Saturday, 9 April 2022

The House


This is The House that Jack built. 









"We can not absolutely know 
that all these exact adaptations 
are the result of preconcert.
 
But when we see a lot of framed timbers
different portions of which we know 
have been gotten out at different times 
and places and by different workmen -
- Stephen, Franklin, Roger, and James, for instance -
- and when we see these timbers joined together
and see they exactly make 
the frame of a house or a mill
all the tenons and mortices exactly fitting, 
and all the lengths and proportions of the different pieces
 exactly adapted to their respective places, 
and not a piece too many or too few -
- not omitting even scaffolding -
- or, if a single piece be lacking
we can see the place in the frame exactly fitted 
and prepared to yet bring such piece in -- 
in such a case, we find it impossible not to believe that Stephen and Franklin and Roger and James 
all understood one another from the beginning, 
and all worked upon a common plan or draft 
drawn up before the first lick was struck."

1 This is the house that Jack built. 

2 This is the malt 
That lay in the house that Jack built.
 
3 This is the rat, 
That ate the malt 
That lay in the house that Jack built. 
4 This is the cat, 
That kill'd the rat, 
That ate the malt 
That lay in the house that Jack built. 
5 This is the dog, 
That worried the cat, 
That kill'd the rat, 
That ate the malt 
That lay in the house that Jack built. 
6 This is the cow with the crumpled horn, 
That toss'd the dog, 
That worried the cat, 
That kill'd the rat, 
That ate the malt 
That lay in the house that Jack built. 

7 This is the maiden all forlorn, 
That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, 
That tossed the dog, 
That worried the cat, 
That kill'd the rat, 
That ate the malt 
That lay in the house that Jack built. 
8 This is the man all tatter'd and torn, 
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, 
That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, 
That worried the cat, 
That kill'd the rat, 
That ate the malt 
That lay in the house that Jack built. 
9 This is the priest all shaven and shorn, 
That married the man all tatter'd and torn, 
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, 
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, 
That worried the cat, 
That kill'd the rat, 
That ate the malt 
That lay in the house that Jack built. 
10 This is the cock that crow'd in the morn, 
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, 
That married the man all tatter'd and torn, 
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, 
That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, 
That tossed the dog, 
That worried the cat, 
That kill'd the rat, 
That ate the malt 
That lay in the house that Jack built. 
11 This is the farmer sowing his corn, 
That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn, 
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tatter'd and torn, 
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, 
That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, 
That worried the cat, 
That killed the rat, 
That ate the malt 
That lay in the house that Jack built.



 The title reflects part of the speech's introduction, "A house divided against itself cannot stand," a concept familiar to Lincoln's audience as a statement by Jesus recorded in all three synoptic gospels (Matthew, Mark, Luke).

Even Lincoln's friends regarded the speech as too radical for the occasion. His law partner, William H. Herndon, considered Lincoln as morally courageous but politically incorrect. Lincoln read the speech to him before delivering it, referring to the "house divided" language this way: "The proposition is indisputably true ... and I will deliver it as written. I want to use some universally known figure, expressed in simple language as universally known, that it may strike home to the minds of men in order to rouse them to the peril of the times."

The speech created many repercussions, giving Lincoln's political opponent fresh ammunition. Herndon remarked, "when I saw Senator Douglas making such headway against Mr. Lincoln's house divided speech I was nettled & irritable, and said to Mr. Lincoln one day this -- 'Mr. Lincoln -- why in the world do you not say to Mr. Douglas, when he is making capitol out of your speech, -- 'Douglas why whine and complain to me because of that speech. I am not the author of it. God is. Go and whine and complain to Him for its revelation, and utterance.' Mr. Lincoln looked at me one short quizzical moment, and replied 'I can't.'"

Reflecting on it several years later, Herndon said the speech did awaken the people, and despite Lincoln's defeat, he thought the speech made him President. "Through logic inductively seen," he said, "Lincoln as a statesman, and political philosopher, announced an eternal truth -- not only as broad as America, but covers the world."

Another colleague, Leonard Swett, said the speech defeated Lincoln in the Senate campaign. In 1866 he wrote to Herndon complaining, "Nothing could have been more unfortunate or inappropriate; it was saying first the wrong thing, yet he saw it was an abstract truth, but standing by the speech would ultimately find him in the right place."

Mr. President and Gentlemen of the Convention.

If we could first know where we are, and whither we are tending, we could then better judge what to do, and how to do it.

We are now far into the fifth year, since a policy was initiated, with the avowed object, and confident promise, of putting an end to slavery agitation.

Under the operation of that policy, that agitation has not only, not ceased, but has constantly augmented.

In my opinion, it will not cease, until a crisis shall have been reached, and passed.

"A house divided against itself cannot stand."

I believe this government cannot endure, permanently half slave and half free.

I do not expect the Union to be dissolved -- I do not expect the house to fall -- but I do expect it will cease to be divided.

It will become all one thing or all the other.

Either the opponents of slavery, will arrest the further spread of it, and place it where the public mind shall rest in the belief that it is in the course of ultimate extinction; or its advocates will push it forward, till it shall become alike lawful in all the States, old as well as new -- North as well as South.

Have we no tendency to the latter condition?

Let any one who doubts, carefully contemplate that now almost complete legal combination -- piece of machinery so to speak -- compounded of the Nebraska doctrine, and the Dred Scott decision. Let him consider not only what work the machinery is adapted to do, and how well adapted; but also, let him study the history of its construction, and trace, if he can, or rather fail, if he can, to trace the evidence of design and concert of action, among its chief architects, from the beginning.

But, so far, Congress only, had acted; and an indorsement by the people, real or apparent, was indispensable, to save the point already gained, and give chance for more.

The new year of 1854 found slavery excluded from more than half the States by State Constitutions, and from most of the national territory by congressional prohibition.

Four days later, commenced the struggle, which ended in repealing that congressional prohibition.

This opened all the national territory to slavery, and was the first point gained.

This necessity had not been overlooked; but had been provided for, as well as might be, in the notable argument of "squatter sovereignty," otherwise called "sacred right of self government," which latter phrase, though expressive of the only rightful basis of any government, was so perverted in this attempted use of it as to amount to just this: That if any one man, choose to enslave another, no third man shall be allowed to object.

That argument was incorporated into the Nebraska bill itself, in the language which follows: "It being the true intent and meaning of this act not to legislate slavery into any Territory or state, not to exclude it therefrom; but to leave the people thereof perfectly free to form and regulate their domestic institutions in their own way, subject only to the Constitution of the United States."

Then opened the roar of loose declamation in favor of "Squatter Sovereignty," and "Sacred right of self-government."

"But," said opposition members, "let us be more specific -- let us amend the bill so as to expressly declare that the people of the territory may exclude slavery." "Not we," said the friends of the measure; and down they voted the amendment.

While the Nebraska Bill was passing through congress, a law case involving the question of a negroe's freedom, by reason of his owner having voluntarily taken him first into a free state and then a territory covered by the congressional prohibition, and held him as a slave, for a long time in each, was passing through the U.S. Circuit Court for the District of Missouri; and both Nebraska bill and law suit were brought to a decision in the same month of May, 1854. The negroe's name was "Dred Scott," which name now designates the decision finally made in the case.

Before the then next Presidential election, the law case came to, and was argued in, the Supreme Court of the United States; but the decision of it was deferred until after the election. Still, before the election, Senator Trumbull, on the floor of the Senate, requests the leading advocate of the Nebraska bill to state his opinion whether the people of a territory can constitutionally exclude slavery from their limits; and the latter answers: "That is a question for the Supreme Court."

The election came. Mr. Buchanan was elected, and the indorsement, such as it was, secured. That was the second point gained. The indorsement, however, fell short of a clear popular majority by nearly four hundred thousand votes, and so, perhaps, was not overwhelmingly reliable and satisfactory.

The outgoing President, in his last annual message, as impressively as possible, echoed back upon the people the weight and authority of the indorsement.

The Supreme Court met again; did not announce their decision, but ordered a re-argument.

The Presidential inauguration came, and still no decision of the court; but the incoming President, in his inaugural address, fervently exhorted the people to abide by the forthcoming decision, whatever might be.

Then, in a few days, came the decision.

The reputed author of the Nebraska Bill finds an early occasion to make a speech at this capital indorsing the Dred Scott Decision, and vehemently denouncing all opposition to it.

The new President, too, seizes the early occasion of the Silliman letter to indorse and strongly construe that decision, and to express his astonishment that any different view had ever been entertained.

At length a squabble springs up between the President and the author of the Nebraska Bill, on the mere question of fact, whether the Lecompton constitution was or was not, in any just sense, made by the people of Kansas; and in that squabble the latter declares that all he wants is a fair vote for the people, and that he cares not whether slavery be voted down or voted up. I do not understand his declaration that he cares not whether slavery be voted down or voted up, to be intended by him other than as an apt definition of the policy he would impress upon the public mind -- the principle for which he declares he has suffered much, and is ready to suffer to the end.

And well may he cling to that principle. If he has any parental feeling, well may he cling to it. That principle, is the only shred left of his original Nebraska doctrine. Under the Dred Scott decision, "squatter sovereignty" squatted out of existence, tumbled down like temporary scaffolding -- like the mould at the foundry served through one blast and fell back into loose sand -- helped to carry an election, and then was kicked to the winds. His late joint struggle with the Republicans, against the Lecompton Constitution, involves nothing of the original Nebraska doctrine. That struggle was made on a point, the right of a people to make their own constitution, upon which he and the Republicans have never differed.

The several points of the Dred Scott decision, in connection with Senator Douglas' "care-not" policy, constitute the piece of machinery, in its present state of advancement. This was the third point gained.

\ The working points of that machinery are:

First, that no negro slave, imported as such from Africa, and no descendant of such slave can ever be a citizen of any State, in the sense of that term as used in the Constitution of the United States.

This point is made in order to deprive the negro, in every possible event, of the benefit of this provision of the United States Constitution, which declares that--

"The citizens of each State shall be entitled to all privileges and immunities of citizens in the several States."

Secondly, that "subject to the Constitution of the United States," neither Congress nor a Territorial Legislature can exclude slavery from any United States Territory.

This point is made in order that individual men may fill up the territories with slaves, without danger of losing them as property, and thus to enhance the chances of permanency to the institution through all the future.

Thirdly, that whether the holding a negro in actual slavery in a free State, makes him free, as against the holder, the United States courts will not decide, but will leave to be decided by the courts of any slave State the negro may be forced into by the master.

This point is made, not to be pressed immediately; but, if acquiesced in for a while, and apparently indorsed by the people at an election, then to sustain the logical conclusion that what Dred Scott's master might lawfully do with Dred Scott, in the free State of Illinois, every other master may lawfully do with any other one, or one thousand slaves, in Illinois, or in any other free State.

Auxiliary to all this, and working hand in hand with it, the Nebraska doctrine, or what is left of it, is to educate and mould public opinion, at least Northern public opinion, to not care whether slavery is voted down or voted up.

This shows exactly where we now are; and partially, also, whither we are tending.

It will throw additional light on the latter, to go back, and run the mind over the string of historical facts already stated. Several things will now appear less dark and mysterious than they did when they were transpiring. The people were to be left "perfectly free" "subject only to the Constitution." What the Constitution had to do with it, outsiders could not then see. Plainly enough now, it was an exactly fitted niche, for the Dred Scott decision to afterward come in, and declare the perfect freedom of the people, to be just no freedom at all.

Why was the amendment, expressly declaring the right of the people to exclude slavery, voted down? Plainly enough now, the adoption of it would have spoiled the niche for the Dred Scott decision.

Why was the court decision held up? Why even a Senator's individual opinion withheld, till after the presidential election? Plainly enough now, the speaking out then would have damaged the "perfectly free" argument upon which the election was to be carried.

Why the outgoing President's felicitation on the indorsement? Why the delay of a reargument? Why the incoming President's advance exhortation in favor of the decision?

These things look like the cautious patting and petting of a spirited horse, preparatory to mounting him, when it is dreaded that he may give the rider a fall.

And why the hasty after indorsements of the decision by the President and others?

We can not absolutely know that all these exact adaptations are the result of preconcert. But when we see a lot of framed timbers, different portions of which we know have been gotten out at different times and places and by different workmen -- Stephen, Franklin, Roger, and James, for instance -- and when we see these timbers joined together, and see they exactly make the frame of a house or a mill, all the tenons and mortices exactly fitting, and all the lengths and proportions of the different pieces exactly adapted to their respective places, and not a piece too many or too few -- not omitting even scaffolding -- or, if a single piece be lacking, we can see the place in the frame exactly fitted and prepared to yet bring such piece in -- in such a case, we find it impossible not to believe that Stephen and Franklin and Roger and James all understood one another from the beginning, and all worked upon a common plan or draft drawn up before the first lick was struck.

It should not be overlooked that, by the Nebraska Bill, the people of a State, as well as Territory, were to be left "perfectly free" "subject only to the Constitution."

Why mention a State? They were legislating for territories, and not for or about States. Certainly the people of a State are and ought to be subject to the Constitution of the United States; but why is mention of this lugged into this merely territorial law? Why are the people of a territory and the people of a state therein lumped together, and their relation to the Constitution therein treated as being precisely the same?

While the opinion of the Court, by Chief Justice Taney, in the Dred Scott case, and the separate opinions of all the concurring Judges, expressly declare that the Constitution of the United States neither permits Congress nor a Territorial legislature to exclude slavery from any United States territory, they all omit to declare whether or not the same Constitution permits a state, or the people of a State, to exclude it.

Possibly, this is a mere omission; but who can be quite sure, if McLean or Curtis had sought to get into the opinion a declaration of unlimited power in the people of a state to exclude slavery from their limits, just as Chase and Macy sought to get such declaration, in behalf of the people of a territory, into the Nebraska bill -- I ask, who can be quite sure that it would not have been voted down, in the one case, as it had been in the other.

The nearest approach to the point of declaring the power of a State over slavery, is made by Judge Nelson. He approaches it more than once, using the precise idea, and almost the language too, of the Nebraska act. On one occasion his exact language is, "except in cases where the power is restrained by the Constitution of the United States, the law of the State is supreme over the subject of slavery within its jurisdiction."

In what cases the power of the states is so restrained by the U.S. Constitution, is left an open question, precisely as the same question, as to the restraint on the power of the territories was left open in the Nebraska act. Put that and that together, and we have another nice little niche, which we may, ere long, see filled with another Supreme Court decision, declaring that the Constitution of the United States does not permit a state to exclude slavery from its limits.

And this may especially be expected if the doctrine of "care not whether slavery be voted down or voted up, shall gain upon the public mind sufficiently to give promise that such a decision an be maintained when made.

Such a decision is all that slavery now lacks of being alike lawful in all the States.

Welcome, or unwelcome, such decision is probably coming, and will soon be upon us, unless the power of the present political dynasty shall be met and overthrown.

We shall lie down pleasantly dreaming that the people of Missouri are on the verge of making their State free; and we shall awake to the reality, instead, that the Supreme Court has made Illinois a slave State.

To meet and overthrow the power of that dynasty, is the work now before all those who would prevent that consummation.

This is what we have to do.

But how can we best do it?

There are those who denounce us openly to their own friends, and yet whisper us softly, that Senator Douglas is the aptest instrument there is, with which to effect that object. They wish us to infer all, from the facts, that he now has a little quarrel with the present head of the dynasty; and that he has regularly voted with us, on a single point, upon which, he and we, have never differed.

They remind us that he is a great man, and that the largest of us are very small ones. Let this be granted. But "a living dog is better than a dead lion." Judge Douglas, if not a dead lion for this work, is at least a caged and toothless one. How can he oppose the advances of slavery? He don't care anything about it. His avowed mission is impressing the "public heart" to care nothing about it.

A leading Douglas Democratic newspaper thinks Douglas' superior talent will be needed to resist the revival of the African slave trade.

Does Douglas believe an effort to revive that trade is approaching? He has not said so. Does he really think so? But if it is, how can he resist it? For years he has labored to prove it a sacred right of white men to take negro slaves into the new territories. Can he possibly show that it is less a sacred right to buy them where they can be bought cheapest? And, unquestionably they can be bought cheaper in Africa than in Virginia.

He has done all in his power to reduce the whole question of slavery to one of a mere right of property; and as such, how can he oppose the foreign slave trade -- how can he refuse that trade in that "property" shall be "perfectly free" -- unless he does it as a protection to the home production? And as the home producers will probably not ask the protection, he will be wholly without a ground of opposition.

Senator Douglas holds, we know, that a man may rightfully be wiser to-day than he was yesterday -- that he may rightfully change when he finds himself wrong.

But can we, for that reason, run ahead, and infer that he will make any particular change, of which he, himself, has given no intimation? Can we safely base our action upon any such vague inference?

Now, as ever, I wish not to misrepresent Judge Douglas' position, question his motives, or do ought that can be personally offensive to him.

Whenever, if ever, he and we can come together on principle so that our great cause may have assistance from his great ability, I hope to have interposed no adventitious obstacle.

But clearly, he is not now with us -- he does not pretend to be -- he does not promise to ever be.

Our cause, then, must be intrusted to, and conducted by its own undoubted friends -- those whose hands are free, whose hearts are in the work -- who do care for the result.

Two years ago the Republicans of the nation mustered over thirteen hundred thousand strong.

We did this under the single impulse of resistance to a common danger, with every external circumstance against us.

Of strange, discordant, and even, hostile elements, we gathered from the four winds, and formed and fought the battle through, under the constant hot fire of a disciplined, proud, and pampered enemy.

Did we brave all then to falter now? -- now -- when that same enemy is wavering, dissevered and belligerent?

The result is not doubtful. We shall not fail -- if we stand firm, we shall not fail.

Wise councils may accelerate or mistakes delay it, but, sooner or later the victory is sure to come.

Friday, 8 April 2022

Plexing














[Verse 1: George Harrison]
Been beat up and battered around
Been sent up, and I've been shot down
You're the best thing that I've ever found
Handle me with care

[Verse 2: George Harrison]
Reputation's changeable
Situation's tolerable
But, baby, You're adorable
Handle Me with Care

[Pre-Chorus: Roy Orbison]
I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won't you show me that you really care?

[Chorus: Bob Dylan and Tom Petty]
Everybody's got somebody to lean on
Put your body 
next to mine, 
and dream on

[Verse 3: George Harrison]
I've been fobbed off, and I've been fooled
I've been robbed and ridiculed
In daycare centers and night schools
Handle me with care

[Verse 4: George Harrison]
Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Handle me with care

[Pre-Chorus: Roy Orbison]
I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won't you show me that you really care?

[Chorus: Jeff Lynne and Roy Orbison]
Everybody's got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

[Verse 5: George Harrison]
I've been uptight and it made a mess
But I'll clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care

CONTRIBUTE






















[Verse 1: Tom Petty]
She was there at the bar, she heard my guitar
She was long and tall, she was the queen of them all

[Chorus]
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night

[Verse 2: Tom Petty]
She was dark and discreet, she was light on her feet
We went up to her room and she lowered the boom

[Chorus]
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night

[Verse 3: Roy Orbison]
Down below they danced and sang in the street
While up above the walls were steaming with heat

[Chorus]
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
[Verse 4: Tom Petty]
I was feeling no pain, feeling good in my brain
I looked in her eyes, they were full of surprise

[Chorus]
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night

[Verse 5: Roy Orbison]
I asked her to marry me she smiled and pulled out a knife
The party's just beginning she said, "Your money or your life?"

[Chorus]
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night

[Verse 6: Tom Petty]
Now I'm back at the bar, she went a little too far
She done me wrong, all I got is this song

[Outro]
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, talking about last night
Last night, thinking about last night
Last night...

[Chorus: George Harrison]
Well it's all right, 
riding around in the breeze
Well it's all right,
 if you live the life you please
Well it's all right,
  doing the best you can
Well it's all right, 
as long as you lend a hand

[Verse 1: Tom Petty]
You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring
Waiting for someone to tell you everything
Sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring
Maybe a diamond ring

[Chorus: Jeff Lynne]
Well it's all right,
 even if they say you're wrong
Well it's all right,
 sometimes you gotta be strong
Well it's all right, 
as long as you got somewhere to lay
Well it's all right, 
every day is Judgement Day

[Verse 2: Tom Petty]
Maybe somewhere down the road away
You'll think of me, and wonder where I am these days
Maybe somewhere down the road when 
somebody plays
Purple haze

[Chorus: Roy Orbison]
Well it's all right, 
even when push comes to shove
Well it's all right, 
if you got someone to love
Well it's all right, 
everything'll work out fine
Well it's all right, 
we're going to the end of the line

[Verse 3: Tom Petty]
Don't have to be ashamed of the car I drive
I'm just glad to be here, happy to be alive
It don't matter if you're by my side
I'm satisfied

[Chorus: George Harrison, Jeff Lynne & George Harrison]
Well it's all right, even if you're old and grey
Well it's all right, you still got something to say
Well it's all right, remember to live and let live
Well it's all right, the best you can do is forgive
Well it's all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it's all right, if you live the life you please
Well it's all right, even if the sun don't shine
Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line




[Chorus: George Harrison]
Well it's all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it's all right, if you live the life you please
Well it's all right, doing the best you can
Well it's all right, as long as you lend a hand

[Verse 1: Tom Petty]
You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring
Waiting for someone to tell you everything
Sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring
Maybe a diamond ring

[Chorus: Jeff Lynne]
Well it's all right, even if they say you're wrong
Well it's all right, sometimes you gotta be strong
Well it's all right, as long as you got somewhere to lay
Well it's all right, everyday is Judgement Day

[Verse 2: Tom Petty]
Maybe somewhere down the road away
You'll think of me, and wonder where I am these days
Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays
Purple haze
[Chorus: Roy Orbison]
Well it's all right, even when push comes to shove
Well it's all right, if you got someone to love
Well it's all right, everything'll work out fine
Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line

[Verse 3: Tom Petty]
Don't have to be ashamed of the car I drive
I'm just glad to be here, happy to be alive
It don't matter if you're by my side
I'm satisfied

[Chorus: George Harrison, Jeff Lynne & George Harrison]
Well it's all right, even if you're old and grey
Well it's all right, you still got something to say
Well it's all right, remember to live and let live
Well it's all right, the best you can do is forgive
Well it's all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it's all right, if you live the life you please
Well it's all right, even if the sun don't shine
Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line



I don't want nothing
Nothing but you
And I'm waiting
Looking for a new blue moon

I'm so tired waiting
Waiting for you
And I'm waiting
Looking for a new blue moon

So many moons have come and gone
And none of them were blue
Too many times the sun came up, but
It came up without you, you, ya yoo hoo ooh

You won't call me
Call me lonely
And I'm waiting
Looking for a new blue moon

So many moons have come and gone
And none of them were blue
Too many times the sun come up, but
It came up without you, you, you, you yahoo
Someday when you want me
Someday you may see
I was waiting
Looking for a new blue moon
I was waiting
Looking for a new blue moon
Blue moon


You took my breath away
I want it back again
Look at the mess I'm in
I don't know what to say

I don't know how to feel
You don't care anyway
All I can do is wait
You took my breath away

You took this song of mine
And changed the middle bit
It used to sound alright
But now the words don't fit

It's getting hard to rhyme
Impossible to play
I've tried it many times
You took my breath away

One day when the sun is shining
There will be a silver lining
You knocked my headlights out
So turn them on again
I can't see where I'm going
I can't tell where I've been

I don't know how to feel
This hasn't been my day
Seems like I've lost a wheel
You took my breath away

You took my breath away
You took my breath away
You took my breath away



That Certainly Sounds Like Me…






PICARD
Would you mind identifying 
What You Are? 

Q.: 
We call ourselves The Q. 
Or Thou Mayst Call Me That. 
It's all much the same thing. 

I Present My Self to Thee as a fellow Ship's Captain, 
that Thou Mayst better understand me.
 
Go Back whence Thou camest

Dirt













Adam

masc. proper name, Biblical name of the first man, progenitor of the human race, from Hebrew adam "man," literally "(the one formed from the) ground" (Hebrew adamah "ground"); compare Latin homo "man," humanus "human," humus "earth, ground, soil."




The name was also used to signify the evil inherent in human nature (as a consequence of Adam's fall), and other qualities (nakedness, gardening) associated with the biblical Adam. Adam's ale "water" is from 1640s. To not know (someone) from Adam "not know him at all" is first recorded 1784. The pet form of the name in Middle English was Addy, hence Addison; other old pet forms (Adkin, Adcock) also survive in surnames.
Entries linking to Adam
Adamite (n.)

"human being, descendant of Adam" the Biblical first man, 1630s, from Adam + -ite (1). Used from 1620s in reference to perfectionist sects or groups that practice nudism (or, as a 1657 poem has it, "Cast off their petticoats and breeches"), recalling the state of Adam before the Fall. They sprang up 2c. in North Africa, 14c.-15c. in central Europe, and occasionally elsewhere since. Related: Adamic; Adamitic; Adamitism.

pre-adamite (n.)

also preadamite, "one who lived before Adam," 1660s, from pre- + Adam + -ite. Originally in reference to the supposed progenitors of the Gentiles, based on a belief that the biblical Adam was the first parent only of the Jews and their kin.




Definitions of Adam

Adam (n.)
(Old Testament) in Judeo-Christian mythology; the first man and the husband of Eve and the progenitor of the human race;
Adam (n.)
Scottish architect who designed many public buildings in England and Scotland (1728-1792);
Synonyms: Robert Adam
Adam (n.)
street names for methylenedioxymethamphetamine;
Synonyms: ecstasy / xtc / go / disco biscuit / cristal / x / hug drug
From wordnet.princeto

The Dinosaur Road








TUVOK
Then what is 
The Purpose 
of The Road? 

Q2
The Road takes Us 
to the rest of The Universe
then it leads back here. 
An endless circle. 

JANEWAY
This was Your Existence 
before your confinement? 

Q2
I traveled The Road many times, 
sat on The Porch
played The Games
been The Dog, everything
I was even The Scarecrow 
for a while. 

JANEWAY
Why? 

Q2
Because I hadn't done it. 

Q
Oh, We've ALL done 
The Scarecrow!

Big Deal…!!

Thursday, 7 April 2022

John Dorrie is a Meta-Fish




Dear June,

I've been thinkin' about My Dad a lot lately. Maybe it's bein' away from you, my heart, my everything, that my thoughts now drift to family.

Because, Truth be told, My Family wasn't together nearly as long as I would've liked. I suppose I could say the same thing now.

Even though he wasn't always around, he still imparted things to me, things I carry to this day. There's one thing he told me that I carry particularly close. He said, "John, people deserve to Live in A World where they know which way is up, but they can't know that until someone helps 'em know it.

That's why he became A Cop. 
Same reason I did.

When Ginny tasked me with stepping back into that role, I had my reservations. You more than anyone could understand why, given how things played out the last time I wore a badge. 

But this feels different. 

Life here is not as I imagined. People give up some freedoms to live behind these walls, but, by and large, I'm startin' to believe it might just be worth the cost.

Haven't lost a soul on these grounds since before I arrived. 268 days, last I heard. There's comfort in knowin' that I play a part in that. 

It's not The World My Dad dreamed of, but people do know which way is Up here. 

I hope one day soon you'll be able to see that for yourself. 

If we play our cards right, perhaps one day we can be together here.











Sheriff John Dorrie :
Why you makin' this easy for her? You know she's not gonna take mercy on you. 

Janis :
It's okay. I don't have anyone left. 
Tom's gone... Cameron. 
There's nothing more for me. 
But there is for you. 
There's a loose floorboard under the bed in Cameron's place. 
We hid a few extra cans of gas we've been siphoning off from the generators. 
There's a spare key to a dirt bike Cameron hid seven miles north past mile marker 68.

Sheriff John Dorrie :
No. 

Janis :
Take it. Find June. Get outta here. This place is rotten
It spoils everything it touches, sooner or later. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
Listen, there... 
there's gotta be somethin' we can do. Don't you give up on me yet. 

Janis :
[SIGHS] 
Come on, kid. I'm not. 
I'm setting us free. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
I-I'm not just talkin' about... 
about your life. 
I'm talkin' about The Truth. 

It's okay, John. Let me go.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING] - [KNOCK ON DOOR] - [INHALES SHARPLY] 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
Yeah? 
[DOOR CREAKS] 

Thought you might need some company. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
I guess you heard about Janis. 
She's set to be executed at daybreak. 

[SIGHS] 
I just spoke to her as her officially-sanctioned spiritual advisor. 
She's a brave woman 
facing a cowardly act. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
You know, um...
I always been one to follow the rules. 
Maybe 'cause the rules always made sense to me. 
But, ooh...

You thinkin' of runnin' away? 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
Janis wants me to. 
She says, "Find June and get the hell outta here." 
[SIGHS DEEPLY] 
But I ain't gonna do it. 

What are you gonna do? 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
I'm gonna get Janis out. 
There's only a few rangers 
on tonight during the shift change. 

My Dad... he had a case, 
when I was just knee high. 
Women were goin' missin' in the Houston area. 
Bodies showin' up miles away. 
The term didn't exist then, but I suppose the fella doin' it is what we'd call a serial killer. 
Detectives found him livin' on this compound 
out in the desert with a bunch of people he brainwashed 
into thinkin' he was The Second Comin' or somethin'. 
Really, he was just some two-bit mortician 
spoutin' on about death and new beginnings, 
just... just a bunch of nonsense 
dressed up to sound profound. 
Well, they asked the local police force, 
My Dad included, to search that place. 

Everybody knew this guy was guilty. 

They couldn't pin any of the murders directly to him, 
at least not with anything that would stick in court. 
Then, my dad found somethin', 
a purse belongin' to one of the missin' women, 
squirrelled away in the back of that guy's closet. 

That was enough to put that sumbitch away for the rest of his life. 

Sounds like your father was a hero. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
He planted that purse. 

He knew this man was guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt? 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
Yes, sir. 
He broke The Rules to set things right 
so that people could feel like they were 
livin' in A World where they knew which way was up. 

The people that knew what My Dad had done, 
his friends on The Force, you know, 
they were happy to get a dangerous guy off the street, 
save the women he mighta hurt, 
that he woulda hurt….
but they never looked at him the same way again. 

It was like they weren't certain 
they could trust anything he did now. 

Marriage to my mama fell apart. 
He moved up North. 
He started drinkin'. 
[SIGHING] 
God. He did the right thing, 
and it cost him. 
It cost him somethin' hard

This is gonna cost you something, 
and you seem to know that. 

[SIGHING] 

Yeah. Yeah. I ain't worried about me. 
And I... and I trust Ginny 
not to hurt June, 
'cause she needs people 
who know Medicine. 
But I... [SIGHS] 
I know I'll never see her again. 

And when My Dad disappeared, 
that was hard on my mama. 
That was hard on me

But he had to do what he did. 
I-I... It's who he was. 
And I... I know... 
there's people alive today 
who probably wouldn't have been. 

He chose Life, even if it cost him 
the one he was living. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
Yeah. That's the choice I'm makin'. 

John, [INHALES DEEPLY] 
we can find another way. 
I can talk to her, buy more time. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
Th... There's none to buy. 
So, Rabbi... 
I want... I want you to make sure 
June gets this letter so she knows 
why I had to... 

Thank you. 

Who knows, John? 
You may yet see her again. 

Sheriff John Dorrie :
Well... Hey, let's hope so. 

[DOOR OPENS] 
[DOOR CLOSES] 
[STIFLED SOBS] 

[CRYING] 
[CRICKETS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE]

The Door






Moe-Moe :
We need to get out of here now. 
We need to draw Virginia to us 
before she does something to them. 

Last time you locked 
yourself away up here, 
June washed up. 
Today, it was us
If that's not The Universe 
telling you to come back, 
I don't know what is

John Dorie :
Yeah. I just... 
I don't care to kill anyone. 

Moe-Moe :
Yeah, you called me 
a ghost, and I am. 
‘Cause all I'm here for 
is to free Our People, 
give that baby a chance 
at A Next World, 
one where, I don't know, 
all life might actually 
be precious. 
I think we can do it, John. 
I think it's not gonna be 
the way that we want it, 
but we can end it. 

John Dorie :
Alright. 
I-I ain't right. 
I just ain't
I'm sorry. I can't do it. 
But I will help you 
cross that bridge.


Moe-Moe :
I found something when I was working on the truck. 
Thought you might want it. 
That's you, isn't it? 
And Your Dad? 

John Dorie :
You know... 
I spent more of my life 
than I care to admit 
wondering why he never showed up 
that summer. 
Now I think I'm starting to get it. 
I ain't coming with you, Morgan. 

Moe-Moe :
You know you're stuck. 
Making the same mistakes 
you made before, and 
they're the same mistakes 
that he made. 
Man, it's like... 
It's like a loop.






John Dorie :
I'm not meant to live in This World. 
If I'd have just kept my nose out of it when Cameron was killed, 
Janis would still be alive. 
If I'd have shot Marcus 
when I had the chance, 
you wouldn't have nearly died. 

Moe-Moe :
Hiding away in that cabin 
ain't The Answer. 

John Dorie :
Best one I can think of. 

Moe-Moe :
[SCOFFS] 
You went looking for A Door 
to shut yourself away from The World, and You found Us
Does that not tell You anything? 
You're like that guy who walked halfway across the country to get away from the people he cares about most and found himself sitting across from your campfire. 
And because I found you, 
I found everybody I think of 
as Family right now. 
I found Grace. 
And that wouldn't have happened 
if you hadn't insisted 
that I sleep in the bed 
of your truck that night. 
You gave me that Family, man. 
You gotta help me get them back. 

John Dorie :
The best way I can 
think of to do that 
is get you across that bridge 
and then stay out your way. 

Moe-Moe :
That Door is not gonna keep us away. 
Not me, not June

John Dorie :
This Door ain't for keeping People out. 

Moe-Moe :
What the hell's it for, then? 

John Dorie :
It's to keep The Passed 
from getting at me after 
I do What I Need to Do.

Cut Thy Words Short, By Allah! Needs Must I Slay Thee.



JOSE CHUNG
What is your opinion of hypnosis?

SCULLY
I know that it has its therapeutic value, 
but it has never been proven to enhance memory. 
In fact, it actually worsens it since, since, 
since people in that state 
are prone to confabulation.

JOSE CHUNG
When I was doing research for my book 
"The Caligarian Candidate..."

SCULLY
...one of the greatest thrillers ever written.

JOSE CHUNG
Oh...(He chuckles.) Thank you. 
I was, uh... interested 
in how the C.I.A., 
when conducting their
 MK-Ultra 
mind-control experiments 
back in the '50s, 
had NO IDEA 
how hypnosis worked

SCULLY
Hmm.

JOSE CHUNG
Or -- what it was.

SCULLY
No one still knows.

JOSE CHUNG
Still, as A Storyteller, I'm fascinated
how a person's sense of consciousness can be... 
so transformed by nothing more magical 
than listening to words

Mere words.





 TALE OF THE TRADER AND THE JINNI




It is related, O auspicious King, that there was a merchant of the merchants who had much wealth, and business in various cities. Now on a day he mounted horse and went forth to recover monies in certain towns, and the heat sore oppressed him; so he sat beneath a tree and, putting his hand into his saddle-bags, took thence some broken bread and dry dates and began to break his fast. When he had ended eating the dates he threw away the stones with force and lo! an Ifrit appeared, huge of stature and brandishing a drawn sword, wherewith he approached the merchant and said, "Stand up that I may slay thee, even as thou slewest my 25son!" Asked the merchant, "How have I slain thy son?" and he answered, "When thou atest dates and threwest away the stones they struck my son full in the breast as he was walking by, so that he died forthwith." Quoth the merchant, "Verily from Allah we proceeded and unto Allah are we returning. There is no Majesty, and there is no Might save in Allah, the Glorious, the Great! If I slew thy son, I slew him by chance medley. I pray thee now pardon me." Rejoined the Jinni, "There is no help but I must slay thee." Then he seized him and dragged him along and, casting him to the earth, raised the sword to strike him; whereupon the merchant wept, and said, "I commit my case to Allah," and began repeating these couplets:—


Containeth Time a twain of days, this of blessing that of bane ✿ And holdeth Life a twain of halves, this of pleasure that of pain.

See'st not when blows the hurricane, sweeping stark and striking strong ✿ None save the forest giant feels the suffering of the strain?

How many trees earth nourisheth of the dry and of the green ✿ Yet none but those which bear the fruits for cast of stone complain.

See'st not how corpses rise and float on the surface of the tide ✿ While pearls o' price lie hidden in the deepest of the main!

In Heaven are unnumberèd the many of the stars ✿ Yet ne'er a star but Sun and Moon by eclipse is overta'en.

Well judgest thou the days that saw thy faring sound and well ✿ And countedst not the pangs and pain whereof Fate is ever fain.

The nights have kept thee safe and the safety brought thee pride ✿ But bliss and blessings of the night are 'genderers of bane!

When the merchant ceased repeating his verses the Jinni said to him, "Cut thy words short, by Allah! needs must I slay thee." But the merchant spake him thus, "Know, O thou Ifrit, that I have debts due to me and much wealth and children and a wife and many pledges in hand; so permit me to go home and discharge to every claimant his claim; and I will come back to thee at the head of the new year. Allah be my testimony and surety that I will return to thee; and then thou mayest do with me as thou wilt and Allah is witness to what I say." The Jinni took sure promise of him and let him go; so he returned to his own city and transacted his business and rendered to all men their dues and after informing his wife and children of what had betided him, he appointed a guardian and dwelt with them for a full year. Then he arose, and made the Wuzu-ablution to purify himself before death and took his shroud under his arm and bade farewell to his people, his neighbours and all his kith and kin, and went forth despite his own nose. They then began weeping and wailing and beating their breasts over him; but he travelled until he arrived at the same garden, and the day of his arrival was the head of the New Year. As he sat weeping over what had befallen him, behold, a Shaykh, a very ancient man, drew near leading a chained gazelle; and he saluted that merchant and wishing him long life said, "What is the cause of thy sitting in this place and thou alone and this be a resort of evil spirits?" The merchant related to him what had come to pass with the Ifrit, and the old man, the owner of the gazelle, wondered and said, "By Allah, O brother, thy faith is none other than exceeding faith and thy story right strange; were it graven with gravers on the eye-corners, it were a warner to whoso would be warned." Then seating himself near the merchant he said, "By Allah, O my brother, I will not leave thee until I see what may come to pass with thee and this Ifrit." And presently as he sat and the two were at talk the merchant began to feel fear and terror and exceeding grief and sorrow beyond relief and ever-growing care and extreme despair. And the owner of the gazelle was hard by his side; when behold, a second Shaykh approached them, and with him were two dogs both of greyhound breed and both black. The second old man after saluting them with the salam, also asked them of their tidings and said "What causeth you to sit in this place, a dwelling of the Jánn?" So they told him the tale from beginning to end, and their stay there had not lasted long before there came up a third Shaykh, and with him a she-mule of bright bay coat; and he saluted them and asked them why they were seated in that place. So they told him the story from first to last: and of no avail, O my master, is a twice-told tale! There he sat down with them, and lo! a dust-cloud advanced and a mighty sand-devil appeared amidmost of the waste. Presently the cloud opened and behold, within it was that Jinni hending in hand a drawn sword, while his eyes were shooting fire-sparks of rage. He came up to them and, haling away the merchant from among them, cried to him, "Arise that I may slay thee, as thou slewest my son, the life-stuff of my liver."[44] The merchant wailed and wept, and the three old men began sighing and crying and weeping and wailing with their companion. Presently the first old man (the owner of the gazelle) came out from among them and kissed the hand of the Ifrit and said, "O Jinni, thou Crown of the Kings of the Jann! were I to tell thee the story of me and this gazelle and thou shouldst consider it wondrous wouldst thou give me a third part of this merchant's blood?" Then quoth the Jinni "Even so, O Shaykh! if thou tell me this tale, and I hold it a marvellous, then will I give thee a third of his blood." Thereupon the old man began to tell


THE FIRST SHAYKH'S STORY.

Know O Jinni! that this gazelle is the daughter of my paternal uncle, my own flesh and blood, and I married her when she was a young maid, and I lived with her well-nigh thirty years, yet was I not blessed with issue by her. So I took me a concubine,[45] who brought to me the boon of a male child fair as the full moon, with eyes of lovely shine and eyebrows which formed one line, and limbs of perfect design. Little by little he grew in stature and waxed tall; and when he was a lad fifteen years old, it became needful I should journey to certain cities and I travelled with great store of goods. But the daughter of my uncle (this gazelle) had learned gramarye and egromancy and clerkly craft[46] from her childhood; so she bewitched that son of mine to a calf, and my handmaid (his mother) to a heifer, and made them over to the herdsman's care. Now when I returned after a long time from my journey and asked for my son and his mother, she answered me, saying "Thy slave-girl is dead, and thy son hath fled and I know not whither he is sped." So I remained for a whole year with grieving heart, and streaming eyes until the time came for the Great Festival of Allah.[47] Then sent I to my herdsman bidding him choose for me a fat heifer; and he brought me one which was the damsel, my handmaid, whom this gazelle had ensorcelled. I tucked up my sleeves and skirt and, taking a knife, proceeded to cut her throat, but she lowed aloud and wept bitter tears. Thereat I marvelled and pity seized me and I held my hand, saying to the herd, "Bring me other than this." Then cried my cousin, "Slay her, for I have not a fatter nor a fairer!" Once more I went forward to sacrifice her, but she again lowed aloud, upon which in ruth I refrained and commanded the herdsmen to slay her and flay her. He killed her and skinned her but found in her neither fat nor flesh, only hide and bone; and I repented when penitence availed me naught. I gave her to the herdsman and said to him, "Fetch me a fat calf;" so he brought my son ensorcelled. When the calf saw me, he brake his tether and ran to me, and fawned upon me and wailed and shed tears; so that I took pity on him and said to the herdsman, "Bring me a heifer and let this calf go!" Thereupon my cousin (this gazelle) called aloud at me, saying, "Needs must thou kill this calf; this is a holy day and a blessed, 29whereon naught is slain save what be perfect-pure; and we have not amongst our calves any fatter or fairer than this!" Quoth I, "Look thou upon the condition of the heifer which I slaughtered at thy bidding and how we turn from her in disappointment and she profited us on no wise; and I repent with an exceeding repentance of having killed her: so this time I will not obey thy bidding for the sacrifice of this calf." Quoth she, "By Allah the Most Great, the Compassionating, the Compassionate! there is no help for it; thou must kill him on this holy day, and if thou kill him not to me thou art no man and I to thee am no wife." Now when I heard those hard words, not knowing her object I went up to the calf, knife in hand——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.[48] Then quoth her sister to her, "How fair is thy tale, and how grateful, and how sweet and how tasteful!" And Shahrazad answered her, "What is this to that I could tell thee on the coming night, were I to live and the King would spare me?" Then said the King in himself, "By Allah, I will not slay her, until I shall have heard the rest of her tale." So they slept the rest of that night in mutual embrace till day fully brake. Then the King went forth to his audience-hall[49] and the Wazir went up with his daughter's shroud under his arm. The King issued his orders, and promoted this and deposed that, until the end of the day; and he told the Wazir no whit of what had happened. But the Minister wondered thereat with exceeding wonder; and when the Court broke up King Shahryar entered his palace.


Now when it was the Second Night,

said Dunyazad to her sister Shahrazad, "O my sister, finish for us that story of the Merchant and the Jinni;" and she answered, "With joy and goodly gree, if the King permit me." Then quoth The King, "Tell thy tale;" and Shahrazad began in these words: It hath reached me, O auspicious King and Heaven-directed Ruler!

Wednesday, 6 April 2022

Babel




QUARK
Food. Dabo. Drinks. 
Money. Hand. Mine. 
Give. 

SISKO
Well, Quark, I see 
even you couldn't 
weasel your way 
clear of this one. 

QUARK
You underestimate the Ferengi 
immune system, Commander. 
I'm merely here visiting 
my less fortunate customers 
to make sure they're 
not faking the illness 
to avoid paying their bills. 

SISKO
No one's that devious. 


QUARK
I am. 

You. Gold. Owe-Me. 
I. Now, Give!