Tuesday, 22 February 2022

Credible Employment



3. Credible Employment

"This lecture examines the role and meanings of the word 'vocation' in Milton's life-long meditation on (and concern for) what it means to be Chosen by God

Milton's profound anxiety in the years following his graduation from Cambridge regarding his poetic career and, more specifically, his status as a Christian poet selected by God for Greatness is outlined. 

The topic is traced through Milton's polemical treatise The Reason of Church Government, the poem "Ad Patrem," and the author's correspondence. 

Particular emphasis is placed on Milton's interpretations of the parable of the talents and the parable of the workers in the vineyard.

Substantial context on the nature of election and salvation is supplied from the writings of John Calvin and Max Weber.



We’ve looked at Milton’s earliest poem, or what Milton wants us to think of as his earliest poem, from a couple of different perspectives. So you remember our examination on Monday of the Nativity Ode, which I took to be an early poetic achievement in Milton’s career, and which Milton himself took to be an early poetic achievement in his career; but we also looked at the Nativity Ode as a poem or a kind of statement about the very nature of an early poetic achievement, and about Milton’s sense of the nature of a poetic career in general. And I think this can be said: this is true of a number of Milton’s earliest lyrics. The early poems are not merely brilliant literary exercises in and of themselves, although of course they are that. The early lyrics are also instances, moments, in Milton’s life-long meditation on what it is to be a poet. And I think it’s fair to say that Milton’s reconceptualization of the role of the poet permanently altered the way in which later generations, especially later generations of writers and poets, would imagine the work of poetry and imagine the power of the poet. In this respect Milton’s contribution to the Western literary imagination is really unparalleled.

Milton represented himself as a poet more often and with more care and attention than any English poet before him. And in fact it often strikes us that Milton’s poetry seems so absolutely new and so original because he’s really the first poet who, in a number of ways, in a number of different registers, seems often to be doing little more than describing himself, justifying himself, or accounting for himself. And it’s this procedure of self-accounting that I want to focus on today as we look at Milton’s amazing sense of his vocation as a poet and Milton’s sense of poetry-writing as an example of what he calls in one context an example of “credible employment.”

Now Milton never writes a formal autobiography. But Milton’s body of poetry and his substantial body of prose, most of it polemical prose – this stuff is littered with what are clearly, recognizably, and explicitly autobiographical passages; and the degree to which you find yourself having some sort of affinity with this poet, with Milton, will probably correspond to the degree to which you find yourself enjoying or having some kind of tolerance for Milton’s propensity for self-representation and self-accounting. I think one of the most striking experiences of reading Milton’s prose works – and they’re typically polemical, political tracts in nature – is the recognition of this writer’s willingness to insert himself, to insinuate his own private meditations and self-reflections, into the otherwise public and often political concerns of the treatise. So Milton will continually be saying in his prose tracts, “Oh! I just had an idea. Dear reader, before I go on, perhaps I should say something about myself. I need to explain something to you about where I’m coming from. You wonder who I am to tell you this? Let me give you an account of myself and let me establish the reasons why you need to go on listening to me and why you should believe my position on this or that political or ecclesiastical topic.”

It’s this drive to constant self-definition that becomes the characteristic feature of Milton’s work for later generations. The Romantic poets like Blake and Wordsworth and Shelley and Keats in the nineteenth century are continually looking back to just those moments in Milton, Milton’s method of self-justification and surprising self-assertion, because it was precisely in Milton’s exercises in autobiographical writing that a crucial element of literary practice gets established: and that’s the element of the poet’s meditation on the meaning of his vocation as a poet. Milton is magnificently free of the pressures of modesty and reticence. And that freedom, the liberation from that burden, also becomes an enormous part of his appeal for later generations of writers. It’s just a fact that Milton is shockingly unembarrassed about making public all of his highest literary ambitions. There’s every indication that Milton believed, as I had mentioned before, at an unconscionably early age, that poetry was his vocation. And he’s continually willing to make that belief a public one.

By “vocation” I’m not merely thinking of a job, although certainly the modern sense of vocation as a form of employment is certainly one that’s available to Milton and certainly present in his thinking about the vocation; but I also mean vocation in its earlier, more etymologically pure sense, the literal sense of the word: vocation as a calling, from the Latin vocare. One’s vocation is that to which one has been called – called presumably by God – to perform. So you have two rather competing senses of the word “vocation” here, vocation as employment and vocation as a calling, and they’re constantly for Milton bleeding into one another, these two senses of the word, and often struggling with one another or competing with one another. Milton was always wrestling with the problem of vocation in all of its meanings, and the problem of what a calling actually is and how one actually knows one has a calling is a problem that pulsates somewhere beneath most of the lines of poetry that Milton writes.

The most stunning of all of the anticipatory career narratives that I had mentioned in the last class appears in the passage of The Reason of Church Government that you read for today, so I’m going to ask you to turn to your Hughes editions and look at the top of the left-hand column of page 668. This is where Milton describes the outpouring of enthusiasm that he received for his poetry from a number of learned Italians during his recent travels to Italy. This is the top of the left-hand column on 668. Milton:

…I began thus far to assent both to them and divers of my friends here at home, and not less to an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, [and think about this inward prompting: is it the self’s own prompting or is this a prompting experienced internally, a prompting of God, a vocation?] that by labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life) joined with the strong propensity of nature, [I agreed with all of these voices that] I might perhaps leave something so written to aftertimes, as they should not willingly let it die.

Now it’s clear here that Milton is imagining this future work, the work that “aftertimes will not willingly let die,” as the fulfillment of a professional career. We certainly don’t here have an image of a poet whose poetry is being written effortlessly or easily as the young Milton seems convinced that Shakespeare’s poetry had been written. In L’Allegro and in Il Penseroso, which you’ll be reading soon–or especially in L’Allegro, Milton is able to say that Shakespeare simply “warble[d] his… Wood-notes wild.” He was able to produce all those magnificent plays simply by instinct: a kind of natural urge produced and generated all of that poetry. But Milton portrays himself as a laborer here, a poet who by labor and intense study actually has to work to produce the great poem. Milton’s divine vocation, his calling, seems in this light to be something like a vocation in the modern sense: it’s a job that exacts work or labor.

Now look at page 671 again on the top of the left-hand column. Here Milton is elaborating on the details of his anticipation of his undying fame. This is a polemical tract about a new way in which the Anglican church government should be organized. What in the hell is all of this doing here? Milton’s reporting to the English people how he imagines his future literary fame. It’s extraordinarily and wonderfully inappropriate. Milton’s not making just any idle suggestion that he will write a poem that future generations will find themselves incapable of forgetting. This is the left-hand column on 671:

Neither do I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader, that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapors of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist, or the trencher of fury of a riming parasite…

Out of nowhere you get this sense of anger on Milton’s part and this kind of contempt that he feels and he will feel for the rest of his life: his contempt of his poetic competitors, his contemporary poets – all of whom are vulgarians in this characterization.

…nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her Siren daughters, [these are all forms of poetic inspiration that Milton is declaring he is rejecting here – Milton’s work, the great work will emerge instead from] …devout prayer to that eternal spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases.

It’s an amazing passage. You have at the end of this sentence that same – and you’ll remember this – that same image of prophetic preparation with which Milton had begun the Nativity Ode, but you’ll remember that line, “from out his secret Altar touched with hallow’d fire.” Like the old Hebrew prophet Isaiah, Milton will be inspired to write his great work when the iniquity of his lips is purged, when the eternal spirit touches with hallowed fire the lips of whom he pleases. Milton is going to be a great poet because it has pleased God to have chosen him, because God has called Milton to serve as a human conduit for the conveyance of divine knowledge; and so according to this concluding image here of this sentence, Milton’s imagining himself more or less in the traditional image of the great biblical prophets, the passive vehicle through which the Deity transmits His awe-inspiring message.

But this pious subservience that you have ending this passage – and certainly it’s consonant with that image from the Nativity Ode – nonetheless, I think it’s safe to say that it comes as quite a shock when you consider the sentence as a whole. Milton had begun the sentence not with calm, prophetic certainty about his divine vocation. He began it with a far more secular set of images, a set of images that comes from the world of business. It’s a set of images that couldn’t be more foreign or more alien to the prophetic mode of the Old Testament prophets. Milton begins by saying that he was going to write a great work because he’s “indebted,” because he owes the English people something after all of their patient waiting: “[Nor] do I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader, that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted.” And according to this image of the vocation of the poet, Milton isn’t claiming divine inspiration at all. He’s making a deal.

Milton makes a covenant with the reader. It’s as if he’s signing a contract because he’s asking for credit here. “Please let me borrow…” – what on earth would the readers of this polemical tract care about Milton’s literary future? He’s no one to them except a political polemicist, but nonetheless this is a remarkable logic – “Please give me a little more time, patient readers, as I prepare to write the great English epic.” And like any shrewd borrower, Milton promises that the credit extended will prove an excellent investment. Milton will leave something “so written to aftertimes, as they should not willingly let it die.”

So think about this sentence with its combination of commercial rhetoric and prophetic language, making explicit the competing models really for the production of the great poem. So the first model is that the poem will be the result of the poet’s labor, his hard work, the expense of which will be assumed by the reader’s credit. That’s the secular, the economic image. And the second model is that the poem will be the consequence of the poet’s humble prayers to the eternal spirit, a spirit who doesn’t inspire the poet who works the hardest but simply the poet whom it pleases the spirit to inspire. And so in the sentence that we’ve just looked at at some length now we have embodied in the form of a shifting argument – a really slippery argument – the two senses of the word vocation: vocation as a job and vocation as a divine calling. And I’d go so far to say that most of the really, truly memorable moments in Milton’s poetry and prose have been generated by some version of just this conflict. Milton’s poetry is always emerging from the gap between the competing meanings of a particularly important and weighty concept like that of vocation.

Now to some extent we shouldn’t find ourselves surprised that we see at the heart of Milton’s statement anticipating his future greatness something of a contradiction concerning the idea of a vocation. It’s just this uncertain status of a whole raft of ideas associated with vocation that really fissured and fractured the spiritual lives of countless seventeenth-century puritans. Milton is inheriting here an enormously rich tradition of thought on this subject. According to the sixteenth-century Protestant theologian Jean Calvin – a Swiss theologian, or actually French but he lives in Geneva – God chooses us, God elects us for salvation and damnation. We ourselves, of course, have no choice whatsoever in the matter. And this belief that’s called Calvinist predestination is really at the heart of mainstream English Puritanism at this point. Our salvation is entirely in God’s hands.

But it seemed to a lot of followers of Calvin that it was a matter – and you can imagine why – it was a matter of some urgency and a matter of some importance to know whether one had actually been elected by God for salvation. We need some proof of our salvation simply to get up in the morning actually, when you think about it, and the only proof for so many of Milton’s contemporaries seemed to lay in the degree of visible success that they seemed to have enjoyed. And so then, much as now, one of the most obvious signs of success was, of course, financial. The means by which we could discern whether God had called on us to join the elect was by discerning the profitability of our vocation – vocation in the secular sense of employment – and so you can probably see something like the strangely perverse logic that could begin to attach itself to the puritan belief in God’s predestination of all human beings either to salvation or damnation.

It’s generally understood that this is not at all what Calvin had intended, but it’s what happened nonetheless: one felt that one had to prove to others, and maybe more importantly to prove to oneself, that one has already been predestined by God. For salvation one has to be successful, and the only way to assure one’s success is to labor, of course: to work hard, to achieve through effort that success which one secretly feared should already have been achieved by means of predestination.There’s an irrational inversion of cause and effect here, and it’s a magnificent paradox: God chooses us based on no work of our own, but we find ourselves working as hard as we possibly can in order to demonstrate to ourselves that we have, in fact, already been chosen.

According to the German sociologist Max Weber – the founder of the discipline of sociology who pioneers the study of the sociological impact of Protestant theology at the beginning of the twentieth century – it is precisely this backwards and cruel logic that’s responsible for what he – and it’s an enormous claim, essentially insupportable, but it’s this backwards, crazily inverted logic that’s responsible for the economic progress of the northern Europeans – for what Weber calls the emergence of the “Protestant work ethic.” So historians can and in fact have many times taken issue with a lot of Weber’s historical claims. But he’s invaluable, as the critic John Guillory has argued, for our purposes in the understanding of Milton and of a lot of the cultural business of the seventeenth century in general.

The assumption among a lot of reformation Protestants in Milton’s day was that what God commands above all else is our labor, our investment, and God expects after our labor and investment that we have something to show for it at the end – it makes sense - that we have in some way profited. And so it’s here at this intensely awkward point at which Protestantism and capitalism, two seemingly disparate spheres of activity and thought and being – at this strange point at which these two things converge – it’s at this intersection that we find John Milton.

Chapter 2. Milton: A Man Inspired by His Father [00:20:47]
To understand the concerns of Milton’s poetry, it is important to understand this massive conjunction of economic and spiritual thought that’s really at the heart of English Protestantism. But that’s just a part of the story. There’s also a more specific, a more local, reason for which our John Milton was susceptible to this profit-and-loss rhetoric of Calvinist puritan theology. Milton was the son of a banker. (Technically, banks didn’t exist at this point in the seventeenth century. It’s not until the Dutch invent banks late in the seventeenth century.) Milton is the son of what is the equivalent of a modern-day banker. He’s what would have been called in the seventeenth century a Scrivener or a goldsmith. A goldsmith was an early money lender, and it was a perfectly respectable profession as far as bourgeois professions go, and John Milton, Sr. has a pretty good living. 

But in practice it’s actually much more analogous to what a modern-day pawnbroker does: you would leave with John Milton, Sr., the goldsmith, a portion of gold and on the basis of that collateral – this is all the business of collateral loans, pawnbroking – on the basis of that collateral, John Milton, Sr. would lend you a sum of money for which you would pay him interest. At the end of the loan upon your payment of the principal and of sufficient additional interest, John Milton, Sr., the goldsmith, would return to you the gold that you had entrusted to him.

Now Mr. Milton took some risks when he separated himself from his cash and lent money to his clients, or lent more money to his clients than the collateral, the gold, was actually worth. And the motive for that risk, of course, the motive for that investment, was the expectation of a profit. It’s just this economic pattern of risky investment and the expectation of a profit that forms something like the thematic paradigm of profit and loss that really is at the heart of Milton’s representation of his future literary greatness, his conception of himself as a poet. Milton seems to have inherited from his father a language of commerce, a language that he was able so easily and effortlessly to transpose from his father’s vocation as a goldsmith to his own anticipated vocation as a poet.

Milton owes his father this whole lexical world of lending, of borrowing and of profit. But also Milton owes his father more than that, more than merely a set of metaphors and images drawn from the world of his father’s money lending. To understand exactly what it is that John Milton, Jr. owes John Milton, Sr., we have to look at the Latin poem that Milton writes to his father in 1637. So let’s look at that now. This is page 82 in the Hughes edition and the poem is To My Father (Ad Patrem). Milton expresses his debt of gratitude for his father’s support. Milton graduated with an MA from Cambridge University in July of 1632. He had studied hard obviously and had supposedly been preparing himself for his future career, and that would have been the career of a clergyman. Milton’s younger brother, Christopher, was already entering law school at this time, and it was clear, I guess, to everybody that John Milton, Jr. was not suited to a profession in the law. (Although I’m actually not sure why that’s the case. Court records show that our poet was exceedingly litigious. He brought suit against dozens and dozens of people throughout his entire life, attempting to address a wide range of grievances through the use of the legal system.)

But the vocation to which Milton Junior seemed to have been most suited, to everyone around him, was a life in the ministry. His reading, his learning, his talents as an orator – all of these assets pointed to one potential career, and in fact nearly everyone in the MA class in which Milton graduated turned to a career in the church. This is what a master’s degree could do for you in the early seventeenth century. Now we know, or at least we have a retrospective inkling from our reading of poems like the Nativity Ode and other early poems, that Milton on some level was imagining his vocation to be that of a poet – but then, just as now, one could obviously not be a poet by profession. You can’t make a living writing poetry. No one’s ever made a living writing poetry who hasn’t been patronized or given a lot of money by someone who’s much richer than he or she is. Maybe Rod McKuen in the ‘60s made money writing poetry.. With that exception, I think very few people have actually, certainly in Milton’s day, profited from the selling of their poems. Milton’s father would obviously have found unsuitable the idea that seven years of expensive university education that he had invested in his son would result in nothing more than a career – in what? In poetry?! Maybe some of you all too easily can imagine the arguments that might have taken place within the Milton household: “Why don’t you become a lawyer like your brother, Christopher? Why can’t you get a job like everybody else?”

I’m going to ask you to imagine the domestic situation in the Milton household in 1632. Milton has just returned home after seven years at the university, a university education so generously financed by his father who was actually now 70 years old, and John Milton, Jr. was just turning twenty-four. Twenty-four is the canonical age at which young men were received for admission into the priesthood. It’s like joining the army at eighteen; at twenty-four, that’s what you do if you have an MA from Cambridge. You enter the Anglican priesthood. And a twenty-four-year-old Milton, after seven years of education, simply decides not to go. Instead of joining the ministry, Milton instead returns home and he stays at home without any means of supporting himself for six years. So with the financial support of his father Milton stays at home and reads. He studies. And it’s in these years after his graduation from college that Milton embarks upon what is essentially a systematic study of all available knowledge. He commands a mastery of just about the entire canon of Western literary and historical learning. He prepares himself for what his father is still imagining will be the priesthood but for what Milton is probably imagining will be his future career as a great English poet.

It’s little wonder that one of the subjects of his meditations during this period is the problem of vocation – the twin problem of what it is one is actually doing on the one hand, and what it is on the other hand that the father has called one to do. In Milton’s poem to his father, to his earthly father – and it becomes a confusion throughout Milton with respect to which of Milton’s fathers, the heavenly or the earthly, is calling him to do what – in Milton’s poem to his father, you have the poet’s attempt to justify himself before the man who seems to be asking him to define his vocation. So we have to assume that the occasion for this poem is some kind of question posed by John Milton, Sr., a question like, “To what end am I supporting you, Son? And if it’s a poet that you want to be, to what extent can the writing of poetry be considered respectable work?”

Look at pages eighty-two and eighty-three in the Hughes. Milton’s expressing a dutiful degree of filial piety and gratitude, and this may seem familiar, too. “I could never repay you,” he writes:

…you have an account of my means, and whatever [and now we’re on page eighty-three] wealth I possess I have reckoned up on this paper, for I have nothing except what golden Clio has given and what has been the fruit of the dreams in a remote cavern and of the laurel groves of the sacred wood and of the shadows of Parnassus.

[Milton is saying:] “I have nothing to show for all of your investment but my learning, all of that which golden Clio has promised me – Clio the muse of history. I have also my aspirations, my dreams of becoming a great poet because I dwell among these highly literary – the sacred wood in the shady groves on Parnassus.” Now Milton explains that he has nothing now, of course, to show for his father’s investment, but he will. Look at the last stanza. This is at the top of page eighty-six in the Hughes. Milton turns to address his own poetry. This is how he concludes this poem, Ad Patrem:

And you, my juvenile verses and amusements, if only you dare hope for immortality and a life and a glimpse of the light beyond your master’s funeral pyre, and if dark oblivion does not sweep you down into the throngs of Hades, perhaps you will preserve this eulogy and the name of the father whom my song honors as an example to remote ages.

Milton’s essentially making a covenant. This is a contract with his father in this passage. He’s engaging his father in to a contractual situation just as he will engage the entire English people (as we’ve already seen) in The Reason of Church Government. If his father continues to support him – this is the magnificent logic here – if the father continues to support him, he will repay his father with his own future fame, a name that his fellow Englishmen will not willingly let die. Milton’s fame will preserve his father’s name; and of course, it has throughout the ages. Needless to say, the satisfaction of John Milton, Sr. will have to be postponed to the great hereafter. He will not be able to reap the profit of his investment in his son’s study until not only after his own death, but of course after his son’s death as well. That’s Milton’s logic here. But then who would understand better than John Milton, Sr. the importance or the value of a long-term investment strategy?

Chapter 3. Milton’s Dilemma: Two Parables [00:32:28]
There’s a tone of self-assuredness and a confidence and certainty in this poem that, I have to say, isn’t always matched in the other works that Milton’s writing in this same period. In most of the other writings that you have looked at for today, the weird Calvinist logic surrounding the idea of divine predestination makes it impossible for Milton to be that comfortable or that confident about the idea of a true poetic vocation. How can Milton know that he was really and truly called by God to be a great poet until he writes something – it’s not a bad question – until he has something actually to show for his talent? And how can Milton have anything to show for his talent until he has – this is the logic – until he has patiently waited for God to inspire him to write? He can’t know until he’s been inspired to write, and he can’t of course start writing until he’s been inspired – it’s a peculiar but familiar double bind. It’s a puzzle that proved infinitely anxiety-producing for the young Milton, and it’s really the productive engine that keeps this extremely anxious poet going in the early years.

It’s just this double bind of vocation that’s the subject of Sonnet VII, “How soon hath Time.” That’s the sonnet in which Milton laments the fact that he has turned twenty-three years old and has yet produced nothing that would indicate a shining poetic future. In that poem, as in the other things that you read for today, Milton is attempting to understand the problem of vocation through the specific lens of scripture, and that’s what we’re going to look at now. Nearly every conceptual problem available and that was puzzled over in the seventeenth century could be processed and then understood in some way in terms of a related problem in the Bible. Every conflict and contradiction within an individual or within the society at large could be interpreted by means of a related conflict, or a related contradiction, culled somewhere from the writings of scripture. For puritans such as Milton there were some especially important moments in scripture that could be used to tackle the problem of vocation. There were particular moments in the Bible that seemed best suited to answer this question, the question, “What is it that I’m supposed to do and what does it mean actually to do anything? What does it mean to do anything in a world in which God seems to be so entirely in control of all of our doings and of our actions?”

Those passages of the Bible that seem to have been particularly useful for this dilemma were two parables from the New Testament, and those are represented in the [course] packet: the parable of the talents and the parable of the workers in the vineyard. You will soon be seeing innumerable ways in which these parables continue to creep up in Milton’s verse. The language – we could also think of it as the ideology – of these parables is constantly surfacing in Milton and provides something like a divinely authorized focal point for what I had mentioned earlier: this strange intersection of spirituality and economics. I know it’s a little difficult to read, but I included nonetheless in the packet the Geneva Bible (that’s the great sixteenth-century Calvinist Bible) – that version of these two parables written before the King James because it provides all of those glosses, those marginal annotations on the side, those incredibly mean-spirited and dark Calvinist interpretations of the Bible. I’m convinced that those glosses, those annotations, drove Milton absolutely mad and so much of his own rewriting of the Bible essentially in Paradise Lost is a response to a lot of the annotations of the Bible that he grew up reading.

So the first parable that we have to look at is the one that without question instilled the most anxiety in Milton, and that’s the parable of the talents from Matthew 25. So this is the parable of the talents. A master distributes his wealth to his servants and the wealth is distributed in the form of a coin, and the name of the coin is translated in English with the word talent. It’s precisely the word here for this coin that gives us our modern word, our modern word talent, which means “a skill,” of course or “a predisposition.” Now think about it. That our word talent has its origin in this parable should give you a sense of the extraordinary cultural weight that this parable has assumed.

Okay. To one servant the master gave five talents. You remember this story. To one servant the master gave five talents, to another he gave two, and to a third servant he gave one talent. When the master returns from his journey, he learns that the first two servants had wisely and piously invested their talents, and they had doubled their money. They had profited and the master praises them. But the servant who had been given only one talent hid the talent in the earth so as – perfectly understandably – so as not to risk the only talent [laughs] that he had been given. I think the genius of this parable hinges on the fact that the servant who was only given one talent seems to be acting so perfectly reasonably – with a laudable form of caution and hesitation, you could actually say. And so he explains to the master:

I knew thou was’t an hard man which reapest where thou sowedst not and gatherest where thou strawest not. I was therefore afraid and I went and hid thy talent in the earth.

Because the servant had not been willing to spend the only talent that he had been given, the master instructs him to give his one and only talent to the man who now has ten. And the master concludes with an imperative that is surely one of the most terrifying utterances in the entire Bible:

Cast therefore that unprofitable servant into utter darkness. There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

The conclusion of this parable seems so violent perhaps because the lesson to be learned from the parable is so uncertain. Milton seems to have been drawn to the parable as a way of understanding the expectations placed upon him by his master – actually his two masters, or his two fathers. There is first the earthly father, John Milton, Sr., who had given Milton the talent of an expensive education and then six years of additional heavily subsidized study; and there is also the Heavenly Father, who had given Milton his rhetorical gifts and expected him to use them in some way for God’s benefit – presumably to use them in some way beneficial to the church (the most obvious way being naturally the vocation of the ministry). And the parable is a horrifying one because it places such an unspeakable pressure on the interpreter to produce something, to show something for himself at the end of the day. And for Milton, whose temperament up to this point inclined him obviously to hesitation, to postponement, and to merely the anticipation of profit, the pressure applied by this parable of the unprofitable servant may very well have seemed utterly unbearable.

But there was another parable, another of Jesus’ parables that also treated the problem of vocation. And like the parable of the talents, it provided what seemed to be a model for a kind of pattern of action, or actually the trajectory of a career: and this is the parable of the workers in the vineyard. Here a householder looks for laborers that he will pay a penny a day. The laborers who began to work at dawn earn a penny, the laborers hired in the third hour earn a penny and the laborers who stood idle in the marketplace until the eleventh hour – who were asked to do nothing until the last possible moment – they also received a penny for their pains at the end of the day, “their pains such as they were.”

Now when asked by the hardest workers why “each of the laborers received every man a penny,” the householder replies, “Take that which is thine own and go thy way. I will give unto this last as much as to thee.” So in this parable, which has suggested to generations of readers something like socialism or a form of communism, the amount of labor actually expended is immaterial, so that the latecomer to the job is rewarded the same as the worker who was there from the very beginning and working from the very beginning. As a model of economic activity or as a kind of vocation guide, this parable couldn’t be more opposed – or to some wouldn’t seem more opposed – to the parable of the unprofitable servant. The men who stood around and did nothing until they were called to act earned precisely the same amount as those who had been laboring in the vineyard all day. They’re not punished for their unprofitable expectation. They’re not punished for just waiting around to be called to work. They’re not bidden to be cast out in to utter darkness where there’s weeping and gnashing of teeth. They’re rewarded for their waiting.

This parable may seem, I think, to be a little more compatible with Milton’s general temperament in the years of his studious retirement. As a young man consumed with anxiety about his failure yet to do anything, whether to gain employment as a clergyman or to produce somehow some great work of literature – Milton’s continually seeking assurance that the latecomer (and this is how he’s thinking of himself) will be rewarded, that the latecomer will be actually able to produce something when he is called to produce something. For Milton these two parables were locked in a powerful dialectical relation to one another. The “parable of the talents” rewards hard work and investment; and it’s satisfying because it does that, but it also instills an anxiety about non-productivity. The “parable of the vineyard” assures us that God rewards us regardless of our hard work and investment, but only if we’re called, only if God chooses us. And so you can see the strange dialectic developing here: the anxiety aroused by one parable necessitates the consolation that’s offered by the other one, but the consoling parable soon arouses its own anxieties, which only can be quieted by recourse to the other parable.

The result, needless to say, is mind-spinning. We’re all familiar with at least a version of this. All of us just as human beings, all of us want to be rewarded. We want to be loved for our hard work, and we’re all working really hard here. But of course, we also want to be loved – we want to be rewarded unconditionally without any contingencies whatsoever. On some level that’s just the human condition. And Milton uses the language of these two parables to get at this problem that has resonances in every conceivable sphere.

Now shortly after Milton composed the sonnet “How soon hath Time,” he wrote a letter to a friend in which he enclosed this poem, the sonnet. This is in the packet after the parables. We don’t know the intended recipient of this letter, and we actually have no idea whether Milton actually sent the letter; but a couple of drafts of this letter actually exist in Milton’s own hand, and the letter is clearly a document that Milton had devoted some energy and some time to. We need to look at it.

The unnamed friend sounds quite a bit actually like Milton’s disapproving father. The friend has obviously chided Milton for not doing anything with his life. Milton has shown so much promise. He possessed so many obvious talents that could be poured into the profession for which he was so clearly suited – the profession of the ministry – but Milton was remaining at his father’s house in what seemed like a perpetual state of humiliating self-infantilization. He seems to have been doing nothing but reading, acquiring more knowledge and really essentially just learning for the sake of learning. And so Milton responds to what he takes to be this objection. He responds in the second paragraph of the letter in the left-hand column of the packet to this criticism that he’s doing so little. Milton acknowledges that the course he’s chosen for himself may not be a natural one:

Nature herself pushes a young man to begin a family and to seek credible employment [Milton writes]. The natural desire for fame seated in the breast of every true scholar usually pushes him to make haste by the readiest way of publishing and divulging conceived merits.

But it’s just this making haste toward publication – writing something really great right now – that Milton’s resisting here. He claims to be studying and learning rather than producing right now; and there’s a problem with just studying and learning, and it’s a problem that Milton can’t avoid. It’s possible that in merely reading and in merely amassing more and more knowledge, Milton’s doing little more than the unprofitable servant in Matthew 25. It’s possible that he’s hiding his talent or burying his conceived merits deep within the earth, and it’s this frightening possibility that Milton forces himself to engage head on – the implications of this parable.

Look in the packet at this letter near the top of the right-hand side of the page. Milton claims that his love of learning might seem to contradict the parable of the talents. The master had commanded his servants, of course, to do something – to show a profit in a due and timely fashion, but Milton wants his friend here to know that there’s, of course, nothing to worry about. This is how Milton’s mind is working overtime here. This is the argument: Milton’s pursuing his learning. He’s postponing his publication because it’s his job really to consider the master’s great commandment all the more closely. The point of the parable, Milton explains – this is an unbelievable misreading of the biblical test – the point of the parable is not that the servant should have invested his one talent just anywhere. The servant’s problem was that he didn’t take enough time. He didn’t carefully consider the command, because a careful consideration of the master’s command, and I’m quoting here:

…does not press forward as soon as may be to undergo but keeps off with the sacred reverence and religious advisement how best to undergo, not taking thought of being late so as to give advantage to be more fit.

Unbelievable. You look at a passage like that in complete astonishment. Milton has invoked, of course to his own detriment – what was he thinking? – the parable of the unprofitable servant, the parable of the talents. But he invokes it to show that if one really reads it carefully enough, one can see that the lesson to be drawn has nothing whatsoever to do with the due and timely investment of one’s talent. What this parable really teaches us is that we do best to wait, we do best to consider the command, to consider all of the possible investment strategies. Maybe we want to go into the ministry, maybe we want to go into poetry. Perhaps we want to write like Shakespeare, maybe we want to be a writer like the great Old Testament prophet Isaiah. But the last thing we should be burdened with, Milton’s suggesting here, is the fear of being late.

Now I don’t have to tell you that Milton has done a powerful violence to this parable in Matthew. Now God only knows what this parable actually means. It’s perfectly inscrutable as far as I’m concerned. But I think I can say with absolute certainty that one of its possible significances cannot be that the unprofitable servant should have waited to make his investment. Now think of it: if Milton had been the servant, he wouldn’t even have made it to the stage of burying the stupid coin in the earth. He would be consumed with the consideration of whether to bury it here or whether to bury it there – or should he bury it two feet under, or maybe he should bury it six feet under?

Okay. I’m going to stop there. There’s a lot more to say about the parable of the talents and the parable of the laborers in the vineyard, but we have run out of time.

I Would Save You










I am Immortal --
I have inside Me, Blood of Kings.

Juan Sanchez Villa Lobos Ramirez all scenes from Highlander and Highland...


From The Dawn of Time, We came; 
Moving silently down 
through The Centuries --

Living many Secret Lives, 
struggling to reach The Time 
of The Gathering

When The Few Who Remain 
will BATTLE to The Last. 

No one has ever known 
We were among You... 
Until now.



Sometimes, Macleod... 
 The Sharpest Blade is not enough. 


 B-A-L-A-N-C-E 
Balance 

I don't like boats! I don't like water!
 I'm a Man, not a Fish

 Oh, You complain endlessly

 You look like a Woman, 
You Stupid Haggis. 

 'Haggis'? What is 'Haggis'? 

A sheep's stomach, 
stuffed with 
Meat and Barley

And what do you do with it? 

 You eat it. 

How revolting...!
Ah-choo! 

Be still. You'll tip us over! 

 So? 

 I cannot swim, 
You Spanish Peacock! 

I'm not Spanish. 
I'm Egyptian
 

You Said You were 
from Spain! Liar! 

You have the manners of a goat... 
 and You smell like dung. 
And You Have 
no knowledge whatsoever 
of Your Potential

 Now, get out


No! Help! Help! Help! 
 Help! Help me, I'm drowning! 

You can't drown, You Fool. 
You're immortal

I'm drowning! Come help! 
 We ask you... Heavenly Father --
I'm alive..! I can breathe..!!
 
Ha ha ha! 
 Ha ha ha ha! 
 
I'll slice you in half. Hah! 

 Crude and Slow, clansman. 
 Your attack was no better than that of a clumsy child. Hah! 


 This cannot be. 
It's the devil's work. 

 You cannot Die, Macleod. Accept it. 
 Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! 

 I Hate You. 

 Good. That is A Perfect Way to Start
 
Tell me... How did it happen
for God's sake? 


.....

...why does The Sun come up, hmm? 
Or are The Stars just pinholes 
in The Curtain of Night? 

Who Knows? 

 What I Do Know, is... 
Because You were Born Different... 
Men will Fear You
Try to Drive You Away... 
Like The People 
of Your Village. 

You must learn to conceal 
Your Special Gift... 
 and harness Your Power... 
until the time of 
The Gathering

What 'Gathering'? 

 When only a few 
of Us are left... we will feel an irresistible pull... 
towards a faraway land... 
 to Fight for The Prize.

Come on! Faster! Unh! 

Never lose your temper. 
If Your Head comes away from your neck... 
it's over

Ha ha ha! Unnh! 
 Never overextend your thrust. You're vulnerable and... off balance. Connor! Ha ha ha! Heather, please. If it came down to us two, would you take my head? Ha! We must fight until only one remains. You are safe only on holy ground. None of us will violate that law. It's tradition. Now for the last. Trust me. Let yourself feel the stag. His heart... beating. His blood...coursing. Feel? Come on! I feel him. Macleod, come on! I feel him! Come on! Ha ha ha! I feel him! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Come on, haggis! Macleod. This is the quickening. Yeah! Yaah! Now, pendejo... shall we see what sort of swordsman you've become? En garde! Very good. 

Give me Your Hand, Brother. 

That one there. 
How much is it? Put him in. 

But What I Want is A Family.
 
You cannot have A Family. 
We cannot have children.

 
.....That won't please Heather. 
I'll tell you that for nothing.

He's full of life. Connor! 
 Here's Dinner! 
I'll be off now. 
I fancy buying a new dress. 

 Oh, you little devils! Go on! She's beautiful

You must leave her, Brother. 
Macleod. I was born 3,500 years ago. 
In that time, I've had 
Three Wives.

The last was Shakiko, 
a Japanese Princess. 

Her Father, Masamune, 
a Genius... 
Made this for Me... 
 in 350 B.C. 

 It is the only one of its kind... 
Like His Daughter. 

 When Shakiko died, 
I was shattered

I would Save You That Pain.
Please. Let Heather go.


When we first met, you felt ill, remember? That wasn't the first time... you felt that sensation, was it? No. When the Macleods fought the Frazers... and a black knight... I felt it then. Only it was more painful. That Black knight was The Kurgan. It's because of him that I sought you out. Who is the Kurgan? Where does he come from? The Kurgans were an ancient people... from the steppes of Russia. For amusement, they tossed children... into pits with hungry dogs to fight for meat. The Kurgan. He is the strongest of the immortals. He is the perfect warrior. If he wins the prize... mortal man would suffer an eternity of darkness. How do you fight such a savage? Hmm. With heart, faith, and steel. In the end, there can be only one. very dangerous for you. Well, I was very much in love... with her, my dear. She was the only thing on my mind. So, holding the rose in my teeth... I climbed up on the rooftop, lowered a rope... and swung in through the open window. Unfortunately, the lady was no longer there. What did you do? I introduced myself... to the lady that was there. She was most helpful. Would you like some more wine? Yes, please. Heather. Get out! What's wrong? Get out! Aaah! Kurgan! Ramirez! Raah! The Highlander, where is he? You're too late. I've prepared him for you. You waste your time! Aah! Aah! It hurts? Raaah! Aaah! Now you die! Heh heh heh! I am the strongest! My cut has improved your voice. Rrr! Whoooa! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Aah! Ohhhhhh! Yes! Yaa! Ha ha ha! Aah! Ahh. Hurts? Who is the woman? Oh! She's mine! Ahh. Not for much longer. Tonight you sleep in hell! There can be only one!

Monday, 21 February 2022

Yet Moses was INDEED a Prince, AND a Judge, and KNEW it












"Yet Moses was INDEED a Prince
AND a Judge, and KNEW it 
and thought the Hebrews 
would have understood it;  
but they stood in their own light
and thrust him away

See what base constructions malice puts 
upon the best words and actions. 

Moses, for reproving him, 
is presently charged 
with a design to kill him."

-- John Wesley



2:11 When Moses was grown he went out unto his brethren, and looked on their burdens - He looked on their burdens as one that not only pitied them, but was resolved to venture with them, and for them.


2:12 He slew the Egyptian - Probably it was one of the Egyptian task - masters, whom he found abusing his Hebrew slave. By special warrant from heaven (which makes not a precedent in ordinary cases) Moses slew the Egyptian, and rescued his oppressed brother. 

The Jew's tradition is, that he did not slay him with any weapon, but as Peter slew Ananias and Sapphira, with the word of his mouth.


2:14 He said, Who made thee a prince? - He challengeth his authority; Who made thee a prince? - A Man needs no great Authority for giving a friendly reproof; it is an Act of Kindness; yet this man needs will interpret it an Act of Dominion, and represents his reprover as imperious and assuming

Thus, when people are sick of good discourse, or a seasonable admonition, they will call it preaching, as if a man could not speak a word for God, and against sin, but he took too much upon him. Yet Moses was indeed a prince, and a judge, and knew it, and thought the Hebrews would have understood it; but they stood in their own light, and thrust him away. 


#Acts 7:25|,27. Intendest thou to kill me? - See what base constructions malice puts upon the best words and actions. 


Moses, for reproving him, is presently charged with a design to kill him.


2:15 Moses fled from Pharaoh - God ordered this for wise ends

Things were not yet ripe for Israel's deliverance. 

The measure of Egypt's iniquity was not yet full; the Hebrews were not sufficiently humbled, nor were they yet increased to such a multitude as God designed : Moses is to be farther fitted for the service, and therefore is directed to withdraw for the present, till the time to favour Israel, even the set time, come. 

God guided Moses to Midian, because the Midianites were of the seed of Abraham, and retained the worship of The True God; so that he might have not only a safe, but a comfortable settlement among them; and through this country he was afterwards to lead Israel, which, that he might do the better, he now had opportunity of acquainting himself with it. 

Hither he came, and sat down by a well; tired and thoughtful, waiting to see which way Providence would direct him. 

It was a great change with him, since he was but the other day at ease in Pharaoh's court.





(The Doctor has completed assembly of K9 Mark II, his personal mobile gun platform and computer. He blows a dog whistle and it lifts its head.)

K9: 
Master?

Tom : 
It works, K9, It works
Listen, I've got a little surprise for you.

K9: 
Master?
Tom : 
You and I are going away 
on holiday.

K9: 
Affirmative.

Tom : 
A nice, long holiday.

K9: 
Affirmative.

Tom : 
Would you like that, K9?

K9: 
Affirmative!
affirmative!
affirmative!

Tom : 
Shush! Halergan Three's lovely, K9. 
You'll really like it. 
Beaches, palm trees, sunshine all day. 
Hot and —

(The Tardis goes completely dark. Then the main doors start to open and golden light floods in to organ accompaniment.)

GUARDIAN [OC]: 
Doctor.

Tom : 
Yes?

GUARDIAN [OC]:
Your presence is required.
Tom : 
Look, listen, I, I,
 I don't wish to appear rude, 
but who are you?

GUARDIAN [OC]: 
Do you really need to ask, Doctor?

Tom : 
Well, only A Guardian could —

(A rumble of thunder echoes.)

Tom : 
Oh, I see. 
Well, in that case, sir…
GUARDIAN [OC]: 
You will come to no harm.

Tom : 
Just as you say.

[Guardian's abode]

(Wind chimes sound in the flat area with a white rocks as a backdrop and a few small plants around. A wicker peacock chair stands under a sunshade next to a small table carrying a decanter and glasses. A man in a white suit with a red carnation in the lapel fades into view, seated on the chair.)

The White Guardian : 
Doctor, you have been chosen 
for a vitally important task.

Tom : 
That's very flattering, sir.

The White Guardian : 
It concerns The Key to Time. 
You know of The Key to Time?
Tom : 
Well, I've heard a few stories. 
Old legends, myths, that sort of thing.

The White Guardian : 
It is no myth.

Tom : 
Sorry, sir.

The White Guardian : 
The Key to Time 
is a perfect cube, 
which maintains 
the equilibrium 
of time itself.

(A holographic image of a spinning cube appears for illustration, then fades away.)

The White Guardian
It consists of six segments, 
and these segments are scattered 
and hidden throughout the cosmos. 

When they are assembled into the cube, they create a power which is too dangerous for any being to possess.

Tom : 
Well hidden then, I hope, sir.

The White Guardian : 
There are times, Doctor, when the forces within the universe 
upset the balance to such an extent 
that it becomes necessary 
to stop everything.

Tom : 
Stop everything?

The White Guardian : 
For a brief moment only.

Tom : 
Ah.

The White Guardian : 
Until The Balance is restored --
Such a moment is rapidly approaching. 

These segments must be traced and returned to me 
before it is too late, before The Universe is plunged 
into Eternal Chaos.

Tom
Eternal Chaos?

The White Guardian
Eternal as you understand the term.

Tom : 
Look, I'm sure there must be plenty of 
other Time Lords who'd be delighted to --

The White Guardian
I have Chosen You.

Tom
Yes, I was afraid you'd say something like that... 
Ah! You want me to volunteer, isn't that it?

The White Guardian
Precisely.

Tom : 
And if I don't?

The White Guardian : 
Nothing.

Tom : 
Nothing? You mean nothing will happen to me?

The White Guardian : 
Nothing at all. Ever.
Tom : Ah. What do they look like, these segments? How will I know them?
The White Guardian : They're all disguised.
Tom : Yes, I thought they might be.

The White Guardian : 
They contain the elemental force 
of the universe. 
They can be in any shape, form or size.

Tom : 
Then how will I recognise them?

The White Guardian : 
You will be given a locator.

Tom : 
Thank you.

The White Guardian : 
And an assistant.

Tom : 
An assistant….? 
Please, sir, on an assignment like this, 
I'd much rather work alone. 
In my experience, assistants mean trouble. 
I have to protect them 
and show them and teach them 
and couldn't I just — 
couldn't I just manage with K9?

The White Guardian : 
K9 is a mere machine.

Tom : 
He is a very sensitive machine…! Sorry, sir.
The White Guardian : You will find your assistant waiting for you in the Tardis.
Tom : 
Very well, sir. If you insist.
The White Guardian : One final thing, Doctor.

Tom : Yes?

The White Guardian : 
I am the White Guardian. 
In order to maintain the universal balance, there is also a Black Guardian, 
and he also requires the Key to Time, 
but for a different purpose. 

An evil purpose. 
He must not get it. 
Doctor, at all costs
you must prevent that.

Tom : 
How am I to prevent that?
The White Guardian : Beware the Black Guardian.
Tom : Beware The Black Guardian.

The White Guardian
Beware. Beware.

(The Guardian picks up his glass of green wine and fades away.)

[Tardis]

Tom
I'm so sorry, K-9, 
The Holiday's off.

ROMANA [OC]: 
Doctor?

Tom : 
(sotto) 
That's the new assistant.

(Tall, brunette, statuesque, aloof, wearing a floorlength white dress fastened only at the waist, and her hair held up by a tiara. Everyone welcome Mary Tamm)

ROMANA: 
My Name is Romanadvoratnelundar.

Tom : 
I'm so sorry about that. Is there anything we can do?
ROMANA: The President of the Supreme Council sent me.
(That should be the Doctor, but he's forgotten all about the last story.)

ROMANA: 
I was told to give you this --

(Romana hands over a rod.)

Tom : 
What's this?
ROMANA: According to my instructions, 
it's the core to The Key of Time.

Tom : 
Ah.

ROMANA: 
Very exciting, isn't it?

Tom :
 Yes, I suppose it must be for someone as young and inexperienced as you are.

ROMANA: I may be inexperienced, but I did graduate from the Academy with a triple first.

Tom : I suppose you think we should be impressed by that, too?

ROMANA: 
Well, it's better than scraping through with fifty one percent at the second attempt.
Tom : That information is confidential! That President. I should have thrown him to the Sontarans when I had the chance.

Trust, Alliance and Necessity





SCENE 15 
AN AQUARIUM; WASHINGTON, D.C.

(Mulder is standing at the shark tank, watching them swim. Deep Throat comes over.)

DEEP THROAT: 
Why didn’t you leave for Fort Benning?

MULDER: 
The photograph was a fake.
(No response.)
At least you’re not insulting me further 
by feigning appaled surprise.

DEEP THROAT: 
On the contrary, I think a compliment is in order. 
That photo was performed by our very best.

MULDER: 
I thought you were my ally.

DEEP THROAT: 
Oh, I am.

MULDER
Yeah, imagine if Eisenhower told the rest of the Allies 
that D-Day would take place in Belgium.

DEEP THROAT: 
(angrier) 
Mr. Mulder, I place my life in great jeopardy every time we speak.
(Mulder looks away, calmer.)
I’ve been a participant in some of the most insidious lies and witness to deeds that no crazed man could imagine. I spent years watching you from my, uh, lofty position to know that you were the one I could trust.
MULDER: 
Then why did you lie to me?

DEEP THROAT: 
I needed to divert you. 
You and Scully 
are excellent investigators 
and your motives are just. 

However, there are still 
some secrets that should remain secret – 
some truths that people are just not ready to know.

MULDER: 
Who are you to decide that for me?

DEEP THROAT: 
The World’s reaction 
to such knowledge would be 
far too dangerous.

MULDER: 
Dangerous. 
You mean in a sense of outrage 
like the reaction to the Kennedy assassinations 
or M.I.A.s or radiation experiments on terminal patients, 
Watergate, Iran-Contra, 
Roswell, the Tuskegee experiments, 
where will it end? 

Oh, I guess it won’t end as long as… men like you decide what is Truth.

 That transcript you gave me of the Iraqi pilot, that was The Truth, wasn’t it?

DEEP THROAT
Hmmmp. 
(in agreement.)

MULDER
Why’d you even bother 
to show it to me?

DEEP THROAT
Well, I knew that 
you were onto the truck 
so I knew that down the road 
I would have to steer you away
That I would have to Lie to You. 

And A Lie, Mr. Mulder, 
is most convincingly hidden 
between Two Truths.

(Mulder starts to walk away.)

Mulder.

(Mulder turns back.)

When A Shark 
stops swimmingit will die
Don’t stop swimming

I’m not responsible for 
the electronic surveillance 
but I do know They can 
still hear you.

(Deep Throat walks away. Mulder watches the sharks swim.)

Rochester



I chose St. William of Rochester,
The Patron Saint 
of Adopted Children.

It's a pretty interesting story,
 all the other saint I looked at 
were all so... saintly, I guess.

What does "saintly" mean to you?

I don't know, 
I don't really believe in saints and all that —

I feel like St. William 
just got to be A Saint 
because he was killed 
by The Boy he adopted.

These days, people get killed 
all the time
and they don't get to be 
A Saint for it.

All right, well, thanks, Oliver.

Despite young Oliver’s reticence, I DO happen to believe there are Saints all around us today.

They may never be considered as such by a religion,
 but they are just as important as the ones in your textbooks.

Thus, you are going to research
someone you know, or know of, and determine if they have the
qualities fit for Sainthood.