quite satisfied with such a promise. It was no small part of the satisfaction derivable from such an arrangement that Bishop Proudie would be forced to institute into a living immediately under his own nose the enemy of his favourite chaplain. All through dinner the archdeacon's good humour shone brightly in his face. He ate of the good things heartily, he drank wine with his wife and daughter, he talked pleasantly of his doings at Oxford, told his father-in-law that he ought to visit Dr. Gwynne at Lazarus, and launched out again in praise of Mr. Arabin. "Is Mr. Arabin married, Papa?" asked Griselda. "No, my dear, the fellow of a college is never married." "Is he a young man, Papa?" "About forty, I believe," said the archdeacon. "Oh!" said Griselda. Had her father said eighty, Mr. Arabin would not have appeared to her to be very much older. When the two gentlemen were left alone over their wine, Mr. Harding told his tale of woe. But even this, sad as it was, did not much diminish the archdeacon's good humour, though it greatly added to his pugnacity. "He can't do it," said Dr. Grantly over and over again, as his father-in-law explained to him the terms on which the new warden of the hospital was to be appointed; "he can't do it. What he says is not worth the trouble of listening to. He can't alter the duties of the place." "Who can't?" asked the ex-warden. "Neither the bishop nor the chaplain, nor yet the bishop's wife, who, I take it, has really more to say to such matters than either of the other two. The whole body corporate of the palace together have no power to turn the warden of the hospital into a Sunday-schoolmaster." "But the bishop has the power to appoint whom he pleases, and—" "I don't know that; I rather think he'll find he has no such power. Let him try it, and see what the press will say. For once we shall have the popular cry on our side. But Proudie, ass as he is, knows the world too well to get such a hornet's nest about his ears." Mr. Harding winced at the idea of the press. He had had enough of that sort of publicity, and was unwilling to be shown up a second time either as a monster or as a martyr. He gently remarked that he hoped the newspapers would not get hold of his name again, and then suggested that perhaps it would be better that he should abandon his object. "I am getting old," said he, "and after all I doubt whether I am fit to undertake new duties." "New duties?" said the archdeacon; "don't I tell you there shall be no new duties?" "Or perhaps old duties either," said Mr. Harding; "I think I will remain content as I am." The picture of Mr. Slope carting away the rubbish was still present to his mind. The archdeacon drank off his glass of claret and prepared himself to be energetic. "I do hope," said he, "that you are not going to be so weak as to allow such a man as Mr. Slope to deter you from doing what you know it is your duty to do. You know it is your duty to resume your place at the hospital now that parliament has so settled the stipend as to remove those difficulties which induced you to resign it. You cannot deny this, and should your timidity now prevent you from doing so, your conscience will hereafter never forgive you," and as he finished this clause of his speech, he pushed over the bottle to his companion. "Your conscience will never forgive you," he continued. "You resigned the place from conscientious scruples, scruples which I greatly respected, though I did not share them. All your friends respected them, and you left your old house as rich in reputation as you were ruined in fortune. It is now expected that you will return. Dr. Gwynne was saying only the other day—" "Dr. Gwynne does not reflect how much older a man I am now than when he last saw me." "Old—nonsense," said the archdeacon; "you never thought yourself old till you listened to the impudent trash of that coxcomb at the palace." "I shall be sixty-five if I live till November," said Mr. Harding. "And seventy-five, if you live till November ten years," said the archdeacon. "And you bid fair to be as efficient then as you were ten years ago. But for heaven's sake let us have no pretence in this matter. Your plea of old age is a pretence. But you're not drinking your wine. It is only a pretence. The fact is, you are half-afraid of this Slope, and would rather subject yourself to comparative poverty and discomfort than come to blows with a man who will trample on you, if you let him." "I certainly don't like coming to blows, if I can help it." "Nor I neither—but sometimes we can't help it. This man's object is to induce you to refuse the hospital, that he may put some creature of his own into it; that he may show his power and insult us all by insulting you, whose cause and character are so intimately bound up with that of the chapter. You owe it to us all to resist him in this, even if you have no solicitude for yourself. But surely, for your own sake, you will not be so lily-livered as to fall into this trap which he has baited for you and let him take the very bread out of your mouth without a struggle." Mr. Harding did not like being called lily-livered, and was rather inclined to resent it. "I doubt there is any true courage," said he, "in squabbling for money." "If honest men did not squabble for money, in this wicked world of ours, the dishonest men would get it all, and I do not see that the cause of virtue would be much improved. No—we must use the means which we have. If we were to carry your argument home, we might give away every shilling of revenue which the church has, and I presume you are not prepared to say that the church would be strengthened by such a sacrifice." The archdeacon filled his glass and then emptied it, drinking with much reverence a silent toast to the well-being and permanent security of those temporalities which were so dear to his soul. "I think all quarrels between a clergyman and his bishop should be avoided," said Mr. Harding. "I think so too, but it is quite as much the duty of the bishop to look to that as of his inferior. I tell you what, my friend; I'll see the bishop in this matter—that is, if you will allow me—and you may be sure I will not compromise you. My opinion is that all this trash about the Sunday-schools and the sermons has originated wholly with Slope and Mrs. Proudie, and that the bishop knows nothing about it. The bishop can't very well refuse to see me, and I'll come upon him when he has neither his wife nor his chaplain by him. I think you'll find that it will end in his sending you the appointment without any condition whatever. And as to the seats in the cathedral, we may safely leave that to Mr. Dean. I believe the fool positively thinks that the bishop could walk away with the cathedral if he pleased." And so the matter was arranged between them. Mr. Harding had come expressly for advice, and therefore felt himself bound to take the advice given him. He had known, moreover, beforehand that the archdeacon would not hear of his giving the matter up, and accordingly, though he had in perfect good faith put forward his own views, he was prepared to yield. They therefore went into the drawing-room in good humour with each other, and the evening passed pleasantly in prophetic discussions on the future wars of Arabin and Slope. The frogs and the mice would be nothing to them, nor the angers of Agamemnon and Achilles. How the archdeacon rubbed his hands and plumed himself on the success of his last move. He could not himself descend into the arena with Slope, but Arabin would have no such scruples. Arabin was exactly the man for such work, and the only man whom he knew that was fit for it. The archdeacon's good humour and high buoyancy continued till, when reclining on his pillow, Mrs. Grantly commenced to give him her view of the state of affairs at Barchester. And then certainly he was startled. The last words he said that night were as follows:— "If she does, by heaven I'll never speak to her again. She dragged me into the mire once, but I'll not pollute myself with such filth as that—" And the archdeacon gave a shudder which shook the whole room, so violently was he convulsed with the thought which then agitated his mind. Now in this matter the widow Bold was scandalously ill-treated by her relatives. She had spoken to the man three or four times, and had expressed her willingness to teach in a Sunday-school. Such was the full extent of her sins in the matter of Mr. Slope. Poor Eleanor! But time will show. The next morning Mr. Harding returned to Barchester, no further word having been spoken in his hearing respecting Mr. Slope's acquaintance with his younger daughter. But he observed that the archdeacon at breakfast was less cordial than he had been on the preceding evening. About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Anthony Trollope (2002). Barchester Towers. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved October 2022 https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3409/pg3409-images.html This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at , located at . www.gutenberg.org https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html

The New Champion

Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here. Chapter X. The felicitous idea occurred to me a morning or two later when I woke, that the best step I could take towards making myself uncommon was to get out of Biddy everything she knew. In pursuance of this luminous conception I mentioned to Biddy when I went to Mr. Wopsle’s great-aunt’s at night, that I had a particular reason for wishing to get on in life, and that I should feel very much obliged to her if she would impart all her learning to me. Biddy, who was the most obliging of girls, immediately said she would, and indeed began to carry out her promise within five minutes. The Educational scheme or Course established by Mr. Wopsle’s great-aunt may be resolved into the following synopsis. The pupils ate apples and put straws down one another’s backs, until Mr. Wopsle’s great-aunt collected her energies, and made an indiscriminate totter at them with a birch-rod. After receiving the charge with every mark of derision, the pupils formed in line and buzzingly passed a ragged book from hand to hand. The book had an alphabet in it, some figures and tables, and a little spelling,—that is to say, it had had once. As soon as this volume began to circulate, Mr. Wopsle’s great-aunt fell into a state of coma, arising either from sleep or a rheumatic paroxysm. The pupils then entered among themselves upon a competitive examination on the subject of Boots, with the view of ascertaining who could tread the hardest upon whose toes. This mental exercise lasted until Biddy made a rush at them and distributed three defaced Bibles (shaped as if they had been unskilfully cut off the chump end of something), more illegibly printed at the best than any curiosities of literature I have since met with, speckled all over with ironmould, and having various specimens of the insect world smashed between their leaves. This part of the Course was usually lightened by several single combats between Biddy and refractory students. When the fights were over, Biddy gave out the number of a page, and then we all read aloud what we could,—or what we couldn’t—in a frightful chorus; Biddy leading with a high, shrill, monotonous voice, and none of us having the least notion of, or reverence for, what we were reading about. When this horrible din had lasted a certain time, it mechanically awoke Mr. Wopsle’s great-aunt, who staggered at a boy fortuitously, and pulled his ears. This was understood to terminate the Course for the evening, and we emerged into the air with shrieks of intellectual victory. It is fair to remark that there was no prohibition against any pupil’s entertaining himself with a slate or even with the ink (when there was any), but that it was not easy to pursue that branch of study in the winter season, on account of the little general shop in which the classes were holden—and which was also Mr. Wopsle’s great-aunt’s sitting-room and bedchamber—being but faintly illuminated through the agency of one low-spirited dip-candle and no snuffers. It appeared to me that it would take time to become uncommon, under these circumstances: nevertheless, I resolved to try it, and that very evening Biddy entered on our special agreement, by imparting some information from her little catalogue of Prices, under the head of moist sugar, and lending me, to copy at home, a large old English D which she had imitated from the heading of some newspaper, and which I supposed, until she told me what it was, to be a design for a buckle. Of course there was a public-house in the village, and of course Joe liked sometimes to smoke his pipe there. I had received strict orders from my sister to call for him at the Three Jolly Bargemen, that evening, on my way from school, and bring him home at my peril. To the Three Jolly Bargemen, therefore, I directed my steps. There was a bar at the Jolly Bargemen, with some alarmingly long chalk scores in it on the wall at the side of the door, which seemed to me to be never paid off. They had been there ever since I could remember, and had grown more than I had. But there was a quantity of chalk about our country, and perhaps the people neglected no opportunity of turning it to account. It being Saturday night, I found the landlord looking rather grimly at these records; but as my business was with Joe and not with him, I merely wished him good evening, and passed into the common room at the end of the passage, where there was a bright large kitchen fire, and where Joe was smoking his pipe in company with Mr. Wopsle and a stranger. Joe greeted me as usual with “Halloa, Pip, old chap!” and the moment he said that, the stranger turned his head and looked at me. He was a secret-looking man whom I had never seen before. His head was all on one side, and one of his eyes was half shut up, as if he were taking aim at something with an invisible gun. He had a pipe in his mouth, and he took it out, and, after slowly blowing all his smoke away and looking hard at me all the time, nodded. So, I nodded, and then he nodded again, and made room on the settle beside him that I might sit down there. But as I was used to sit beside Joe whenever I entered that place of resort, I said “No, thank you, sir,” and fell into the space Joe made for me on the opposite settle. The strange man, after glancing at Joe, and seeing that his attention was otherwise engaged, nodded to me again when I had taken my seat, and then rubbed his leg—in a very odd way, as it struck me. “You was saying,” said the strange man, turning to Joe, “that you was a blacksmith.” “Yes. I said it, you know,” said Joe. “What’ll you drink, Mr.—? You didn’t mention your name, by the bye.” Joe mentioned it now, and the strange man called him by it. “What’ll you drink, Mr. Gargery? At my expense? To top up with?” “Well,” said Joe, “to tell you the truth, I ain’t much in the habit of drinking at anybody’s expense but my own.” “Habit? No,” returned the stranger, “but once and away, and on a Saturday night too. Come! Put a name to it, Mr. Gargery.” “I wouldn’t wish to be stiff company,” said Joe. “Rum.” “Rum,” repeated the stranger. “And will the other gentleman originate a sentiment.” “Rum,” said Mr. Wopsle. “Three Rums!” cried the stranger, calling to the landlord. “Glasses round!” “This other gentleman,” observed Joe, by way of introducing Mr. Wopsle, “is a gentleman that you would like to hear give it out. Our clerk at church.” “Aha!” said the stranger, quickly, and cocking his eye at me. “The lonely church, right out on the marshes, with graves round it!” “That’s it,” said Joe. The stranger, with a comfortable kind of grunt over his pipe, put his legs up on the settle that he had to himself. He wore a flapping broad-brimmed traveller’s hat, and under it a handkerchief tied over his head in the manner of a cap: so that he showed no hair. As he looked at the fire, I thought I saw a cunning expression, followed by a half-laugh, come into his face. “I am not acquainted with this country, gentlemen, but it seems a solitary country towards the river.” “Most marshes is solitary,” said Joe. “No doubt, no doubt. Do you find any gypsies, now, or tramps, or vagrants of any sort, out there?” “No,” said Joe; “none but a runaway convict now and then. And we don’t find them, easy. Eh, Mr. Wopsle?” Mr. Wopsle, with a majestic remembrance of old discomfiture, assented; but not warmly. “Seems you have been out after such?” asked the stranger. “Once,” returned Joe. “Not that we wanted to take them, you understand; we went out as lookers on; me, and Mr. Wopsle, and Pip. Didn’t us, Pip?” “Yes, Joe.” The stranger looked at me again,—still cocking his eye, as if he were expressly taking aim at me with his invisible gun,—and said, “He’s a likely young parcel of bones that. What is it you call him?” “Pip,” said Joe. “Christened Pip?” “No, not christened Pip.” “Surname Pip?” “No,” said Joe, “it’s a kind of family name what he gave himself when a infant, and is called by.” “Son of yours?” “Well,” said Joe, meditatively, not, of course, that it could be in anywise necessary to consider about it, but because it was the way at the Jolly Bargemen to seem to consider deeply about everything that was discussed over pipes,—“well—no. No, he ain’t.” “Nevvy?” said the strange man. “Well,” said Joe, with the same appearance of profound cogitation, “he is not—no, not to deceive you, he is not—my nevvy.” “What the Blue Blazes is he?” asked the stranger. Which appeared to me to be an inquiry of unnecessary strength. Mr. Wopsle struck in upon that; as one who knew all about relationships, having professional occasion to bear in mind what female relations a man might not marry; and expounded the ties between me and Joe. Having his hand in, Mr. Wopsle finished off with a most terrifically snarling passage from Richard the Third, and seemed to think he had done quite enough to account for it when he added, “—as the poet says.” And here I may remark that when Mr. Wopsle referred to me, he considered it a necessary part of such reference to rumple my hair and poke it into my eyes. I cannot conceive why everybody of his standing who visited at our house should always have put me through the same inflammatory process under similar circumstances. Yet I do not call to mind that I was ever in my earlier youth the subject of remark in our social family circle, but some large-handed person took some such ophthalmic steps to patronise me. All this while, the strange man looked at nobody but me, and looked at me as if he were determined to have a shot at me at last, and bring me down. But he said nothing after offering his Blue Blazes observation, until the glasses of rum and water were brought; and then he made his shot, and a most extraordinary shot it was. It was not a verbal remark, but a proceeding in dumb-show, and was pointedly addressed to me. He stirred his rum and water pointedly at me, and he tasted his rum and water pointedly at me. And he stirred it and he tasted it; not with a spoon that was brought to him, but with a file. He did this so that nobody but I saw the file; and when he had done it he wiped the file and put it in a breast-pocket. I knew it to be Joe’s file, and I knew that he knew my convict, the moment I saw the instrument. I sat gazing at him, spell-bound. But he now reclined on his settle, taking very little notice of me, and talking principally about turnips. There was a delicious sense of cleaning-up and making a quiet pause before going on in life afresh, in our village on Saturday nights, which stimulated Joe to dare to stay out half an hour longer on Saturdays than at other times. The half-hour and the rum and water running out together, Joe got up to go, and took me by the hand. “Stop half a moment, Mr. Gargery,” said the strange man. “I think I’ve got a bright new shilling somewhere in my pocket, and if I have, the boy shall have it.” He looked it out from a handful of small change, folded it in some crumpled paper, and gave it to me. “Yours!” said he. “Mind! Your own.” I thanked him, staring at him far beyond the bounds of good manners, and holding tight to Joe. He gave Joe good-night, and he gave Mr. Wopsle good-night (who went out with us), and he gave me only a look with his aiming eye,—no, not a look, for he shut it up, but wonders may be done with an eye by hiding it. On the way home, if I had been in a humour for talking, the talk must have been all on my side, for Mr. Wopsle parted from us at the door of the Jolly Bargemen, and Joe went all the way home with his mouth wide open, to rinse the rum out with as much air as possible. But I was in a manner stupefied by this turning up of my old misdeed and old acquaintance, and could think of nothing else. My sister was not in a very bad temper when we presented ourselves in the kitchen, and Joe was encouraged by that unusual circumstance to tell her about the bright shilling. “A bad un, I’ll be bound,” said Mrs. Joe triumphantly, “or he wouldn’t have given it to the boy! Let’s look at it.” I took it out of the paper, and it proved to be a good one. “But what’s this?” said Mrs. Joe, throwing down the shilling and catching up the paper. “Two One-Pound notes?” Nothing less than two fat sweltering one-pound notes that seemed to have been on terms of the warmest intimacy with all the cattle-markets in the county. Joe caught up his hat again, and ran with them to the Jolly Bargemen to restore them to their owner. While he was gone, I sat down on my usual stool and looked vacantly at my sister, feeling pretty sure that the man would not be there. Presently, Joe came back, saying that the man was gone, but that he, Joe, had left word at the Three Jolly Bargemen concerning the notes. Then my sister sealed them up in a piece of paper, and put them under some dried rose-leaves in an ornamental teapot on the top of a press in the state parlour. There they remained, a nightmare to me, many and many a night and day. I had sadly broken sleep when I got to bed, through thinking of the strange man taking aim at me with his invisible gun, and of the guiltily coarse and common thing it was, to be on secret terms of conspiracy with convicts,—a feature in my low career that I had previously forgotten. I was haunted by the file too. A dread possessed me that when I least expected it, the file would reappear. I coaxed myself to sleep by thinking of Miss Havisham’s, next Wednesday; and in my sleep I saw the file coming at me out of a door, without seeing who held it, and I screamed myself awake. About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Dickens, Charles, 1998. Great Expectations. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved April 2022 from https://www.gutenberg.org/files/1400/1400-h/1400-h.htm#chap10 This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org , located at https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html .

Great Expectations: Chapter X

Remote work is not something new that has surfaced in recent times. But With the COVID-19 pandemic – It has become much more relevant and necessary to the global workforce eyeing for revival. In the previous decade, remote work saw a whopping increase of 159% in the US, according to the flex jobs. And now, when the whole world is battling with the pandemic, there is a gradual shift to remote work economy. This sudden shift – not only ensures health safety but also enhances efficiency of the existing workforce. There are numerous advantages when it comes to working remotely. According to the stats, working away from the workplace reduced the cost by 77%, boosted employee morale by 90%, reduced sick days by 50%, and elevated satisfaction level to 57%. These stats are impressive from both the employee and the employer's point of view. The benefits by working from home are quite remarkable that assist in boosting productivity, lowering stress, and increasing satisfaction level. However, along with these great benefits, there lie several challenges that become an overarching barrier to the overall concept of remote working. Indeed, visualizing a remote economy without dealing with the existing downsides is entirely impossible. What are those barriers? How do they affect the remote workers? And How to deal with those challenges effectively? Let’s explore further in the post. 1. Adjusting to Virtual Communication Communication is essential when it comes to remote working. Employers disperse the necessary information at the workplace that helps workers determine the scope of work and deadline within which they need to finish off a particular duty. Unfortunately, virtual communication, which is an integral part of remote working, can be a hurdle between employees and employers if not implemented right. Adjusting to this virtual communication requires proper training and directions. It is also significant so that the employees don’t feel socially disconnected, isolated and uninformed. 2. Distractions and Interruptions While working away from your workplace, distractions and interruptions are frequent. When you work at home, you are much more relaxed and a little focused on the task that needs to be completed. And, even the smallest disturbance around you – takes away your whole concentration levels. The cause of the distraction can be anything. Your pet roaming around, the buzz among your family members or a visitor on the door seeking attention. The best ways to deal with distractions are: Pick up the right spot and time to accomplish your task. Night time is perfect to work if your employer offers you such flexibility. Choose a room or corner where you are much likely to focus on your work. Isolating yourself from others is the first step toward higher productivity. Prioritize your tasks and take a resolution to complete them on time. If you cannot find a peaceful environment, try earpieces to reduce unwanted sounds that are fundamentally distractive. Keep unwanted communications at bay and build consistency. 3. Time Management Time management is the key to achieve discipline and focus during the entire remote working journey. Time management is already an essential component for freelancers working on the freelance marketplace to ensure the highest work standards. According to the , “there are more than 15 freelance platforms where you need to be right on the money when it comes to time management”. If you don’t manage time carefully, you’re surely risking your reputation among clients. Hence, time management is always critical to freelance success. To the employee for whom remote working is something new, time management can be an arduous task. A miserable schedule can result in unorganized tasks, missed deadlines, and poor quality of work. However, there are ways you can always manage time effectively. Here are some of them: Heck Oh Yeah blog Use time management software such as Timecamp, Clockify, or Toggl. Make a to-do list Prioritize tasks based on the deadline. 4. Overworking The biggest challenge for employers is getting the same level of efficiency from the workers. When the workers are not in sight, the risk is that they might slack off. However, the trend in remote work is just the opposite. Workers tend to overwork when both personal and professional life is mingled. The prime reason for such overworking is that it is hard to switch off when the professional and personal life is considerably intermixed and conducted under one roof. This situation often results in indefinite work without taking breaks. And, this often leads to poor mental health and burnout. To avoid this situation, here is what you can do: Set reminders on the calendar for the end of the workday. It is a great way to maintain work-life balance and allow your brain to recover from work-related stress. Afterwards, you can go shopping, follow your fitness regime and do all your favorite things that bring back your energy levels to normal. Set-up reminder for breaks. Taking breaks is as vital as completing essential tasks. A to-do list can help you manage interruptions and help you recondition your mind and body. Create physical boundaries between the office and other home areas. If you have a dedicated space, it can work well or make a partition in your common room. 5. Social Isolation Striking a balance between working and personal life is essential. Too much desolation can result in being cut-off by other people and isolate you from the outer world. Isolation does not only severely impact your overall brain health but also in tandem cause to lower your productivity levels. And, in times like COVID-19 is common. To avoid social isolation it, here is what to do. social isolation Join a local or recreational community. Be more social. Talk to your friends, family members, and anyone around. Build social work-spaces where you can express yourself better and light-up your mind by starting great conversations. 6. Accessible Technology Technology plays a significant role in working on a remote site. It can be internet coverage, video streaming tools, and your computer or communication software. It is always necessary to have technology beforehand to navigate and complete communication and project delivery effortlessly. Perhaps, there are moments when you have to deal with power outages, computer technical issues, internet speed problems, and many. The best way to overcome them is always to have a backup plan ready. And that is not only one plan. You got to have a plan A and plan B. Therefore, and you can instantly switch-off between plans in case of contingency. 7. Time Zone Differences Sometime teeming up is crucial to complete a project. While working remotely, collaboration can be a problem. If your team member is in a different time zone, it can get even more complicated. Different time zones can result in unnecessary waiting times when you have to simply rely on your team member’s answers to a critical question or project supervision on an immediate basis. And, it certainly can feel you out of touch. To solve this problem, you can recommend your team to work on an overlap period. A fixed overlap period can allow you and your team members to exchange work-related information and project communication. And, this will undoubtedly result in timely project completion and fewer delays. The Ball is Rolling Undoubtedly, the future of jobs is remote working. While the remote working which is the new normal for the global workforce, it is pretty much accidental. Adjusting and adapting to this normal would take rewarding adjustments in mindset and environment. Remember, when you adjust to these challenges, you enjoy greater flexibility, productivity, and opportunities for a better work-life. It’s Time for you to transform the Remote Job Arena What is the biggest challenge for you when it comes to remote working? And how did you overcome them. Any tips you would like to share? Drop them in the comments below, I would love to hear them up.

7 Challenges to a Remote Work Economy and How to Deal with Them

This post is part of a larger attempt to share my personal “systems” that help me organize my life. By sharing my system, I hope to get feedback and inspire others to share as well. Minimalism: Living with Nothing I started becoming a minimalist two years ago, inspired by sites like and Marie Kondo’s . I quickly got addicted to reducing my possessions, and found more and more ways to declutter. I now have only 115 items! There are three main reasons I’m a minimalist fanboy: The Minimalists The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up — I don’t have messes anymore and I rarely worry about losing items. Reduced cognitive overload Focusing on as opposed to material-based happiness. I seldom found long-term joy in the physical items I purchased for myself. experience-based happiness Being a minimalist has allowed me much more , for example, freeing up the money I would have spent on a new bed frame so that I can invest the money. financial freedom I’ve outlined exactly the 115 items that I own now, although I’m still working on decreasing this number. I hope this inspires others to share their material systems, and I want to highlight some key multi-purpose items that allow my list to be so short. My three favorite minimalist items These items are great because they’re multi-purpose, compact, and very cheap, so I don’t worry about damaging or losing them. Radix One Slim Wallet ( ) Amazon Link Curious what’s inside my wallet? Check out my . financial break-down article Foldable Storage Ottoman ( ) Amazon Link Swiss Army Pocket Knife ( ) Amazon Link My full 115 items This list is a list of items that I would take with me if I were moving. It does NOT include shared items (e.g. common room couch) and it counts pairs of items as one (e.g. a pair of socks). Otherwise, I generally try to count items as separate unless they’re clearly in a “bundle” (I’ve labeled these items with “[bundle]” to clarify I’m counting them as one item). Methodology: Clothing (60) Note: not all clothing pictured 2 Eyeglasses (one backup) Eyeglasses Case 10 Pairs of Socks (including and ) Darn Tough Socks Feetures! Running Socks 14 Pairs of Underwear (Target) 10 T-shirts 4 Casual Button-down Shirts 2 Dress Shirts 2 Jeans 2 Belts Slacks Tie Khaki Shorts Board Shorts (multi-use as exercise shorts) Pajama Pants Nike Pegasus 32 Running Shoes Dress Shoes Collegiate Jacket Thick Winter Jacket Snow Jacket Light black hoodie Atif Ateeq’s “Haram” Hat Baseball Cap Toiletries (17) Generic Soft-Brush Toothbrush Generic Toothpaste Hair Comb Floss Bath Towel Body Wash Pantene Two in One Shampoo+Conditioner Medicine [bundle] Toiletries Bag Hand Towel Dove Men + Care Deodorant EltaMD Sunscreen Beard Trimmer Beard Trimmer Charger Lubriderm Men’s 3-In-1 Body Lotion Retainers Retainers Case On-the-go (7) (great for running with) Osprey Packs Quasar Daypack [bundle, including 5 cards] Radix One Slim Wallet House Key U.S. Passport Sleeping Bag Sleeping Bag Case Tote Bags [bundle] Electronics (11) Extension Cord Android Nexus 6P Smartphone Apple MacBook Pro 13 inch with Retina Display Apple MacBook Charger Bose QC 20 noise cancelling headphones Spare Earphones [bundle] Spare Chargers [bundle] WD 1TB Portable External Hard Drive Headphone Splitter Xiaomi Portable Battery Charger Travel Power Adapter Furniture (13) Twin-XL Mattress Allergy Mattress Cover (to put the mattress directly on the floor) Gray Fitted Sheet Gray Bed Sheet Navy Comforter Pillow Pillow Cover Masai Mara Blanket (from my travels in Kenya) Two (~$20 on Amazon) Foldable Storage Ottomans (can be made into a couch on the floor, or can be slept in as an extra bed) EMOOR Japanese Traditional Futon Mattress, Twin EMOOR Japanese Traditional Futon Gray Cover IKEA Laundry Basket Miscellaneous (7) Swiss Army Pocket Knife [bundle] Post-IT Notes Empty Box (for storage) Soylent Hard-bound MoleSkine Notebook Yoga Mat BUFF Multifunctional Headwear Pens [bundle] Not included in this list Shared Kitchenware (borrowed from roommates) Shared Furniture (borrowed from roommates) Consumable Items (I cycle through these on a biweekly basis) Books (I’ll donate them when I move, and I mostly use e-books — if you’re curious for more, ) here’s a post about my reading organization system If you found this interesting, you can follow me on Twitter at . Check out some of my other articles below: @stervyc The Practical Minimalist Gift Guide My Entire Financial System in One Diagram What Other Minimalists Like Me Own

How I live: My 115 things

Not bad for a movie night, but not great for a restful sleep I arrived in Vancouver a week ago with a master plan. It involved a long list of activities, including marketing like crazy and building our connection platform. All this would start out of my friends living room, and in cliché fashion, I would be sleeping on the couch. The plan seemed solid. Everyone I told it to said it was great — my parents, my close friends — I was sold. Off to Vancouver I went, to create Shift Connections with my friends Blake and Alex. The first couple of days the plan seemed flawless. The couch was better than expected, and Blake and I were already hitting tech and creative socials to share our idea and build connections. We hit the ground running, but after a few days I was running on fumes, and we were just getting started. We quickly discovered holes in our plan. In the two weeks since I’ve been in Vancouver, our marketing plan has quickly morphed from handing out business cards at meetups to a hard thought-out scientific approach. We thought we had a good handle on the product, the pitch, and the user personas, We iterated, practiced, got better. We weren’t discouraged though; we were too busy iterating. but we didn’t. I did the same thing with the couch. The first night was fine — I was so tired from traveling that I could have slept front row at a Blue Jays game. But night two was bad, and night three was worse. On top of that, I was getting sick. Things were compounding quickly. Rather than giving in and letting myself get sicker and sicker, I iterated. A bed wasn’t an option — The living room is a common room that our Airbnb-ers use to watch TV and hangout. I went to Walmart, bought a memory foam pad, a sheet, two pillows, and a blanket. So I got creative. All combined it was less than a hundred bucks. Seems expensive, but it’s an investment in my health, and my ability to work at a high clip. I keep the sheet and memory foam on all the time, and take the back cushions off to sleep. As a team, we’re just doing what a start up does — chasing perfection. We know we’ll never reach perfection, and that we’ll never be on the final iteration of our approach. Everyday our definition of our mission will improve. Hopefully the couch isn’t my bed forever. At Shift Connections we’re chasing positive growth every day. We’re doing this because learning and connecting are our passions. We believe everyone should have a chance to be in an environment that encourages their passions, and empowers their ideas, no matter how big or small they may be. Every day we strive to create this community. Every iteration we get a small step closer. Fresh Sheets — I still can’t iron mom

Iterate Everything — Even the Couch

The Problem of Philosophy, by Bertrand Russells, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book here . THE EXISTENCE OF MATTER THE EXISTENCE OF MATTER In this chapter we have to ask ourselves whether, in any sense at all, there is such a thing as matter. Is there a table which has a certain intrinsic nature, and continues to exist when I am not looking, or is the table merely a product of my imagination, a dream-table in a very prolonged dream? This question is of the greatest importance. For if we cannot be sure of the independent existence of objects, we cannot be sure of the independent existence of other people's bodies, and therefore still less of other people's minds, since we have no grounds for believing in their minds except such as are derived from observing their bodies. Thus if we cannot be sure of the independent existence of objects, we shall be left alone in a desert—it may be that the whole outer world is nothing but a dream, and that we alone exist. This is an uncomfortable possibility; but although it cannot be strictly proved to be false, there is not the slightest reason to suppose that it is true. In this chapter we have to see why this is the case. Before we embark upon doubtful matters, let us try to find some more or less fixed point from which to start. Although we are doubting the physical existence of the table, we are not doubting the existence of the sense-data which made us think there was a table; we are not doubting that, while we look, a certain colour and shape appear to us, and while we press, a certain sensation of hardness is experienced by us. All this, which is psychological, we are not calling in question. In fact, whatever else may be doubtful, some at least of our immediate experiences seem absolutely certain. Descartes (1596-1650), the founder of modern philosophy, invented a method which may still be used with profit—the method of systematic doubt. He determined that he would believe nothing which he did not see quite clearly and distinctly to be true. Whatever he could bring himself to doubt, he would doubt, until he saw reason for not doubting it. By applying this method he gradually became convinced that the only existence of which he could be quite certain was his own. He imagined a deceitful demon, who presented unreal things to his senses in a perpetual phantasmagoria; it might be very improbable that such a demon existed, but still it was possible, and therefore doubt concerning things perceived by the senses was possible. But doubt concerning his own existence was not possible, for if he did not exist, no demon could deceive him. If he doubted, he must exist; if he had any experiences whatever, he must exist. Thus his own existence was an absolute certainty to him. 'I think, therefore I am,' he said (Cogito, ergo sum); and on the basis of this certainty he set to work to build up again the world of knowledge which his doubt had laid in ruins. By inventing the method of doubt, and by showing that subjective things are the most certain, Descartes performed a great service to philosophy, and one which makes him still useful to all students of the subject. But some care is needed in using Descartes' argument. 'I think, therefore I am' says rather more than is strictly certain. It might seem as though we were quite sure of being the same person to-day as we were yesterday, and this is no doubt true in some sense. But the real Self is as hard to arrive at as the real table, and does not seem to have that absolute, convincing certainty that belongs to particular experiences. When I look at my table and see a certain brown colour, what is quite certain at once is not 'I am seeing a brown colour', but rather, 'a brown colour is being seen'. This of course involves something (or somebody) which (or who) sees the brown colour; but it does not of itself involve that more or less permanent person whom we call 'I'. So far as immediate certainty goes, it might be that the something which sees the brown colour is quite momentary, and not the same as the something which has some different experience the next moment. Thus it is our particular thoughts and feelings that have primitive certainty. And this applies to dreams and hallucinations as well as to normal perceptions: when we dream or see a ghost, we certainly do have the sensations we think we have, but for various reasons it is held that no physical object corresponds to these sensations. Thus the certainty of our knowledge of our own experiences does not have to be limited in any way to allow for exceptional cases. Here, therefore, we have, for what it is worth, a solid basis from which to begin our pursuit of knowledge. The problem we have to consider is this: Granted that we are certain of our own sense-data, have we any reason for regarding them as signs of the existence of something else, which we can call the physical object? When we have enumerated all the sense-data which we should naturally regard as connected with the table, have we said all there is to say about the table, or is there still something else—something not a sense-datum, something which persists when we go out of the room? Common sense unhesitatingly answers that there is. What can be bought and sold and pushed about and have a cloth laid on it, and so on, cannot be a mere collection of sense-data. If the cloth completely hides the table, we shall derive no sense-data from the table, and therefore, if the table were merely sense-data, it would have ceased to exist, and the cloth would be suspended in empty air, resting, by a miracle, in the place where the table formerly was. This seems plainly absurd; but whoever wishes to become a philosopher must learn not to be frightened by absurdities. One great reason why it is felt that we must secure a physical object in addition to the sense-data, is that we want the same object for different people. When ten people are sitting round a dinner-table, it seems preposterous to maintain that they are not seeing the same tablecloth, the same knives and forks and spoons and glasses. But the sense-data are private to each separate person; what is immediately present to the sight of one is not immediately present to the sight of another: they all see things from slightly different points of view, and therefore see them slightly differently. Thus, if there are to be public neutral objects, which can be in some sense known to many different people, there must be something over and above the private and particular sense-data which appear to various people. What reason, then, have we for believing that there are such public neutral objects? The first answer that naturally occurs to one is that, although different people may see the table slightly differently, still they all see more or less similar things when they look at the table, and the variations in what they see follow the laws of perspective and reflection of light, so that it is easy to arrive at a permanent object underlying all the different people's sense-data. I bought my table from the former occupant of my room; I could not buy his sense-data, which died when he went away, but I could and did buy the confident expectation of more or less similar sense-data. Thus it is the fact that different people have similar sense-data, and that one person in a given place at different times has similar sense-data, which makes us suppose that over and above the sense-data there is a permanent public object which underlies or causes the sense-data of various people at various times. Now in so far as the above considerations depend upon supposing that there are other people besides ourselves, they beg the very question at issue. Other people are represented to me by certain sense-data, such as the sight of them or the sound of their voices, and if I had no reason to believe that there were physical objects independent of my sense-data, I should have no reason to believe that other people exist except as part of my dream. Thus, when we are trying to show that there must be objects independent of our own sense-data, we cannot appeal to the testimony of other people, since this testimony itself consists of sense-data, and does not reveal other people's experiences unless our own sense-data are signs of things existing independently of us. We must therefore, if possible, find, in our own purely private experiences, characteristics which show, or tend to show, that there are in the world things other than ourselves and our private experiences. In one sense it must be admitted that we can never prove the existence of things other than ourselves and our experiences. No logical absurdity results from the hypothesis that the world consists of myself and my thoughts and feelings and sensations, and that everything else is mere fancy. In dreams a very complicated world may seem to be present, and yet on waking we find it was a delusion; that is to say, we find that the sense-data in the dream do not appear to have corresponded with such physical objects as we should naturally infer from our sense-data. (It is true that, when the physical world is assumed, it is possible to find physical causes for the sense-data in dreams: a door banging, for instance, may cause us to dream of a naval engagement. But although, in this case, there is a physical cause for the sense-data, there is not a physical object corresponding to the sense-data in the way in which an actual naval battle would correspond.) There is no logical impossibility in the supposition that the whole of life is a dream, in which we ourselves create all the objects that come before us. But although this is not logically impossible, there is no reason whatever to suppose that it is true; and it is, in fact, a less simple hypothesis, viewed as a means of accounting for the facts of our own life, than the common-sense hypothesis that there really are objects independent of us, whose action on us causes our sensations. The way in which simplicity comes in from supposing that there really are physical objects is easily seen. If the cat appears at one moment in one part of the room, and at another in another part, it is natural to suppose that it has moved from the one to the other, passing over a series of intermediate positions. But if it is merely a set of sense-data, it cannot have ever been in any place where I did not see it; thus we shall have to suppose that it did not exist at all while I was not looking, but suddenly sprang into being in a new place. If the cat exists whether I see it or not, we can understand from our own experience how it gets hungry between one meal and the next; but if it does not exist when I am not seeing it, it seems odd that appetite should grow during non-existence as fast as during existence. And if the cat consists only of sense-data, it cannot be hungry, since no hunger but my own can be a sense-datum to me. Thus the behaviour of the sense-data which represent the cat to me, though it seems quite natural when regarded as an expression of hunger, becomes utterly inexplicable when regarded as mere movements and changes of patches of colour, which are as incapable of hunger as a triangle is of playing football. But the difficulty in the case of the cat is nothing compared to the difficulty in the case of human beings. When human beings speak—that is, when we hear certain noises which we associate with ideas, and simultaneously see certain motions of lips and expressions of face—it is very difficult to suppose that what we hear is not the expression of a thought, as we know it would be if we emitted the same sounds. Of course similar things happen in dreams, where we are mistaken as to the existence of other people. But dreams are more or less suggested by what we call waking life, and are capable of being more or less accounted for on scientific principles if we assume that there really is a physical world. Thus every principle of simplicity urges us to adopt the natural view, that there really are objects other than ourselves and our sense-data which have an existence not dependent upon our perceiving them. Of course it is not by argument that we originally come by our belief in an independent external world. We find this belief ready in ourselves as soon as we begin to reflect: it is what may be called an instinctive belief. We should never have been led to question this belief but for the fact that, at any rate in the case of sight, it seems as if the sense-datum itself were instinctively believed to be the independent object, whereas argument shows that the object cannot be identical with the sense-datum. This discovery, however—which is not at all paradoxical in the case of taste and smell and sound, and only slightly so in the case of touch—leaves undiminished our instinctive belief that there are objects corresponding to our sense-data. Since this belief does not lead to any difficulties, but on the contrary tends to simplify and systematize our account of our experiences, there seems no good reason for rejecting it. We may therefore admit—though with a slight doubt derived from dreams—that the external world does really exist, and is not wholly dependent for its existence upon our continuing to perceive it. The argument which has led us to this conclusion is doubtless less strong than we could wish, but it is typical of many philosophical arguments, and it is therefore worth while to consider briefly its general character and validity. All knowledge, we find, must be built up upon our instinctive beliefs, and if these are rejected, nothing is left. But among our instinctive beliefs some are much stronger than others, while many have, by habit and association, become entangled with other beliefs, not really instinctive, but falsely supposed to be part of what is believed instinctively. Philosophy should show us the hierarchy of our instinctive beliefs, beginning with those we hold most strongly, and presenting each as much isolated and as free from irrelevant additions as possible. It should take care to show that, in the form in which they are finally set forth, our instinctive beliefs do not clash, but form a harmonious system. There can never be any reason for rejecting one instinctive belief except that it clashes with others; thus, if they are found to harmonize, the whole system becomes worthy of acceptance. It is of course possible that all or any of our beliefs may be mistaken, and therefore all ought to be held with at least some slight element of doubt. But we cannot have reason to reject a belief except on the ground of some other belief. Hence, by organizing our instinctive beliefs and their consequences, by considering which among them is most possible, if necessary, to modify or abandon, we can arrive, on the basis of accepting as our sole data what we instinctively believe, at an orderly systematic organization of our knowledge, in which, though the possibility of error remains, its likelihood is diminished by the interrelation of the parts and by the critical scrutiny which has preceded acquiescence. This function, at least, philosophy can perform. Most philosophers, rightly or wrongly, believe that philosophy can do much more than this—that it can give us knowledge, not otherwise attainable, concerning the universe as a whole, and concerning the nature of ultimate reality. Whether this be the case or not, the more modest function we have spoken of can certainly be performed by philosophy, and certainly suffices, for those who have once begun to doubt the adequacy of common sense, to justify the arduous and difficult labours that philosophical problems involve. About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Bertrand Russell (2009). THE PROBLEMS OF PHILOSOPHY. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved October 2022, from https://www.gutenberg.org/files/5827/5827-h/5827-h.htm This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org , located at https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html .

The Existence of Matter

If you are looking for and answers, you are on the right page. Below are some real DevOps Iinterview questions common in 2020 and expected to be used and reused in 2021. Go through all of them to crack your next interview. DevOps Interview Questions 1. What is DevOps? The Term DevOps was Initiated by combining Operations and Development teams. DevOps is a mix of tools, that guide automation of complete infrastructure. It is a mindset of IT, and it encourages, the communication and automation between developers and certain IT operations. 2. Why do we need DevOps? To get fast application development, and to meet the requirements of users. DevOps is motivated by all agile processes, for automating the development, and operation processes. It helps in delivering continuous applications to the end-users, for getting more benefits. 3. What are the Adoptions in DevOps Industry? Take a Smart Approach to Automation. Emphasize Quality Assurance Early. Adopt Iteratively. Understand and Address Your Unique Needs. Make the Most of Metrics. Embrace a DevOps Mindset. 4. What are the key aspects of DevOps? Automated Delivery Pipeline. Configuration Management. Regular Integration. Automated Monitoring & Health Checks. The Firefighter Role. Infrastructure as Code. 5. How would you explain the concept of “Infrastructure as Code”? Infrastructure as code is the way we manage Infrastructure, products such as connection topology, Load balancers, Virtual Machines, Networks, with a Descriptive sample. That is by using the same version as DevOps, the team uses like source code. Infrastructure as code is defined to solve the issue of Environment. 6. What is the use of a chef in DevOps? The chef is the best configuration management tool, to deal with machine setup on servers, virtual machines and in the cloud. So many companies utilize chef software to manage their Infrastructure. The chef is made of ruby and Erlang programming languages. 7. What is the purpose of Git? The main purpose of Git is to handle a project, with a combination of files, as they turn over time. It stores this information in a Data Design known as Repository. Git has a set of commit objects. It belongs to the third-generation version control tool. 8. How is DevOps Helpful to Developers? It helps Developers make fast decisions and complete Applications that a user needs. DevOps is a mix of tools, so many developers analyze the data by using this tool to get accurate data and complete the task in Specified Time. Developers get more benefits by using DevOps. 9. Name the popular scripting language of DevOps Python 10. Name some Agile Methods in DevOps Test-first programming. Regular refactoring. Continuous Integration. Simple design. Pair programming. Sharing the codebase between programmers. A single coding standard for all programmers. A common “war-room” style work area. 11. Name some DevOps Tools BitBucket. Sentry. GitHub. Ansible. Vagrant. Nagios. Phantom. Docker. Jenkins. Slack. 12. What is Scope for SSH? SSH is simply restricted, we won’t allow Running “apt for getting an update” or “apt-get install”. We apply Ansible Recipes, to provision your environment, from scratch, we can not provide complete SSH Access. 13. What are the Benefits Of Devops With reference to Technical And Business Perspectives? 1)Technical Benefits: a) Software Delivery is continuous. b) Reduces Complexity in problems. c)Faster approach to resolve problems d)Manpower is reduced. 2.Business Benefits: a)Stable operating environments. b)Advanced Communication and Collaboration. c)Fast Delivery of Business Features. 14. What are Anti-patterns of DevOps? 1.DevOps Isn’t Feasible with Legacy Systems. 2.DevOps Gets Rid of Operations. 3.DevOps and Security Are Foes. 4.DevOps Is Only About Automation. 5. You Need a Dedicated DevOps Team. 6.DevOps Is All About the Tools. 7. Agile and DevOps Are the Same. 8.DevOps Is Merely Merging Development and Operations Teams. 15. What is the Role of AWS in DevOps? When the interviewer asks this question, go direct by explaining that AWS is a cloud service from Amazon, that helps ensure scalability with computing and storage. With AWS, any company can develop and offer complex products and move applications on the cloud.

COMMON ROOM

commonroom.io

-- employees

Since n.d.

COMPANY RANKING

COMMON ROOM

EVERGREEN INDEX #2978

Representing this company? Click here to claim and customize this page!

Common Room WIKI

Apply to get your Tech Company News Page live on HackerNoon.com today!

COMMON ROOM

commonroom.io

-- employees

Since n.d.

COMPANY RANKING

COMMON ROOM

EVERGREEN INDEX #2978

RELATED COMPANIESRANK

STORIES ABOUT COMMON ROOM

Representing this company? Click here to claim and customize this page!

Common Room WIKI

Apply to get your Tech Company News Page live on HackerNoon.com today!