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The Noonification: If Youre a Facebook User, Thousands of Companies Are Watching You (1/19/2024)

This article was , an independent, nonprofit organization that works side by side with consumers for truth, transparency and fairness in the marketplace. . copublished with Consumer Reports Learn more here By now most internet users know their online activity is constantly tracked. No one should be shocked to see ads for items they previously searched for, or to be asked if their data can be shared with an unknown number of “partners.” But what is the scale of this surveillance? Judging from data collected by Facebook and by non-profit consumer watchdog Consumer Reports, it’s massive, and examining the data may leave you with more questions than answers. newly described in a unique study Using a panel of 709 volunteers who shared archives of their Facebook data, Consumer Reports found that a total of 186,892 companies sent data about them to the social network. On average, each participant in the study had their data sent to Facebook by 2,230 companies. That number varied significantly, with some panelists’ data listing over 7,000 companies providing their data. The Markup helped Consumer Reports recruit participants for the study. Participants downloaded an archive of the last three years of their data from their Facebook settings, then provided it to Consumer Reports. By collecting data this way, the study was able to examine a form of tracking that is normally hidden: so-called “server-to-server” tracking, in which personal data goes from a company’s servers to Meta’s servers. Another form of tracking, in which Meta tracking pixels are placed on company websites, is visible to users’ browsers. Because the data came from a self-selected group of users, and because the results were not demographically adjusted, the study does not “make any claims about how representative this sample is of the U.S. population as a whole,” Consumer Reports noted. Participants were also likely more privacy conscious and technically inclined than typical users and more likely to be members of Consumers Reports. Despite its limitations, the study offers a rare look, using data directly from Meta, on how personal information is collected and aggregated online. Meta spokesperson Emil Vazquez defended the company’s practices. “We offer a number of transparency tools to help people understand the information that businesses choose to share with us, and manage how it’s used,” wrote Vazquez in an emailed statement to The Markup. While Meta does provide transparency tools like the one that enabled the study, Consumer Reports identified problems with them, including that the identity of many data providers is unclear from the names disclosed to users and that companies that provide services to advertisers are often allowed to ignore opt-out requests. One company appeared in 96% of participants’ data: the San Francisco-based data broker LiveRamp. But the companies sharing your online activity to Facebook aren’t just little-known data brokers. Retailers like Home Depot, Walmart and Macy’s all were in the top 100 most frequently-seen companies in the study. Credit reporting and consumer data companies such as Experian and TransUnion’s Neustar also made the list, as did Amazon, Etsy and PayPal. LiveRamp did not respond to a request for comment. What Exactly Does This Data Contain? The data examined by Consumer Reports in this study comes from two types of collection: events and custom audiences. Both categories include information about what people do outside of Meta’s platforms. Custom audiences allow advertisers to upload customer lists to Meta, often including identifiers like email addresses and mobile advertising IDs. These customers, and so-called “lookalike audiences” made up of similar people, can then be targeted with ads on Meta’s platforms. The other category of data collection, “events,” describes interactions that the user had with a brand, which can occur outside of Meta’s apps and in the real world. Events can include visiting a page on a company’s website, leveling up in a game, visiting a physical store, or purchasing a product. These signals originate from Meta software code included in many mobile apps, their tracking pixel, which is included on many websites, and from server-to-server tracking, where a company’s server passes data to a Meta server. The Markup has written extensively about the and how it has been used to surveil people as they , , , , and . Meta Pixel dial suicide hotlines buy their groceries take the SATs file their taxes book appointments with their doctors Website owners can configure the pixel to track user website interactions such as searches or filling out a form, sending each action to Meta, even if the user doesn’t have an account on Facebook. Although research tools like The Markup’s “Pixel Hunt” can detect the Meta pixel or SDK tracking, there is no way for a consumer to monitor the traffic between a company’s server and Meta’s. This Consumer Reports study looks at server-to-server data along with the rest. How Can I See My Data? Facebook users can browse through the list of companies that have sent their data to Facebook by going to: https://accountscenter.facebook.com/info_and_permissions From this menu, users can either download or access their information. To see the companies outside of Meta that have been sharing your information, select “Your activity off Meta technologies,” then “Recent activity.” You might be prompted to re-enter your password at this point. This view will show you the number of recent connections between various third-party businesses you visited and Meta, and examples of the activity that was shared. You can choose to prevent future sharing by the company by selecting “Disconnect.” To see detailed information about these interactions, . request a copy of your data But after jumping through the many hoops required to actually get your hands on this data, you may still be left with lingering questions. For example, in addition to easily recognizable company names, more than 7,000 companies in Consumer Reports’ study were named using unreadable gibberish, or just numbers that don’t mean anything to most users. Even those companies with readable names often did not include links to the company website. Some company names were ambiguous, such as “Viking,” which could be a number of different businesses. “This type of tracking which occurs entirely outside of the user’s view is just so far outside of what people expect when they use the internet,” Caitriona Fitzgerald, Deputy Director of the Electronic Privacy Information Center, told The Markup in an interview. Fitzgerald said that while users are likely aware that Meta knows what they are doing while they are on Facebook and Instagram, “they don’t expect Meta to know what stores they walk into or what news articles they’re reading or every site they visit online.” In the report, Consumer Reports calls for a number of policy proposals covering data collection practices, some of which could be part of a national digital privacy law, something that the organization has long advocated for. Among the recommendations specifically aimed at Meta’s technology and the advertisers who use it: Require companies to adopt “data minimization” strategies which call for the collection of the absolute minimum amount of data needed to provide the service being offered. Expand the powers of “authorized agents” to act on behalf of consumers to act on their rights. is a mobile app by Consumer Reports that allows users to quickly opt-out of and delete data from a long list of companies and data brokers on behalf of users; the app takes advantage of state privacy laws’ authorized agent provisions. Permission Slip Increase ad transparency by creating ad archives that allow the public to see all ads that have been served to users on a platform, following the lead of the EU's . Digital Services Act Existing Meta transparency tools should improve the quality and readability of the data that is made available so consumers can actually act on the information they review. Fitzgerald echoed these recommendations, saying the problem lies with the fact that the burden is on the consumer to take action to prevent this data collection. Even a “global opt-out” mechanism allowing users to avoid having their data shared is not enough because “that still requires the user to take an action to protect their privacy. A lot of people are not going to have the time or knowledge to do that,” said Fitzgerald. Vazquez, Meta’s spokesperson, said the company would “continue to invest in data minimization technologies to keep up with evolving expectations. As we cover in our terms, businesses are responsible for getting permission to share people’s information with companies like ours.” For now, the lack of a federal privacy law leaves consumers in most states with few options. “I think people should be encouraging their elected officials to pass privacy laws that require businesses to change some of these business practices to stop this ubiquitous tracking of our every click and every movement,” said Fitzgerald. 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If You're a Facebook User, Thousands of Companies Are Watching You

আপনি যদি একজন ফেসবুক ব্যবহারকারী হন, হাজার হাজার কোম্পানি আপনাকে দেখছে

Wenn Sie ein Facebook-Nutzer sind, werden Sie von Tausenden Unternehmen beobachtet

Si eres usuario de Facebook, miles de empresas te están observando

Si vous êtes un utilisateur de Facebook, des milliers d'entreprises vous surveillent

यदि आप फेसबुक उपयोगकर्ता हैं, तो हजारों कंपनियां आप पर नजर रख रही हैं

あなたが Facebook ユーザーなら、何千もの企業があなたに注目しています

당신이 Facebook 사용자라면 수천 개의 회사가 당신을 지켜보고 있습니다.

Se você é um usuário do Facebook, milhares de empresas estão observando você

Если вы пользователь Facebook, за вами наблюдают тысячи компаний

Facebook Kullanıcısıysanız Binlerce Şirket Sizi İzliyor

Nếu bạn là người dùng Facebook, hàng nghìn công ty đang theo dõi bạn

如果您是 Facebook 用户，成千上万的公司正在关注您

The $30,000 Bequest, and Other Stories by Mark Twain, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book . CHAPTER III here CHAPTER III The three last named stood by the bed; the aunts austere, the transgressor softly sobbing. The mother turned her head on the pillow; her tired eyes flamed up instantly with sympathy and passionate mother-love when they fell upon her child, and she opened the refuge and shelter of her arms. “Wait!” said Aunt Hannah, and put out her hand and stayed the girl from leaping into them. “Helen,” said the other aunt, impressively, “tell your mother all. Purge your soul; leave nothing unconfessed.” Standing stricken and forlorn before her judges, the young girl mourned her sorrowful tale through the end, then in a passion of appeal cried out: “Oh, mother, can't you forgive me? won't you forgive me?—I am so desolate!” “Forgive you, my darling? Oh, come to my arms!—there, lay your head upon my breast, and be at peace. If you had told a thousand lies—” There was a sound—a warning—the clearing of a throat. The aunts glanced up, and withered in their clothes—there stood the doctor, his face a thunder-cloud. Mother and child knew nothing of his presence; they lay locked together, heart to heart, steeped in immeasurable content, dead to all things else. The physician stood many moments glaring and glooming upon the scene before him; studying it, analyzing it, searching out its genesis; then he put up his hand and beckoned to the aunts. They came trembling to him, and stood humbly before him and waited. He bent down and whispered: “Didn't I tell you this patient must be protected from all excitement? What the hell have you been doing? Clear out of the place!” They obeyed. Half an hour later he appeared in the parlor, serene, cheery, clothed in sunshine, conducting Helen, with his arm about her waist, petting her, and saying gentle and playful things to her; and she also was her sunny and happy self again. “Now, then;” he said, “good-by, dear. Go to your room, and keep away from your mother, and behave yourself. But wait—put out your tongue. There, that will do—you're as sound as a nut!” He patted her cheek and added, “Run along now; I want to talk to these aunts.” She went from the presence. His face clouded over again at once; and as he sat down he said: “You too have been doing a lot of damage—and maybe some good. Some good, yes—such as it is. That woman's disease is typhoid! You've brought it to a show-up, I think, with your insanities, and that's a service—such as it is. I hadn't been able to determine what it was before.” With one impulse the old ladies sprang to their feet, quaking with terror. “Sit down! What are you proposing to do?” “Do? We must fly to her. We—” “You'll do nothing of the kind; you've done enough harm for one day. Do you want to squander all your capital of crimes and follies on a single deal? Sit down, I tell you. I have arranged for her to sleep; she needs it; if you disturb her without my orders, I'll brain you—if you've got the materials for it.” They sat down, distressed and indignant, but obedient, under compulsion. He proceeded: “Now, then, I want this case explained. wanted to explain it to me—as if there hadn't been emotion or excitement enough already. You knew my orders; how did you dare to go in there and get up that riot?” They Hester looked appealing at Hannah; Hannah returned a beseeching look at Hester—neither wanted to dance to this unsympathetic orchestra. The doctor came to their help. He said: “Begin, Hester.” Fingering at the fringes of her shawl, and with lowered eyes, Hester said, timidly: “We should not have disobeyed for any ordinary cause, but this was vital. This was a duty. With a duty one has no choice; one must put all lighter considerations aside and perform it. We were obliged to arraign her before her mother. She had told a lie.” The doctor glowered upon the woman a moment, and seemed to be trying to work up in his mind an understanding of a wholly incomprehensible proposition; then he stormed out: “She told a lie! she? God bless my soul! I tell a million a day! And so does every doctor. And so does everybody—including you—for that matter. And was the important thing that authorized you to venture to disobey my orders and imperil that woman's life! Look here, Hester Gray, this is pure lunacy; that girl tell a lie that was intended to injure a person. The thing is impossible—absolutely impossible. You know it yourselves—both of you; you know it perfectly well.” did that couldn't Hannah came to her sister's rescue: “Hester didn't mean that it was that kind of a lie, and it wasn't. But it was a lie.” “Well, upon my word, I never heard such nonsense! Haven't you got sense enough to discriminate between lies! Don't you know the difference between a lie that helps and a lie that hurts?” “ lies are sinful,” said Hannah, setting her lips together like a vise; “all lies are forbidden.” All The Only Christian fidgeted impatiently in his chair. He went to attack this proposition, but he did not quite know how or where to begin. Finally he made a venture: “Hester, wouldn't you tell a lie to shield a person from an undeserved injury or shame?” “No.” “Not even a friend?” “No.” “Not even your dearest friend?” “No. I would not.” The doctor struggled in silence awhile with this situation; then he asked: “Not even to save him from bitter pain and misery and grief?” “No. Not even to save his life.” Another pause. Then: “Nor his soul?” There was a hush—a silence which endured a measurable interval—then Hester answered, in a low voice, but with decision: “Nor his soul?” No one spoke for a while; then the doctor said: “Is it with you the same, Hannah?” “Yes,” she answered. “I ask you both—why?” “Because to tell such a lie, or any lie, is a sin, and could cost us the loss of our own souls— , indeed, if we died without time to repent.” would “Strange... strange... it is past belief.” Then he asked, roughly: “Is such a soul as that saving?” He rose up, mumbling and grumbling, and started for the door, stumping vigorously along. At the threshold he turned and rasped out an admonition: “Reform! Drop this mean and sordid and selfish devotion to the saving of your shabby little souls, and hunt up something to do that's got some dignity to it! your souls! risk them in good causes; then if you lose them, why should you care? Reform!” worth Risk The good old gentlewomen sat paralyzed, pulverized, outraged, insulted, and brooded in bitterness and indignation over these blasphemies. They were hurt to the heart, poor old ladies, and said they could never forgive these injuries. “Reform!” They kept repeating that word resentfully. “Reform—and learn to tell lies!” Time slipped along, and in due course a change came over their spirits. They had completed the human being's first duty—which is to think about himself until he has exhausted the subject, then he is in a condition to take up minor interests and think of other people. This changes the complexion of his spirits—generally wholesomely. The minds of the two old ladies reverted to their beloved niece and the fearful disease which had smitten her; instantly they forgot the hurts their self-love had received, and a passionate desire rose in their hearts to go to the help of the sufferer and comfort her with their love, and minister to her, and labor for her the best they could with their weak hands, and joyfully and affectionately wear out their poor old bodies in her dear service if only they might have the privilege. “And we shall have it!” said Hester, with the tears running down her face. “There are no nurses comparable to us, for there are no others that will stand their watch by that bed till they drop and die, and God knows we would do that.” “Amen,” said Hannah, smiling approval and endorsement through the mist of moisture that blurred her glasses. “The doctor knows us, and knows we will not disobey again; and he will call no others. He will not dare!” “Dare?” said Hester, with temper, and dashing the water from her eyes; “he will dare anything—that Christian devil! But it will do no good for him to try it this time—but, laws! Hannah! after all's said and done, he is gifted and wise and good, and he would not think of such a thing.... It is surely time for one of us to go to that room. What is keeping him? Why doesn't he come and say so?” They caught the sound of his approaching step. He entered, sat down, and began to talk. “Margaret is a sick woman,” he said. “She is still sleeping, but she will wake presently; then one of you must go to her. She will be worse before she is better. Pretty soon a night-and-day watch must be set. How much of it can you two undertake?” “All of it!” burst from both ladies at once. The doctor's eyes flashed, and he said, with energy: “You ring true, you brave old relics! And you do all of the nursing you can, for there's none to match you in that divine office in this town; but you can't do all of it, and it would be a crime to let you.” It was grand praise, golden praise, coming from such a source, and it took nearly all the resentment out of the aged twin's hearts. “Your Tilly and my old Nancy shall do the rest—good nurses both, white souls with black skins, watchful, loving, tender—just perfect nurses!—and competent liars from the cradle.... Look you! keep a little watch on Helen; she is sick, and is going to be sicker.” do shall The ladies looked a little surprised, and not credulous; and Hester said: “How is that? It isn't an hour since you said she was as sound as a nut.” The doctor answered, tranquilly: “It was a lie.” The ladies turned upon him indignantly, and Hannah said: “How can you make an odious confession like that, in so indifferent a tone, when you know how we feel about all forms of—” “Hush! You are as ignorant as cats, both of you, and you don't know what you are talking about. You are like all the rest of the moral moles; you lie from morning till night, but because you don't do it with your mouths, but only with your lying eyes, your lying inflections, your deceptively misplaced emphasis, and your misleading gestures, you turn up your complacent noses and parade before God and the world as saintly and unsmirched Truth-Speakers, in whose cold-storage souls a lie would freeze to death if it got there! Why will you humbug yourselves with that foolish notion that no lie is a lie except a spoken one? What is the difference between lying with your eyes and lying with your mouth? There is none; and if you would reflect a moment you would see that it is so. There isn't a human being that doesn't tell a gross of lies every day of his life; and you—why, between you, you tell thirty thousand; yet you flare up here in a lurid hypocritical horror because I tell that child a benevolent and sinless lie to protect her from her imagination, which would get to work and warm up her blood to a fever in an hour, if I were disloyal enough to my duty to let it. Which I should probably do if I were interested in saving my soul by such disreputable means. “Come, let us reason together. Let us examine details. When you two were in the sick-room raising that riot, what would you have done if you had known I was coming?” “Well, what?” “You would have slipped out and carried Helen with you—wouldn't you?” The ladies were silent. “What would be your object and intention?” “Well, what?” “To keep me from finding out your guilt; to beguile me to infer that Margaret's excitement proceeded from some cause not known to you. In a word, to tell me a lie—a silent lie. Moreover, a possibly harmful one.” The twins colored, but did not speak. “You not only tell myriads of silent lies, but you tell lies with your mouths—you two.” “ is not so!” That “It is so. But only harmless ones. You never dream of uttering a harmful one. Do you know that that is a concession—and a confession?” “How do you mean?” “It is an unconscious concession that harmless lies are not criminal; it is a confession that you constantly that discrimination. For instance, you declined old Mrs. Foster's invitation last week to meet those odious Higbies at supper—in a polite note in which you expressed regret and said you were very sorry you could not go. It was a lie. It was as unmitigated a lie as was ever uttered. Deny it, Hester—with another lie.” make Hester replied with a toss of her head. “That will not do. Answer. Was it a lie, or wasn't it?” The color stole into the cheeks of both women, and with a struggle and an effort they got out their confession: “It was a lie.” “Good—the reform is beginning; there is hope for you yet; you will not tell a lie to save your dearest friend's soul, but you will spew out one without a scruple to save yourself the discomfort of telling an unpleasant truth.” He rose. Hester, speaking for both, said; coldly: “We have lied; we perceive it; it will occur no more. To lie is a sin. We shall never tell another one of any kind whatsoever, even lies of courtesy or benevolence, to save any one a pang or a sorrow decreed for him by God.” “Ah, how soon you will fall! In fact, you have fallen already; for what you have just uttered is a lie. Good-by. Reform! One of you go to the sick-room now.” 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. Mark Twain (2004). 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If you had told a thousand lies—

Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book . IN WHICH THE BAG OF BANKNOTES DISGORGES SOME THOUSANDS OF POUNDS MORE here CHAPTER XV. IN WHICH THE BAG OF BANKNOTES DISGORGES SOME THOUSANDS OF POUNDS MORE The train entered the station, and Passepartout jumping out first, was followed by Mr. Fogg, who assisted his fair companion to descend. Phileas Fogg intended to proceed at once to the Hong Kong steamer, in order to get Aouda comfortably settled for the voyage. He was unwilling to leave her while they were still on dangerous ground. Just as he was leaving the station a policeman came up to him, and said, “Mr. Phileas Fogg?” “I am he.” “Is this man your servant?” added the policeman, pointing to Passepartout. “Yes.” “Be so good, both of you, as to follow me.” Mr. Fogg betrayed no surprise whatever. The policeman was a representative of the law, and law is sacred to an Englishman. Passepartout tried to reason about the matter, but the policeman tapped him with his stick, and Mr. Fogg made him a signal to obey. “May this young lady go with us?” asked he. “She may,” replied the policeman. Mr. Fogg, Aouda, and Passepartout were conducted to a palkigahri, a sort of four-wheeled carriage, drawn by two horses, in which they took their places and were driven away. No one spoke during the twenty minutes which elapsed before they reached their destination. They first passed through the “black town,” with its narrow streets, its miserable, dirty huts, and squalid population; then through the “European town,” which presented a relief in its bright brick mansions, shaded by coconut-trees and bristling with masts, where, although it was early morning, elegantly dressed horsemen and handsome equipages were passing back and forth. The carriage stopped before a modest-looking house, which, however, did not have the appearance of a private mansion. The policeman having requested his prisoners—for so, truly, they might be called—to descend, conducted them into a room with barred windows, and said: “You will appear before Judge Obadiah at half-past eight.” He then retired, and closed the door. “Why, we are prisoners!” exclaimed Passepartout, falling into a chair. Aouda, with an emotion she tried to conceal, said to Mr. Fogg: “Sir, you must leave me to my fate! It is on my account that you receive this treatment, it is for having saved me!” Phileas Fogg contented himself with saying that it was impossible. It was quite unlikely that he should be arrested for preventing a suttee. The complainants would not dare present themselves with such a charge. There was some mistake. Moreover, he would not, in any event, abandon Aouda, but would escort her to Hong Kong. “But the steamer leaves at noon!” observed Passepartout, nervously. “We shall be on board by noon,” replied his master, placidly. It was said so positively that Passepartout could not help muttering to himself, “Parbleu that’s certain! Before noon we shall be on board.” But he was by no means reassured. At half-past eight the door opened, the policeman appeared, and, requesting them to follow him, led the way to an adjoining hall. It was evidently a court-room, and a crowd of Europeans and natives already occupied the rear of the apartment. Mr. Fogg and his two companions took their places on a bench opposite the desks of the magistrate and his clerk. Immediately after, Judge Obadiah, a fat, round man, followed by the clerk, entered. He proceeded to take down a wig which was hanging on a nail, and put it hurriedly on his head. “The first case,” said he. Then, putting his hand to his head, he exclaimed, “Heh! This is not my wig!” “No, your worship,” returned the clerk, “it is mine.” “My dear Mr. Oysterpuff, how can a judge give a wise sentence in a clerk’s wig?” The wigs were exchanged. Passepartout was getting nervous, for the hands on the face of the big clock over the judge seemed to go around with terrible rapidity. “The first case,” repeated Judge Obadiah. “Phileas Fogg?” demanded Oysterpuff. “I am here,” replied Mr. Fogg. “Passepartout?” “Present,” responded Passepartout. “Good,” said the judge. “You have been looked for, prisoners, for two days on the trains from Bombay.” “But of what are we accused?” asked Passepartout, impatiently. “You are about to be informed.” “I am an English subject, sir,” said Mr. Fogg, “and I have the right—” “Have you been ill-treated?” “Not at all.” “Very well; let the complainants come in.” A door was swung open by order of the judge, and three Indian priests entered. “That’s it,” muttered Passepartout; “these are the rogues who were going to burn our young lady.” The priests took their places in front of the judge, and the clerk proceeded to read in a loud voice a complaint of sacrilege against Phileas Fogg and his servant, who were accused of having violated a place held consecrated by the Brahmin religion. “You hear the charge?” asked the judge. “Yes, sir,” replied Mr. Fogg, consulting his watch, “and I admit it.” “You admit it?” “I admit it, and I wish to hear these priests admit, in their turn, what they were going to do at the pagoda of Pillaji.” The priests looked at each other; they did not seem to understand what was said. “Yes,” cried Passepartout, warmly; “at the pagoda of Pillaji, where they were on the point of burning their victim.” The judge stared with astonishment, and the priests were stupefied. “What victim?” said Judge Obadiah. “Burn whom? In Bombay itself?” “Bombay?” cried Passepartout. “Certainly. We are not talking of the pagoda of Pillaji, but of the pagoda of Malabar Hill, at Bombay.” “And as a proof,” added the clerk, “here are the desecrator’s very shoes, which he left behind him.” Whereupon he placed a pair of shoes on his desk. “My shoes!” cried Passepartout, in his surprise permitting this imprudent exclamation to escape him. The confusion of master and man, who had quite forgotten the affair at Bombay, for which they were now detained at Calcutta, may be imagined. Fix the detective, had foreseen the advantage which Passepartout’s escapade gave him, and, delaying his departure for twelve hours, had consulted the priests of Malabar Hill. Knowing that the English authorities dealt very severely with this kind of misdemeanour, he promised them a goodly sum in damages, and sent them forward to Calcutta by the next train. Owing to the delay caused by the rescue of the young widow, Fix and the priests reached the Indian capital before Mr. Fogg and his servant, the magistrates having been already warned by a dispatch to arrest them should they arrive. Fix’s disappointment when he learned that Phileas Fogg had not made his appearance in Calcutta may be imagined. He made up his mind that the robber had stopped somewhere on the route and taken refuge in the southern provinces. For twenty-four hours Fix watched the station with feverish anxiety; at last he was rewarded by seeing Mr. Fogg and Passepartout arrive, accompanied by a young woman, whose presence he was wholly at a loss to explain. He hastened for a policeman; and this was how the party came to be arrested and brought before Judge Obadiah. Had Passepartout been a little less preoccupied, he would have espied the detective ensconced in a corner of the court-room, watching the proceedings with an interest easily understood; for the warrant had failed to reach him at Calcutta, as it had done at Bombay and Suez. Judge Obadiah had unfortunately caught Passepartout’s rash exclamation, which the poor fellow would have given the world to recall. “The facts are admitted?” asked the judge. “Admitted,” replied Mr. Fogg, coldly. “Inasmuch,” resumed the judge, “as the English law protects equally and sternly the religions of the Indian people, and as the man Passepartout has admitted that he violated the sacred pagoda of Malabar Hill, at Bombay, on the 20th of October, I condemn the said Passepartout to imprisonment for fifteen days and a fine of three hundred pounds.” “Three hundred pounds!” cried Passepartout, startled at the largeness of the sum. “Silence!” shouted the constable. “And inasmuch,” continued the judge, “as it is not proved that the act was not done by the connivance of the master with the servant, and as the master in any case must be held responsible for the acts of his paid servant, I condemn Phileas Fogg to a week’s imprisonment and a fine of one hundred and fifty pounds.” Fix rubbed his hands softly with satisfaction; if Phileas Fogg could be detained in Calcutta a week, it would be more than time for the warrant to arrive. Passepartout was stupefied. This sentence ruined his master. A wager of twenty thousand pounds lost, because he, like a precious fool, had gone into that abominable pagoda! Phileas Fogg, as self-composed as if the judgment did not in the least concern him, did not even lift his eyebrows while it was being pronounced. Just as the clerk was calling the next case, he rose, and said, “I offer bail.” “You have that right,” returned the judge. Fix’s blood ran cold, but he resumed his composure when he heard the judge announce that the bail required for each prisoner would be one thousand pounds. “I will pay it at once,” said Mr. Fogg, taking a roll of bank-bills from the carpet-bag, which Passepartout had by him, and placing them on the clerk’s desk. “This sum will be restored to you upon your release from prison,” said the judge. “Meanwhile, you are liberated on bail.” “Come!” said Phileas Fogg to his servant. “But let them at least give me back my shoes!” cried Passepartout angrily. “Ah, these are pretty dear shoes!” he muttered, as they were handed to him. “More than a thousand pounds apiece; besides, they pinch my feet.” Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Aouda, then departed, followed by the crestfallen Passepartout. Fix still nourished hopes that the robber would not, after all, leave the two thousand pounds behind him, but would decide to serve out his week in jail, and issued forth on Mr. Fogg’s traces. That gentleman took a carriage, and the party were soon landed on one of the quays. The “Rangoon” was moored half a mile off in the harbour, its signal of departure hoisted at the mast-head. Eleven o’clock was striking; Mr. Fogg was an hour in advance of time. Fix saw them leave the carriage and push off in a boat for the steamer, and stamped his feet with disappointment. “The rascal is off, after all!” he exclaimed. “Two thousand pounds sacrificed! He’s as prodigal as a thief! I’ll follow him to the end of the world if necessary; but, at the rate he is going on, the stolen money will soon be exhausted.” The detective was not far wrong in making this conjecture. Since leaving London, what with travelling expenses, bribes, the purchase of the elephant, bails, and fines, Mr. Fogg had already spent more than five thousand pounds on the way, and the percentage of the sum recovered from the bank robber promised to the detectives, was rapidly diminishing. 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. Jules Verne (1994). Around the World in Eighty Days. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved October 2022 https://www.gutenberg.org/files/103/103-h/103-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 , located at . www.gutenberg.org https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html

IN WHICH THE BAG OF BANKNOTES DISGORGES SOME THOUSANDS OF POUNDS MORE

Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea by Jules Verne, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this book . FOUR THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE PACIFIC here CHAPTER XVII: FOUR THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE PACIFIC The next morning, the 18th of November, I had quite recovered from my fatigues of the day before, and I went up on to the platform, just as the second lieutenant was uttering his daily phrase. I was admiring the magnificent aspect of the ocean when Captain Nemo appeared. He did not seem to be aware of my presence, and began a series of astronomical observations. Then, when he had finished, he went and leant on the cage of the watch-light, and gazed abstractedly on the ocean. In the meantime, a number of the sailors of the , all strong and healthy men, had come up onto the platform. They came to draw up the nets that had been laid all night. These sailors were evidently of different nations, although the European type was visible in all of them. I recognised some unmistakable Irishmen, Frenchmen, some Sclaves, and a Greek, or a Candiote. They were civil, and only used that odd language among themselves, the origin of which I could not guess, neither could I question them. Nautilus The nets were hauled in. They were a large kind of “chaluts,” like those on the Normandy coasts, great pockets that the waves and a chain fixed in the smaller meshes kept open. These pockets, drawn by iron poles, swept through the water, and gathered in everything in their way. That day they brought up curious specimens from those productive coasts. I reckoned that the haul had brought in more than nine hundredweight of fish. It was a fine haul, but not to be wondered at. Indeed, the nets are let down for several hours, and enclose in their meshes an infinite variety. We had no lack of excellent food, and the rapidity of the and the attraction of the electric light could always renew our supply. These several productions of the sea were immediately lowered through the panel to the steward’s room, some to be eaten fresh, and others pickled. Nautilus The fishing ended, the provision of air renewed, I thought that the was about to continue its submarine excursion, and was preparing to return to my room, when, without further preamble, the Captain turned to me, saying: Nautilus “Professor, is not this ocean gifted with real life? It has its tempers and its gentle moods. Yesterday it slept as we did, and now it has woke after a quiet night. Look!” he continued, “it wakes under the caresses of the sun. It is going to renew its diurnal existence. It is an interesting study to watch the play of its organisation. It has a pulse, arteries, spasms; and I agree with the learned Maury, who discovered in it a circulation as real as the circulation of blood in animals. “Yes, the ocean has indeed circulation, and to promote it, the Creator has caused things to multiply in it—caloric, salt, and animalculae.” When Captain Nemo spoke thus, he seemed altogether changed, and aroused an extraordinary emotion in me. “Also,” he added, “true existence is there; and I can imagine the foundations of nautical towns, clusters of submarine houses, which, like the , would ascend every morning to breathe at the surface of the water, free towns, independent cities. Yet who knows whether some despot——” Nautilus Captain Nemo finished his sentence with a violent gesture. Then, addressing me as if to chase away some sorrowful thought: “M. Aronnax,” he asked, “do you know the depth of the ocean?” “I only know, Captain, what the principal soundings have taught us.” “Could you tell me them, so that I can suit them to my purpose?” “These are some,” I replied, “that I remember. If I am not mistaken, a depth of 8,000 yards has been found in the North Atlantic, and 2,500 yards in the Mediterranean. The most remarkable soundings have been made in the South Atlantic, near the thirty-fifth parallel, and they gave 12,000 yards, 14,000 yards, and 15,000 yards. To sum up all, it is reckoned that if the bottom of the sea were levelled, its mean depth would be about one and three-quarter leagues.” “Well, Professor,” replied the Captain, “we shall show you better than that I hope. As to the mean depth of this part of the Pacific, I tell you it is only 4,000 yards.” Having said this, Captain Nemo went towards the panel, and disappeared down the ladder. I followed him, and went into the large drawing-room. The screw was immediately put in motion, and the log gave twenty miles an hour. During the days and weeks that passed, Captain Nemo was very sparing of his visits. I seldom saw him. The lieutenant pricked the ship’s course regularly on the chart, so I could always tell exactly the route of the . Nautilus Nearly every day, for some time, the panels of the drawing-room were opened, and we were never tired of penetrating the mysteries of the submarine world. The general direction of the was south-east, and it kept between 100 and 150 yards of depth. One day, however, I do not know why, being drawn diagonally by means of the inclined planes, it touched the bed of the sea. The thermometer indicated a temperature of 4.25 (cent.): a temperature that at this depth seemed common to all latitudes. Nautilus At three o’clock in the morning of the 26th of November the crossed the tropic of Cancer at 172° long. On 27th instant it sighted the Sandwich Islands, where Cook died, February 14, 1779. We had then gone 4,860 leagues from our starting-point. In the morning, when I went on the platform, I saw two miles to windward, Hawaii, the largest of the seven islands that form the group. I saw clearly the cultivated ranges, and the several mountain-chains that run parallel with the side, and the volcanoes that overtop Mouna-Rea, which rise 5,000 yards above the level of the sea. Besides other things the nets brought up, were several flabellariae and graceful polypi, that are peculiar to that part of the ocean. The direction of the was still to the south-east. It crossed the equator December 1, in 142° long.; and on the 4th of the same month, after crossing rapidly and without anything in particular occurring, we sighted the Marquesas group. I saw, three miles off, Martin’s peak in Nouka-Hiva, the largest of the group that belongs to France. I only saw the woody mountains against the horizon, because Captain Nemo did not wish to bring the ship to the wind. There the nets brought up beautiful specimens of fish: some with azure fins and tails like gold, the flesh of which is unrivalled; some nearly destitute of scales, but of exquisite flavour; others, with bony jaws, and yellow-tinged gills, as good as bonitos; all fish that would be of use to us. After leaving these charming islands protected by the French flag, from the 4th to the 11th of December the sailed over about 2,000 miles. Nautilus Nautilus Nautilus During the daytime of the 11th of December I was busy reading in the large drawing-room. Ned Land and Conseil watched the luminous water through the half-open panels. The was immovable. While its reservoirs were filled, it kept at a depth of 1,000 yards, a region rarely visited in the ocean, and in which large fish were seldom seen. Nautilus I was then reading a charming book by Jean Mace, The Slaves of the Stomach, and I was learning some valuable lessons from it, when Conseil interrupted me. “Will master come here a moment?” he said, in a curious voice. “What is the matter, Conseil?” “I want master to look.” I rose, went, and leaned on my elbows before the panes and watched. In a full electric light, an enormous black mass, quite immovable, was suspended in the midst of the waters. I watched it attentively, seeking to find out the nature of this gigantic cetacean. But a sudden thought crossed my mind. “A vessel!” I said, half aloud. “Yes,” replied the Canadian, “a disabled ship that has sunk perpendicularly.” Ned Land was right; we were close to a vessel of which the tattered shrouds still hung from their chains. The keel seemed to be in good order, and it had been wrecked at most some few hours. Three stumps of masts, broken off about two feet above the bridge, showed that the vessel had had to sacrifice its masts. But, lying on its side, it had filled, and it was heeling over to port. This skeleton of what it had once been was a sad spectacle as it lay lost under the waves, but sadder still was the sight of the bridge, where some corpses, bound with ropes, were still lying. I counted five—four men, one of whom was standing at the helm, and a woman standing by the poop, holding an infant in her arms. She was quite young. I could distinguish her features, which the water had not decomposed, by the brilliant light from the . In one despairing effort, she had raised her infant above her head—poor little thing!—whose arms encircled its mother’s neck. The attitude of the four sailors was frightful, distorted as they were by their convulsive movements, whilst making a last effort to free themselves from the cords that bound them to the vessel. The steersman alone, calm, with a grave, clear face, his grey hair glued to his forehead, and his hand clutching the wheel of the helm, seemed even then to be guiding the three broken masts through the depths of the ocean. Nautilus What a scene! We were dumb; our hearts beat fast before this shipwreck, taken as it were from life and photographed in its last moments. And I saw already, coming towards it with hungry eyes, enormous sharks, attracted by the human flesh. However, the , turning, went round the submerged vessel, and in one instant I read on the stern—“The Florida, Sunderland.” Nautilus 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. Jules Verne (1994). Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. 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FOUR THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE PACIFIC

Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea by Jules Verne is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. Read this book online for free on HackerNoon! Title: Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea Author: Jules Verne Illustrators: Alphonse de Neuville Edouard Riou Release Date: September 1, 1994 [eBook #164] [Most recently updated: October 8, 2022] Language: English TABLE OF LINKS PART I CHAPTER I: A SHIFTING REEF CHAPTER II: PRO AND CON CHAPTER III: I FORM MY RESOLUTION CHAPTER IV: NED LAND CHAPTER V: AT A VENTURE CHAPTER VI: AT FULL STEAM CHAPTER VII: AN UNKNOWN SPECIES OF WHALE CHAPTER VIII: MOBILIS IN MOBILI CHAPTER IX: NED LAND’S TEMPERS CHAPTER X: THE MAN OF THE SEAS CHAPTER XI: ALL BY ELECTRICITY CHAPTER XII: SOME FIGURES CHAPTER XIII: THE BLACK RIVER CHAPTER XIV: A NOTE OF INVITATION CHAPTER XV: A WALK ON THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA CHAPTER XVI: A SUBMARINE FOREST CHAPTER XVII: FOUR THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE PACIFIC CHAPTER XVIII: VANIKORO CHAPTER XIX: TORRES STRAITS CHAPTER XX: A FEW DAYS ON LAND CHAPTER XXI: CAPTAIN NEMO’S THUNDERBOLT CHAPTER XXII: “ÆGRI SOMNIA” CHAPTER XXIII: THE CORAL KINGDOM PART II CHAPTER I: THE INDIAN OCEAN CHAPTER II: A NOVEL PROPOSAL OF CAPTAIN NEMO’S CHAPTER III: A PEARL OF TEN MILLIONS CHAPTER IV: THE RED SEA CHAPTER V: THE ARABIAN TUNNEL CHAPTER VI: THE GRECIAN ARCHIPELAGO CHAPTER VII: THE MEDITERRANEAN IN FORTY-EIGHT HOURS CHAPTER VIII: VIGO BAY CHAPTER IX: A VANISHED CONTINENT CHAPTER X: THE SUBMARINE COAL-MINES CHAPTER XI: THE SARGASSO SEA CHAPTER XII: CACHALOTS AND WHALES CHAPTER XIII: THE ICEBERG CHAPTER XIV: THE SOUTH POLE CHAPTER XV: ACCIDENT OR INCIDENT? CHAPTER XVI: WANT OF AIR CHAPTER XVII: FROM CAPE HORN TO THE AMAZON CHAPTER XVIII: THE POULPS CHAPTER XIX: THE GULF STREAM CHAPTER XX: FROM LATITUDE 47° 24′ TO LONGITUDE 17° 28′ CHAPTER XXI: A HECATOMB CHAPTER XXII: THE LAST WORDS OF CAPTAIN NEMO CHAPTER XXIII: CONCLUSION 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. Jules Verne (1994). Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved October 2022 https://www.gutenberg.org/files/164/164-h/164-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 , located at . www.gutenberg.org https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html

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Building a revenue-generating SMM (Social media marketing) strategy from scratch is a challenge in itself, but running it for might look like an almost impossible task. a completely new product in an unfamiliar market A year ago, we launched the educational platform Refocus in the Philippines and Indonesia, regions that were, at the time, completely new to us. Simultaneously, we started to build our SMM strategy with the main goal of generating and warming up leads. After a year, we can say that we did succeed: social media content creation and communication alone brought us directly around $500K, which is around 10% of our total revenue. And in a week of creating our media profile with 100 followers, we made our first $1,000 worth of sales. Though we were focused on increasing sales, we also gained some popularity. To illustrate, we have recently become the 7th startup on the Internet in the Philippines and gained more than 100,000 followers on most influential Facebook. Tips for Launching a SMM Strategy from Scratch 1. Conduct an ongoing, thoughtful client analysis Carefully studying your audience is, of course, essential for every SMM strategy. But suppose you’re going to launch social media campaigns in a country with a completely different culture from what you’re used to. In this case, the analysis should be several times because its people could be using social media platforms that are unfamiliar to you or using known ones differently than you expect. But there are far more serious risks. more precise You may offend or even deeply insult your audience by just using the incorrect color or number. For example, when creating the characters for our universe, we made all of them male. However, we didn't consider how powerful the concepts of feminism and girl power are in the Philippines. So, when we created several female characters, we started getting more positive feedback, and our conversion rate increased. But even if (or as soon as) you already know your client’s market and culture, it’s vital to study the of your target audience. From our experience, the best way to study an audience properly is to conduct various types of customer development using the J . This involves learning the top 3 jobs that people are trying to get done with the help of your project. pains and desires obs-To-Be-Done methodology Moreover, more informal interactions with the target audience can be priceless in terms of knowing them better: what they think about, what phrases they use, and so on. You can do this by chatting naturally with the people who sent you direct messages — not trying to sell something but just asking how their day went. Surely, there would be some people who would be happy to talk, so you will be able to get valuable insights easily and for free. Apart from that, it’s crucial to have a look at open-source data of any kind: aside from reports or studies, it can be movies and even memes. It's almost impossible to understand your audience and without interacting with these types of content. Ideally, the materials you create should "speak" just like your target audience does. That's why I always ask our SMM managers to read the text as clients would to avoid terms no one would use. "speak the same language" 2. Become a trendsetter Another step in creating a strategy from scratch is analyzing your competitors: what they do online, which triggers they use, and so on. However, if you decide to launch in developing markets, the competitors’ strategies may be poorly developed, and you mostly won’t gain any insights from them. If this is the case, one has to follow their own creativity and not be afraid to stand out. It's essential to have a creative person on your team who can help develop content that will make your SMM stand out among the rest. Trusting your own abilities and ideas can lead to more successful results. Here’s a secret tip: it's crucial not to rely too heavily on what your competitors are doing, as you should aim to create something better. However, you can still find inspiration from competitors. For example, we analyzed the social media accounts of successful EdTech companies and noticed that they incorporate motivational quotes and memes. So, we decided to follow suit and saw positive engagement from our audience. One way to find inspiration is to analyze trends worldwide and combine them with your own preferences. There's an enormous number of sources to take ideas from: Global news Latest shows Advertisements of large companies outside your area Memes Films and cartoons Pinterest Basically, that’s what we decided to do – so we chose as our symbols and visual identity elements. Throughout the year, we have tested the craziest and more subdued designs. Still, even though we’re kind of a “serious company” with a pretty expensive product and grown-up audience, the acid-colored visuals showed better results because they were completely different from what our target audiences were used to. The same worked out about more creative content: people follow the media to have fun, so one should give them the opportunity to do so through creative techniques. acid colors, cyberpunk, and cats However, thinking outside the box is not only about crazy design and entertainment. For example, we decided to create several social media profiles, each dedicated to a particular product, which is a pretty rare thing – even for EdTech companies with complicated products. So, each time we have something to launch, we would create new profiles: both on Instagram and Facebook. As I described above, our main goal is to to buy a pretty expensive and lengthy educational product: a course that would help them acquire a new profession from scratch. So, it’s crucial to deliver all the benefits of the profession and help overcome fears differently for each product. When a person is interested in data analysis, they may open your Instagram and read closely about it without being distracted by other promos. And, of course, because you have an account dedicated to it, you immediately know what another “How much is it?” message pertains to. warm our clients up enough Through analyzing the social media funnels of successful EdTech giants, we found that they were not as focused on social media as we were, which confirmed the importance of our approach. Because social media can be a powerful source of sales, it's crucial to take it seriously and dedicate the necessary resources to develop a strong strategy. A successful SMM strategy requires creativity, differentiation, and a deep understanding of your target audience, along with the confidence to trust your instincts and ideas. This approach, which involved appealing to clients’ pains, both through content and communication, allowed us to increase conversion dramatically. And no, it’s not harder than keeping it all in one profile because you have to cover all your products anyways. Actually, it’s even more convenient. That can be true for anything, and we’re sure: when launching social media marketing campaigns, you should experiment as much as you want. You never know which distinctive idea will pay off before you try, and who knows? Maybe that’s what will make you a trendsetter. Plan SMM strategies carefully Once you know your audience and your competitors, it's time to create a monthly content and communication strategy. To increase your conversion rate and, consequently, revenue, each stream needs to be improved constantly. We look for growth opportunities every month in every dimension of social media: Communication Text Design Content production To conduct such an analysis, it is crucial to track the source of each client It allows you to see how each interaction or piece of content actually works and from which of them did each particular lead convert. We are only able to make decisions on what we can improve by collecting this information. Here’s how we do it: using UTMs. In our case, the main metric is the conversion rate: the percentage of people who left their contact details after interacting with the content. Collect the metrics of each piece of content you produce. . A helpful way to do this is to look at it from the inside: what did you appeal to, what was the format, and so on. At Refocus, we have a table where we mark what was in the post and how well it converted. Every week, analyze each piece of content in terms of metrics The green cell means this trigger was used in this particular post, while the post itself is highlighted in yellow if it was published this month. Moreover, we order them starting from the highest converting to see what strategies are the most effective. why they think they got the results they did. This kind of analysis is vital because it teaches the team to take a break, think about the best and worst practices, and identify the reasons. Moreover, this provides ideas on what to follow next month based on the best practices of the previous month and what 1-2 hypotheses to test where we don't have data yet. Each month, ask the SMM managers to write a report explaining Even the slightest changes can have a drastic impact on conversion. For example, we once increased the CR of our communication scripts by 60% by simply incorporating what we answer to the question about the price into the question about how to enroll! So, the area for improvement must be determined every month and cover everything. Now, we conduct A/B tests for scripts, and the new ones are 50% more effective than the previous and even already improved ones. After doing this, review your materials and update them. Don’t underestimate your SMM! A well-developed SMM strategy would become a great source of leads and purchases. If you’re not afraid to stand out from competitors, your “crazy” content will bring you thousands of dollars and help you build a unique brand. A strong SMM plan can be a powerful tool for generating leads and driving sales. By creating unique and engaging content, businesses can distinguish themselves from competitors and build a strong brand identity. Test every hypothesis you have, analyze your target audience, and constantly plan, update, and improve your materials – and with a certain degree of creativity, you wouldn’t have to wait long before it pays off. 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