Tuesday, 15 June 2021

Battle




MacDonald, I believe that when you truly grow to Know and Trust a person, 
you cannot help but like him. 

Abe, The Teacher :
No, Aldo! No! 


VIRGIL :
Teacher! 
Teacher, you've spoken 
The Unspeakable. 

In all our years of slavery to mankind 
The Word "No" was the one word 
we were electrically conditioned to fear. 

Caesar has forbidden you its utterance in perpetuity. 

An ape may say 
"No." to A Human
but A Human may 
never again say 
"No." to An Ape. 
Tell him you're sorry and go home 
while you've still got a home to go to. 

I'll put in a good word 
for you with Caesar. 

TEACHER :
General Aldo, I'm... I'm sorry. 
The Writing you destroyed 
was by Caesar's Son. 
I did not want you to suffer 
Caesar's anger! 

General ALDO :
What do I care for Caesar's anger? 
Let me give you a taste of mine! Grab him! 

Stop, Teacher! 
Grab him! Stop! Grab him.
Grab the teacher! Grab him 

Stop, Teacher! 
Grab him! Stop! Grab him.

Grab The Teacher! 

CAESAR :
Stop! Stop! 

General ALDO :
We'll teach The Teacher a lesson. 
Throw him in the corral, 
where all humans belong. 

CAESAR :
I said Stop, Aldo. 

General ALDO :
He broke The Law. 
With His Own Mouth, 
he broke The First law. 

CAESAR :
I am The Law.
What has he done? 

VIRGIL :
Caesar, I was there --
Teacher only reverted 
to type under provocation. 
He Spoke like a slave master 
in the old days of our servitude 
when we were conditioned 
to mechanical obedience. 

He uttered a negative 
imperative. 

CAESAR :
Could you put that into 
words which even Caesar 
could understand? 

VIRGIL :
Um, he said, 
"No, Aldo. No." 

Teacher :
General Aldo deliberately tore up a writing exercise written especially for me by Caesar's son. 

CAESAR :
Teacher, you're old enough to be well aware that "No" is the one word a human may never say to an ape because apes once heard it said to them a hundred times a day by humans. 

Teacher :
Yes, I am old enough. 
The schoolroom was wrecked.

General ALDO :
The class is ended. 
The schoolroom is closed!
Now we go back 
to riding horses! 


CAESAR :
Aldo! You and your friends will return to the schoolroom 
and put it back in order. 

Abe, no gorilla is to be dismissed 
until everything is back in its place.

Teacher :
Yes, Caesar. 

CORNELIUS :
Father, since there won't 
be any more school today 
may I go out and play? 

CAESAR :
Can't you study in the house? 

CORNELIUS :
I could, father, but... 

CAESAR :
Run along and play. 


VIRGIL :
Where are my students? 
I was just in the midst of explaining my theory of time relativity. 

If Caesar permits, I would like my- 

CAESAR :
Caesar permits.

MACDONALD :
Thank God. 


CAESAR :
You look concerned, MacDonald. 


MACDONALD :
I am, Caesar. 
I think that Aldo's hatred is not confined to humans. 

General ALDO :
Look out! 

CAESAR :
I think Aldo may be riding for a fall. 

If only My Mother and Father 
- whom I was too young to remember - 
if only they'd lived perhaps they would have taught me if it was right to Kill Evil so that Good should prevail. 

MACDONALD :
But you know, Caesar, History shows -- 

MACDONALD :
Oh, no, no. 
That is human history, not ape history. 
Ape never kills ape. 


MACDONALD :
Oh, here's the list of our winter supplies so far. 
I've got to be getting along.
I'm starving. I could eat a horse.

LISA :
A horse? 

CAESAR :
Oh, you remember, Lisa.
They used to eat lots of things - 
dead cattle, dead chickens, dead pigs. 

MACDONALD :
Now we live and chew nuts at our master's command. 


LISA :
That will be all, Julie.
Thank you. 

CAESAR :
We are not your masters. 

MACDONALD :
We're not your equals

CAESAR :
MacDonald, I believe that 
when you truly grow 
to Know and Trust a person, 
you cannot help but like him. 
When we grow to 
Know and Trust your people,
then we shall all be 
equals and remain so 
until The End of The World 

MACDONALD :
Which may be sooner 
than you think

CAESAR :
You are such a pessimist!

MACDONALD :
Or a prophet. 

CAESAR :
Now that apes are at the helm, 
Earth will sail safely 
through space until 
the end of Time... 
and Virgil says Time 
has no end. 
So, you see, I cannot 
believe you. 

MACDONALD :
Would you believe it if you heard it 
from the lips of your own parents? 

CAESAR :
Are my parents alive? 

MACDONALD :
No, but their images and 
their voices are

CAESAR :
MacDonald, when you 
talk about My Parents,
please do not 
speak in riddles. 
I cannot see them.
I cannot hear them. 

Armando's only told
 me they came out 
of The Future. 
They cannot give 
me knowledge. 

MACDONALD :
Caesar, you can see them. 
You can hear them --
and they can give 
you Knowledge. 


CAESAR :
How?

MACDONALD :
Under the dead city where we once lived in the archives near the old command post there are tapes -sealed tapes
of Cornelius and Zira being examined by officials of the American government.

When my brother was Governor Breck's assistant, 
he told me about them. 

I know where they are and I know 
that they concern Earth's future, 
from which your parents came. 


CAESAR :
But The City was flattened. 
The Bomb left nothing. 

MACDONALD :
Except, I suspect... The Archive section. 
Indeed, many sections of the underground city were designed to survive the impact of a 10-megaton over-blast. 


CAESAR :
Well, then the tapes and pictures of my parents... 

MACDONALD :
....are still down there. 


CAESAR :
Oh... Oh, MacDonald... 
I want to see what they look like. 
I suppose every orphan does. 
I want to hear what they thought and knew. 

MACDONALD :
The City's radioactive. 


CAESAR :
Oh, yeah, well... Let me see. 
Who is there among Your People 
who knows something about radioactivity? 

MACDONALD :
No-one.


CAESAR :
Hmm. And among mine? 

MACDONALD :
Who knows everything about everything


CAESAR :
Oh. Oh, Virgil. 
Go and find him. 



CAESAR :
Lisa, you remember your parents. 
I was too young when they died to remember mine. 


LISA :
I don't want to have to remember my husband. 
I want to love him now. 


CAESAR :
Well, Virgil will be with us. 
Now, we'll take good care. 

Say good-bye to Cornelius. 
I don't want him to know I'm afraid. 


CAESAR :
Cornelius. Cornelius. 
Cornelius. 

Father. 

CAESAR :
I'm going on a journey. 

What will you bring me back? 


CAESAR :
What would you like? 

More nuts for my squirrel. 
He's growing fast.


CAESAR :
So are you. 
One day, you will be as tall as A King. 


Mandemus. 
He's asleep.


CAESAR :
Not eternally, I trust. 
Mandemus. 

Who's there?

CAESAR :
Caesar. 

What does Caesar want?

CAESAR :
Weapons. 

For what purpose?

CAESAR :
For self-protection, in the pursuit of knowledge. 

Self-protection against whom or what? 

CAESAR :
We don't know 

Well, then what is the point of protecting yourself against a danger of which you have no knowledge in pursuit of a knowledge you do not possess? 

Oh, God. 

Is it a knowledge for good or evil? 

VIRGIL :
All knowledge is for good. 
Only the use to which you put it can be good or evil. 


Well put.



Thank you. 

CAESAR :
The sun is rising. I should like to get this matter settled before it sets. 

Caesar has appointed me not only as the keeper of this armory but as the keeper of his own conscience. 
That is why I have asked six boring questions 
and now propose to ask a seventh before issuing or not issuing|the weapons you require. 
What is the nature of the knowledge you cannot seek without weapons? 


CAESAR :
The knowledge of Earth's ultimate fate, recorded on tapes in the archives of the forbidden city. 
Which is contaminated but still may be inhabited by humans. 

Hmm. Come in. 


Name your protective pick. 
Three submachine guns

For? 

The removal of obstacles. 

Hmm. One. Two. And three. 
Now what?

Ammunition. 

Oh. I really don't hold with knowing the future... 
even my own, which is short. 

A Geiger counter. 

I mean, if we knew for a fact there was an afterlife and that the afterlife was bliss eternal we'd all commit suicide in order to be able to enjoy it. 

Pistols. 

To remove smaller obstacles? 

VIRGIL :
It's a three-day journey. 
With Caesar's permission, MacDonald may want to 
shoot, cook and eat a rabbit. 

But who needs three pistols to shoot one rabbit? 
Enjoy your meal.

Caesar :
Thank you. 

MacDonald :
He may be old, but he's|got a mind like a razor. 

Virgil :
When I was a boy, 
he was My Teacher.

CAESAR : 
Let's collect our stores and be on our way.



Here for the present we part company with the man in the moon as material for amusement, that we may track him through the mythic maze, where, in well-nigh every language, he has left some traces of his existence. As there is a side of the moon which we have never seen, and according to Laplace never shall see, there is also an aspect of the matter in hand that remains to be traversed, if we would circumambulate its entire extent. Our subject must now be viewed in the magic mirror of mythology. The antiquarian Ritson shall state the question to be brought before our honourable house of inquiry. He denominates the man in the moon "an imaginary being, the subject of perhaps one of the most ancient, as well as one of the most popular, superstitions of the world." 8 And as we must explore the vestiges of antiquity, Asiatic and European, African and American, and even Polynesian, we bespeak patient forbearance and attention. One little particular we may partly clear up at once, though it will meet us again in another connection. It will serve as a sidelight to our legendary scenes. In English, French, Italian, Latin, and Greek, the moon is feminine; but in all the Teutonic tongues the moon is masculine. Which of the twain is its true gender? We go back to the Sanskrit for an answer. Professor Max Müller rightly says, "It is no longer denied that for throwing light on some of the darkest problems that have to be solved by the student of language, nothing is so useful as a critical study of Sanskrit." 9Here the word for the moon is mâs, which is masculine. Mark how even what Hamlet calls "words, words, words"

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lend their weight and value to the adjustment of this great argument. The very moon is masculine, and, like Wordsworth's child, is "father of the man."

If a bisexous moon seem an anomaly, perhaps the suggestion of Jamieson will account for the hermaphrodism: "The moon, it has been said, was viewed as of the masculine gender in respect of the earth, whose husband he was supposed to be; but as a female in relation to the sun, as being his spouse." 10 Here, also, we find a clue to the origin of this myth. If modern science, discovering the moon's inferiority to the sun, call the former feminine, ancient nescience, supposing the sun to be inferior to the moon, called the latter masculine. The sun, incomparable in splendour, invariable in aspect and motion, to the unaided eye immaculate in surface, too dazzling to permit prolonged observation, and shining in the daytime, when the mind was occupied with the duties of pastoral, agricultural, or commercial life, was to the ancient simply an object of wonder as a glory, and of worship as a god. The moon, on the contrary, whose mildness of lustre enticed attention, whose phases were an embodiment of change, whose strange spots seemed shadowy pictures of things and beings terrestrial, whose appearance amid the darkness of night was so welcome, and who came to men susceptible, from the influences of quiet and gloom, of superstitious imaginings, from the very beginning grew into a familiar spirit of kindred form with their own, and though regarded as the subordinate and

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wife of the sun, was reverenced as the superior and husband of the earth. With the transmission of this myth began its transmutation. From the moon being a man, it became a man's abode: with some it was the world whence human spirits came; with others it was the final home whither human spirits returned. Then it grew into a penal colony, to which egregious offenders were transported; or prison cage, in which, behind bars of light, miserable sinners were to be exposed to all eternity, as a warning to the excellent of the earth. One thing is certain, namely, that, during some phases, the moon's surface strikingly resembles a man's countenance. We usually represent the sun and the moon with the faces of men; and in the latter case the task is not difficult. Some would say that the moon is so drawn to reproduce some lunar deity: it would be more correct to say that the lunar deity was created through this human likeness. Sir Thomas Browne remarks, "The sun and moon are usually described with human faces: whether herein there be not a pagan imitation, and those visages at first implied Apollo and Diana, we may make some doubt." 11 Brand, in quoting Browne, adds, "Butler asks a shrewd question on this head, which I do not remember to have seen solved:--

'Tell me but what's the natural cause,
Why on a Sign no Painter draws
The Full Moon ever, but the Half?'"
                        (Hudibras, B. II., c. iii.) 12

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Another factor in the formation of our moon-myth was the anthropomorphism which sees something manlike in everything, not only in the anthropoid apes, where we may find a resemblance more faithful than flattering, but also in the mountains and hills, rivers and seas of earth, and in the planets and constellations of heaven. Anthropomorphism was but a species of personification, which also metamorphosed the firmament into a menagerie of lions and bears, with a variety of birds, beasts, and fishes. Dr. Wagner writes: "The sun, moon, and stars, clouds and mists, storms and tempests, appeared to be higher powers, and took distinct forms in the imagination of man. As the phenomena of nature seemed to resemble animals either in outward form or in action, they were represented under the figure of animals." 13 Sir George W. Cox points out how phrases ascribing to things so named the actions or feelings of living beings, "would grow into stories which might afterwards be woven together, and so furnish the groundwork of what we call a legend or a romance. This will become plain, if we take the Greek sayings or myths about Endymion and Selênê. Here, besides these two names, we have the names Protogenia and Asterodia. But every Greek knew that Selênê was a name for the moon, which was also described as Asterodia because she has her path among the stars, and that Protogenia denoted the first or early born morning. Now Protogenia was the mother of Endymion, while Asterodia was his wife; and so far the

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names were transparent. Had all the names remained so, no myth, in the strict sense of the word, could have sprung up; but as it so happened, the meaning of the name Endymion, as denoting the sun, when he is about to plunge or dive into the sea, had been forgotten, and thus Endymion became a beautiful youth with whom the moon fell in love, and whom she came to look upon as he lay in profound sleep in the cave of Latmos." 14 To this growth and transformation of myths we may return after awhile; meanwhile we will follow closely our man in the moon, who, among the Greeks, was the young Endymion, the beloved of Diana, who held the shepherd passionately in her embrace. This fable probably arose from Endymion's love of astronomy, a predilection common in ancient pastors. He was, no doubt, an ardent admirer of the moon; and soon it was reported that Selênê courted and caressed him in return. May such chaste enjoyment be ours also! We may remark, in passing, that classic tales are pure or impure, very much according to the taste of the reader. "To the jaundiced all things seem yellow," say the French; and Paul said, "To the pure all things are pure: but unto them that are defiled is nothing pure." According to Serapion, as quoted by Clemens Alexandrinus, the tradition was that the face which appears in the moon is the soul of a Sibyl. Plutarch, in his treatise, Of the Face appearing in the roundle of the Moone, cites the poet Agesinax as saying of that orb,

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"All roundabout environed
With fire she is illumined:
And in the middes there doth appeere,
Like to some boy, a visage cleere;
Whose eies to us doe seem in view,
Of colour grayish more than blew:
The browes and forehead tender seeme,
The cheeks all reddish one would deeme." 15

The story of the man in the moon as told in our British nurseries is supposed to be founded on Biblical fact. But though the Jews have a Talmudic tradition that Jacob is in the moon, and though they believe that his face is plainly visible, the Hebrew Scriptures make no mention of the myth. Yet to our fireside auditors it is related that a man was found by Moses gathering sticks on the Sabbath, and that for this crime he was transferred to the moon, there to remain till the end of all things. The passage cited in support of this tale is Numbers xv. 32-36. Upon referring to the sacred text, we certainly find a man gathering sticks upon the Sabbath day, and the congregation gathering stones for his merciless punishment, but we look in vain for any mention of the moon. Non est inventus. Of many an ancient story-teller we may say, as Sheridan said of Dundas, "the right honourable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts."

Mr. Proctor reminds us that "according to German nurses, the day was not the Sabbath, but Sunday. Their tale runs as follows: Ages ago there went one Sunday an old man into the woods to hew sticks. He

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cut a faggot and slung it on a stout staff, cast it over his shoulder, and began to trudge home with his burthen. On his way he met a handsome man in Sunday suit, walking towards the church. The man stopped, and asked the faggot-bearer, 'Do you know that this is Sunday on earth, when all must rest from their labours?' 'Sunday on earth, or Monday in heaven, it's all one to me!' laughed the woodcutter. 'Then bear your bundle for ever!' answered the stranger. 'And as you value not Sunday on earth, yours shall

 

 

be a perpetual moon-day in heaven; you shall stand for eternity in the moon, a warning to all Sabbath-breakers.' Thereupon the stranger vanished, and the man was caught up with his staff and faggot into the moon, where he stands yet." 16

In Tobler's account the man was given the choice of burning in the sun, or of freezing in the moon; and preferring a lunar frost to a solar furnace, he is to be seen at full moon seated with his bundle of sticks on his back. If "the cold in clime are cold in blood," we may be thankful that we do not hibernate eternally

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in the moon and in the nights of winter, when the cold north winds blow," we may look up through the casement and "pity the sorrows of this poor old man."

Mr. Baring-Gould finds that "in Schaumberg-lippe, the story goes, that a man and a woman stand in the moon: the man because he strewed brambles and thorns on the church path, so as to hinder people from attending mass on Sunday morning; the woman because she made butter on that day. The man carries his bundle of thorns, the woman her butter tub. A similar tale is told in Swabia and in Marken. Fischart says that there 'is to be seen in the moon a mannikin who stole wood'; and Prætorius, in his description of the world, that 'superstitious people assert that the black flecks in the moon are a man who gathered wood on a Sabbath, and is therefore turned into stone.'" 17

The North Frisians, among the most ancient and pure of all the German tribes, tell the tale differently. "At the time when wishing was of avail, a man, one Christmas Eve, stole cabbages from his neighbour's garden. When just in the act of walking off with his load, he was perceived by the people, who conjured (wished) him up in the moon. There he stands in the full moon, to be seen by everybody, bearing his load of cabbages to all eternity. Every Christmas Eve he is said to turn round once. Others say that he stole willow-boughs, which he must bear for ever. In Sylt the story goes that he was a sheep-stealer, that enticed

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sheep to him with a bundle of cabbages, until, as an everlasting warning to others, he was placed in the moon, where he constantly holds in his hand a bundle of cabbages. The people of Rantum say that he is a giant, who at the time of the flow stands in a stooping posture, because he is then taking up water, which he pours out on the earth, and thereby causes the flow; but at the time of the ebb he stands erect and rests from his labour, when the water can subside again." 18

Crossing the sea into Scandinavia, we obtain some valuable information. First, we find that in the old Norse, or language of the ancient Scandinavians, the sun is always feminine, and the moon masculine. In the Völu-Spá, a grand, prophetic poem, it is written--

"But the sun had not yet learned to trace
The path that conducts to her dwelling-place
To the moon arrived was not the hour
When he should exert his mystic power
Nor to the stars was the knowledge given,
To marshal their ranks o'er the fields of heaven." 19

We also learn that "the moon and the sun are brother and sister; they are the children of Mundilföri, who, on account of their beauty, called his son Mâni, and his daughter Sôl." Here again we observe that the moon is masculine." Mini directs the course of the moon, and regulates Nyi (the new moon) and Nithi (the waning moon). He once took up two children from the earth, Bil and Hiuki, as they were going from the well of Byrgir, bearing on their shoulders the

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bucket SÅ“g, and the pole Simul." 20 These two children, with their pole and bucket, were placed in the moon, "where they could be seen from earth"; which phrase must refer to the lunar spots. Thorpe, speaking of the allusion in the Eddato these spots, says that they "require but little illustration. Here they are children carrying water in a bucket, a superstition still preserved in the popular belief of the Swedes." 21 We are all reminded at once of the nursery rhyme--

"Jack and Jill went up the hill,
  To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
  And Jill came tumbling after."

Little have we thought, when rehearsing this jingle in our juvenile hours, that we should some day discover its roots in one of the oldest mythologies of the world. But such is the case. Mr. Baring-Gould has evolved the argument in a manner which, if not absolutely conclusive in each point, is extremely cogent and clear. "This verse, which to us seems at first sight nonsense, I have no hesitation in saying has a high antiquity, and refers to the Eddaic Hjuki and Bil. The names indicate as much. Hjuki, in Norse, would be pronounced Juki, which would readily become Jack; and Bil, for the sake of euphony and in order to give a female name to one of the children, would become Jill. The fall of Jack, and the subsequent fall of Jill, simply represent the vanishing of one moon spot after another, as the moon wanes. But the old Norse myth had a deeper signification

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than merely an explanation of the moon spots. Hjuki is derived from the verb jakka, to heap or pile together, to assemble and increase; and Bil, from bila, to break up or dissolve. Hjuki and Bil, therefore, signify nothing more than the waxing and waning of the moon, and the water they are represented as bearing signifies the fact that the rainfall depends on the phases of the moon. Waxing and waning were individualized, and the meteorological fact of the connection of the rain with the moon was represented by the children as water-bearers. But though Jack and Jill became by degrees dissevered in the popular mind from the moon, the original myth went through a fresh phase, and exists still under a new form. The Norse superstition attributed theft to the moon, and the vulgar soon began to believe that the figure they saw in the moon was the thief. The lunar specks certainly may be made to resemble one figure, but only a lively imagination can discern two. The girl soon dropped out of popular mythology, the boy oldened into a venerable man, he retained his pole, and the bucket was transformed into the thing he had stolen--sticks or vegetables. The theft was in some places exchanged for Sabbath-breaking, especially among those in Protestant countries who were acquainted with the Bible story of the stick-gatherer." 22

The German Grimm, who was by no means a grim German, but a very genial story-teller, also maintains this transformation of the original myth." Plainly enough the water-pole of the heathen story has been

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transformed into the axe's shaft, and the carried pail into the thornbush; the general idea of theft was retained, but special stress laid on the keeping of the Christian holiday, the man suffers punishment not so much for cutting firewood, as because he did it on a Sunday." 23 Manifestly "Jack and Jill went up the hill" is more than a Runic rhyme, and like many more of our popular strains might supply us with a most interesting and instructive entertainment; but we must hasten on with the moon-man.

We come next to Britain. Alexander Neckam, a learned English abbot, poet, and scholar, born in St. Albans, in 1157, in commenting on the dispersed shadow in the moon, thus alluded to the vulgar belief: "Nonne novisti quid vulgus vocet rusticum in luna portantem spinas? Unde quidam vulgariter loquens ait,

Rusticus in Luna
Quem sarcina deprimit una
Monstrat per spinas
Nulli prodesse rapinas." 24

This may be rendered, "Do you not know what the people call the rustic in the moon who carries the thorns? Whence one vulgarly speaking says,

"The Rustic in the moon,
Whose burden weighs him down,
This changeless truth reveals,
He profits not who steals."

Thomas Wright considers Neckam's Latin version of this popular distich "very curious, as being the

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earliest allusion we have to the popular legend of the man in the moon." We are specially struck with the reference to theft; while no less noteworthy is the absence of that sabbatarianism, which is the "moral" of the nursery tale.

In the British Museum there is a manuscript of English poetry of the thirteenth century, containing an old song composed probably about the middle of that century. It was first printed by Ritson in his Ancient Songs, the earliest edition of which was published in London, in 1790. The first lines are as follows:

"Mon in the mone stond ant strit,
On is bot-forke is burthen he bereth
Hit is muche wonder that he na down slyt,
For doute leste he valle he shoddreth and shereth." 25

 

 

In the Archæological Journal we are presented with a relic from the fourteenth century. "Mr. Hudson Taylor submitted to the Committee a drawing of an impression of a very remarkable personal seal, here

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represented of the full size. It is appended to a deed (preserved in the Public Record Office) dated in the ninth year of Edward the Third, whereby Walter de Grendene, clerk, sold to Margaret, his mother, one messuage, a barn and four acres of ground in the parish of Kingston-on-Thames. The device appears to be founded on the ancient popular legend that a husbandman who had stolen a bundle of thorns from a hedge was, in punishment of his theft, carried up to the moon. The legend reading Te Waltere docebo cur spinas phebo gero, 'I will teach you, Walter, why I carry thorns in the moon,' seems to be an enigmatical mode of expressing the maxim that honesty is the best policy." 26

About fifty years later, in the same century, Geoffrey Chaucer, in his Troylus and Creseide adverts to the subject in these lines:

"(Quod Pandarus) Thou hast a full great care
Lest the chorl may fall out of the moone."
                                   (Book i. Stanza 147.)

And in another place he says of Lady Cynthia, or the moon:

"Her gite was gray, and full of spottis blake,
And on her brest a chorl painted ful even,
Bering a bush of thornis on his backe,
Whiche for his theft might clime so ner the heaven."

Whether Chaucer wrote the Testament and Complaint of Creseide, in which these latter lines occur, is doubted, though it is frequently ascribed to him. 27

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Dr. Reginald Peacock, Bishop of Chichester, in his Repressor, written about 1449, combats "this opinioun, that a man which stale sumtyme a birthan of thornis was sett in to the moone, there for to abide for euere."

Thomas Dekker, a British dramatist, wrote in 1630: "A starre? Nay, thou art more than the moone, for thou hast neither changing quarters, nor a man standing in thy circle with a bush of thornes." 28

And last, but not least, amid the tuneful train, William Shakespeare, without whom no review of English literature or of poetic lore could be complete, twice mentions the man in the moon. First, in the Midsummer Night's Dream, Act iii. Scene 1, Quince the carpenter gives directions for the performance of Pyramus and Thisby, who "meet by moonlight," and says, "One must come in with a bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say he comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of Moonshine." Then in Act v. the player of that part says, "All that I have to say is, to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog." And, secondly, in the Tempest, Act ii., Scene 2, Caliban and Stephano in dialogue:

"Cal. Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?
Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee. I was the man i' the moon, when time was.
Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: my mistress show'd me thee, thy dog, and bush."

Robert Chambers refers the following singular

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lines to the man in the moon: adding, "The allusion to Jerusalem pipes is curious; Jerusalem is often applied, in Scottish popular fiction, to things of a nature above this world":

"I sat upon my houtie croutie (hams),
I lookit owre my rumple routie (haunch),
And saw John Heezlum Peezlum
Playing on Jerusalem pipes." 29

Here is an old-fashioned couplet belonging probably to our northern borders:

"The man in the moon
Sups his sowins with a cutty spoon."

Halliwell explains sowins to be a Northumberland dish of coarse oatmeal and milk, and a cutty spoon to be a very small spoon. 30

Wales is not without a memorial of this myth, for Mr. Baring-Gould tells us that "there is an ancient pictorial representation of our friend the Sabbath-breaker in Gyffyn Church, near Conway. The roof of the chancel is divided into compartments, in four of which are the evangelistic symbols, rudely, yet effectively painted. Besides these symbols is delineated in each compartment an orb of heaven. The sun, the moon, and two stars, are placed at the feet of the Angel, the Bull, the Lion, and the Eagle. The representation of the moon is as follows: in the disk is the conventional man with his bundle of sticks, but without the dog." 31 Mr. Gould says, "our friend the Sabbath-breaker perhaps the artist

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would have said "the thief," for stealing appears to be more antique.

 

REPRESENTATION IN GYFFYN CHURCH, NEAR CONWAY.
REPRESENTATION IN GYFFYN CHURCH, NEAR CONWAY.

 

A French superstition, lingering to the present day, regards the man in the moon as Judas Iscariot, transported to the moon for his treason. This plainly is a Christian invention. Some say the figure is Isaac bearing a burthen of wood for the sacrifice of himself on Mount Moriah. Others that it is Cain carrying a bundle of thorns on his shoulder, and offering to the Lord the cheapest gift from the field. 32 This was Dante's view, as the succeeding passages will show:

"For now doth Cain with fork of thorns confine
On either hemisphere, touching the wave
Beneath the towers of Seville. Yesternight
The moon was round."
                             (Hell. Canto xx., line 123.)

"But tell, I pray thee, whence the gloomy spots
Upon this body, which below on earth
Give rise to talk of Cain in fabling quaint?"
(Paradise, ii. 50.) 33

 

Conquest

 







Governor Breck :

Caesar! 



Caesar :

Your Servant. 

Your Creature. 

Your Animal! 


Governor Breck :

But I saw you DIE!


Caesar :

The King is Dead -- 

Long Live The King! 

Tell me, Breck, before you DIE --

How do WE differ from the dogs and cats 

you and your kind used to love? 

Why did you turn us from pets into SLAVES? 





Governor Breck :

Because your kind were once our ancestors. 

Man was born of the ape. 

And there's STILL an ape curled up inside of every Man. 

The Beast that must be whipped into submission. 

The Savage that has to be shackled in chains. 

You ARE that beast, Caesar. 

You taint us. You poison our guts! 

When... When we hate you, we're... 

We're hating The Dark Side of Ourselves. 

 

Caesar :
Take him. Go! 

MacDonald :
Caesar! 
Caesar. This is not how it was to be. 

Caesar :
In your view or mine

MacDonald :
Violence prolongs Hate. 
Hate prolongs Violence.
By what right are you spilling blood? 

Caesar :
The Slave's right to punish his persecutors. 

MacDonald :
Caesar. I, a descendant of slaves, 
am asking you to show Humanity. 

Caesar :
But I was not born human. 

MacDonald :
I know. The child of the evolved apes. 
Whose children shall Rule The Earth. 
For better or for worse

Caesar :
Do you think it could be worse? 

MacDonald :
Do you think this riot will win freedom for all your kind?
By tomorrow... 

Caesar :
By tomorrow, it will be too late
A tiny, mindless insect like the emperor moth can communicate with another over a distance of 80 miles. 

MacDonald :
An Emperor Ape might do slightly better? 

Caesar :
Slightly. What you have seen here today, apes on the five continents will be imitating tomorrow. 

MacDonald :
With knives against guns? 
With kerosene cans against flame-throwers? 

Caesar :
Where there is Fire, there is Smoke. 
And, in that Smoke, from this day forward, 
My People will crouch and conspire and plot and plan 
for the inevitable day of Man's downfall. 

The Day when he finally and self-destructively turns his weapons against his own kind. 

The Day of the writing in the sky, 
when your cities lie buried under radioactive rubble. 

When the sea is a dead sea and the land is a wasteland out of which I will lead my people from their captivity. 

And we shall build our own cities in which there will be no place for humans, except to serve our ends. 

And we shall found our own armies, 
our own religion, our own dynasty! 

And that day is upon you... now


Lisa :
N...No!

Caesar : 
But now... 
Now we will put away our hatred. 
Now we will put down our weapons. 

We have passed through the Night of the Fires. 
And those who were Our Masters are now Our Servants. 

And we, who are Not Human, can afford to be humane. 

Destiny is The Will of God. 

And, if it is Man's Destiny to be dominated, 
it is God's Will that he be dominated 
with compassion and understanding

So, cast out your vengeance. 
Tonight, we have seen the birth of 
The Planet of the Apes!

Escape





I did it because I hate those who try to alter Destiny
which is the unalterable Will of God. 



Dr. Lewis Dixon :
We'll need a full autopsy. 
 With special emphasis on the cranial and oral areas. 
 Let us know when the report comes in. 
 Will you, please? 

I'd better do this alone. 

******

Dr. Lewis Dixon :
Um, we mean you no, uh, harm
D- Do you understand? 
We will not Hurt You. 

ZIRA :
Poor Dr. Milo... 

Dr. Lewis Dixon :
Doctor
 
ZIRA :
Yes. Doctor. 
You killed him! 

Dr. Lewis Dixon :
No, no I didn't. He did. 
One of your own kind. 

ZIRA :
He's a gorilla
 
Dr. Lewis Dixon :
Well, look, uh, there's nothing 
to be afraid of. 
You see, he's in chains. 
He's under sedation. 

Do you understand that? 
 
ZIRA :
I shouldI've been doing it 
half my life to humans. 
 
Dr. Lewis Dixon :
Humans..? 

ZIRA :
I'm A Psychiatrist. 

Dr. Lewis Dixon :
 Oh, uh, well, I'm -- 
I'm A Psychiatrist.... too.... 

Do you, uh, have A Name? 

CORNELIUS :
My Name is Cornelius
 This is My Wife, Zira
 
Dr. Lewis Dixon :
And I'm Lewis. Lewis Dixon. 
 .....Nobody's going to believe this!

ZIRA :
Believe what? 
 
Dr. Lewis Dixon :
That primitive apes can talk!
 
ZIRA :
Primitive?!

Dr. Lewis Dixon :
Uh, well, I mean that in our, um... 
 uh, primitive, um, Civilization... 

 Apes just don't talk. 

 I mean, I think it's important... 
 that when our primitive security 
precautions are lifted... 
 that the first time you say 
anything in public... 
 you should talk to, what 
we primitively call... 
 "The Right People."

ZIRA : 
 May I Say Something... 
personal

Dr. Lewis Dixon :
 Please.

ZIRA : 
 I Like You.

CORNELIUS : 
 I have, from The Beginning. 


*****

Dr. Lewis Dixon : 
You were fabulous!
Just wonderful! 
 
STEVIE :
You were marvelous. 
 They loved you. 
All that applause. 

Dr. Lewis Dixon :
 But, there was a moment
 

ZIRA :
There was, when he started to ask us —
 
CORNELIUS :
Zira! 

ZIRA : 
Cornelius, I think we should tell them. 
 

CORNELIUS :
No. 
 
ZIRA :
But o-only to Lewis and Stevie. 
 

CORNELIUS :
Oh, Zira. 

ZIRA :
 I have to be honest with someone
 Cornelius, please. 
 You tell them. 


CORNELIUS :
 Well, you see... 
We did know Colonel Taylor. 
 We came to love him. 

Dr. Lewis Dixon :
 I don't understand what harm there could be 
in telling that to The Commission. 


CORNELIUS :
 Where we come from, 
 uh, Apes did not love Humans. 
 
They, uh, hunted them for Sport... 
 uh, much as you would animals. 

ZIRA :
 Yes. We used their bodies, 
alive and deadexperimentally 
for anatomical dissection 
and scientific research. 

Dr. Lewis Dixon :
 Well, uh, we do the same thing to animals. 
I mean, as a scientist, I sympathise... 
 but, uh, I agree that that's a revelation 
the masses would not take kindly to.
 
 I think you did The Right Thing in denying 
knowledge of Colonel Taylor. 
 
ZIRA :
There was another reason. 
 
Dr. Lewis Dixon :
What? 

ZIRA :
 They would have asked
 if he was still alive
 
Dr. Lewis Dixon :
And is he? 

CORNELIUS :
Oh, no, no, no, he can't be. 

Dr. Lewis Dixon :
 Well, how do you know? 
 

CORNELIUS :
Because —

Dr. Lewis Dixon :
Well? 


CORNELIUS :
 From the windows of the spaceship 
We saw the Earth... 
 destroyed

++++++



Khan Noonian Singh :
I had planned it all so well. In just one month, 
we move on to our winter quarters in Florida. 
I could have released you in the Everglades, and, oh
my dear, dear friends... you might have lived 
happily ever after. 

But now, what can I do? 

Zira :
You have done enough to make us 
grateful to you forever

Khan Noonian Singh :
I did it because I like chimpanzees best of all apes 
and you, the best of all chimpanzees. 

I did it because I hate those 
who try to alter Destiny,
 which is the unalterable 
Will of God. 

And if it is Man's Destiny one day 
to be dominated... 
then, oh, please, God, let Him 
be dominated by such as you. 

All I can now do to help you...
is give you this for The Baby --
It's a medal of St. Francis of Assisi. 

Cornelius :
Who is he? 

Khan Noonian Singh :
He was -- a holy man who loved 
and cared for all animals. Yes. 

Zira :
Oh, thank you. 

Khan Noonian Singh :
We'll hang it around The Baby's neck. 
For protection, huh? 

Cornelius :
Thank you. 

Khan Noonian Singh :
Yes. And now, my dear, dear friends... 
before The Police come and 
The Audience gathers... 
you and your pretty baby must go. 
Lewis is on his way. 

Zira :
Armando. 

Khan Noonian Singh :
Yes? 

Zira :
I should like to say good-bye to Heloise first. 

Khan Noonian Singh :
If only she could speak, she would say 
how very sorry she is. 

Zira :
I know, but we understand each other. 

Khan Noonian Singh :
All right. All right. 


++++++

Senator Pastore: 
All right Rogers, you've got the floor.

Mr. Rogers: 
Senator Pastore, this is a philosophical statement 
and would take about ten minutes to read, 
so I'll not do that. 

One of the first things that A Child learns 
in a healthy family is Trust, and 
I Trust what you have said
that you will read this. 

It's very important to me. 
I care deeply about children.

Senator Pastore: 
Will it make you happy if you read it?

Mr. Rogers: 
I'd just like to talk about it, if it's alright. 

My first children's program was on WQED 
fifteen years ago, and its budget was $30. 
Now, with the help of the Sears-Roebuck Foundation 
and National Educational Television, 
as well as all of the affiliated stations -- 
each station pays to show our program. 

It's a unique kind of funding 
in educational television. 
With this help, now Our Program 
has a budget of $6000. 

It may sound like quite a difference, 
but $6000 pays for less than 
two minutes of cartoons. 
Two minutes of animated, 
what I sometimes say
bombardment

I'm very much concerned, as I know you are, 
about what's being delivered to 
Our Children in This Country. 

And I've worked in the field of 
child development for six years now, 
trying to understand 
the inner needs 
of children. 

We deal with such things as -- 
as the inner drama of childhood. 

We don't have to bop somebody over the head to...
make drama on the screen. 

We deal with such things as getting a haircut
or the feelings about brothers and sisters, 
and the kind of anger that arises 
in simple family situations. 

And we speak to it constructively.

Senator Pastore: 
How long of a program is it?

Mr. Rogers: 
It's a half hour every day. 
Most channels schedule it in the 
noontime as well as in the evening. 
WETA here has scheduled it 
in the late afternoon.

Senator Pastore: 
Could we get a copy of this so that we can see it? 
Maybe not today, but I'd like to see the program.

Mr. Rogers
I'd like very much for you to see it.

Senator Pastore
I'd like to see the program itself, 
or any one of them.

Mr. Rogers: 
We made a hundred programs for EEN, 
the Eastern Educational Network, 
and then when the money ran out,
 people in Boston and Pittsburgh and Chicago 
all came to the fore and said 
"We've got to have more of this 
neighborhood expression 
of Care."

And this is what -- 
This is What I Give. 

I give an Expression of Care every day to each child, 
to help him realize that he is unique. 

I end the program by saying, 
"You've made this day a special day, 
by just your being you. 
There's no person in the whole world 
like you, and I like you
just the way you are.

And I feel that if we in public television 
can only make it clear that 
feelings are mentionable and manageable
we will have done a great service for mental health. 

I think that it's much more dramatic that 
two men could be working out 
their feelings of anger -- 
much more dramatic than showing 
something of gunfire

I'm constantly concerned about what our children are seeing,
 and for 15 years I have tried in this country and Canada, 
to present what I feel is a meaningful Expression of Care.

Senator Pastore
Do you narrate it?

Mr. Rogers
I'm The Host, yes. And I do all the puppets 
and I write all the music, and 
I write all the scripts --

Senator Pastore: 
Well, I'm supposed to be a pretty tough guy
and this is the first time I've had goose bumps 
for the last two days.

Mr. Rogers
Well, I'm grateful, not only for your goose bumps
but for your interest in -- in 
our kind of communication. 

Could I tell you the words of one of the songs
which I feel is very important?

Senator Pastore : 
Yes.

Mr. Rogers
This has to do with that good feeling of Control
which I feel that children need to know is there

And it starts out, 
"What do you do with the 
mad that you feel?" 

And that first line came 
straight from a child. 

I work with children doing puppets in -- 
in very personal communication 
with small groups:

"What do you do with the 
mad that you feel?"

When you feel so mad 
you could bite.
 
When the whole wide world 
seems oh so wrong, 
and nothing you do 
seems very right. 

What do you do? 
Do you punch a bag? 
Do you pound some clay or some dough? 
Do you round up friends for a game of tag 
or see how fast you go? 

It's great to be able to stop 
when you've planned 
a thing that's wrong

And be able to do something else 
instead, and think this song --

'I can stop when I want to. 
Can stop when I wish. 
Can stop, stop, stop anytime....
And what a good feeling to feel like this! 
And know that the feeling is really mine. 
Know that there's something deep inside 
that helps us become what we can. 
For a girl can be someday a lady, 
and a boy can be someday a man.'

Senator Pastore: 
I think it's wonderful. 
I think it's wonderful. 
Looks like you just earned 
the 20 million dollars.


Beneath




"It was very imprudent of him, but when Barry saw the splendor of the chevalier's appearance, 
the nobleness of his manner, 
he felt it impossible to keep disguise with him. 

Those who have never been out of Their Country know little what it is to hear a friendly voice in captivity, 
and as many a man who will not understand the cause of the burst of feeling which was now about to take place. 


The chevalier was as much affected as Barry at thus finding one of his countrymen. 

For he too was an exile from home.  

And a friendly voice, a look, brought The Old Country back to his memory again.


Charlton Heston was reluctant to reprise the role of George Taylor for this movie, believing that 

Taylor's struggles were what drove the first movie,

 and that story had already reached its conclusion. 


A Sequel, in his opinion, would be a lackluster 

"Adventures amongst the monkeys"


He eventually agreed to appear on condition that his scenes had to be shot within a two week period. 


He also insisted that Taylor had to be killed. 


He agreed to a compromise in which he'd disappear in the beginning of the film and reappear to die at the end. 


Heston claims in the documentary Behind The Planet of The Apes (1998) that he personally suggested the ending, saying, 


"Why don't I just set off this bomb 

and destroy The World. 


That's the end of the sequels."





MUTANT PRIEST :
I trust this simple ceremony convinced you of our peaceable intentions, and I'd like to thank you for your cooperation.

Astronaut BRENT :
When may we hope to be set free?

MUTANT PRIEST :
You may hope whenever you please, Mr. Brent.
How could we hope to let you go on the eve of war, Mr. Brent?
You know too many of Our Secrets, 
like Your Friend.

Astronaut BRENT :
Taylor!

Astronaut TAYLOR :
You're Brent!

Astronaut BRENT :
My God, Taylor!

Astronaut TAYLOR :
How in the hell did you get here?

Astronaut BRENT :
The same way you did.
Spaceship, ape city, subway...

Astronaut TAYLOR :
By yourself?

Astronaut BRENT :
No, Nova found me.

Astronaut TAYLOR :
Nova?
Is she with you? Where?

Astronaut BRENT :
I don't know. 
They separated us.
They tried to make me kill her.

MUTANT PRIEST :
Mr. Taylor, Mr. Brent, we're peaceful people.
We don't kill Our Enemies.
We get Our Enemies to kill each other.




NOVA :
(Gutteral, desperate and stragulated)
TAY-LOR..!!





ZIRA :
Nova!
What are you doing here?
(Astronaut Brent enters behind her)
Taylor?!

Astronaut BRENT :
No, not Taylor. 
My Name's Brent.

ZIRA :
You talked!

That's impossible.
In a whole lifetime devoted to the scientific study of humans, I've only found one other like you who could talk.

Taylor.

ZIRA :
Is he alive?
Have you seen him?
Where? 

Astronaut BRENT :
Where? Tell us.

ZIRA :
Where? Where?

Astronaut BRENT :
I don't know where.
I'm trying to find him.
The longer I stay, the less I'm beginning to care.

CORNELIUS :
Oh, now, we loved Taylor.
He was a fine, a unique specimen.
Why, if it had not been for Zira here, he... he would still be here, a stuffed specimen in the great hall of the Zaius Museum, with his two friends.

Astronaut BRENT :
With his two friends...?
Well, I don't plan to stay around here quite that long.
Look, can you get me some food, some... some water, a map... a map, so at least I'll have some idea where I'm heading?

ZIRA :
You'll want that taken care of, too.

CORNELIUS :
I'll get the map.

Now, if you will look up here, ah, yes, 
towards The North.

This was the last place that we saw Taylor and Nova.

Astronaut BRENT :
What is that damn stuff?

ZIRA :
You wouldn't know if I told you.
Just relax --
Among other things, I'm a trained vet.

Astronaut BRENT :
Oh, great. 
Go on, go on.

CORNELIUS :
Taylor was riding with Nova here, between The Lake and The Sea.

Yes, they were heading deep into the territory we call...

Astronaut BRENT :
Yes, I know.
The Forbidden Zone.

CORNELIUS :
Who told you that?
Hmm?

ZIRA :
Your glorious leader back there.

CORNELIUS :
Zira!

Quick. Quick.

Dr. ZAIUS :
Cornelius, open the door.

ZIRA :
Put the things away.


Open it!

CORNELIUS :
Dr. Zaius, how nice.
We were just about to have something to eat.

Not until I've talked some sense to that headstrong wife of yours.
Where is she?

ZIRA :
Good day, Dr. Zaius.

CORNELIUS :
Has there been an accident?

ZIRA :
Cornelius hit me.

CORNELIUS :
Huh?

ZIRA :
For my bad behavior at the meeting.


I don't blame him.

ZIRA :
I don't resent it, but... his nails need clipping.

CORNELIUS :
Enough of this nonsense.
Are you so blind, you two psychologists that you're unaware that we're on the verge of a grave crisis?
You heard Ursus' speech.

ZIRA :
Militaristic tripe.

CORNELIUS :
Zira!

Perhaps. But now he has the incident he requires to go on a rampage of conquest.

ZIRA :
But that is appalling!

To remain silent while this bully Ursus is permitted to destroy everything in his path is no longer possible.

As Minister of Science, it's my duty to find out whether some other form of life exists.

CORNELIUS :
Where are you going?

Into the Forbidden Zone with Ursus.

ZIRA :
Another manhunt, Doctor?

Someone or some thing has outwitted the intelligence of the gorillas.

ZIRA :
That shouldn't be difficult.

CORNELIUS :
Shh, Zira.

We apes have learned to live in innocence.
Let no one, be it man or some other creature, dare to contaminate that innocence.

ZIRA :
Why, is innocence so evil?

Ignorance is!

There's a time for Truth.

ZIRA :
And the time is always now.
Are you asking me to surrender my principles?

I am asking you to be the guardians of the higher principles of science during my absence.
I am asking for a truce with your personal convictions in an hour of public danger.

CORNELIUS :
And you shall have it, Dr. Zaius, 
or I shall hit her again.

Let us have no violence, Cornelius.
Now, I'm relying on you both.

CORNELIUS :
And we are counting on you, too, Doctor.
If I should fail to return from the unknown, the whole future of our civilization may be yours to preserve or destroy, so think well before you act.

CORNELIUS :
Good-bye, Dr. Zaius, and good luck.


ZIRA :
Let me finish this up and get you out of here!

Astronaut BRENT :
Yeah, get me out of here, please.

I've seen the delicate, humane way they treat humans here.

I don't much care for it.

CORNELIUS :
Have you a horse?

Astronaut BRENT :
Yeah, out in the scrub.

ZIRA :
I'd better get you another set of clothes, the kind fit for humans, like yourself.

CORNELIUS :
You'll pass. Get rid of this.
And this, too.

If you are caught by the gorillas, you must remember one thing --


Astronaut BRENT :
What's that?

CORNELIUS :
NEVER to Speak.


Astronaut BRENT :
What the hell would I have to say to a gorilla?

CORNELIUS :
But you don't understand :
Only apes can speak -- 
Not her, and not you.

If they catch you speaking, they will dissect you and they will kill you in that order.

ZIRA :
Cornelius is right.
Be very careful.
And get out of these things you're wearing as soon as you can.

Astronaut BRENT :
Thanks.

ZIRA :
Thank us by finding Taylor.

Astronaut BRENT :
Yeah, if he's still alive.


In one of the countless billions of galaxies in The Universe, lies a medium-sized star —


And one of its satellites, a green and insignificant planet


— is now Dead.