Rock

Family Portrait, 1984.

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. : 

Hello.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

I should say you look rather lost.

But then I cannot imagine where in The World 

The Three of You would look at Home.

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. : 

We're not lost.

We're on our way to Delhi.

This is Miss Scott.

This is Mr. Round.

Short-Round.

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

My Name is Indiana Jones.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

Dr. Jones, the eminent archaeologist?

Ms. Willie Scott :

Hard to believe, isn't it?

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

Ah. I remember first hearing 

Your Name when I was 

up at Oxford.

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

Oh.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

I'm Chattar Lal, Prime Minister 

to His Highness, The Maharaja 

of Pankot.

(takes Willie’s Hand —)

I'm enchanted.

Enchanted.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

Welcome to Pankot Palace!

Enchanted, huh?

Shorty, where's my razor?

We are fortunate tonight to have 

so many unexpected visitors.

This is Captain Blumburtt.

And you, sir, are 

Dr.Jones, I presume.

I am, Captain.

Captain Blumburtt and his troops 

are on a routine inspection tour.

The British find it 

amusing to inspect us 

at their convenience.

I do hope, sir, that it's not, uh, 

inconvenient to you, uh... sir.

The British worry so 

about Their Empire.

Makes us all feel like 

well-cared-for children.

Ah... You look beautiful.

I think The Maharaja is swimming in loot.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea 

coming here after all.

You Look like A Princess.

Mr. Lal, what do they call 

The Maharaja's wife?

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

His Highness has not 

yet taken A Wife.

….How interesting.

Well, uh, maybe it's because he 

hasn't found the right woman.

His Supreme Highness, 

Guardian of Pankot Tradition, 

The Maharaja of Pankot, 

Zalim Singh.

That's the maharaja?

A kid?!

Maybe he like older women.

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

Captain Blumburtt was just telling me something 

of the interesting History of The Palace... 

the importance it played in The Mutiny.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

It seems The British never 

forget The Mutiny of 1857.

Yes, well, you know, 

I think there are other events before The Mutiny, 

going back a century, back to the time of Clive,

that are more interesting.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

And what events are those, Dr. Jones?

Well, if Memory serves Me correctly, this area, 

this province, was the center of activity 

for The Thuggee.

Ah!

Snake... surprise.

What's the surprise?

Dr. Jones, you know perfectly well The Thuggee cult 

has been dead for nearly a century.

Yes, of course.

Capt. Blumburtt :

The Thuggee was an obscenity that 

worshipped Kali with Human Sacrifices.

The British Army nicely 

did-away with them.

Well, I suppose stories of 

The Thuggee die hard.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

There are no stories anymore.

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

I'm not so sure…

We came from a small village.

The peasants there told us Pankot Palace was growing 

powerful again because of some ancient evil.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

Village stories, Dr. Jones. 

They're just fear and folklore.

You're beginning to worry 

Captain Blumburtt.

I'm not worried, Mr. Prime Minister, 

just, uh... just, um, interested.

Ah... what?

You are not eating?

I had bugs for lunch.

Give me your hat.

Why?

'Cause I'm gonna puke in it.

Oh!

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

You know, The Villagers also told us

Pankot Palace had taken something.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

Dr. Jones, in our country, it's not usual 

for a guest to insult his host.

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

I'm sorry — I thought we were talking about folklore.

Excuse me, sir, do you have anything simple, like soup?

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

What exactly was it they say was stolen?

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

A sacred rock.

Ha!

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

You see, Captain -- 

a rock!

Ah!

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

Ah... something connected The Villagers' rock 

and the old legend of The Sankara stones.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

Dr. Jones, we are all vulnerable to vicious rumors.

I seem to remember that in Honduras, you 

were accused of being a grave-robber 

rather than an archaeologist.

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

Well, The Newspapers greatly 

exaggerated The Incident.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

And wasn't it The Sultan of Madagascar 

who threatened to cut Your Head off 

if you ever returned to His Country?

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

No, it wasn't My Head.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

Then Your Hands, perhaps.

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

No, it wasn't my hands, it was my...

my misunderstanding.

Prime Minister Chattar Lal :

Exactly what we have here, Dr. Jones.

I have heard the evil stories of The Thuggee cult.

I thought The Stories were told to frighten children.

Later, I learnt The Thuggee cult was once real 

and did of unspeakable things.

I am ashamed of what happened 

here so many years ago, 

and I assure you this will never 

happen again in My Kingdom.

Dr. Henry Jones Jr. :

If I offended you...

then I am sorry.

Ah, dessert!

Chilled Monkey Brains

Destiny and The Fates

“The essential and original Meaning, 

of course, is A Program for A Ritual, 

and The Ritual is Mag!k — 

The Four Letters are simply 

The Four Beats in Wilhelm Reich's formula : 

muscular tension --> electrical charge --> 

electrical discharge --> muscular relaxation. 

In short, as Freud once noted, 

every sexual act involves, 

at a minimum, FOUR parties :

The Father and Son provide 

a "Fist" and a "Nail"; 

[ OR, A Portal and A Door ]

The Mother and Daughter 

provide Two "Windows." 

The case of the Chicago schizophrenic 

killer William Heirens, 

who experienced orgasm when 

climbing through windows, 

demonstrates that this symbolism 

does not have to be taught and is 

INHERENT in The Human Mind, 

although always subject 

to the distortion exemplified 

by the Saures.

Finally, The Universal Blessing given 

is intimately involved with 

The YHVH formula: 

I bless Ra, the fierce sun burning bright 

I bless Isis-Luna in the night

I bless the air, The Horus-Hawk

I bless The Earth on which I walk

The Fiery Father, 

The Watery Mother, 

The Airy Son, and 

The Earthy Daughter 

are all THERE, 

just as they are in every 

alchemical formula.

But We Say “No More” at this point, 

lest The Reader begin 

seeking for a 5 = 4 equation 

to balance the 5 = 6.”

Trionic

Of course! The Holy Books 

are written in Trionic.

What?

No one volume is complete without 

the other two. Uhm. I-It's really 

one book broken up into 

three pieces.

Like A Trilogy.

No. No. Much more complex than that. 

See this passage here (points at the first book), 

it continues in this volume here 

(points at the second) then concludes 

in this one (points at the third). 

The rhythm of the sentence structure - 

lets one know when to jump 

from book, to book, to book.

Ferenghi Television

This is like a holo-novel,

but way sleazier. 

Mister Neelix: 

Take a Look at this :

It's a form of entertainment 

called a ‘soap opera’. 

The exploration of 

human relationships 

is fascinating. 


Ensign Kim: 

I can't imagine just 

watching The Story 

and not being 

a part of it. 


Kes : 

That's because you've been 

spoiled by The HoloDeck. 

There's something to be said for 

non-interactive stories like this, 

being swept away in The Narrative. 


Lt. J.G Boimler :

All right. 

Dropping bags off 

in hotel room

is off the list. 

We got the for-profit minibar,

the for-profit toilet, 

the machine that

charges you to pay, 

for the toilet and the minibar. 

View screen works. 

That's everything. 

I give this hotel

a nine out of ten. 

Now, off to The Museum

of Bribery. 

Oh, weird. A what-you-call-it... 

a "commer-seal"?  Ooh. 

Ferenghi Hunk :

Aah!

Semi-Clothed Ferenghi Female :

(kicking him in The Pool) 

You're fired. 

Slug-O Cola. This happens

to everyone who drinks it. 

Lt. J.G Boimler :

They just lie to you?  Hilarious.

Well, time to head out. 

And now,

Pog & Dar : Cop Landlords. 

Lt. J.G Boimler :

Huh? Mm. This is like a holo-novel,

but way sleazier. 

Det. Pog :

You're making my partner mad. 

Det. Dar :

Just sign the lease, dirtbag.

Lobleless Ferenghi Tenant :

No.  (Pulls out a disruptor and shoots Dar!)

Det. Dar :

Aah!

(Pog shoots him in return)

Det. Dar :

Aah! 

Det. Pog :

You just surrendered 

your deposit 

and your life. 

I'm not gonna make it, partner. 

Det. Pog :

Hey, you hang on

one second, buddy :

I just need to enjoy

the crisp, refreshing taste 

of a Slug-O Cola. 

Lt. Jnr. Grade Boimler :

Oh, they put commercials

in the shows? 

It's like Mind Control. 

(The Ferenghi Thought-Maker installed 

above his hotel bed twinkles behind him.)

Det. Pog :

Transfer your latinum to me, 

or I'll tell everyone you 

supported tenants' rights. 

Det. Dar :

I'm proud to be scammed 

by a landlord cop as conniving

as you, partner. 

Lt. Jnr. Grade Boimler :

Okay, I guess I should finally do my... 

Up next...

Will They, Won't They? 

The workplace sitcom

where everyone 

is secretly in love

with each other. 

Lt. Jnr. Grade Boimler :

I'm sorry, what? 

Oh, Blongo,

I don't know what to do. 

I'm secretly in love with Nilm, 

but she's engaged to Bok, 

who's always extremely... 

Lt. Jnr. Grade Boimler :

This kind of hacky, lowest-common-denominator  schlock won't work on me. 

her flirtations with Kret. 

Lt. Jnr. Grade Boimler :

But I better watch 

so officers who aren't

as resilient as I am 

will know what to avoid. 

But you should go for it. 

Even though I'm secretly

in love with you. 

Mr. Boimler, did you do

too many locations? 

Are you in need of aid?

Lt. Jnr. Grade Boimler :

Uh, no.  I watched eight hours straight

of Ferengi programming. 

I'm sorry I let you down, sir. 

Honestly, I'm proud of you.

Lt. Jnr. Grade Boimler :

Really? 

You've always had a problem

going with the flow, 

but today it looks like you 

got out of your own way. 

Lt. Jnr. Grade Boimler :

Thank you, sir. 

I've authorised the local authorities 

to drag you out of there. 

Just go limp, don't fight them. 

Lt. J.G Boimler :

Get out of here! 

I really like that lieutenant. 

Lt. Jnr. Grade Boimler :

Oh! Aah! 

Oh! Oh, no. Oh, oh, no, no,

no, no, no, no!

I, Children of Tamar

RIKER: 

I would prefer to find a peaceful solution. 

If We could TALK Our Way out of 

this one, that much The Better. 


TROI: 

Unfortunately, it may not be that simple. 


RIKER: 

What did you find out? 


DATA: 

The Tamarian Ego-structure does not seem to allow

what We normally Think of as ‘SELF-Identity’. 

Their ability to abstract is highly unusual -- 

They seem to communicate 

through Narrative-Imagery 

by reference to The Individuals and Places 

which appear in their Mytho-Historical accounts. 


TROI: 

It's as if I were to say to you, 

“Juliet, on her balcony. 


CRUSHER: 

An Image of Romance. 


TROI: 

Exactly. 

Imagery is EVERYTHING to The Tamarians. 

It embodies Their emotional states, 

Their very THOUGHT Processes —

It's HOW They Communicate, and 

it's How They THINK. 


RIKER: 

If We know How They Think, shouldn't We 

be able to get something across to Them? 


DATA: 

No, sir. 

The situation is analogous to 

understanding the GRAMMAR 

of a language but none 

of the vocabulary. 


CRUSHER: 

If I didn't know WHO Juliet WAS 

or WHAT she was DOING on that balcony, 

The Image alone wouldn't have any Meaning. 


TROI: 

That's correct. For instance, 

We know that Darmok was A Great Hero, 

A Hunter, and that Tanagra 

was An Island, but that's it. 

Without the DETAILS, there's 

no Understanding. 


DATA: 

It is necessary for Us to 

LEARN The Narrative from 

which The Tamarians are 

drawing Their Imagery — 

Given our current relations, 

that does not appear likely. 


“By creating A Character in a piece of Fiction,

You can allow A Reader to leap over the 

Wall of Self  and to imagine himself 

being  not just somewhere else, 

but someone else …

because people, I think, are essentially 

lonely and alone and frightened 

of being alone”

— Foster.

Endnotes

Endnotes | David Foster Wallace | BBC Documentary

Professor Geoff Ward discusses The Life and Works of David Foster Wallace

"When David Foster Wallace hanged himself in 2008, at the age of 46, he was considered by many to be the most gifted and linguistically exuberant American novelist and short story writer of his generation. His books include the 1,000-page Infinite Jest, a novel of grand ambition and stylistic experiment that came complete with 388 endnotes. (Footnotes, digressions, constant second guessing of every thought are features of Wallace's signature style).

In April The Pale King, Wallace's final, unfinished novel will be published. Few literary novels have been more eagerly anticipated in recent years. Its great subject is Boredom. Wallace set himself big challenges. Infinite Jest attacked the entertainment industry while trying to entertain and The Pale King engages with boredom as a path toward transcendence.

This Sunday Feature is presented by Professor Geoff Ward, author of a literary history of America. He, like many, was convinced Wallace would be the preeminent American writer to reckon with in the years ahead, and was shocked by his tragic early death. He assesses Wallace's legacy, themes and preoccupations, talking to the precursor Wallace admired most, Don DeLillo, and to friends, collaborators and contemporaries such as Mark Costello and Rick Moody. In the company of The Writer's sister, Amy Wallace, Ward travels to The Midwest of America where The Writer grew up, and considers the impact of place on his imagination. He also talks to Wallace's publisher and editor Michael Pietsch about the difficult task of assembling Wallace's final fragments into The Pale King.

The programme also contains some rare archive reflections by a young David Foster Wallace, recorded a year before the publication of Infinite Jest, on The Role of The Writer in an Age of Media-saturation." (BBC Radio 3)

The Wolf, The Ram and The Hart

……I’m not sure The Priests 

can be Trusted.

—Wyndham-Pryce

“There's something magical for me 

about Literature and Fiction, and 

I Think it can Do Things, not only 

that pop culture can’t Do, 

but they're urgent, now — 

One is that, by creating 

A Character in a piece of Fiction, 

You can allow a Reader 

to leap over The Wall of Self  

and to imagine himself being 

not just somewhere else, 

but someone else, in a way 

the Television and Movies,

that no other form can do, 

because people, I think, 

are essentially lonely and alone 

and frightened of being alone”

— Foster

Megatron, aboard the 

Hijacked Shuttle —

His Fusion-cannon, 

building in charge;

His smile, bent

On the evening of their final night together, at The End of The Tour, 

The Davids are treating themselves (and each other) 

to a final, Last Supper-communion feast of 

McDonalds take-out ‘on Jann’, courtesy of the graces of

Young David’s Rolling Stone expense account —

Foster :

Uh, We'll take all of these.

David :

Please, Let Me.

Foster :

Oh, no, you don't have

to pay for my shit.

David :

No, no. It's not coming out of my pocket,

I have an expense account.

Foster :

If you insist, yeah.

Foster :

Mmm.

David :

If we ate like this all the time...

Foster :

Yeah.

David :

What would be wrong with that?

Foster :

(CHUCKLES) What would be wrong? 

Like, besides your teeth falling out 

and getting really fat?

It's got none of the 

nourishment

of real Food...

David :

No.

Foster :

...but it is real pleasurable, masticating 

and swallowing this stuff.

David :

Yes, it is. 

Foster :

It's like seductive commercial entertainment.

David :

Mmm. But What Saves Us is that

most entertainment is not very good.

Foster :

Yeah, but what about good seductive 

commercial entertainment, like, uh, 

Die Hard?

David :

That first Die Hard?

Foster :

The first Die Hard.

David :

Great film.

Foster :

No, it's a brilliant film.

David :

The Best.

Foster :

Absolutely.

David :

So good.

Foster :

I Think if The Book 

is about anything...

David :

Yeah.

Foster :

...it's about The Question of Why.

David :

Right.

Foster :

Why am I watching all this shit?

David :

Right. Right, yeah.

Foster :

It's not about the shit.

It's about Me.

David :

Okay.

Foster :

So, why am I Doing it?

And what's so American

about What I'm Doing?

….You know, the minute I start talking about this stuff,

it sounds, number one, very vague,

and number two, really reductive.

David :

No, no, no. I don't think you're 

being vague or reductive at all.

Foster :

Okay, because I don't have a diagnosis or a 

System of Prescription as to why We...

When I Say "We," I mean

people just like You and Me :

Mostly white, upper-middle class,

obscenely well-educated,

doing really interesting jobs,

sitting in really expensive chairs...

David :

Yeah.

Foster :

...watching the best, most sophisticated

electronic equipment Money can buy —

Why Do We Feel so empty and unhappy?

David :

Right. No. It's kind of like Hamlet,

except with channel surfing.

Foster :

I'm not saying that watching TV is bad

or a waste of your time, any more than 

masturbation is bad or 

a waste of your time —

It's a pleasurable way to 

spend a few minutes,

but if you're doing it 

20 times a day...

David :

Right.

Foster :

If your primary sexual relationship is

with your own hand, something is Wrong.

David :

Yeah, except, at least with masturbation, some 

action is being performed though, right?

Isn't that... That's better.

Foster :

…..okay, You can make Me look like

a real dick if You print this.

David :

(CHUCKLES) No, I'm not going to,

but if you can, Speak into The Mic.

Foster :

Yes, you're performing 

muscular movements

with your hand as you're jerking off,

but what you're really doing, 

I Think, is --

You're running A Movie 

in Your Head.

Yeah, I’ve seen This Bit before.

You said that sentence 

got away from you.

…It….  got away from me, yeah.

Next thing You’re Going to Say, 

is “Well, I can Hear You.”

Well, I can Hear You.

You're having A Fantasy-relationship

with somebody who is not real, strictly 

to stimulate a neurological response.

This is Impossible!

I know, it’s brilliant!




Foster :

So look, as The Internet grows 

in the next 10, 15 years and 

Virtual-Reality pornography

becomes a reality...

David :

Hmm.

Foster :

...we're gonna have to develop some 

real Machinery inside Our Guts to 

turn-off pure, unalloyed pleasure.

Or, I don't know about you,

I'm gonna have to Leave The Planet.

David :

Why?

Foster :

'Cause The Technology is just

gonna get better and better,

and it's gonna get easier and easier,

and more and more convenient,

and more and more pleasurable

to sit alone —

With images on a screen given to Us 

by People who Do Not Love Us,

but want Our Money.

And that's fine in low doses.

But if it's the basic main staple

of your diet, You're gonna Die.

David :

Well, come on.

Foster :

In a very Meaningful way,

You're Going to Die.

The Following Morning :

The Last Day.

(Foster puts a wad of chewing 

tobacco in his mouth — )

David :

Hey, can I try that, actually?

Foster :

Yeah, it takes some getting 

used-to. Go ahead.

David :

Thanks.

Foster :

(Points at his mouth) It goes 

right there.

David :

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, I know.

Mmm. Hmm.

That's, um... Mmm. 

Actually, can I use 

your bathroom

for a second?

Foster :

(quietly smirking) I believe 

it's unoccupied.

David :

Right. Hmm.

(WATER RUNNING)

- (FLIPS PAPER)