
SCM_rail_transport_distance_LB_slag=6
SCM_rail_transport_distance_UB_slag=6
SCM_ocean_transport_distance_LB_slag=64.7
SCM_ocean_transport_distance_UB_slag=64.7
SCM_barge_transport_distance_LB_slag=23.2
SCM_barge_transport_distance_UB_slag=23.2

SCM_Fly_Ash= 'Fly_Ash'
Coal_Elec_CO2_intensity_mean=1.24
Coal_Elec_CO2_intensity_sd=0.09
SCM_road_transport_distance_LB_fly_ash=66.3
SCM_road_transport_distance_UB_fly_ash=66.3
SCM_rail_transport_distance_LB_fly_ash=60.9
SCM_rail_transport_distance_UB_fly_ash=60.9
SCM_ocean_transport_distance_LB_fly_ash=13.7
SCM_ocean_transport_distance_UB_fly_ash=13.7
SCM_barge_transport_distance_LB_fly_ash=0
SCM_barge_transport_distance_UB_fly_ash=0

SCM_None= 'No'
SCM_CO2_intensity_no_SCM=0
SCM_road_transport_distance_LB_no_SCM=0
SCM_road_transport_distance_UB_no_SCM=0
SCM_rail_transport_distance_LB_no_SCM=0
SCM_rail_transport_distance_UB_no_SCM=0
SCM_ocean_transport_distance_LB_no_SCM=0
SCM_ocean_transport_distance_UB_no_SCM=0
SCM_barge_transport_distance_LB_no_SCM=0
SCM_barge_transport_distance_UB_no_SCM=0

#Scatter plot specific constants
parameter1='P1: OPC'
parameter2='P2: Coarse Aggregate'
parameter3='P3: Fine Aggregate'
parameter4='P4: Water'
parameter5='P5: SCM'
parameter6='P6: Material Transportation'
parameter7='P7: CO2 MEA'
parameter8='P8: Power Plant CO2 Emissions'
parameter9='P9: CO2 Transportation'
parameter10='P10: CO2 Vaporization Electricity'
parameter11='P11: CO2 Injection Electricity'
parameter12='P12: CO2 Curing Electricity'
parameter13='P13: Steam Curing Electricity'

parameter1_color='darkviolet'
parameter2_color='green'
parameter3_color='red'
parameter4_color='blue'
parameter5_color='orange'
parameter6_color='grey'
parameter7_color='brown'
#parameter8_color='pink'
parameter8_color='olive'
parameter9_color='dodgerblue'
parameter10_color='darkgoldenrod'
#parameter11_color='yellow'
parameter11_color='magenta'
parameter12_color='black'
parameter13_color='c'

figsize_width_scatterplot=45
figsize_height_scatterplot=60
xaxis_tick_padding_scatterplot=15
yaxis_tick_padding_scatterplot=5
Tightlayout_Pad_scatterplot=0.01
output_file_name_scatterplot_SE='Scatter_Plot_SE.png'
output_file_name_scatterplot_EA='Scatter_Plot_EA.png'
output_file_name_scatterplot_MA='Scatter_Plot_MA.png'

vline_width_scatterplot=1.5
hline_width_scatterplot=1.5

#Delta plot specific constants
figsize_width_deltaplot=45
figsize_height_deltaplot=65
number_of_parameters=13
number_of_parameters_CO2_capture_from_cement_plant=12
vline_width_deltarplot=1.5
xaxis_tick_padding_deltaplot=5
Tightlayout_Pad_deltaplot=0.25

output_file_name_deltaplot_SE='Delta_Plot_SE.png'
output_file_name_deltaplot_MA='Delta_Plot_MA.png'
output_file_name_deltaplot_EA='Delta_Plot_EA.png'
output_file_name_deltaplot_cement_CO2_capture_SE='Delta_Plot_Cement_CO2_Capture_SE.png'

Mr. Colman and his adopted daughter were fast friends--so fast and so near that they could talk together about Walter, though but the adoptive brother of the one, and the real son of the other. Richard had inherited, apparently, his wife's love to Molly, and added to it his own; but their union had its root in the perfect truthfulness of the two. Real approximation, real union must ever be in proportion to mutual truthfulness. It was quite after the usual fashion, therefore, between them, when Molly began, to tell her father about the conversation she had had with Walter.
"What first made you think, Molly, of such a difference between thoughts and things?" asked Mr. Colman.
"I know quite well," answered Molly. "You remember our visit to your old school-friend, Mr. Dobson?"
"Of course; perfectly."
Mr. Dobson was a worthy clergyman, doing his weary best in a rural parish.
"And you remember Mrs. Evermore?"
"You thought her name a funny one; but you said it ought to have been _'Nevermore,' because she seemed never to get any further!"
"Come, come, Molly! that won't do! It was you, not I, that said such a spiteful thing!" "It was true any way!" answered Molly; "and you agreed with me; so if I said it first, you said it last! Well, I had to study this Mrs. Evermore. From morning to night she was evermore on the hunt after new fancies. She watched for them, stalked them, followed them like a boy with a butterfly-net She caught them too, of the sort she wanted, plentifully. But none ever came to anything, so far as I could see. She never did anything with one of them. Whatever she caught had a cage to itself, where it sat on 'the all-alone-stone.' Every other moment, while you and Mr. Dobson were talking, she would cry 'oh! oh! o--o--oh!' and pull out her note-book, which was the cork-box in which she pinned her butterflies. She must have had a whole museum of ideas! The most accidental resemblance between words would suffice to start one: after it she would go, catch it, pin it down, and call it a correspondence. Now and then a very pretty notion would fall to her net, and often a silly one; but all were equally game to her. I found her amusing and interesting for two days, but then began to see she only led nothing nowhere. She was touchy, and jealous, and said things that disgusted me; never did anything for anybody; and though she hunted religious ideas most, never seemed to imagine they could have anything to do with her life. It was only the fineness of a good thought even that she seemed to prize. She would startle you any moment by an exclamation of delight at some religious fancy or sentimentality, and down it most go in her book, but it went no further than her book: she was just as common as before, vulgar even, in her judgments of motives and actions. She seemed made for a refined and delicate woman, but not to take the trouble to be what she was made for.  She talked about afflictions as one might of manure: by these afflictions, of which she would complain bitterly, she was being fashioned for life eternal! It was all the most dreary, noisome rubbish I had ever come across. I used to lie awake thinking what could ever rouse such a woman to see that she had to _do something; that man nor woman can become anything without having a hand in the matter. She seemed to expect the spirit of God to work in her like yeast in flour, although there was not a sign of the dough rising. That is how I came to see that one may have any number of fine thoughts and fancies and be nothing the better, any more than the poor woman in the gospel with her doctors! And when Walter, the next time he came home, talked as he did about thoughts, and quoted Keats to the same effect, as if the finest thing in the universe were a fine thought, I could not bear it, and that made me speak to him as I did."
"You have made it very clear, Molly; and I quite agree with