Kotler Bàn Về Tiếp Thị (Tái Bản 2014) tải về miễn phí cuốn sách

Talita Sannalber talitasannf91a — The story started slow and then moved to fast for my liking. Luke came at first as a selfish man, even though you could see the underlying caring he felt for Gracie. Gracie came at first as a little dumb, since she couldn't find a man to suit her needs so she kept picking the wrong men. Wes feelings weren't even approached. Aside of that the basic idea of the story was good. I really liked it.

Nicolas Doussaud nd_photographies — aka "Opening Night" Opening Night (large print edition). There is perhaps nothing that gives one so strong a sense of theatre from the inside as the sound of invisible players in action. The disembodied and remote voices, projected at an unseen mark, the uncanny quiet off-stage, the smells and the feeling that the walls and the dust listen, the sense of a simmering expectancy; all these together make a corporate life so that the theatre itself seems to breathe and pulse and give out a warmth. This warmth communicated itself to Martyn and, in spite of all her misgivings, she glowed and thought to herself. 'This is my place. This is where I belong.' (p. 98-99) Left to itself the Vulcan was possessed only by an immense expectancy. It waited. In the auditorium, rows of seats, stripped of their dust-cloths, stared at the curtain. The curtain itself presented its reverse side to Jack's set, closing it in with a stuffy air of secrecy. The stage was dark. Battalions of dead lamps, focused at crazy angles, overhung it with the promise of light. Cue-sheets fixed to the switchboard awaited the electrician, the prompt-script was on its shelf, the properties were ranged on trestle tables. Everything abided its time in the dark theatre. To enter into this silent house was to feel as if one surprised a poised and expectant presence. This air of suspense made itself felt to the occasional intruders: to the boy who from time to time came through from the office with telegrams for the dressing rooms, to the girl from Florian's and the young man from the wigmakers, and to the piano-tuner who, for an hour, twanged and hammered in the covered well. And to Martyn Tarne, who alone in the ironing-room, set about the final pressing of the dresses under her care. (p. 109) Every device by which a second-leading man could make a bit-part actor look foolish had been brought into play during rehearsals. Ben had up-staged him, had flurried him by introducing new business, had topped his lines and, even while he was seething with impotent fury, had reduced him to nervous giggles by looking sideways at him. It was the technique with which a schoolmaster could torture a small boy, and it revived in Parry hideous memories of his childhood. (p. 117)

杨 倩玉 617yqy — i learned to be wary of the man w/ a single glove. the lesson was always there for us and still we let michael jackson rise to power. if you are a tard do not think of the bunnies. i love it when dreams don't come true.