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Friday, 10 March 2023

Pirates




“Essentially, Pirates were people who rejected society and created their own little world on their ships. Their community was multicultural and everyone got an equal share of the prize. They answered to nobody but themselves. Their deeds were reported in newspapers and other publications, which flew off the shelves, for the common people to consume. 

In Britain and Colonial America, when people gathered around in taverns to hear someone read the news, pirates were always a subject that came up. They read about pirates who brutally murdered their hostages, stole large ships with huge caches of supplies, were captured and put on trial, and were sentenced to harsh public deaths at the gallows. 

Reading between the lines, they learned about how pirates brought desired forbidden items into the colonies. These stories were gulped down like the tastiest of rums. What really made pirates seem so cool was that they were able to cast off all of their social obligations and roles. 

During the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, your status was pretty much fixed from birth. If you were born poor, you would stay poor. If you were fortunate enough to be born wealthy, you would stay rich. If you were born into a skilled middle-class family, you would follow in your father’s footsteps. Sailors often came from either poor or middle-class families. If they were less fortunate, they were put onto ships at a very young age and, over time, could work their way up a bit. If they were middle-class and educated, they could become a First Mate or Quartermaster before long. Pay was based on position and was often withheld for various reasons. Pirates, on the other hand, only needed to know how to sail (or to be able to learn quickly) and to be brave in a fight. They were assigned duties based on their skills, and money or prizes were doled out equally so that everyone had a fair share. A destitute man could become extremely wealthy after just a year or two on a pirate ship. One way to avoid the risk of capture and hanging while still enjoying the benefits of piracy was to become employed as a privateer. During wartime, sailors were called upon to fight against specific enemy ships, depending on the country that hired them. These sailors were given letters of marque, which, again, were official documents that gave them permission to attack and rob enemy ships. They would be paid in whatever loot they could steal. A letter of marque, however, was like a contract. It had an expiration date that was usually at the end of whatever conflict was taking place. At that point, the sailors were required to stop their privateering and return to a legitimate line of work. Many privateers enjoyed being able to rob ships and steal anything they could carry because it guaranteed a much higher income than they would have earned as a merchant or naval seaman. Plus, it was a lot more fun and adventurous to travel the world as one wished in search of new things to steal. Be honest—what would you choose to do? Captain William Kidd was one of the most well-known pirates during the Golden Age of Piracy, the years from 1650 to 1730, in which pirates were most active and organized throughout the Caribbean and North American colonies. Pirates may have existed since the day people figured out how to make a boat float, but this time period was different because it was the first time history saw a pattern of large, organized societies made up of hefty pirate fleets. During this era, ownership of the colonies and Caribbean islands was constantly fought over by various European powers. Britain managed to secure Jamaica from Spain around 1670 with the Treaty of Madrid, but one of the requirements of this treaty was to rid the seas of pirates. With the uptick in persecution, pirates who already lived in the Caribbean began to scatter, but then formed their own squadrons. This persisted for the next fifty-odd years. Piracy also flourished during the early eighteenth century because peacetime had returned, and many people who worked as privateers in wartime (as in the War for Spanish Succession, a fourteen-year conflict about who would succeed to the Spanish throne after King Charles II’s death) were suddenly unemployed. The number of pirates shot up to the point where Britain had to begin an extermination campaign to get rid of them all. Pirate…or Criminal? Captain Kidd became the prime scapegoat. His exploits created the first concurrently-documented manhunt in history, rendering him one of the most famous pirates that ever lived. Newspapers were constantly publishing articles with the latest news of his exploits until he was finally captured in Boston. His life and death captured the public’s attention, forever changing our perception of pirates. But were pirates criminals? And who was in charge of capturing them? 

The definition of Piracy has always been debated. Official definitions of piracy were written into English law in 1536 when King Henry VIII signed the Offences at Sea Act 1536 (28 Hen 8, c.15), which was later modified in 1700 to create the Act for the Effectual Suppression of Piracy. (This would be reissued twice, in 1717 and 1721, in continued efforts to curb piracy.) 

However, both laws essentially used the same definition. Pirates were legally defined as “hostis humanis generis” : Enemies of all Mankind. In essence, A Pirate was anyone who robbed, plundered, and murdered on any type of body of water.

As for their pursuers, England had a special court — the High Court of Admiralty — for all things related to the sea and exploration. 

The Admiralty was created in 1260 to ward off potential Viking invaders, but their authority did not grow until Henry VIII passed the above-mentioned act. This law officially declared England An Empire and made Piracy punishable by England no matter where in the world the pirates were. The High Court of Admiralty was ordered to put its complete focus on Pirates. 

Admiralty Officials then had the power to arrest pirates just for being accused of Piracy.

If Britain was attacked for any reason, or even just harassed, the deliberately vague wording of this definition became very convenient. If The Government wanted a certain group of sailors punished or killed, it could easily twist the definition of Piracy to serve its purpose. 

Anyone who committed any sort of crime could be considered A Pirate. Even if the person did not Murder anyone, it could be suggested that their Robbery was an intent to harm their own nation. Bam. Pirate. This legal ambiguity meant that it was sometimes hard to decide who really was a pirate, which presented a major problem. 

What if a man killed someone or stole something on his own ship? What if someone killed another person at sea without taking anything? 

Many “pirates” did not consider themselves pirates. 

For instance, Captain William Kidd had specific orders from the British government to rob French ships while sailing the Indian Ocean. 

His fatal mistake was robbing a big and powerful Armenian ship. In his defense, he thought it was a French ship, or so he claimed. Throughout his trial, he maintained that he was absolutely most definitely not a pirate. He had legal orders to rob enemy ships in the East Indies. “Then produce proof,” Admiralty officials told him. “Bring us your letter of marque.” 

Kidd, unfortunately, could not produce the letter of marque, because it had conveniently disappeared. 

Another example is Richard Coyle, a sailor accused of murdering his captain. 

Was this Piracy? 

Or—just as bad, if not worse—was this Mutiny? 

Naturally, at his trial, Coyle claimed that he was innocent. “I had no choice but to murder him!” he declared. “That man was not really our captain. The ship’s carpenter killed our captain and then forced me to sail under him. I had no choice but to avenge my real captain!” The judge was no doubt exasperated by this claim. There was always a reason. 

“Very well,” the judge said, calling his bluff. “Produce some witnesses, or someone who can vouch for your character, and we will look more closely at these charges.” 

Coyle was never able to produce any witnesses, and so he was sentenced to hang.

Coyle was not unique. There were other cases like his. The Admiralty never actually called him a pirate, but others were, just for the sake of semantics. This was the case for Captain James Lowrey, who was found guilty of the murder of Kenneth Hossack, a prisoner on his ship. Lowrey’s chief mate, James Godderar, was the star witness of this case. He claimed to have watched Lowrey beat Hossack to death. The circumstances of how Hossack came to be a prisoner, however, were murky, and it seemed no one could provide any specific details about this. 

“Did the captain accuse any of the crew of acts of piracy?” the prosecutor asked. 

“No, he did not,” Godderar responded. 

The context of the murder was also tricky. Did Lowrey intend to beat the prisoner to death, or just give him a routine beating? Did the prisoner do something to antagonize him? The details were too unclear. 

Finally, out of sheer frustration, The British argued that, by taking Hossack a prisoner, Lowrey had stolen a man. Since Lowrey beat him to death, he had killed a man. 

Therefore, Lowrey must be a pirate. 

So they declared him one and hanged him for it.

This is why many pirates did not believe they were pirates. The rules were so fluid and constantly changing that they often did not know they had committed a serious crime. Murder on the high seas? Meh. It happened. Sometimes ships had to battle, and in battles there were deaths. 

Robbery? This also happened. During battles, people took advantage of the takings if they had the opportunity. 

Sometimes these actions were also a necessity. What if there was a crew member who began threatening the lives of everyone on board? The crew member could be marooned. 

But what if they were not anywhere close to a spit of land? It is very unlikely that a dangerous crew member would be killed in cold blood. Instead, they would be locked up or chained belowdecks. 

However, if a fight broke out, death was always a possibility due to the available weapons and the harsh realities of living on a ship. 

There could also be an accident. What if someone caused someone’s death unintentionally? Perhaps there was a fall due to human error or an emergency situation that would cause panic, such as a ship threatening to capsize during a storm. Not every case could be defined as Murder in the way that the Admiralty wanted to consider it. 

It is a similar case for robbery, although, yes, it would be harder to justify. Sometimes robbery happened out of necessity rather than for the sake of stealing goods for monetary gain. Medicine and foodstuffs would be the items most needed on ships, especially if an illness broke out or extenuating circumstances caused a food or water shortage. These times would be desperate and, unfortunately, one side would have to suffer as a result. 

But could desperate needs be taken into consideration? This is a question that no doubt would come up. 

It is also important to consider that many people were forced into piracy. These people were usually hostages taken on after a battle to replace members of the crew who were killed. The hostages were either kept in custody or forced to swear their fealty and join the crew. In the eventuality that the pirates were captured, the hostage would plead innocence. This was a complicated situation because it was difficult to prove that the person was forced into piracy against their will. There would have to be witnesses to speak for him, but pirates generally did not betray each other. The law boiled down to what was written on paper. If murder and robbery were committed on the high seas, it was piracy, punishable by death. After the turn of the eighteenth century, the law became even more strict. In efforts to stop piracy, colonists and governors were explicitly forbidden to deal with pirates. If they did, they would be considered pirates as well, and therefore subject to the law. After all, in the end, how is helping a pirate different from actually being one? 



WILLARD (v.o.) "I was going to the worst place in the world, and I didn't even know it yet. Weeks away and hundreds of miles up a river that snaked through the war like a main circuit cable and plugged straight into Kurtz. It was no accident that I got to be the caretaker of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz's memory, any more than being back in Saigon was an accident. There is no way to tell his story without telling my own. And if his story is really a confession, then so is mine."

In the briefing room :

 COLONEL LUCAS "Come on in.. At ease. Want a cigarette ?"

 WILLARD "No, thank you sir."

 LUCAS "Captain, have you ever seen this gentleman before ? Met the general or myself ?"

 WILLARD "No, sir. Not personally."

 LUCAS "You have worked a lot on your own, haven't you ?"

 WILLARD "Yes, sir. I have."

 LUCAS "Your report specify intelligence, counter-intelligence, with ComSec I Corps."

 WILLARD "I'm not presently disposed to discuss these operations, sir."

 LUCAS "Did you not work for the CIA in I Corps ?"

 WILLARD "No, sir."

 LUCAS "Did you not assasinate a government tax collector in Quang Tri province, June 19th, 1968 ? Captain ?"

 WILLARD "Sir, I am unaware of any such activity or operation - nor would I be disposed to discuss such an operation if it did in fact exist, sir."

 GENERAL CORMAN "I thought we'd have a bite of lunch while we talk. I hope you brought a good appetite with you. You have a bad hand there, are you wounded ?"

 WILLARD "A little fishing accident on R&R, sir."

 CORMAN "Fishing on R&R... But you're feeling fit, ready for duty ?"

 WILLARD "Yes, general. Very much so sir."

 CORMAN "Let's see what we have here... roast beef and..., usually is not bad. Try some Jerry, pass it around. Save a little time when we'll pass both ways. Captain, I don't know how you feel about this shrimp, but if you'll eat it, you never have to prove your courage in any other way... I'll take a piece here ..."

 LUCAS "Captain, you heard of Colonel Walter E. Kurtz ?"

 WILLARD "Yes, sir, I've heard the name."

 LUCAS "Operations officer, 5th Special forces."

 CORMAN "Luke, would you play that tape for captain, please. Listen carefully."

 ON TAPE "October 9th, 0430 hours, sector PBK."

 LUCAS "This was monitored out of Cambodia. This has been verified as colonel Kurtz's voice."

 COLONEL KURTZ (on tape) " I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor, and surviving. "

 ON TAPE "11th transmission, December 30th, 0500 hours, sector KZK."

 KURTZ (on tape) " We must kill them. We must incinerate them. Pig after pig, cow after cow, village after village, army after army. And they call me an assasin. What do you call it when the assasins accuse the assasin ? They lie.. they lie and we have to be merciful for those who lie. Those nabobs. I hate them. How I hate them..."

 CORMAN "Walt Kurtz was one of the most outstanding officers this country has ever produced. He was a brilliant and outstanding in every way and he was a good man too. Humanitarian man, man of wit, of humor. He joined the Special forces. After that his ideas, methods have become unsound... Unsound."

 LUCAS "Now he's crossed to Cambodia with his Montagnard army, who worship the man, like a god, and follow every order however ridiculous."

 CORMAN "Well, I have some other shocking news to tell you. Colonel Kurtz was about to be arrested for murder."

 WILLARD "I don't follow sir. Murdered who ?"

 LUCAS "Kurtz had ordered executions of some Vietnamese intelligence agents. Men he believed were double agents. So he took matters into his own hands."

 CORMAN 
Well, you see Willard... In this war, 
things get confused out there, power, 
ideals, the old morality, and 
practical military necessity. 
Out there with these natives it 
must be a temptation to be God

Because there's a conflict in every 
human heart between the rational 
and the irrational, between 
Good and Evil -- and Good 
does not always triumph;

Sometimes the dark side overcomes 
what Lincoln called the better 
angels of our nature --

Every man has got 
a breaking point. 
You and I have. 
Walter Kurtz has reached his
And very obviously
he has gone insane.

 WILLARD 
.....yes sir, very much so, sir. 
Obviously insane.

 LUCAS 
Your mission is to proceed up to Nung river in a Navy patrol boat. Pick up colonel Kurtz' path at Nu Mung Ba, follow it, learn what you can along the way. When you find colonel infiltrate his team by whatever means available and terminate the colonel's command."

 WILLARD "Terminate ? The colonel ?"

 CORMAN 
He's out there, operating 
without any decent restraint. 
Totally beyond the pale of any 
acceptable Human conduct.
And, he is still in the field 
commanding his troops.

 The Man from The Company : 
Terminate -- with 
extreme prejudice.

 LUCAS 
You understand Captain... , that 
this operation does not exist
nor will it ever exist." 

In helicopter :

 
How many people 
had I already killed? 
There was those six 
that I know about for sure
Close enough to blow 
their last breath 
in my face. 

But this time it was 
An Americanand 
An Officer

That wasn't supposed to make 
any difference to me, but it did

Shit...charging a man with Murder 
in this place was like handing out 
speeding tickets in the Indy 500. 

I took The Mission —
What the hell else was I gonna do? 
But I really didn't know what I'd do 
when I found him.

I was being ferried down the coast 
in a Navy PBR, a type 
of plastic patrol boat
pretty common sight 
on The Rivers. 

They said it was a 
good way to pick up 
information without 
drawing lot of attention

That was OK, I needed 
the air and the time. 
Only problem was,
I wouldn't be alone.

Tuesday, 5 November 2019

Wolf-Kin


One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said, 
"My Son, 
the battle is between two wolves inside us all.

One is "Evil" --
It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is "Good" --
It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: 
"Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, 
"The one you feed."






BILL MOYERS: 
Poor Snake.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
It’s the same story.

BILL MOYERS: 
What do you make of this, that in all of these stories the principal actors are pointing to someone else as the initiator of The Fall?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Yeah, but it turns out to be Snake. 
And Snake in both of these stories is the symbol of life throwing off the past and continuing to live.

BILL MOYERS: 
Why?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
The power of life, because the snake sheds its skin, just as the moon sheds its shadow. The snake in most cultures is positive. 
Even the most poisonous thing, in India, the cobra, is a sacred animal. And the serpent, Naga, the serpent king, Nagaraga, is the next thing to the Buddha, because the serpent represents the power of life in the field of time to throw off death, and the Buddha represents the power of life in the field of eternity to be eternally alive.
Now, I saw a fantastic thing of a Burmese priestess, a snake priestess, who had to bring rain to her people by calling a king cobra from his den and kissing him three times on the nose. There was the cobra, the giver of life, the giver of rain, which is of life, as the divine positive, not negative, figure.

BILL MOYERS: 
The Christian stories turn it around, because the serpent was the seducer.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Well, what that amounts to is a refusal to affirm life. 

Life is evil in this view. 

Every natural impulse is sinful unless you’ve been baptized or circumcised, in this tradition that we’ve inherited. 

For heaven’s sakes!








2 :
Society...

6 :
Yes, sir?

2 :
Society is a place where people exist together.

6 :
Yes, sir.
 
2 :
That is Civilisation.
The Lone Wolf belongs to The Wilderness.


6 :
Yes, sir.
  
2 :
You must not be a Lone Wolf!

6 :
No, sir.
 
2 :
You must conform!
6 :
Yes, sir.
 
2 :
It is my duty to see that you do!

6 :
Yes, sir.









OLIVER :
We were always finding things.
Pens.
Poetry.
Socks.

The Astral Plane was like a magnet for lost dreams.

Minds.

That was the other thing we found.

In The Real World, when people lost their minds, they ended up here.

[COOING.]
And who are we, then? 
[BABY BABBLING.]
Hmm.

 THE WOLF :
What you got today?

OLIVER :
A baby.

 THE WOLF :
 A baby? Wow.
Look at that.
[SNIFFS.]
Can I have him? 

OLIVER :
It's a her, I think, and no.

If you want a baby, you can scavenge one yourself.

THE WOLF :
[SCOFFS.]
"Scavenge." That's – I'm a wolf.

Wolves don't scavenge.
We hunt.

You're lucky I don't hunt you.

OLIVER :
Well, you live just next door.
Wouldn't be hard.
  
THE WOLF :
Have you told her about the Holocaust yet? 

OLIVER :
The? What?

 THE WOLF :
Got to tell her.
Prepare her, Oliver.

You can't grow up too fast.
That's my motto.

Also, herpes.
Make sure you tell her about herpes, like, right away. 

MELANIE :
[SIGHS.]
Get away! Go on!
 [GROWLS.]
Shoo! Get away! Get away! 

THE WOLF :
 Don't forget chlamydia.
[HOWLS.]

OLIVER :
Wife.

MELANIE: 
Husband.
What did we scavenge today? 

OLIVER :
Well, half a sandwich, a very nice sock and, uh, this baby.

 MELANIE:
Oh, baby.
Well, look at that.
[GASPS.]
Oh.
Oh, aren't you adorable.
Let's get you inside.

[BABY COOING.]
[THE WOLF HOWLING.]
[HOWLING CONTINUES.]
[SIREN WAILING.]

MELANIE: 
Mm.
What should we call her? 

OLIVER :
The soup? 

MELANIE: 
No, not the soup; the baby.

OLIVER :
Oh, her name is Sydney.

 MELANIE:
How do you know? 

OLIVER :
She told me.

MELANIE: 
What else did she say? 

OLIVER :
Well, nothing.
She's a baby.

 MELANIE:
She looks familiar somehow.
Syd.
Sydney.
It's okay.
Everything's okay. 
Mama's got you. 
[POUNDING ON WALLS.]
[THE WOLF HOWLING.]
 MELANIE:
Don't.

OLIVER :
I won't.
Although, he did blow the paper house down last time.
This house is straw, though, Mighty Straw.
It should hold.

[WIND WHISTLING.]
- [WIND HOWLING LOUDLY.]
[HOUSE CREAKING, RUMBLING.]

I'll just go and chat with him, shall I? 

THE WOLF :
[PANTING.]
Oh, hey.
[CHUCKLES.]
I was just, uh [EXHALES.]
This is Cynthia.
I found her wandering alone in the woods.
She's lost her innocence, which is a win for this guy.
Plus, hey, she brought all these dirty needles with her, so I was thinking, party? Huh? 
[SNIFFS.]
Is that Soup? 

 MELANIE:
No.


[GROWLS.]
Hello, Melanie.
This is Cynthia.


CYNTHIA: 
Hi.
She's given up all Hope.
[CHUCKLES.]
Isn't that great? 

OLIVER :
Look, we're trying to have a nice life here and raise this baby with Wonder and Magic, so we need to keep The Real World out.



You guys like magic? 
'Cause I can do magic.
[CHUCKLES.]
It was in my sleeve.

OLIVER :
Go away.


[GROWLING.]

 MELANIE:
Not you, hon.
Come in.
Have some soup.
Sorry.
[ROARING.]

OLIVER :
Listen, don't be mad.
[SIGHS.]
We should move.
[THE WOLF HOWLING IN DISTANCE.]
[INDISTINCT WHISPERING.]
[INSECTS TRILLING.]

OLIVER :
There we go.
That's perfect.
Oh, yes, that's perfect for [CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY.]


SYD :
Why does some music make you happy but other music make you sad? 

OLIVER :
That's a good question.
Well, uh, do you know the difference between a major and a minor chord? 


SYD :
I'm five.

OLIVER :
No excuse.
I'll show you when we get home.

SYD :
Why do people use umbrellas in the rain but not the snow? 

OLIVER: 
Quiet now.


SYD :
Whose stuff is this? 

OLIVER :
[SIGHS.]
People in The Real World.
When they forget about something, when it stops being important, it comes here.


SYD :
Oh.


OLIVER :
Oh.


SYD :
I'm gonna call her Heady.

OLIVER :
Little bird.
Not that way.


SYD :
Why not? 
[MACHINERY WHIRRING.]
SYD :
What is it? 

OLIVER :
It-it's called The Ostrich.
Oh, wait, that's not right.
It's the big bird, isn't it? No, The City.
It's called The City.
Also known as The Real World.


SYD :
What makes it Real? 

OLIVER :
I'll explain when you're older.


SYD :
No, now.

OLIVER :
That's not the way it works, little bird.
I'm The Daddy, and you're The Baby, and I'll tell you about The Real World when you're older.
Now, come on.
Mommy's making stuffed animal pie.
Mmm.
We don't want to be late.

SYD :
[FLIES BUZZING.]
People think Death is scary.

It's pretty scary, huh? I mean, look at it.
All oozy, and what are those, maggots? 


SYD :
That's just Nature.


Mm, kids die, too, you know.
Everybody.
Your parents.
Ooh.
That's got to be scary, knowing that, huh? Mm.



SYD :
My mom told me that Death is just part of Life.


[GROANS.]
She did, huh? 

OLIVER: 
Sydney!
[THE WOLF GROWLS.]

SYD :
Got to go.
Bye.
Wait, wait, wait.
Did she tell you about chlamydia? 
Tell me a bedtime story.


MELANIE: 
Hmm. Oh.
Once upon a time, 
There was a girl who had the most extraordinary ability.
She could feel everything the animals felt.

When a donkey stubbed its toe, her toe hurt.
Every time a monkey got sad, she got sad.
It was her special power.

And she called her special power "Empathy.
And Empathy was her friend.
They did everything together.

But it's a hard thing for a little girl to share the feelings of others.
And she started to wonder, 
"Where do they end and I begin?" 

No.
No.
No.
[DISTANT HOWLING.]
[GASPS.]


Cynthia.
Hey.
Do you ever miss your parents? 
Your Real Parents.
Back in The Real World.
Wasn't your mom a lush? I love that word.
"Lush.
It sounds so positive.
Which, uh Remember how she used to tuck you in at night with flecks of vomit in her hair? 

I live here now. 

With the rivers and trees. 

Mm And Kenny? 
Do you ever miss Kenny? 

Kenny beat me.
Kenny's real sorry, baby.
He wants you to come home real bad.
He love-love-loves you.
I have to go inside.


Hey.
- [GASPS.]
Look what I found.
Hmm? [CHUCKLES.]
I don't do that anymore.
Aw come on.
Sure, you do.
Don't be scared, gorgeous.
You think the light bulb is afraid of the dark? 
The light bulb loves the dark.
'Cause in the dark it can shine.
- [SIGHS SOFTLY.]
- Shine for me, baby.
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]


MELANIE: 
So, that's where babies come from.
And in a couple years, your body will start to change to be more like Mommy's.
It's the most natural thing in the world.
Any questions? 


SYD :
What's chlamydia? 


MELANIE:
Where'd you hear that word? 

SYD :
From The Wolf.


MELANIE:

Uh, well um, you know how, when someone sneezes on you, you catch a cold? 
Well, that's because the cold is a virus, and the sneeze transfers the virus to you.
And chlamydia is kind of like a cold, except for your vagina.
And, uh, you get it by having unprotected sex with someone who has that virus.
Does that make sense? 


SYD :
Bodies are weird.

- [MELANIE CHUCKLES.]




"Well, a Director is just someone who has a fetish about making The World the way he wants it - Sort of Narcissistic."

That's you....?

"All Directors....

They're vaugely like Emperors."
- George Lucas 
Always Two There are,
No More, No Less —
A Master and an Apprentice.

— The Rule of Two

 "Curious. I have brought The Sith to their ultimate victory. Through study, I will soon learn how to defeat death. While I may choose apprentices, I will never choose a successor."

 — Darth Sidious, marginalia in The Book of The Sith, in the section titled "Selecting an Apprentice"


"The Sith Order is now a lineage....
It must not end with you! 
I will not allow my new Sith Order to expire because you were unworthy or too protective to bequeath your power.



Know this : Your apprentice will kill you. 


If this fact frightens you, then the Sith Order has already suffered a fatal infection.




Or do you believe that you will live forever? 

You are not wrong to covet the secret, for I have sought to prolong my own life. 

But in the extreme, this leads to narcissism and a lack of focus on The Rule of Two.





To be a Sith Lord is to outthink your enemies and to plan for every eventuality. 



A proper apprentice will ensure that The Sith endure, no matter what fate may come upon your head."

— The Book of The Sith




An interval of thirty years elapsed between the foundation of Lavinium and the colonisation of Alba Longa. Such had been the growth of the Latin power, mainly through the defeat of the Etruscans, that neither at the death of Aeneas, nor during the regency of Lavinia, nor during the immature years of the reign of Ascanius, did either Mezentius and the Etruscans or any other of their neighbours venture to attack them. When terms of peace were being arranged, the river Albula, now called the Tiber, had been fixed as the boundary between the Etruscans and the Latins.

Ascanius was succeeded by his son Silvius, who by some chance had been born in the forest. He became the father of Aeneas Silvius, who in his turn had a son, Latinus Silvius. He planted a number of colonies: the colonists were called Prisci Latini. The cognomen of Silvius was common to all the remaining kings of Alba, each of whom succeeded his father. Their names are Alba, Atys, Capys, Capetus, Tiberinus, who was drowned in crossing the Albula, and his name transferred to the river, which became henceforth the famous Tiber. Then came his son Agrippa, after him his son Romulus Silvius. He was struck by lightning and left the crown to his son Aventinus, whose shrine was on the hill which bears his name and is now a part of the city of Rome. 





He was succeeded by Proca, who had two sons, Numitor and Amulius. To Numitor, the elder, he bequeathed the ancient throne of the Silvian house. Violence, however, proved stronger than either the father's will or the respect due to the brother's seniority; for Amulius expelled his brother and seized the crown. Adding crime to crime, he murdered his brother's sons and made the daughter, Rhea Silvia, a Vestal virgin; thus, under the presence of honouring her, depriving her of all hopes of issue.










But the Fates had, I believe, already decreed the origin of this Great City and the foundation of the mightiest empire under heaven. The Vestal was forcibly violated and gave birth to twins. 

She named Mars as their father, either because she really believed it, or because the fault might appear less heinous if a deity were the cause of it. But neither gods nor men sheltered her or her babes from the king's cruelty; the priestess was thrown into prison, the boys were ordered to be thrown into the river. By a heaven-sent chance it happened that the Tiber was then overflowing its banks, and stretches of standing water prevented any approach to the main channel. Those who were carrying the children expected that this stagnant water would be sufficient to drown them, so under the impression that they were carrying out the king's orders they exposed the boys at the nearest point of the overflow, where the Ficus Ruminalis (said to have been formerly called Romularis) now stands. The locality was then a wild solitude. 










The tradition goes on to say that after the floating cradle in which the boys had been exposed had been left by the retreating water on dry land, a thirsty she-wolf from the surrounding hills, attracted by the crying of the children, came to them, gave them her teats to suck and was so gentle towards them that the king's flock-master found her licking the boys with her tongue.




According to the story, his name was Faustulus. He took the children to his hut and gave them to his wife Larentia to bring up. Some writers think that Larentia, from her unchaste life, had got the nickname of "She-wolf" amongst the shepherds, and that this was the origin of the marvellous story. As soon as the boys, thus born and thus brought up, grew to be young men they did not neglect their pastoral duties, but their special delight was roaming through the woods on hunting expeditions. 






As their strength and courage were thus developed, they used not only to lie in wait for fierce beasts of prey, but they even attacked brigands when loaded with plunder. They distributed what they took amongst the shepherds, with whom, surrounded by a continually increasing body of young men, they associated themselves in their serious undertakings and in their sports and pastimes.


Remus accordingly was handed over to Numitor for punishment. Faustulus had from the beginning suspected that it was royal offspring that he was bringing up —







— for he was aware that the boys had been exposed at the king's command and the time at which he had taken them away exactly corresponded with that of their exposure. He had, however, refused to divulge the matter prematurely, until either a fitting opportunity occurred or necessity demanded its disclosure. The necessity came first. Alarmed for the safety of Remus he revealed the state of the case to Romulus. 


It so happened that Numitor also, who had Remus in his custody, on hearing that he and his brother were twins and comparing their ages and the character and bearing so unlike that of one in a servile condition, began to recall the memory of his grandchildren, and further inquiries brought him to the same conclusion as Faustulus; nothing was wanting to the recognition of Remus. 





So the king Amulius was being enmeshed on all sides by hostile purposes. 




Romulus shrunk from a direct attack with his body of shepherds, for he was no match for the king in open fight. 


They were instructed to approach the palace by different routes and meet there at a given time, whilst from Numitor's house Remus lent his assistance with a second band he had collected. The attack succeeded and the king was killed.