Sunday, 7 March 2021

Post-Modernism










'Giving bullshit a bad name' 

But Foucault also had a disciple: Jacques Derrida , who took his course at the ENS: "I was struck, like many others , by his speaking ability . His eloquence, authority , and brilliance were impressive ," said Derrida later of his mentor. Derrida was taken by Foucault to the psychiatric hospital of St. Anne to hear patients examined (Michel Foucault by Didier Eribon, p. 50). 

Derrida has been less of a political exhibitionist than Foucault. Derrida was arrested by the communist authorities in Prague in 1 981 on charges of drug trafficking; he said that he had come to meet dissidents and was released after protests . In the mid-1980s , Derrida authored a characteristically garbled essay!in praise of Nelson Mandela.


In general , Derrida claims always to have been a leftist . Foucault and his pupil Oerrida quarreled during the 1970s , and Foucault has provi􀄘ed some trenchant summations of Derrida' s work, which he rightly called "terrorist obscurantism . " Obscurantism because Derrida deliberately writes in an incomprehensible 􀄙ay . If one ventures to criticize Derrida, the latter says: "You misunderstood me you are an idiot" (LimitedI nc. , p. 158). roucault also said of Derrida: "He's the kind of philosopher w 0 gives bullshit a bad name" (Illiberal Education by Dinesh D'Souza, p. 190). The main exception seems to be when Derrida has to argue for funding for his activities; in these cases he seems to be able to speak quite clearly (see Tenured Radicals) . The destruction of language Those who try to read Derrida find a smokescreen of infuriating jargon, thoroughly pedantic but in a modish way. What is Derrida up to behind the smokescreen? One thinks of Moliere's pedant Vadius in Les Femmes Savantes . His task at one level is simply to destroy the literate languages of western Europe and their developed capacity to transmit advanced scientific, artistic, and epistemological conceptions.

Derrida wants to wreck everything that has been accomplished since De Vulgari Eloquentia (On the Eloquence of the Vernacular) by Dante, Petrarch, and their heirs in many countries. Derrida also knows that in order to destroy the efficacy of these languages, he must also destroy the heritage of Plato. Derrida wants to show that all written and spoken discourse is umeadable, undecipherable, incapable of meaning anything. Reading a written text, above all, is for Derrida always a misreading. 

For this operation Derrida proceeds in the spirit of an ultra-Aristotelian radical nominalism which abolishes any relation between language on the one hand, and concepts and reality on the other. Such an outlook is always closely linked with paranoid schizophrenic mental pathologies. The operation is far from new, but has been attempted many times during the centuries, in recent times especially by the AngloVenetian or continental oligarchical schools of philosophy. Derrida is like David Hume, who began with the usual "Nihil in intellectu quod non prius in sensu" ("Nothing is in the intellect that was not first in the senses") of Paolo Sarpi's disciples among the British empiricists, and soon ended up denying the possible existence of truth, the world, causality, knowledge, and the self.

Derrida uses "texts" as the primary sense impressions and arrives at the same kind of radical skepticism. Signs without reality Much of modem philosophy is an attempt to dissolve epistemology into language and then to cripple epistemology by dissolving language. This is typical of Ludwig Wittgenstein, who has had immense influence in the AngloAmerican world. Ernst Cassirer wrote in his Philosophy of Symbolic Forms about language becoming the principal weapon of skepticism rather than the vehicle for philosophical knowledge. Stuart Chase and the semanticists tried to show that most important political and historical concepts were meaningless verbiage.

The modem hermeneutic school is not far behind. Derrida's late comrade in arms, Paul de Man, the leading "boa deconstructor" at Yale University until his death in 1984 , talked about the predicament of modem thought as being linguistic rather than ontological or hermeneutic- meaning once again that language is a self-contained world of signs without links to reality. Concepts about the real world are degraded to rhetorical figures and tropes. Derrida's trick is to veil his extreflle subjectivist denial of reality with an apparent negation of both subject and object: " ... not only [does] meaning ... 􀅠ot essentially imply the intuition of the object but ... it essJntially excludes it .. .. The total absence of the subject and) object of a statementthe death of the writer and/or the dis ppearance of the object he was able to describe--does not prevent a text from 'mean- I ing' something. On the contrary, this possibility gives birth to meaning as such, gives it out to be eard and read" (Speech and Phenomena , pp. 92-93). Derrida's irrationalism has more flair than that of his plodding factional adversaries in thi older Anglo-American linguistic analysis schools.



When Derrida was a young boy, he was locked by his sister in a cedar chest in the family home and kept there by her for what seemed to him to be an eternity. During this time the child Derrida thought that he had died and gone to another world. After he had been rescued from the cedar chest, he somehow conceived the idea that he had been castrated. He came to see himself as the Egyptian pagan god Osiris, who had died and been dismembered, but then reassembled and brought back from the dead (minus his male organ) by Isis. 

Derrida told his Paris students of the early 1970s that this decisive experience in his life had led him to write the book Dissemination (Paris, 1972), which includes much elaboration of the theme of seed that is scattered, etc. 

Derrida felt compelled to narrate the Isis-Osiris-Horus myth in detail in the chapter of Dissemination entitled"Plato's Pharmacy," which is otherwise a document of his hatred for both Socrates and Plato. The Kabbala and mysticism Derrida is the bearer of another form of irrationalism of a specifically Venetian stamp: He has been pervasively influenced by the mystical writings of the Kabbala, a school cultivated over centuries by the Luzzato patrician family of the Venetian ghetto. 

Derrida cites a certain "Rabbi Eliezer": "If all the seas were of ink, and all ponds planted with reeds, if the sky and the earth were parchments and if all human beings practiced the art of writing, they would not exhaust the Torah I have learned, just as the Torah itself would not be diminished any more than is the sea by the water removed by a paint brush dipped in it."

Can this be Eleazar Ben Judah of Worms, the Hasidic Kabbalist who lived from 1160 to 1238? An ancient text with rach single word surrounded by . en . dless pages of exegetica􀁑 comm􀅘nt􀅙, with each note pomtmg to a another, older text-this IS one of Derrida's d.ominating visions. 􀁐 errida's lessay . on the Livre des Questions (B ook of QuestIOns) and reBatls Ma Demeure (I Build My House) by the contemporary French author Edmond Jabes yields a singular quotation on "the difficulty of being a Jew, which coincides with the difficulty of writing: for Judaism and writing are but the same waiting, the same hope, the same depletion." "The art of the writer consists in little by little making words interest themselves in his books" I (Writing and Difef rence, p. 65􀅚. Derrida sometimes assumes the persona of a Kabbalist and signs his essays as "Reb Rida" or "Reb Derissa." I Derrida was much influen􀅛ed by the French writer Emmanuel Levinas, who populahzed the phenomenology of Edmund Husserl and the pro-Nazi existentialism of Martin Heidegger in France. Husserl and Heidegger had appeared as co-thinkers until Hitler's seizure of power in 1933, when Heidegger came out openly asia raving Nazi, while Husserl declined to do so. At this point, Levinas gravitated to Heidegger's, that is to say, to the oPfn Nazi side. Levinas helped to direct Derrida' s attention 0 Heidegger, who was also profoundly influencing Frenc􀅜 thought via Sartre, who was also a convinced Heideggerian. Just as Heidegger is a commentator of the protofascist 􀅝ietzsche, so Derrida can be seen as a commentator of the Nazi Heidegger. Derrida's endorsement of Heidegger is iqdeed very strong: "I maintain . . . that Heidegger's text is 0t extreme importance, that it constitutes an unprecedented, lirreversible advance and that we are still very far from haying exploited all its critical resources" (Positions, pp. 70, 3). Deconstruction is destruction A typical theme of the irr􀀚tionalists of the Weimar Republic was Destruktion . Karl ¥annheim wrote in his Ideology and Utopia (1929) about thd need to promote the Destruktion of self-deceiving ideologi s. For the Heidegger of Being and Time , Destruktion meant something similar, approximately the clearing away of what deconstructionists call "western metaphysics" from life and the institutions of thought. Heidegger wrote afteI the war in his Kant and the Problem of Metaphysics (p. 211) of the need for a "destructive retrospect of the history 0 I ontology" whose task would be to "lay bare the internal character or development" of its objects of study. This would i􀅞volve a "loosening up" of the "hardened tradition" of "ontology" by a "positive destruction." The Nazi Heidegger's noti n of Destruktion is the immediate starting point for Derrid􀅟 and his entire school. In the first published edition of De La GrammatoLogie (Of Gramma- I tology) published in Paris in 19f67 , Derrida does not talk about "deconstruction" but rather abfut "destruction" throughout. Derrida says that in deconstruetion, "the task is . . . to dis-mantle [deconstruire] the metaphysical and rhetorical structures which are at work . . . not in order to reject or discard them, but to reinscribe them in another way" (Margins of Philosophy). Derrida is nervous to the point of paranoia lest this connection become too obvious: He deliberately lies that "deconstruction has nothing to do with destruction. I believe in the necessity of scientific work in the classical sense. I believe in the necessity of everything which is being done . "



The destruction of reason With deconstruction thus revealed as a slyly disguised form of destruction , the next question is to determine what is to be destroyed. Derrida wants the destruction of reason, the deconstruction of the Logos, which he identifies as the central point of the Judeo-Christian philosophical tradition. That tradition is what the deconstructionists are attacking when they rail against "western metaphysics." Derrida is anti-western because he regards the line of development from Socrates and Plato through Gottfried Leibniz as "ethnocentric" and racist. When he attacks "metaphysics," he means human reason itself.


Derrida writes: "The 'rationality' -but perhaps that word should be abandoned for reasons that will appear at the end of this sentence-which governs a writing is thus enlarged and radicalized , no longer issues from a logos. Further, it inaugurates the destruction, not the demolition but the de-sedimentation, the de-construction, of all the significations that have their source in that of the logos . Particularly the signification of truth. All the metaphysical determinations of truth, and even the one beyond metaphysical onto-theology that Heidegger reminds us of, are more or less immediately inseparable from the instance of the logos, or of a reason thought within the lineage of the logos, in whatever sense it is understood: in the pre-Socratic or the philosophical sense, in the sense of God ' s infinite understanding or in the anthropological sense, in the pre-Hegelian or the post-Hegelian sense" (OfGrammatology, pp . 1 0- 1 1 ) .

And again: "This absolute logos was an infinite creative subjectivity in medieval theology: The intelligible face of the sign remains turned toward the word and the face of God" (OfGrammatology, p. 13). How then can reason and the logos be destroyed?


Heidegger had already given the example of attempt this by mystifying the concepts having to do with language: ''Thinking collects language into simple speaking . Language is therefore the language of being , just as the clouds are the clouds of the heavens . In speaking , thinking plows simple furrows into language . These furrows are even simpler than those plowed with slow steps by the farmer. " 'The death of civilization of the book' For Derrida, using a terminology that is borrowed from the linguist Ferdinand de Saussure , language is at first the realm of "sign" and "signified . " "The difference between sign and signifier belongs in a profound and implicit way to the totality of the great epoch covered by the history of metaphysics, and in a more explicit and more systematically articulated way to the narrower epoch of Christian creationism and infinitism when these appropriate the resources of Greek conceptuality. This appurtenance is essential and irreducible; one cannot retain . . . the scientific truth . . . without also bringing with it all its metaphysico-theological roots" (Of Grammatology, p. 13).

In other words, Platonic Christianity is the basis for modem science, and that is the enemy Derrida seeks to liquidate by destroying language. The scientific tradition "begins its era in the form of Platonism, it ends in infinitist metaphysics . " (Here Derrida is probably targeting Georg Cantor and the transfinite numbers.) Derrida is fully conscious that the exhaustion of language will bring with it nothing less than the "death of speech" and the "death of the civilization of the book" (Of Grammatology, p . 8).




Again following his Nazi guru Heidegger, Derrida focuses his destructive attention on the "metaphysics of presence" as this relates to language . The "presence" amounts to a solid grounding for certain knowledge, for the certitude that something exists . Derrida is at pains to point out that "presence" of this kind is required as a pre-condition for the conceptual apparatus of western philosophy from the time of the Greeks on down: "It could be shown that all names related to fundamentals, to principles, or to the center have always designated an invariable presence-eidos [action], arche [principle or first cause], telos [purpose], energeia, ousia (essence, existence, substance, subject), aletheia, [truth] transcendentality, consciousness, God, man, and so forth" ("Structure, Sign and Play in the Discourse of the Human Sciences," pp. 279-280). In language, "the metaphysics of presence" is equated with a "transcendental signified" or "ultimate referent," which would function as the ultimate guarantee of meaning.

We see that for Derrida, all western languages are "metaphysical," since their key words and concepts are permeated by Christian Platonism. They are also metaphysical, he thinks, because the only way to be sure of the meaning of "Send over a pizza," presupposes the Christian Platonic foundations of the whole civilization. Derrida therefore sets out to destroy Platonism by destroying language, while hoping to destroy the civilization along with both. 

Reason and speech Derrida asserts that the western languages are "logocentric," that they are based on reason in this way. Logos can mean reason, but also lawfulness or ordering principle, but also word, discourse, argument, and speech. "With this logos," says Derrida, "the original and essential link to the phone [sound] has never been broken." In other words, human reason and human speech are inextricably bound up together. The connection of speech and reason is the organizing principle of Plato's dialogues and of all the literature based on them, through St. Augustine to the Italian Renaissance. The theater of Marlowe, Shakespeare, and Schiller represents a continuation of this tradition in a slightly different form. We must also recall that the classical poetry of Homer, Dante, and Chaucer was meant to be spoken or sung aloud.

If "the scar on the paper," were to replace all this, colossal cultural damage would of course be the result. Western language is therefore not only logocentric, but also phonocentric: that is to say, western language recognizes the primacy of the spoken language over the written language.

"The system of language associated with phoneticalphabetic writing is that within which logocentric metaphysics, determining the sense of being as presence, has been produced" (OfGrammatology, p. 43).

Derrida obviously cannot deny that spoken language "came first." He also cannot escape the fact that while the spoken word (parole) is a sign, the written word (mot) is the sign of a sign. He tries to go back to a mythical form of writing in general that might have existed before Socrates and Plato came on the scene, calling this arche-ecriture , (arch-writing) but this is plainly nothing but a crude deus ex machina hauled in to substantiate a thesis that has nothing going for it.

In the Book of Genesis, Adam creates language under the direct tutelage of God by giving names to animals and other objects. But Derrida is hell-bent on reducing everything to writing and texts as the only sense data the individual gets from the world. Black marks on white paper In order to attack the logos and reason through the spoken word, Derrida sets against them his notion of writing: l' ecriture . Derrida explains that what he means by writing is "a text already! written, black on white" (Dissemination , p. 203). That means a text already written, black on white. Black marks on white paper, plus excruciating attention to spaces, numbers, margins, paragraphs, typefaces, colophons, copyright notices, plus patterns, groups, repetitions of all of the above and so on in endless fetishism. Since it is probably clear by now that Derrida, posing as the destroyer of western metaphysics, is only spinning out very bad metaphysics in the process, we can feel free to say that Derrida attempts to establish the ontological priority of writing over language and speech. Nothing in the way of proof is offered in favor of this absurd idea: The argument proceeds through a "we say" and ends by lamely hinting that the computer revolution will also help reduce all spoken words to black marks on the page:

"The entire field covered by the cybernetic program will be the field of writing" (Of Grammatology, p. 9).

This is Derrida's new pseudo-science called "grammatology," which studies the marks (grammata) on the paper. Each gramme or grapheme can be endlessly commented upon. The word comes from a nineteenth-century French dictionary by Littre and has been more recently used by 1.J. Gelb in the title of his book A Study of Writing: The Foundations of Grammatology.! For Derrida, the black marks on the white paper are the only reality, as he very radicallylasserts in Of Grammatology: "The axial proposition of this essay is that there is nothing I outside the text." Since the notion of the "text" has already been expanded to include all language, and since real events are reduced by Derrida to "discdurse" about those events, the deconstructors argue that this islnot as fanatical as it sounds. But the fact remains that for Derrida, the sense data we have are the texts. There is no other perception. Better yet, as he says, "I don't believe that anything like perception exists" I ("Structure, Sign and Play in tpe Discourse of the Human Sciences" in The Language of Criticism and the Sciences of I Man (Baltimore, 1970), pp. 27 ff., "Discussion").

Deconstructing Plato 
Derrida exalts writing over speech, but logocentric-phonocentric western thinking refuses to go along with him. Derrida directs his rage against Plato by "deconstructing" the dialogue Phaedrus . 

The result is the essay "Plato's Pharmacy" which appears in Dissemination . This is classical Derridean obfuscation, playing on the multiple meanings of the Greek word pharmakon, which can mean variously poison,remedy, magic potion, or medicine. 

But the fields of meaning are even more complicated: Socrates, at the beginning of the dialogue, recounts the story of the nymph Orithyia who was playing with the nymph Pharmakeia when Orithyia was blown over a cliff by Boreas, the north wind. 

Pharmakeia was herself associated with a healing fountain. 

Phaedrus has brought some written texts for Socrates to read, and these are compared to a drug (pharmakon) which has lured Socratesto 

Are these texts a healing drug or poison? 

Socrates narrates the fable of the Egyptian god Tlileuth, a Hermes-Mercury figure who had invented counting, geometry, astronomy, dice, and letters (grammata) for writing. Theuth wants to share all these arts with the people of Egypt, so he goes to Amon Ra (Thamus) and offers the l to him. Amon Ra rejects the letters, explaining that these will weaken memory and make available only the appearance and presumption of knowledge, but not true knowledge. Derrida explodes with rage against Socrates and Plato: ('One begins by repeating without knowing-through a myth-the definition of writing: repeating without knowing .. 1 .. Once the myth has dealt the first blows, the logos of socr􀀋es will crush the accused." (Dissemination. p. 84)


He the proceeds to an obsessive recounting of the Isis-Osiris story. Derrida also makes much of the fact that although Plato includes reference to Socrates as pharmakeus (poisoner, medicine man , sorcerer), he does not free-associate from pharmakon/pharmakeus to pharmakos, meaning scapegoat. The idea is that Socrates really became a scapegoat at his trial, while Plato is making a scapegoat of "writing ." The conclusion is that "the pharmakon is neither the cure nor the poison, neither good nor evil , neither the inside nor the outside , neither speech nor writing" (Positions, p. 59). Through a hidden pattern of ambiguities , the text, in addition to saying what Plato might have meant, also says what Plato cannot have meant. 

The dialogue thus deconstructed is hopelessly contradictory and impossible to interpret or construe. 

Saturday, 6 March 2021

Beauty







Anyone Who's Not Having Fun Here, Follow Me.


Anyone Who's Not Having Fun Here, 
Follow Me


The West Wing: Joey Lucas explains how numbers can lie to Josh


JOEY [KENNY] 
They're just preliminary numbers.

Josh sits down with a sigh and puts his feet on his desk.

JOSH 
They're not gonna change.

JOEY 
No.

JOSH 
Five day waiting period...

JOEY [KENNY] 
It tested well nationwide.

JOSH 
Yeah.

JOEY [KENNY] 
58%.

JOSH 
I didn't need nationwide. I needed those five districts. 
Now we're gonna have to dial down the gun rhetoric in the Midwest.

JOEY 
Why Not Dial it Up?

JOSH 
Because These Numbers just told us that...

JOEY [KENNY] 
You Don't Know What These Numbers Just Told You -- 
I'm an expert --
and I don't know What These Numbers Just Told You.

JOSH 
We know.

JOEY 
Really?

Kenny sits next to Joey.

JOSH 
Numbers Don't Lie.

JOEY [KENNY] 
They Lie All The Time. 

They Lie when 72% of Americans say 
They're Tired of a Sex Scandal
while all the while, 
Newspaper Circulation goes through the roof 
for anyone featuring the story. 

If you polled a hundred Donnas and asked them if they think we should go out, you'd get a high positive response. 

But, The Poll wouldn't tell you 
it's because she likes you. 

And she's knows it's beginning to show and she needs to cover herself with misdirection.

Josh stares blankly at Joey.

JOSH 
Believe me when I tell you 
That's Not True.

JOEY [KENNY] 
You say that these numbers mean dial it down. 
I say they mean dial it up. 
You haven't gotten through. 
There are people you haven't persuaded yet. 
These numbers mean dial it up. 

Otherwise you're like the French radical watching the crowd run by and saying 
"There go My People --
I must find out where they are going so I can Lead Them."

Josh sits quietly with a thoughtful look on his face.

JOSH [distracted] 
Yeah.

JOEY [KENNY] 
We'll go through the rest of the numbers in the morning.

Josh looks at her with a confused smile.

JOSH [to Kenny] 
Ok.

Joey smiles and they leae. Josh sits with a bemused expression.




Cut to Family Home. The camera shows a small rectangular pool of what looks like black tar, and pans up from it to Ken and Lily walking into the room. Ken: We come to this station to wash away the past. Go ahead, kneel. He indicates the edge of the pool, and Lily kneels down. Ken squats next to her. Ken: We let the water run over the sin and the pain and the uncertainty. Lily: 
It looks kinda . . . dirty. 

Ken: (smiles)
Yeah. 

Cut to the front door of Family Home. 
A man comes up to the door where another man is already listening to Buffy talk. 

Buffy: 
You know, I just . . . I woke up, and I looked in the mirror, and I thought, "hey, what's with all the sin? I need to change. I'm . . . I'm dirty. I'm, I'm bad with the . . . s*x and the envy and that, that loud music us kids listen to nowadays. W--" (sees that the guy isn't buying it) Oh, I just suck at undercover. Where's Ken? The man tries to slam the door closed, but she kicks it open and it slams into his face instead. She marches in. Cut to Ken and Lily. She reaches down to the black water in the pool. For a moment she hesitates, but then puts her hand in. The liquid is thick and pitch-black, and her hand disappears in it. Buffy swings open the door, banging it loudly into the wall. Ken looks at her and stands up. Ken: This is a private moment. If you could just-- Buffy: How do you make 'em old, Ken? Do you feed on youth? What's the deal? Ken: Do you really wanna know? Lily: (looks back) What's going on? Buffy is surprised to see Lily there. Suddenly something grabs Lily. She screams as she is pulled into the pool and disappears into the black slime. Buffy runs to help, but Ken grabs her and chokes her with his arm around her neck. Buffy grabs his arm and tries to snap her body back to make him release her, but instead they just both fall into the pool as well. Cut to a dimly lit passageway. Buffy and Ken fall out of a black pool in the ceiling. Buffy briefly looks up at the pool, then looks around to see where she is. She sees Lily leaning against the wall holding her head. Buffy: Lily. She rolls over onto her hands and knees and quickly crawls over to Lily. Ken is faring worse, apparently hurt in the fall. Lily: (in pain) Oh . . . Buffy looks up at the pool in the ceiling. The waves from her fall through it are beginning to dissipate. Ken: Oh, my face! Buffy looks over at Ken. Ken: Ow! My face! He turns toward them and begins to pull his face and his hair off. Ken: Do you have any idea how hard it is to glue that thing on?! Beneath his mask Ken's face is red and his head is bald. There appear to be pieces of skin missing from his forehead, revealing the even redder flesh beneath. Lily begins to panic. Buffy starts to get to her feet and tries to pull Lily up with her. Ken stands up. Ken: (yells) Guards! Buffy takes Lily's hand and begins to run, pulling her along. Two guards show up. Their faces are even more mangled and raw-looking than Ken's. One of the guards hands Ken a club. They begin to pursue the girls. Buffy and Lily run through a maze of halls and come out on a ledge that overlooks what looks like a large iron works. There are huge vats of molten metal, sparks are flying through the air from one side, and it is hot and smoky. Buffy looks closer, and in the shadows sees people being used as slave labor, kept in line by more guards with whips. The camera pans through the place showing zombie-like humans pounding the metal on anvils, pushing wheelbarrows from place to place and swinging sledgehammers. Some of them cough hard as they work. The guards watch and crack their whips every so often. Ken comes up behind Lily as she takes in the scene. Ken: Welcome to my world. I hope you like it. Buffy and Lily look back at him. He hits Buffy hard in the face with his club, knocking her out. Ken: (to Lily) You're never leaving. He smiles and licks his lips.


Cut to Ken's world. Buffy is lying on the floor in a cell. Lily is sitting on the floor behind her leaning against a pillar. Buffy regains consciousness, rolls onto her side and feels her head where Ken hit her. No blood, but she is still a bit dazed. Buffy: Oh. Unh . . . (slowly sits up) Lily? Lily: I always knew I would come here . . . sooner or later. I knew I belonged here. Buffy: (looks around) Where? Lily: Hell. Buffy: (turns her head toward Lily) This isn't Hell. Ken: (appears at the bars) Isn't it? Buffy spins her head around to look at Ken, but quickly regrets moving it so fast. Buffy: (in pain) Unh . . . (rubs her forehead) Ken: What is Hell but the total absence of hope? The substance, the tactile proof of despair. You're right, Lily. This is where you've been heading all your life. Just like Rickie. Lily: Rickie? Ken: He forgot you. Well, it took him a long time. He remembered your name years after he'd forgotten his own. But, in the end-- Lily: Years? But-- Ken: Oh. Uh, interesting thing: time moves more quickly here than in your reality. A hundred long years will pass here. On Earth, it's just a day. Buffy: So you just work us till we're too old and spit us back out. Ken: That's the plan. See, Lily, you'll die of old age before anyone wonders where you went. Not that anyone will, that's why we chose you. Buffy: You didn't choose me. 

Ken: 
No. But . . . I know you . . . *Anne*. 
So afraid. So pathetically determined to run away from whatever it is you used to be. 
(Buffy looks away) 
To Disappear. Congratulations. 
(Buffy looks at him again) 
You got Your Wish. 

Cut to a personnel elevator. The huge steel door splits open, the upper half rising, the lower half sinking. A group of young slaves including Buffy and Lily is herded out. Buffy trips and falls to the floor. The other slaves stop walking. 

A guard starts to explain things to the new recruits as Buffy slowly gets back to her feet. 

Guard: 
You Work, and You Live. 
That is all. 

The guard has even less skin on his head than Ken. He's wearing a hood that looks like it's made of human skin sewn together. 

His chin and cheeks are exposed flesh and muscle, and he has no lips covering his teeth. Buffy is standing again, holding her head in pain. 

Guard: 
You Do Not Complain or Laugh or Do Anything besides Work. 
Whatever You Thought, 
Whatever You Were, Does Not Matter. 

You are No-one, now. 
You Mean Nothing. 

The guard walks to one end of the group and faces the boy standing there. 
Behind them the elevator doors close with a slam. 

Guard: 
Who are you? 

Aaron: (afraid) 
Aaron. 

The guard whales hard on him with his club, and the boy grunts in pain and falls to the floor unconscious. 

Buffy immediately sobers, and stares intensely ahead. 
The guard advances to Lily. 

Guard: 
Who are you? 

Lily: (whimpers) 
No-one. 

The guard continues to the next person. 

Guard: 
Who are you? 

Boy#2: (fearfully) 
No-one. 

The guard reaches Buffy. 

Guard: 
Who are you? 


She looks up at him for a moment, 
and then smiles : --

Buffy: 
(friendly) 
I'm Buffy -- The Vampire Slayer. 
And you are? 

The guard is incensed at her insubordination, and roars as he wields back his club to strike her. He swings at Buffy, but she sidesteps him and grabs his arm as he bends over from his follow-through. 
Buffy slams her other forearm down on the guard's, breaking it. 
He falls to the floor in pain. She picks up his club and swings it at another guard, striking him in the head. She swings again the opposite way at a third guard, hitting him in the gut. 
They both fall unconscious. 

Buffy looks over at the group of would-be slaves. 


Buffy:
Anyone Who's NOT Having Fun Here, Follow Me. 

She starts to run, and the group follows her.


Alien³ - The Story of America

Alien³ - What Happened On The Sulaco [HD]



Buffy: 

These things happen all the time

You can't just . . . close your eyes and hope that they're gonna go away. 


Lily: 

Is it 'cause of you


Buffy: 

(confused

What? 


Lily: 

You know about . . . monsters and stuff. 

You could have brought this with you




Ripley : 

Was there an ALIEN on board..?!


BISHOP : 

•YES•


Ripley : 

....is it on The Sulacco..? 

Or did it come with Us on the EEV?


BISHOP : 

It was with Us, 

All The Way.

Friday, 5 March 2021

The Forum for Action -- Not a Place of Things

The Arrest of Victor Laszlo | Casablanca | HBO Max

Rick:
Don't you sometimes wonder if it's worth all this? 
I mean what you're fighting for.

Victor Laszlo:
You might as well question Why We Breathe. 

If we stop breathing, we die.
 
If we stop fighting our enemies, The World will die.

Rick:
Well, what of it? 
It'll be out of its misery.

Victor Laszlo:
You know how you sound, Mr. Blaine? 
Like a man who's trying to convince himself of something he doesn't believe in his heart.

Thursday, 4 March 2021

LAND

The Great Reset: Is Bill Gates TOO Powerful?

LEX LUTHOR,
Greatest Criminal Mastermind of Our Age :
At last, it's Official --
 
Thanks to The Generous Help of The United States Government, we will pull off 
The Greatest Real-Estate Swindle of all Time

Miss Teschmacher :
Lex, what is this obsession with Real Estate? 
All the time, "land, land, land." 

LEX LUTHOR,
Greatest Criminal Mastermind of Our Age :
Miss Teschmacher, when I was 6 years old, 
My Father said to me --

Miss Teschmacher :
"Get Out."  ?


Before That. He said, 
"Son, Stocks may Rise and Fall.
Utilities and Transportation Systems may collapse. 

People are No Damn Good

But They will always need Land... 
and They'll pay through The Nose to get it.

Remember," My Father said... 

“Land.”

Right. 

It's a pity that he didn't see from such humble beginnings how I've created This Empire. 

An Empire? This? 

Miss Teschmacher, how many girls do you know who have a Park Avenue address like this one? 

Park Avenue address? 
Two hundred feet below. 

Do you realise what people are shelling out up there for a few miserable rooms off a common elevator? 
What more could anyone ask? 

Sunshine? A night on the town instead of under it?

Otis?

Yes? 

Did you feed the babies? 

Not... Not today, Mr Luthor. 

Otis, feed the babies.

Mr Luthor, please.

Otis. Relax. 

Your babies weren't hungry, Mr Luthor. 

Lex, you're sick. 
You are really sick. 
You would take a diaper pin to cut a baby's throat. 
You'd fix the brakes on your own grandmother's wheelchair. 
I don't know, just explain one thing to me, Lex. 

Why do I love you so much? 

Because life with me is never dull. 

No, it's never dull, Lex... 
because you are the pits. 
You're really the pits. 

If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will pass before you and I may meet.

 

FRANKENSTEIN;

OR, THE

MODERN PROMETHEUS.


To Mrs. Saville, England.


St. Petersburgh, Dec. 11th, 17—.


You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday; and my first task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare, and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking.


I am already far north of London; and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves, and fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my day dreams become more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is for ever visible; its broad disk just skirting the horizon, and diffusing a perpetual splendour. There—for with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust in preceding navigators—there snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions and features may be without example, as the phænomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in those undiscovered solitudes. What may not be expected in a country of eternal light? I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle; and may regulate a thousand celestial observations, that require only this voyage to render their seeming eccentricities consistent for ever. I shall satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man. These are my enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death, and to induce me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of discovery up his native river. But, supposing all these conjectures to be false, you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all mankind to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to those countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite; or by ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be effected by an undertaking such as mine.


These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven; for nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose,—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. This expedition has been the favourite dream of my early years. I have read with ardour the accounts of the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the pole. You may remember, that a history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery composed the whole of our good uncle Thomas’s library. My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were my study day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which I had felt, as a child, on learning that my father’s dying injunction had forbidden my uncle to allow me to embark in a sea-faring life.


These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets whose effusions entranced my soul, and lifted it to heaven. I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated. You are well acquainted with my failure, and how heavily I bore the disappointment. But just at that time I inherited the fortune of my cousin, and my thoughts were turned into the channel of their earlier bent.


Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking. I can, even now, remember the hour from which I dedicated myself to this great enterprise. I commenced by inuring my body to hardship. I accompanied the whale-fishers on several expeditions to the North Sea; I voluntarily endured cold, famine, thirst, and want of sleep; I often worked harder than the common sailors during the day, and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics, the theory of medicine, and those branches of physical science from which a naval adventurer might derive the greatest practical advantage. Twice I actually hired myself as an under-mate in a Greenland whaler, and acquitted myself to admiration. I must own I felt a little proud, when my captain offered me the second dignity in the vessel, and entreated me to remain with the greatest earnestness; so valuable did he consider my services.


And now, dear Margaret, do I not deserve to accomplish some Great Purpose. 

[ note : -- NOT a Question. ]


My Life might have been passed in Ease and Luxury; but I preferred Glory to every enticement that Wealth placed in my path. 


Oh, that some encouraging voice would answer in the affirmative! 

[ He's Talking to Himself -- That much is certain. Does he even have a (Living) Sister named Margaret back in England...? It is a moot point, seeing as how he never gets back there. or to anywhere where there may be some means or opportunity for him to actually post  any of his letters, here chronicled after he departs port in Arkangel, bound for The Pole but given that even a completely successful  voyage of exploration in these polar regions, where no dry land is to be found and navigation, even celestial navigation applyed in conjunction with Dead Reckoning in the vast, frozen, EMPTY White Void could easily be lost for easily anywhere between 3-5 Years, and with cholera, smallpox, no indoor plumbing back home in England, PLUS, the  very real and highly likely risk of a Young Newlywed Woman either dying in childbirth, or from subsequent complications, opportunistic infections and The Like -- attitudinally, even if there is a real, living Margaret left being by young Master Walton, having gone To Sea, he may as well be addressing his wad of unsent letters to his long-dead stillborn infant Twin Sister.  Or, Tyler Durden. It's all The Same to him, either way -- one does not expect God to respond in person to field Your Questions and convene an impromptu Press Conference to explain Herself and His Plan to you during prayer, just because you want to talk to Someone in Charge, wish to speak with Your Supervisor and demand to See The Manager -- The Obligation, as we all know (I Would Hope),  runs The Other Way. ] 


My Courage and My Resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed. I am about to proceed on a long and difficult voyage; the emergencies of which will demand all my fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of others, but sometimes to sustain my own, when their’s are failing.


This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia. They fly quickly over the snow in their sledges; the motion is pleasant, and, in my opinion, far more agreeable than that of an English stage-coach. The cold is not excessive, if you are wrapt in furs, a dress which I have already adopted; for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated motionless for hours, when no exercise prevents the blood from actually freezing in your veins. 

I have no ambition to lose my life on the post-road between St. Petersburgh and Archangel.

I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three weeks; and my intention is to hire a ship there, which can easily be done by paying the insurance for the owner, and to engage as many sailors as I think necessary among those who are accustomed to the whale-fishing. I do not intend to sail until the month of June: and when shall I return? Ah, dear sister, how can I answer this question? If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will pass before you and I may meet. If I fail, you will see me again soon, or never.

Farewell, my dear, excellent, Margaret. Heaven shower down blessings on you, and save me, that I may again and again testify my gratitude for all your love and kindness.


Your affectionate brother,


R. Walton.

Each person carries in himself his own Destiny.



Arthur : 
Merlin, what have I done?!

Merlin :
You have •broken• — 
What could not •be• broken..!!

Arthur : 
Hope is Broken. 

My Pride broke it. 
My Rage broke it. 

This Excellent Knight — 
who fought with Fairness and Grace 
was •meant• to win. 

I used Excalibur to 
CHANGE That Verdict. 

I have lost, for all time 
The Ancient Sword of My Fathers...

Whose Power was meant to unite ALL Men, 
not to serve The Vanity of A Single Man. 


I am — NOTHING





"There is, of course, a scientific reason for all forms of divination practised without hope or promise of reward. 

Each person carries in himself His Own Destiny. Events do not happen to people by chance, but are invariably the result of some past cause. For instance, in the last years a man becomes a soldier who had never intended to pursue a military career. 

This does not happen to him by chance, but because of the prior occurrence of la European war in which his country was engaged. 

The outbreak of war is similarly the result of other causes, none of which happened by chance, but were founded by still remoter occurrences. 

It is the same with The Future

That which a person does today as a result of something that happened in the past, will in its turn prove the cause of something that will happen at some future date. 

The mere act of doing something today sets in motion forces that in process of time will inevitably bring about some entirely unforeseen event.





This event is not decreed by Fate or Providence, but by the person who by the committal of some act unconsciously compels the occurrence of some future event which he does not foresee. 

In other words, a man decrees his own destiny and shapes his own ends by his actions, whether Providence rough-hew them or not. 




Now this being so, it follows that he carries His Destiny with him, and the more powerful his mind and intellect the more clearly is this seen to be the case. 

Therefore it is possible for a person's mind, formed as the result of past events over which he had no control, to foresee by an effort what will occur in the future as the result of acts deliberately done. 

Since it is given to but few, and that not often of intention, to see actually what is about to happen in a vision or by means of what is called the 'second sight,' some machinery must be provided in the form of symbols from which an interpretation of the future can be made. 

It matters little what the method or nature of the symbols chosen is — dice or dominoes, cards or tea-leaves. 

What matters is that the person shaking the dice, shuffling the dominoes, cutting the cards or turning the tea-cup, is by these very acts transferring from his mind where they lie hidden even from himself the shadows of coming events which by his own actions in the past he has already predetermined shall occur in the future. 

It only remains for someone to read and interpret these symbols correctly in order to ascertain something of what is likely to happen; and it is here that singleness of purpose and freedom from ulterior motives are necessary in order to avoid error and to form a true and clear judgment.


This is the Serious and Scientific Explanation of the little-understood and less-comprehended action of various forms of Divination having for their object the throwing of a little light upon the occult. 

Of all these forms perhaps Divination by Tea-Leaves is the simplest, truest, and most easily learned. 

Even if the student is disinclined to attach much importance to what he sees in the cup, the reading of the tea-leaves forms a sufficiently innocent and amusing recreation for the breakfast- or tea-table; and the man who finds a lucky sign such as an anchor or a tree in his cup, or the maiden who discovers a pair of heart-shaped groups of leaves in conjunction with a ring, will be suffering no harm in thus deriving encouragement for the future, even should they attach no importance to their occurrence, but merely treat them as an occasion for harmless mirth and badinage.


******



The ritual to be observed is very simple. 

The tea-drinker should drink the contents of his or her cup so as to leave only about half a teaspoonful of the beverage remaining. 

He should next take the cup by the handle in his left hand, rim upwards, and turn it three times from left to right in one fairly rapid swinging movement. 

He should then very slowly and carefully invert it over the saucer and leave it there for a minute, so as to permit of all moisture draining away.

If he approaches The Oracle at all seriously he should during the whole of these proceedings concentrate his mind upon his future Destiny, and 'will' that the symbols forming under the guidance of his hand and arm (which in their turn are, of course, directed by his brain) shall correctly represent What is Destined to Happen to Him in The Future.

If, however, he or she is not in such deadly earnest, but merely indulging in a harmless pastime, such an effort of concentration need not be made. 

The 'willing' is, of course, akin to 'wishing' when cutting the cards in another time-honoured form of fortune-telling.

The cup to be read should be held in the hand and turned about in order to read the symbols without disturbing them, which will not happen if the moisture has been properly drained away. 

The handle of the cup represents the consultant and is akin to the 'house' in divination by the cards. 

By this fixed point judgment is made as to events approaching the 'house' of the consultant, journeys away from home, messages or visitors to be expected, relative distance, and so forth. 

The advantage of employing a cup instead of a saucer is here apparent.

'The bottom of the cup represents the remoter future foretold; the side events not so far distant; and matters symbolised near the rim those that may be expected to occur quickly. 

The nearer the symbols approach the handle in all three cases the nearer to fulfilment will be the events prognosticated.

If this simple ritual has been correctly carried out the tea-leaves, whether many or few, will be found distributed about the bottom and sides of the cup. 

The fortune may be equally well told whether there are many leaves or few; but of course there must be some, and therefore the tea should not have been made in a pot provided with one of the patent arrangements that stop the leaves from issuing from the spout when the beverage is poured into the cups. 

There is nothing to beat one of the plain old-fashioned earthenware teapots, whether for the purpose of preparing a palatable beverage or for that of providing the means of telling a fortune.”

What Would The Emissary of The Prophets Do?


A : Get Measured for a New Suit.


Garak Warn Dukat About The Klingon Fleet





[Ops]

DAX: 
Captain, I think you'd better take a look at this. 

(Klingon ships are cloaking and leaving.) 

SISKO: 
Report. 

DAX: 
As soon as General Martok beamed back to his ship, 
he sent a message to the Klingon fleet. 

It was just one word :
In'Cha. 

WORF: 
Begin

O'BRIEN: 
I'm picking up a huge distortion wave in subspace. 
The Klingon ships are going to warp. 

KIRA: 
Can you plot their course? 

O'BRIEN: 
Judging from the vector of the subspace disturbance I'd say their heading is two six nine mark zero three two. 

SISKO: 
Straight to the Cardassian Empire.

[Wardroom]
SISKO: 
The Federation Council has been trying to contact Gowron. 

So far, they've had no response. 

So until they've had a chance to speak with him, 
we've been ordered not to get involved. 

KIRA: 
The Bajoran Government has agreed to abide by the decisions of the Federation Council. 

BASHIR: 
So that means we're not going to 
warn The Cardassians? 

DAX: 
The Klingons are still our allies. 
If we warn the Cardassians, we'd be betraying them. 

O'BRIEN
Besides, what if The Klingons are right?
 
What if The Dominion has taken over The Cardassian Government? 

ODO
If My People wanted to seize control of Cardassia, 
that is how they would do it. 

KIRA
The coup could have happened just as easily without The Founders. 

The Cardassian dissident movement has been gathering strength for years. 

With The Obsidian Order out of the way, they might have finally succeeded. 

WORF
The Issue is not if there are any Founders on Cardassia. 

There are many Klingons who say 
We have been at Peace too long, 
that The Empire must Expand,
In Order to Survive

Fear of The Dominion has given 
My People an excuse to Do 
What They were Born to Do

To Fight and To Conquer

SISKO
If they're so Eager to Fight
who's to say They'll stop 
with The Cardassians. 

KIRA
Their next target could be anyone
Even The Federation. 

DAX
If I were you, I'd be 
more worried about Bajor —

Think about it :
What Good would it Do for 
The Klingons to defeat Cardassia, 
if They don't control The Wormhole? 

WORF
Agreed. If My People return to The Old Ways, 
no one will be safe. 

SISKO: 
Then We'll Have to Make Sure 
That Doesn't Happen. 

O'BRIEN
But How? 

The way I see it, we only have got 
Two Choices : 

Both of Them BAD

If We Stand By and Do Nothing, 
we run the risk of being the Klingons' next target. 

But if We Disobey Starfleet Orders and 
Warn The Cardassians
we may end up 
Starting A War with The Klingons. 

The SISKO : 
Which means --

We Need a THIRD Option.

Three Rabbis : Marshak The Wise





My Son, Herschel, was first in his yeshiva class --
He was voted 
'Most Likely to Hear God.'! 

Go on, Hyman, you're exaggeratin' again!

A Rabbi Never Exaggerates

A Rabbi Composes, He Creates Thoughts... 
He Tells Stories That May Never Have Happened... 

But He Does Not Exaggerate!


Three Rabbis : The Rabbi Nachtner







Rabbi Nachtner: 
You know Lee Sussman.

Larry Gopnik: 
Doctor Sussman? I think I - yeah.

Rabbi Nachtner: 
Did he ever tell you about the goy's teeth?

Larry Gopnik: 
No... I- What goy?

Rabbi Nachtner: 
So... Lee is at work one day; you know he has the orthodontic practice there at Great Bear. 
He's making a plaster mold - it's for corrective bridge work - in the mouth of one of his patients, Russell Kraus. 
The mold dries and Lee is examining it one day before fabricating an appliance. 
He notices something unusual. 
There appears to be something engraved on the inside of the patient's lower incisors. 

He vav shin yud ayin nun yud

"Hwshy 'ny". 

"Help me, save me". 

This in a goy's mouth, Larry. 
He calls the goy back on the pretense of needing additional measurements for the appliance. 
"How are you? Noticed any other problems with your teeth?" 
No. There it is. 

"Hwshy 'ny".

 "Help me". 

Son of a gun. 
Sussman goes home. 
Can Sussman eat? 
Sussman can't eat. 
Can Sussman sleep? 
Sussman can't sleep. 
Sussman looks at the molds of his other patients, goy and Jew alike, seeking other messages. 
He finds none. 
He looks in his own mouth. 
Nothing. 
He looks in his wife's mouth. 
Nothing. 

But Sussman is an educated man. 
Not the world's greatest sage, maybe, no Rabbi Marshak, but he knows a thing or two from the Zohar and the Caballah.

He knows that every Hebrew letter has its numeric equivalent. 

8-4-5-4-4-7-3. 

Seven digits... a phone number, maybe? 

"Hello? Do you know a goy named Kraus, Russell Kraus?"
 Who?
 "Where have I called? The Red Owl in Bloomington. Thanks so much." 

He goes. It's a Red Owl. Groceries; what have you. 
Sussman goes home. 
What does it mean? 
He has to find out if he is ever to sleep again. 
He goes to see... the Rabbi Nachtner. 
He comes in, he sits right where you're sitting right now. 

"What does it mean, Rabbi? Is it a sign from Hashem, 'Help me'? I, Sussman, should be doing something to help this goy? Doing what? The teeth don't say. Or maybe I'm supposed to help people generally, lead a more righteous life? Is the answer in Caballah? In Torah? Or is there even a question? Tell me, Rabbi, what can such a sign mean?"

[pause as the Rabbi drinks his tea]

Larry Gopnik: 
So what did you tell him?

Rabbi Nachtner: 
Sussman?

Larry Gopnik: 
Yes!

Rabbi Nachtner: 
Is it... relevant?

Larry Gopnik: 
Well, isn't that why you're telling me?

Rabbi Nachtner: 
Okay. Nachtner says, look : 
The teeth, we don't know. 
A sign from Hashem? Don't know. 
Helping others... couldn't hurt.

Larry Gopnik: 
No! No, but... who put it there? 
Was it for him, Sussman, or for whoever found it, or for just, for, for...

Rabbi Nachtner: 
We can't know everything.

Larry Gopnik: 
It sounds like you don't know anything! Why even tell me the story?

Rabbi Nachtner: 
[chuckling] First I should tell you, then I shouldn't.

Larry Gopnik: 
What happened to Sussman?

Rabbi Nachtner: 
What would happen? Not much. 
He went back to work. 
For a while he checked every patient's teeth for new messages. He didn't find any. 
In time, he found he'd stopped checking. He returned to life. 
These questions that are bothering you, Larry - maybe they're like a toothache. 
We feel them for a while, then they go away.

Larry Gopnik: 
I don't want it to just go away! 
I want an answer!

Rabbi Nachtner: 
Sure! We all want the answer! 
But Hashem doesn't owe us the answer, Larry. Hashem doesn't owe us anything. 
The obligation runs the other way.

Larry Gopnik: 
Why does he make us feel the questions if he's not gonna give us any answers?

Rabbi Nachtner: 
He hasn't told me.

[Larry puts his face in his hands in despair]

Larry Gopnik: 
And... what happened to the goy?

Rabbi Nachtner: 
The goy...? 
Who cares?



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