November
November (i/noʊˈvɛmbər/ noh-VEM-bər) is the 11th month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian Calendars and one of four months with the length of 30 days. November was the ninth month of the ancient Roman calendar. November retained its name (from the Latin novem meaning "nine") when January and February were added to the Roman calendar.
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1610) September – Thomas Tew, English pirate November 16 – Pierre Nicole, French Jansensist (b. 1625) November 20 – Zumbi, Brazilian leader of a runaway slave colony (b. 1655) November 21 – Henry Purcell, English composer whose works include the opera Dido and Aeneas (b ...
... November – extremely harsh Winter of 1886–1887 begins, killing tens of thousands of cattle on the Great Plains November 3 – In Pakistan one of the biggest schools in the country, Aitchison College ... November 30 – The Folies Bergère stages its first revue ...
... November's birthstones are the topaz (particularly, yellow) which symbolizes friendship and the citrine ... The Zodiac signs for November are Scorpio (until November 21) and Sagittarius (November 22 onwards) ...
... November 1 – The San Francisco Opera House opens ... November 7 – Buck Rogers in the 25th Century debuts on American radio ... November 8 – U.S ...
... Carry Nation (October – November 1932) Goodbye Again (December 1932 – July 1933) Spring in Autumn (October – November 1933) All Good Americans (December 1933 ...
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“During my administration the most unpleasant and perhaps most dramatic negotiations in which we participated were with the various leaders of Iran after the seizure of American hostages in November 1979. The Algerians were finally chosen as the only intermediaries who were considered trustworthy both by me and the Ayatollah Khomeini. After many aborted efforts, final success was achieved during my last few hours in the White House.”
—Jimmy Carter (James Earl Carter, Jr.)
“In that November off Tehuantepec,
The slopping of the sea grew still one night
And in the morning summer hued the deck
And made one think of rosy chocolate
And gilt umbrellas.”
—Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)