Tuesday, 12 October 2021

Evil



evil (adj.)
Old English yfel (Kentish evel) "bad, vicious, ill, wicked," from Proto-Germanic *ubilaz (source also of Old Saxon ubil, Old Frisian and Middle Dutch evel, Dutch euvel, Old High German ubil, German übel, Gothic ubils), from PIE *upelo-, from root *wap- "bad, evil" (source also of Hittite huwapp- "evil").


In Old English and other older Germanic languages other than Scandinavian, "this word is the most comprehensive adjectival expression of disapproval, dislike or disparagement" [OED]. 

Evil was the word the Anglo-Saxons used where we would use bad, cruel, unskillful, defective (adj.), or harm (n.), crime, misfortune, disease (n.). In Middle English, Bad took the wider range of senses and Evil began to focus on moral Badness

Both words have good as their opposite. 

Evil-favored (1520s) meant "ugly." 

Evilchild is attested as an English surname from 13c.

The adverb is Old English yfele, originally of words or speech. Also as a noun in Old English, "what is bad; sin, wickedness; anything that causes injury, morally or physically." Especially of a malady or disease from c. 1200. 

The meaning "extreme moral wickedness" was one of the senses of the Old English noun, but it did not become established as the main sense of the modern word until 18c.
As a noun, Middle English also had evilty

Related: Evilly. Evil eye (Latin oculus malus) was Old English eage yfel. The jocular notion of An Evil Twin as an excuse for regrettable deeds is by 1986, American English, from an old motif in mythology.

evil (n.)
"anything that causes injury, anything that harms or is likely to harm; a malady or disease; conduct contrary to standards of morals or righteousness,Old English yfel (see evil (adj.)).

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LECTER :

Oh, Clarice, 

Your Problem is that 

you need to get 

more Fun out of Life.


Clarice :

You were Telling me The Truth 

back in Baltimore, sir.

Please continue now.

I've read the case files. 


LECTER :

Have you?

Everything You Need to find him 

is right there in those pages.


Clarice :

Then Tell Me How.


LECTER :

First Principles, Clarice.

Simplicity.


Read Marcus Aurelius :

"Of each Particular Thing, ask, 

'What is it in Itself?'


‘What is its Nature?’


What Does He Do

This “Man” you seek?


Clarice :

He Kills Women.


LECTER :

NO, That is Incidental.


What is The First 

and Principal 

Thing He Does?


What NEEDS

Does He Serve 

by Killing?


Clarice :

Anger.

Um. . . Social Acceptance 

and, um, Sexual Frustration, sir.


LECTER :

No. He COVETS.


That is His Nature.


And how do We 

Begin to Covet,

 Clarice?


Do We seek out 

Things to Covet?


Make an Effort to Answer Now.


Clarice :

No. We just.... No. 


LECTER :

We begin by coveting 

What We See Every Day.

Don't you feel eyes moving over Your Body, Clarice?


And don't YOUR eyes seek out 

The Things You Want?


Clarice :

All right, yes. 

Now please tell me how.


LECTER :

NO.


It is Your Turn 

to Tell Me, Clarice.

You don't have 

any more vacations to sell.


Why did you leave that ranch?


Clarice :

Doctor, we don't have any more time for any of this now.


LECTER :

But we don't RECKON time The Same Way, 

do we, Clarice?


This is all the time you'll ever have.


Clarice :

Later. Now, please, Listen to Me.

We've only got five -


LECTER :

NO! I Will Listen NOW.



  EVIL AND GOD

 DR JOAD'S ARTICLE ON `GOD AND EVIL' LAST WEEK' SUGgests the interesting conclusion that since neither `mechanism' nor `emergent evolution' will hold water, we must choose in the long run between some Monotheistic Philosophy, like the Christian, and some such Dualism as that of the Zoroastrians. 


I agree with Dr Joad in rejecting mechanism and emergent evolution. Mechanism, like all materialist systems, breaks down at the problem of knowledge. If thought is the undesigned and irrelevant product of cerebral motions, what reason have we to trust it? As for emergent evolution, if anyone insists on using the word God to mean `whatever the universe happens to be going to do next', of course we cannot prevent him. But nobody would in fact so use it unless he had a secret belief that what is coming next will be an improvement. Such a belief, besides being unwarranted, presents peculiar difficulties to an emergent evolutionist. If things can improve, this means that there must be some absolute standard of good above and outside the cosmic process to which that process can approximate. There is no sense in talking of `becoming better' if better means simply `what we are becoming' - it is like congratulating yourself on reaching your destination and defining destination as `the place you have reached'. Mellontolatry, or the worship of the future, is a fuddled religion.We are left then to choose between monotheism and dualism - between a single, good, almighty source of being, and two equal, uncreated, antagonistic Powers, one good and the other bad. Dr Joad suggests that the latter view stands to gain from the `new urgency' of the fact of evil. But what new urgency? Evil may seem more urgent to us than it did to the Victorian philosophers - favoured members of the happiest class in the happiest country in the world at the world's happiest period. But it is no more urgent for us than for the great majority of monotheists all down the ages. The classic expositions of the doctrine that the world's miseries are compatible with its creation and guidance by a wholly good Being come from Boethius waiting in prison to be beaten to death and from St Augustine meditating on the sack of Rome. The present state of the world is normal; it was the last century that was the abnormality.This drives us to ask why so many generations rejected Dualism. Not, assuredly, because they were unfamiliar with suffering; and not because its obvious prima facie plausibility escaped them. It is more likely that they 'saw its two fatal difficulties, the one metaphysical, and the other moral.The metaphysical difficulty is this. The two Powers, the good and the evil, do not explain each other. Neither Ormuzd nor Ahriman can claim to be the Ultimate. More ultimate than either of them is the inexplicable fact of their being there together. Neither of them chose this tete-a-tete. Each of them, therefore, is conditioned - finds himself willy-nilly in a situation; and either that situation itself, or some unknown force which produced that situation, is the real Ultimate. Dualism has not yet reached the ground of being. You cannot accept two conditioned and mutually independent beings as the selfgrounded, self-comprehending Absolute. On the level of picture-thinking this difficulty is symbolised by our inability to think of Ormuzd and Ahriman without smuggling in the idea of a common space in which they can be together and thus confessing that we are not yet dealing with the source of the universe but only with two members contained in it. Dualism is a truncated metaphysic.The moral difficulty is that Dualism gives evil a positive, substantive, self-consistent nature, like that of good. If this were true, if Ahriman existed in his own right no less than Ormuzd, what could we mean by calling Ormuzd good except that we happened to prefer him. In what sense can the one party be said to be right and the other wrong? If evil has the same kind of reality as good, the same autonomy and completeness, our allegiance to good becomes the arbitrarily chosen loyalty of a partisan. A sound theory of value demands something different. It demands that good should be original and evil a mere perversion; that good should be the tree and evil the ivy; that good should be able to see all round evil (as when sane men understand lunacy) while evil cannot retaliate in kind; that good should be able to exist on its own while evil requires the good on which it is parasitic in order to continue its parasitic existence.The consequences of neglecting this are serious. It means believing that bad men like badness as such, in the same way in which good men like goodness. At first this denial of any common nature between us and our enemies seems gratifying. We call them fiends and feel that we need not forgive them. But, in reality, along with the power to forgive, we have lost the power to condemn. If a taste for cruelty and a taste for kindness were equally ultimate and basic, by what common standard could the one reprove the other? In reality, cruelty does not come from desiring evil as such, but from perverted sexuality, inordinate resentment, or lawless ambition and avarice. That is precisely why it can be judged and condemned from the standpoint of innocent sexuality, righteous anger, and ordinate acquisitiveness. The master can correct a boy's sums because they are blunders in arithmetic - in the same arithmetic which he does and does better. If they were not even attempts at arithmetic - if they were not in the arithmetical world at all - they could not be arithmetical mistakes.Good and evil, then, are not on all fours. Badness is not even bad in the same way in which goodness is good. Ormuzd and Ahriman cannot be equals. In the long run, Ormuzd must be original and Ahriman derivative. The first hazy idea of devil must, if we begin to think, be analysed into the more precise ideas of `fallen' and `rebel' angel. But only in the long run. Christianity can go much further with the Dualist than Dr Joad's article seems to suggest. There was never any question of tracing all evil to man; in fact, the New Testament has a good deal more to say about dark superhuman powers than about the fall of Adam. As far as this world is concerned, a Christian can share most of the Zoroastrian outlook; we all live between the `fell, incensed points'2 of Michael and Satan. The difference between the Christian and the Dualist is that the Christian thinks one stage further and sees that if Michael is really in the right and Satan really in the wrong this must mean that they stand in two different relations to somebody or something far further back, to the ultimate ground of reality itself. All this, of course, has been watered down in modern times by the theologians who are afraid of `mythology', but those who are prepared to reinstate Ormuzd and Ahriman are presumably not squeamish on that score.Dualism can be a manly creed. In the Norse form ('The giants will beat the gods in the end, but I am on the side of the gods') it is nobler by many degrees than most philosophies of the moment. But it is only a half-way house. Thinking along these lines you can avoid Monotheism, and remain a Dualist, only by refusing to follow your thoughts home. To revive Dualism would be a real step backwards and a bad omen (though not the worst possible) for civilization.



Monday, 11 October 2021

The Empty Chair



Capt. James T. KIRK
You know, maybe this is less about an empty house than 
That Empty Chair 
on The Bridge of The Enterprise. 

Ever since I left Starfleet I haven't made a difference. ...

Captain of The Enterprise, huh?


Capt. Jean-Luc PICARD
That's right.


Capt. James T. KIRK
Close to retirement?


Capt. Jean-Luc PICARD
I'm not planning on it.


Capt. James T. KIRK
Let me tell you something : Don't

Don't let them promote you. 
Don't let them transfer you. 
Don't let them do anything that takes you off the bridge of that ship, 
because while you're there
you can make A Difference.


Capt. Jean-Luc PICARD
Come back with me. 
Help me stop Soran. 
Make A Difference again.


Capt. James T. KIRK 
Who am I to argue with the Captain of The Enterprise? ...

What's the name of that planet, ...Veridian Three?


Capt. Jean-Luc PICARD
Yes.


Capt. James T. KIRK 
I take it the odds are against us, and the situation is grim?


Capt. Jean-Luc PICARD
You could say that.


Capt. James T. KIRK 
You know if Spock were here, 
he'd say I was an irrational
illogical human being 
for taking on a mission like that. 

...Sounds like fun.

Sunday, 10 October 2021

Every System is Vulnerable to Empathy


David :
I don't believe that any System 
is totally secure.
I bet you Jim could get in.

Melvin :
I bet you he couldn't.

David :
I bet you he could.

Jim :
You'll never get in through frontline security, 
but you might look for a back door.

Melvin :
I can't believe it, Jim!
That girl standing over there listening 
and you tell him about our back door?

Jim :
Mr. Potato Head! 
Back doors are NOT secrets!

Melvin :
Yeah, but you're giving away 
all our best tricks.

Jim :
They're not TRICKS.

What's a back door?

Jim :
Well, whenever I Design A System, 
I always put in 
a simple password 
that only I know about. 
That way, whenever I want to get 
back in, I can bypass whatever 
security they've added on.
That's basically what it is.

David :
Yeah?

Jim :
You really want to get in, 
find out as much as you can about 
The Guy Who Designed The System.

David :
Come on, I don't even know 
The Guy's name.

Melvin :
Boy, are you guys dumb
You guys are so dumb.

I got this thing all figured. 
I figured it out all by myself.

Jim :
Oh, yeah, Melvin? 
How would you do it?

Melvin : 
The FIRST Game on The List.
Go right through 
Falken's Maze.

Saturday, 9 October 2021

Down




“I think that this is something that is opening for the first time - 
I think when I was younger, the mood for Men often involved Ascension.... 
I mean, that’s a heavy suggestion of Christ, with Ascension. 
And in the 60s, as you know, with Higher Consciousness 
and ‘Head’ material, was very strong.

So, it seems to me that the attempt to become a Man by ascending 
has not worked somehow.

And the movement I found valuable in my own life 
was the attempt to go down 
into certain Earth-energies or Sorrows, also. 

And only recently have I begun to associate that descent with also 
a descent into Childhood
and into the Sufferings and Loneliness of Childhood.” 

— Robert Bly.




Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier :
I should go back there. 
I just fucking left them in the lurch, man. 
I should go back there.

What the fuck are you talking about? Fuck that.
Fuck them.
I got dates in fucking Reno, man.

Stanley Uris,
Aged 13 :
Reflecting on the meaning of what I just read, 
the word "Leshanot" comes up a lot, which means 
"to change, to transform."

Which makes sense, I guess, 
because today I'm supposed to become A Man.

It's funny, though.

Everyone, I think, has some memories they're prouder of than others, right?
And maybe that's why Change is so scary.
'Cause the things we wish 
we could leave behind...

Good morning, Mike. 
How you doing?

...the whispers we wish 
we could silence...

His pa is the one. 
The one that set that fire.

...the nightmares we most want to wake up from,
the memories we wish we could change
the secrets we feel like we have to keep
are the hardest to walk away from.

The Good Stuff?
The pictures in our mind 
that fade away the fastest?
Those pieces of you 
it feels the easiest to lose.

Maybe I don't want to forget.

Maybe if that's what today is all about — forget it, right?

Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier :
Thank you, Stanley.

Stanley Uris,
Aged 13 :
Today, I'm supposed to become a man, 
but I don't feel any different.

I know I'm A Loser.
And no matter what, 
I always fucking will be.

Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier :
Thanks for showing up, Stanley.

Thursday, 7 October 2021

I Know You Weren't Always Like This.



This is unreal!
You don't care about Death 
because you're already DEAD!

I know a lot about you. 
I know you weren't always like this.

What's the last thing you cared about?



You really haven't been listening.

Falken :
Yes, I have. 
I loved it when you nuked Las Vegas.
Suitably biblical ending for the place, don't you think?


You gonna tell them what Joshua's doing?

Falken :
Children, come over here.
I'm gonna tell you a bedtime story.

Are you sitting comfortably?
Then I'll begin.

[He projects Dinosaur movies onto The Wall (and himself)]

Once upon a time, 
there lived a magnificent race of animals,
who dominated the world through age after age.
They ran and they swam and they fought and they flew, until suddenly — quite recently —
they disappeared.

Nature just gave up 
and started again.

We weren't even apes then.
We were just these smart little rodents hiding in the rocks.

And when we go,
Nature will start again,
with the bees probably.
Nature knows when to give up.


I'm not giving up.
If Joshua tricks them into launching an attack, it'll be your fault.

Falken :
My fault?
The whole point was to practice nuclear war without destroying ourselves.
To get the computers to learn from mistakes we couldn't make.
Except that I never could get Joshua to learn the most important lesson.


What's that?

Falken :
Futility
That there's a time 
when you should just give up.

What kind of lesson is that?

Falken :
Did you ever play tic-tac-toe?

Yeah. Of course.

Falken :
But you don't anymore. 

No.

Falken :
Why?

Because it's a boring game. 
It's always a tie.

Falken :
Exactly. There's no way to win.
The Game itself is pointless.
But back at the war room, they believe you can win a nuclear war
that there can be acceptable losses.


So you gave up?
Decided to play dead?

Falken :
For security reasons, 
they graciously arranged my death.

Did you know that no land animal with a body weight of over 50 pounds survived that age?

Extinction is part of 
The Natural Order.

[He turns off The Projection.]
Bullshit!
If we're extinguished, it's not natural. It's stupid.

Falken :
It's all right. I've planned ahead.
We're just three miles from a primary target.
A millisecond of brilliant light...
...and we're vaporized.

Much more fortunate than the millions who'll wander sightless through the smoldering aftermath.
We'll be spared 
The Horror of Survival.

I'm only 17 years old.
I'm not ready to die yet.
You won't make a simple phone call?

If the real Joshua were still alive, your Joshua, you'd do it.

Falken :
We might gain a few years, enough for you to have a son and watch him die.
But Humanity planning its own destruction…
that, a phone call won't stop.

This is unreal!
You don't care about death because you're already dead!
I know a lot about you. I know you weren't always like this.
What's the last thing you cared about?

Falken :
You've missed the last ferry.
You're welcome to stay.
You want to sleep on the floor?
Good night.


Let's get out of here.
Come on, we'll find a boat.
There's gotta be a boat.


What kind of asshole lives on an island and doesn't have a boat?
Maybe we can swim. 
How far do you think it is?
No, it's two, three miles, at least.
Maybe more.
What do you say? Let's go for it.
No. Come on.
No. I can't swim.
You can't swim?
I can't swim, OK, Wonder Woman?
What kind of asshole grows up in Seattle and doesn't learn to swim?
I never got around to it, OK?
I always thought there was gonna be plenty of time.
Sorry.
I wish I didn't know 
about any of this.
I wish I was like 
everybody else in the world.
And tomorrow it would just be over.
There wouldn't be any time to be sorry about anything.
Oh, Jesus.
I really wanted to learn how to swim.
I swear to God I did.

Did I tell you that next week...
...I was gonna be on TV?
You're kidding. No.
Just on that aerobics show with some girls from my dance class.
A movie star.
Yeah.
It's kind of stupid, huh?
Nobody would've been watching me anyway.


I would have.
Oh, Jesus!
The bastard turned us in!

Falken :
It's all right. Get in!


I Know a Lot About You.



This is unreal!
You don't care about Death 
because you're already DEAD!

I know a lot about you. 
I know you weren't always like this.

What's the last thing you cared about?


Bad Teacher :
Miss Mack, could you tell us your answer to question number four?
Why do nitrogen nodules cling to the roots of plants?

Jennifer Mack :
Um... Love?

(Laughter)

Bad Teacher :
Jennifer, what do you know 
about nitrogen nodules that we don't?
Some bit of salacious info to which you alone are privy?

Jennifer Mack :
No.

Bad Teacher :
I see. No, you didn't know the correct answer, symbiosis, because you don't pay attention in class.
Thank you.

Jennifer Mack :
You're welcome.

Bad Teacher :
There seems to be a lot of confusion on this next question: 
Asexual reproduction.

Could someone tell me, please, 
Who first suggested the idea 
of Reproduction without Sex?

(Laughter in the class)

Bad Teacher :
Miss Mack! 
What is so amusing?

Your Dirty Little Secret


ACE
Doctor! Doctor, where are you? 
I want to talk to you! 


Time’s Champion
Ace! What's the matter? 


ACE
Face-ache Matthews in there says 
this house is Gabriel Chase. 


Time’s Champion
So? 


ACE
It was all falling down 
last time I saw it in 1983. 
You tricked me! 
This is Perivale! 


(Two maids enter and Ace runs up the stairs. He follows her.) 


Time’s Champion
Ace!
Ace. 


ACE
It's True, isn't it. 
This is the house I told you about. 



Time’s Champion
You were thirteen. 
You climbed over The Wall for a dare. 




ACE
That's your surprise, isn't it, 
bringing me back here. 


Time’s Champion
Remind me what it was that you sensed 
when you entered this deserted house —

An aura of Intense Evil?

 
ACE
Don't you have things you hate? 

Time’s Champion
I can't stand burnt toast — 
I loathe bus stations
Terrible places, 
full of lost luggage and lost souls. 

ACE
I told you I never wanted 
to come back here again. 


Time’s Champion
….and then there's unrequited Love
and Tyranny, and Cruelty. 


ACE
Too right. 


Time’s Champion
We all have A Universe of 
Our Own Terrors to face. 


ACE
I face mine on my own terms!

Time’s Champion
But don't you want to know 
what happened here? 


ACE
No! 


Time’s Champion
You've learned something — 
something you didn't recognise when you were thirteen. 


ACE
Like what? 


Time’s Champion
The NATURE of The Horror 
that you sensed here. 


ACE
[having a Revelation]
….it’s alien!




Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

Come on, you. Come on.

Ken, you little bitch...


Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Yes!


Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

You're fucking good.


Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Game Over.

Ah, well, I gotta go. 


Hey! Um...


Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

How about we go again?

Play some more, you know?


Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Fuck you, man.


Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

…..only if you want to.


Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

Dude, why are you 

being weird?

I'm not your fucking boyfriend.


Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13 :

Whoa, I... I didn't...


Henry Bowers :

What the fuck's going on here?


Henry Bower’s 

Hetro-Cousin :

You assholes didn't tell me 

Your Town is full of little fairies.


Henry Bowers :

Richie fucking Tozier?

What? You're trying to bone 

my little cousin?


Get the fuck out of here, faggot!

Fucking move!


Paul Bunyan :

Want a kiss, Richie?


Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 13:

It's not real. It's not real. 

It's not real. It's not real.


It's not real. It's not real. 

It's not real. It's not real.


It's not real. It's not real. 

It's not real. It's not real.


I think I just shit my pants.


Henry Bower’s 

DEAD Hetro-Cousin :

Canal Days Festival. 


Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

Shit.


Henry Bower’s 

DEAD Hetro-Cousin :

Closing performance is tonight.

Hope to see you there, handsome.


The Clown :

Did you miss me, Richie?


Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

Oh, fuck!


The Clown :

'Cause I've missed you.

No one wants to play 

with The Clown anymore.


Play A Game with me, would ya?

How about Street Fighter?


Oh, yes. You like that one, don't you?

Or maybe Truth or Dare?


Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

Jesus.


The Clown :

Oh, you wouldn't want anyone 

to pick "Truth," though, 

would ya, Richie?


You wouldn't want anyone to know 

what you're hiding.


I know your secret


Your dirty, little secret


Oh, I know your secret


Your dirty, little secret ♪ 

Should I tell them, Richie?


Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier,

Age 40 :

This isn't happening. 

This isn't real.


It isn't real. 

It isn't happening. 

It isn't real.


The Clown :

Come back and play!

Come back and play 

with The Clown!




“Uh, I don't normally read a lot of fiction anymore. 

I haven't for several years, 

but a couple of days ago, 

someone sent me the new Stephen King book. 


You know, 

I started reading his books 

when I was probably 10 or 11 years old. 


People have always undervalued him. 


You know, they look at him as this, um, hack

This hack writer who churns out horror novels. 


In all of his books at The End, 

he always addresses The Reader. 


You know, he thanks you 

for going on this voyage with him, 

and so I wanted to read it to you :



All right, I think we've been down here in The Dark long enough.


There's a whole other world upstairs. 

Take my hand, constant reader, 

and I'll be happy to lead you back into The Sunshine. 


I'm happy to go there 

because I believe most people are essentially Good


I know that I am. 


It's you I'm not entirely sure of.


— Stephen King 

& Damian Echols

Wednesday, 6 October 2021

…..and Then, The Shapeshifting Began




Bad Business, that.



The Technique of Venetian Geopolitics,
of The Empire, is as follows :
You pretend to be someone’s friend

You use that friendship 
to find out
What They WANT.

And then, you give it to them :
If it’s Money, you pay them that,
if it’s Sex, you arrange for that —
Drugs, Booze, Gambling,
Whatever it is, you provide it to them.

And they become loyal to you, 
not so much because they fear exposure
or because you have the goods on them,
and are in a position to blackmail them 
(although you can, and you are) —

But because by betraying you, 
or being disloyal to you —
They will loose access to
These Things That They LIKE.

And so, You corrupt Them.